#endhell

[scrinja]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@endhell​ said: Everyone else would have died a happy death over this chance, but she could just grimace at the very idea of working with this guy. She barely knew him apart of being quite desired and liked, but mostly having a terrible art style in her opinion, potentially ruining her good grades. Why in the world must it be partner work. "I guess now you are awake," she comments, considering their fate; having rolled over and stopping right beside his table. Popular or not, she wasn't afraid, if anything, just annoyed as she doubted it would be easy with a guy who sleeps mostly in class. "I'm Gao Fang." In case he was completely unaware of her existence; at least she did not have to carry her stepfather's surname, which would have intensified some other issues.  

     it had been a long night, & even longer morning, that everything in-between was nothing more than a hazy memory—a blurred image that tried to be solidified, only to be whisked away with each blink. anyone would have been able to tell that he didn’t get much sleep. his yawns, giving away his exhaustion. teachers barely acknowledged it, though. be it pity, or disinterest for the boy who had lost his parents, a few years ago. when he wasn’t dozing off, he was sketched in his notebook, with a cheek resting against his palm. the sound of his pencil dragging along the paper became his sole focus at times. it made everything more bearable.

      his eyes were partially opened, then closed. a shadowy image was in his plane of sight, but he could not make what it was until another blink followed, & then, another. the image becoming more clear, once his vision became less foggy. it didn’t feel like he had slept for long, but the way that he was greeted with, suggested otherwise. instinctively, sangwoo rubbed his eyelids with the back of his fist, as he tried to stir himself awake. his yawn was contained by having his lips pressed together, not allowing himself to exhibit any more of his evident tiredness. his eyes narrowed in her direction, before placing crossed arms over the table, using them as support when he leaned in the direction of his classmate, whilst wearing a lazy smile upon his lips.

     “i know you.” he confirmed. his voice, a bit hoarse from not speaking until now. it warranted a clearance of his through. “sorry ‘bout that. i worked till late.” which was only partially a lie—the main reason behind his struggle to sleep, being the very house he inhabited. if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. “i know, i know. no excuse, but i will try to do better.” ‘ try ‘ being a key component here. this time, he’d smile with his eyes. “oh sangwoo... since we are exchanging introductions. i look forward to working with you.”

[mugunghwc]

@endhell​

     it had felt like a slap across the face to be disregarded in such a way, that there was no room for reason or explanation. just a door being shut, startling her & her cat, who ran off. her head sunk in between shoulders, which became tense & her eyes were closed tightly. the silence that followed was deafening.

     “...” she did not know if the sigh that was released, was one of relief, or because she had been holding her breath for too long. nevertheless, it came & with it, also the burden that she had been carrying all morning. everything felt much colder now. the only trace of any company, being the leftover dishes that remained on the table. she should pick those up. should eat as well, but after being faced with the unknown, a feeling of inadequacy remained. lithe fingers finally let go of her hair, as she walked towards the living room in search for taro. a comfort amidst turmoil. her head lowered down, as rei searched behind the furniture, where she’d find out the feline on edge, pressed against the corner. the sight, somewhat reminded her of herself, smiling sadly at the animal.

     “it’s okay...“ her voice was soft as she spoke & encourage taro to come out of hiding, finding refuge in her arms. at least, by him, her presence was welcomed. sitting over on the couch with the cat in arms, rei began to stroke him as a means to ease the feline, & herself. it wasn’t long until she found herself playing what had just happened in her head, wondering where everything went wrong. perhaps, when she decided to be in the company of another person. for a translator, she wasn’t good with words. her brows knit together as she frowned, chastising herself in her mind.

      ‘ stupid...’ she murmured, aimed at herself.

      her phone remained in the kitchen, with a message still without opening. rei had even forgotten it was there in the first place—too busy overthinking.

[kitschd]

@endhell​ continued from [x]

Fuck, she had seen him.  To the ordinary by-stander, it definitely looked like a mom scolding her son.  Wouldn’t be surprised that’s what people thought when they were together because of their height difference and were speaking English to each other.  Seeing David at work must of looked strange, especially since his ensemble of a dark maroon suit, black dress shirt that exposed a bit of his faintly toned torso, and gold cross chained necklace made him look like he stepped out of Scarface.  

David looked so out of place along side his very attractive Korean co-workers.  He was the youngest host there, coming across more cute than handsome.  Not like he never got clients.  That had been his appeal so far, even if the women he attracted wanted fulfil their parental instincts with him rather than their sexual needs.  

