#hemlock ia

[leeknow-ia]

Pearl Eyes and Fun Guys | Hemlock & Lee Know

Lee Know was back on his shit again, actually he wasn't terrorising the masses today, he was looking to get his tattoos touched up. Now he wasn't one to obsess about his appearance every day, so he avoided make up or buying trendy clothes, those things weren't important. What he did enjoy though, were body modifications. They were pretty easy; just get them done once, perhaps a little bit of maintenance, and then they're set for at least a few years.

It had been quite a while since Lee Know got his forehead tattoos and he was looking to find someone to help him out. They were looking around for a tattoo parlor, dark eyes scanning the streets. Lee Know wasn't too fussed about who the artist in shop was or the style or anything like that, this was simply a touch up of their old design which were just simply diamonds. There was no hidden meaning for Lee Know's tattoos, he just thought the design looked neat and who didn't want a cool forehead, right?

He donned his typical combat boots with loose fit trousers with way too many pockets, along with a skin tight muscle shirt. All in black, of course, he didn't like having to think about matching colours or anything. As he walked down the street he took quite an interesting path to the shop, avoiding crowded places or any areas that he felt like could have people. Lee Know's wandering paid off and soon he laid his tapioca-like eyebolls on a tattoo parlor! With much confidence he opened the door and headed inside.

This was going to be a quick thing, just touch up his forehead tattoos and maybe if they liked the artist enough they'd ask for another design... Maybe? Lee Know wasn't opposed to getting more tattoos, but he also had limited money. Well, he was going to see who the artist was.

@hemlock-ia

[jinki-ia]

A Purple Christmas

"I swear fuck tequila....smooth my ass it all taste the same, never try to outdrink an Irish android! He doesn't even get effected by alcohol!" The Shigofumi grumbled to himself stumbling into the bar far too early for anyone to be up. Or so he thought, His workers were already setting up for the upcoming night which only made the old man groan again. To do it all over again.

He slept the day away now walking into his establishment in his bathrobe and slippers holding a mug of steaming hot tea. The picture of a hangover. "Hey boss this came for you" His worker slid a box over to him. He glanced at it confused "A gift for me?" Setting down his mug he ripped open the box getting excited.

The dark purple puffy jacket was the first thing he saw, he smiled brightly pulling it out of the box "Oh this is beautiful!" The color was an almost perfect match to his wings. Pulling the tie of his robe he pulled it off quickly slipping on the jacket. A perfect fit. "How does it look?" He asks the bartender doing a little twirl in nothing but his boxers and jacket.

Going back to the box he took out the wax and pen, both extremely thoughtful gifts. Grabbing the box and leaving his tea behind he went back upstairs to his home to text the Demon.

[TEXT:LITTLE LOCKIE] You're too sweet, thank you for the gifts Hemlock! I love it all!

[TEXT: LITTLE LOCKIE] You should help me with the feather wax lol I can't reach back there

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[amos-ia]

For Christmas Hemlock brings Amos a small bag of wrapped gifts. 1. A skull that is very small, but it obviously has been 'harvested' recently. 2. a golden necklace made by elvenhands from dawrvengold. It has an inscryption in old demonic saying 'BFF' 3. An old book with drawings of angel deaths and how they died, written by a demon (obviously) with pictures.

Amos was usually not one to do gifts, surprises back and forth not being his thing. Hemlock was an exception to this rule, call it best friend benefits of some sort. He had made sure to take a quiet moment to himself when he unwrapped the presents, preferring to give them his full attention since he knew the other demon knew what he enjoyed. And Hemlock picked well. The demonic letters on the necklace even made the awfully serious demon smirk; he might've found Hemlock ridiculous at times with his plushie and bff obsession but it was the only way the two were at this point after all these years.

He would keep the presents at his shop where he would see them the most. Amos spent so little time at his apartment that it'd be a waste to have them there. The skull now sat on his desk in the backroom, next to all the equipment he needed to work. The book would be kept as light reading during breaks and the necklace for special occasions.

To remind Hemlock of the day they first met, he had sent the other a similar plushie to what they had collected from the wasteland, though while this one was not dirty, it looked tormented. Just like the two enjoyed things. On top of that, he gifted the other demon a hat similar to what they usually wore, made of expensive materials. For a while he had considered making him one of his self-made bottles of toxins but yet again came to the conclusion that Hemlock himself was far more toxic than a little bit of bottled liquid.

While fashion was something one could expect him to gift, being very particular about how he looked at all times, the plushie was not him in the slightest. That one percent was reserved for Hemlock only though because Amos, even in all his proudness and selfishness, was not a bad best friend. He would gift someone something they could enjoy whether it was like him or not.

[august-ia]

zzzzz 

‘ zzzzz ‘   for my muse’s reaction to hearing yours murmuring mine’s name in their sleep

"Hmm?" he asked when his name was called, turning his head towards the demon. Per August's request, they'd been watching a movie because he thought Hemlock was super cool and had wanted to hang out with them again- they'd saved him after all! He blinked when he noticed the other had fallen asleep, wondering just why they would dream of him. He was probably not dreaming at all, perhaps he was between being asleep and awake, that had to be it.

"Locky?" he whispered, leaning in a little closer curiously, trying to see if the other would say it again just to confirm they'd actually said his name and he wasn't only imagining it. Nothing. Oh well. August silently scooted a little closer to the demon and slid down until he was practically lying down, resting his head close to the other's.

Careful not to touch them, he wondered if he could take a little nap too- it remained a mystery just why the other had said his name but August didn't feel quite confident enough to ask. There was something slightly intimidating about the demon to him- they were very pretty, attractive even, something August was always drawn to but with Hemlock there was an extra layer of something that had him shy away from his usual bold personality.

[amos-ia]

Amos didn't know what the other demon did with the plushies he collected, counting three so far with the one he picked up right after they met. Did he have a monstrous collection of them back at home? Did he make something out of them? Maybe Hemlock gave them teeth. He found himself not caring enough to ask but he paused when the other moved in to nuzzle him, instinctively pulling back from the action.

The only reason why he didn't complain about it was that he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could make Amos uncomfortable, perhaps that was his need to be in control. As they ventured further in, he noticed the other's reaction to the butterflies, his interest instantly piqued. One could say he was slightly too observant with people but with that he had won so many people over no matter how bad of a guy he was.

He'd keep it to himself for now but ask about it perhaps next time they meet, whenever that would be. Thankfully Amos had a good memory when it came to details he wanted to know all about. It was obvious that the scorpions were to his liking, however, since his attention went on them and how they glowed under the light.

"What, do you plan on coming home with me?" he asked to dodge the question, smirking at the other a little before he moved around to see the little creatures. Perhaps it was their venom that fascinated him, though when he looked further and saw something even more curious, he wandered further in, impressed that these things were still alive when everything