He tried his best to stay calm and composed as she grabbed him.  He smiled nervously and clears his throat.  “David?”, he played dumb.  “I think you must be confused for someone else, ma’am.  My name is Leo.  Were you interested in experiencing Tokyo’s Eden this evening?” God, it didn’t sound nearly as cool when he said it.  

[keikakudori]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

the salty af munday meme

i'd say one of the worst things that's happened to me, rp wise, is losing touch with people i loved writing iwth. i understand life sweeps people up and away and that there's no obligation that they must stay and keep writing with you, but it's absolutely something that's made me sad. i had such a good friend way back in high school who i'd stay up late with for the purposes of writing together and i have no idea what happened to her; i remember she said she was going into the navy so i hope that she's been having a good life. she was a wonderful person who would write all kinds of shenanigans with me back in the day.

and, thanks to the pandemic, there's a new added layer of quiet fear for me that has me going "did it get them? did the 'rona get them?" because you just don't know if someone who was a friend of yours has passed away. i was told that the first kaname i wrote with, iustacaecastae ( i really need to go dig through my archive because i'm sure i butchered their url ) passed away due to cancer. given my own recent experience with having cancer, it's just heartbreaking.

i'd say losing people you know and were friends with to life is probably one of the worst things.

[deivorous]

@endhell​ || Cont. from here

“Yeah. That’s the point.”

[solitariusdeluna]

"Family always looks like it solves all problems but it cannot be that easy," Ginjo comments, mildly amused a Hollow found his happiness here.

send starrk asks!

' hm. ' a fellow wayward rukongai resident that knew what he was and why he was here -- he was still unsure how since starrk himself hadn't disclosed that. it wasn't like he was broadcasting it since he was supposed to be keeping the babies' existence a secret until they grew old enough at least. -- but former the primera espada had barely interacted with the fullbringer.

Ginjo seemed amused as he asked him the question. starrk thought it might be because he must find it ridiculous. a being like him having a family. it was an anomaly. and certainly, one he hadn't planned on -- not that he could have even if he wanted to. he never thought such a thing was possible and yet here they were. the anomaly of a life that was now his blessing.

' if you look at it that way, nothing is ever really easy, right? I'm not saying this, but it has become a heck of a lot easier now that i'm much more used to dealing with things. ' at the start, it had been practical hell not just for him but for his mate too. they were way out of their depth and they had no one to rely on but themselves. but somehow, they had managed and eventually, a routine was established that allowed for some semblance of sanity. and now that the twins were a little older, they were no more waking nights, thankfully.

but now was the daunting time of them moving about and sticking every little thing they saw in their mouth. that was their form of discovery, but it was difficult to keep up. They kept him on his toes when he had them outside the little playpen area he had made for them.

' i didn't have it before and I can't recall my actual human life since it was centuries ago. but family and spending time with them, that really is important. i'm learning that now more than ever. '

[burdenedreverance]

❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ Sometimes, sometimes he liked to be a bit bold, and it was not that common that he saw Shinigami passing by, at least not that one yet, he seemed to be new from the usual visitors that had some ties towards Kukaku (who had been allowing him, Tsukishima and Giriko to stay here since they died).

Places to be.

Hayden pauses in his stride, the western looking Shinigami peering over his shoulder for a moment. He didn't know who the man was by his attire felt distinctly modern, different from the usual host of people. Hayden was sure he also looked different, wearing his well-worn and patched up Shinigami robes. He looked like he was a man who hadn't bothered to get new robes for years, preferring instead to patch them up. Which was only partially true.

"I wouldn't exactly say I'm in a rush." It was the truth as he began to turn around to stare at the male, the scarred face of Hayden holding a neutral expression. Appraising even, stoic to a degree that was far too disciplined for the average Shinigami. A hand rested on his sash which secured his Zanpakatou, that from a mere glance was definitely not a katana.

"I was only paying my respects. The recent war has left much to be done."

Yes, of course. Not to mention the question of his own status within the Gotei. It was important he made friends, allies. Even with Shunsui on his side, there was no promise his absence for nearly a century would go without punishment.

@endhell

[fearsgod]

     Not  even  halfway  through  her  usual  routine ,  a  loud  CRACK  rang  out  that  was  then  proceeded  by  the  screams  of  her  fellow  dancers ;  more  gunfire   following  the  initial  shot  that  left  Marceline  covered  in  the  spilt  blood  of  strangers .  One  after  another ,  men  in  suits  continued  to  fall  while  she  remain  PARALYZED  with  fear  --  the  scene  replaying  in  her  head  while  well  manicured  fingernails  begin  picking  at  the  dried  gore  on  her  skin .  

     If  it  hadn’t  been  for  HIM ,  she  might’ve  ended  up  with  a  bullet  hole  on  the  grungy  club  floor  with  the  rest  of  the  gang  members  she  knew  to  be  frequent  visitors  ;  her  boss  unafraid  to  THREATEN  the  girls  with  his  shady  ties  when  they  acted  up . She  hadn’t  been  able  to  look  him  in  the  eye  until  now ,  fleeting  glimpses  all  Celine  was  able  to  manage  while  they  kept  their  heads  low  to  avoid  being  hit .

    ❝  I ...  why  did  you  help  me ... ?  ❞

       ⤷   ⸢ STARTER FOR  @endhell​  ⸣  

[shecharm]

SMOKE is exhaled, yet she keeps kiseru ‘gainst her lips - likely for another puff here in just a moment. lounging, comfortable as she was yet she is aware that there is another presence. “come to pray?” question comes along the wave of silky vocals, easily missed if not paying attention due to her tendency to remain soft spoken. “take your time.” a set of time lustrous tails sway along the expanse of about a dozen purple cushions, those which she currently lay upon. she is clearly at ease with their presence.   (  ||  @endhell​​  ♥  )

[donner-katze]

Ask muse how good they are at.. [ ACCEPTING | X ]

@endhell​ asked:

😏 - lying

               “ Do you need your ego stroked again, Kugo~? I can muster up a few decent lies for you, if so- ”

[scrinja]

 @endhell​​

    it was not the first time that he was pulled over—drawing an elongated, & exacerbated sigh that escaped past his lips. his irritation, becoming visible when he glanced through the rearview mirror & caught sight of the sorry bastard whom he’d have to deal with. great. it was time to pull his best face & give out a performance, in order to get out of the situation he had found himself in. at least, the boot of his car had been already emptied—devoid of any extra weight. his fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, as he caught a glimpse of their shoes through the external mirror. the phrase ‘ objects in mirror are closer than they appear ‘, for some odd reason, caused him to chuckle. anticipation was built in the short time he waited.  his facial muscles became lax, as well as his back—leaning against his seat before rolling down the window & turning the ignition key. sign of his cooperation, & that he did not plan to speed off. he was, in fact, very confident over his act.

      “ah, good morning, officer.” eyes are nearly shut when he smiles ; bittersweet in nature. it did not match the hollowness of his eyes—adorned with dark circles underneath them, from countless nights in which sleep was hard to obtain. it wore him out. no matter how many years had passed already. the voice that was supposed to lull him to sleep, now haunted him. he was never alone, despite living by himself.

    his grip on the wheel loosens ; posing himself as calm & collected as possible. “was i going over the speed limit?” he inquires, feigning ignorance over what had been the reason why he caught the officer’s interest to begin with.  of course, he was. he wanted to get away from the area as soon as possible, & go back to what was considered to be ‘ normalcy ‘. better be that, than being asked again over that stupid whore. all that buzz about her disappearance, was beginning to get on his nerves. just one less nuisance in the world. who could possibly miss someone like that?

     “my bad.” he offers ; carrying no regret in his voice. “didn’t want to inconvenience you, so early in the day.”

[mugunghwc]

Sung Hoon in Brothers in Heaven (  돌아와요 부산항애  )      

[kitschd]

un-prompted asks | accepting

@endhell​ says:  "Oh this looks like hell to maintain but nice." Ginjo comments in regards to the other's hair. "Must cost a lot."

��Tell me about it...”, David sighs.  Gingo was definitely right about that.  Even before he started working as a host, David spent lots of time and money on his hair.  At least he’s able to buzz, trim, and style it himself now.  

“I don’t even want to know how much I’ve spent on hair products.  It’s even more now that I’ve started working at Stardust.” he says running his fingers through his hair, making sure it was staying in place.  His gaze turned to the taller man.  No doubt with his appearance, he attracted attention of all kinds.  The one thing he immediately admired was the man’s incredible physique and ink.  He wished he could get a better view of it.

“Nice ink.  I’m looking to get some work done myself soon.  Who’s your artist?”

[keikakudori]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤?

the inability to cherish the good things that happen out of fear of them disappearing

you've been hurt, badly, haven't you?

it's been a long time since you've felt comfortable in your own mind. everything's become a sign that you're going to be hurt again. so when something good does come along, you're not used to it. it feels foreign. it's weird and scary. you want to believe that it will work out, but you just can't. you've been burned too many times.

because of this, you've become cynical. you never wanted it to be this way, but you're trying to protect yourself. i see how it's easier to not accept the good, out of fear of its inevitable end. once the dust settles, you're terrified of being alone again.

but by doing this, you're never enjoying those good moments. you're letting them pass you by. you have to start letting the happiness come to you. even if it's in waves, isn't that better than not at all?

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[deivorous]

@primerawolflord submitted: 🍒  +  @endhell

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

SNUUUUU. Gosh, I was reminiscing in their DMs the other day about how thankful I was that I got to meet her so early in my rp days. They’re the very first person who ever wrote with me other than my friends who brought me into rp. I feel like I’ll always be really grateful for that introduction and the fact that we’re STILL MUTUALS! (Cuz, like damn I did not know what I was doing back then, and I still don’t.)

Actually, I’m gonna take this moment to have a little fangirl over here because I actually followed Snu before I was even IN rp. I followed one rp blog,: Skyvar. I was so transfixed! The characterization (I was never in love with Kugo and then I founds Snu and 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩) was amazing, their writing is so enjoyable to read, their dialogue, the aesthetic, the art, the humor, the romance - I’ve been reading their stuff and loving every second of it. If there’s a thread on my dash I read it. I honestly think that I probably wouldn’t have been convinced to land here if it’s not for Snu.

 And then I GOT HERE and they was so quick to write with me, to let me bounce ideas, to grow my muse, and I’ve been so excited to write with them for every thread we’ve done, which at this point has been multiple muses and multiple blogs, and even when I vanish for unexpected or explained hiatuses, they’re always here to welcome me back.

I really love Snu’s tendency to create NPCs for their canons, expanding their worlds in a way that once can’t without that same expansion - and then watch them take it to a new extreme (as demonstrated by these three once npcs now ocs on her blog). It creates a much more expansive world and I find it really immersive. (I’m super obsessed with Kugo’s sister and Zanpakuto in case anyone was wondering 🥵🔥).

Snu is definitely one of the staples of my RP experience and deserves every compliment I could possibly think to give. They’re faithful and dedicated to their muse and to telling his story, despite a generally unsympathetic fandom opinion of Kugo, and has changed a lot of minds about him, which is a powerful skill in the RPC. I can’t wait to see where they go next and I’m so happy we keep writing together!!

[illholy]

tell me how u developed her, or idk rather her origins - the day u were like, damn i need to create this oc 👀 what'swordingasdfgh

𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅         :       always loved. ↳   @endhell​ 

snow  !    first of all,   I missed you so much !    (   like,   I super do !  )  and secondly,   thank you for allowing me to start this blog  THIS  way !?   it’s such a good way to begin .   my god the way this ask made me smile so, so much ! 

Now,   to answer !    This all began in the first place because I wanted to write for a character that is incredibly innocuous,   someone that can be perceived as   ‘ inoffensive ’   someone that is essentially  just  gratuitously nice.   I thought it would be fun to play with a character that is incredibly unremarkable  ;   like a passing character.    (  that’s why judith looks the way she does as well,  someone that is  ‘ average ’  as if, upon first meeting,  you wouldn’t think she’s any sort of danger nor of interest really !  ) 

Then follows the  HORROR !    I adore this genre to bits,  but especially things that involve inescapable fears,  threats  -   ultimate bad endings and terror in relationships.  Those types of horror that leaves a bad taste in your mouth.  lmao.   I think that’s why Judith devolved into this sort of character were yes she is in fact harmless  and she is in fact inoffensive and innocuous but with a dash of unknowable discomfort.    Like even if she’s gentle with you, treats you well, never harms you, etc, etc,  something is just a little askew with her.  (  I guess,  horror in sanctity.  people with religious trauma will get it !  Like that yucky feeling you get when you’re confronted by  ‘ religion ’ !   it in itself is good and kind but boy is it gross. )

IN THE END,     I just woke up and thought  :   “ it’s time to actually make an oc. ”   Judith is actually my first ever OC  on tumblr.     

random.    you know, snow ! we’ve been mutuals for so long huh ?   I think you’ve seen this oc grow from one thing to another.   thanks so, so, so much for just being there !   You’re actually one of the reason as to why I’ve brave the way into fiddling with fandom verses, I was hesitant and shy but because you gave me a chance and helped me explore things, I was able to do something fun and interesting !    I even still have the drawings you’ve made of Judith and grimmy!  hahaha   I adore you so, so much!  Again, just thanks for being with me all through out !!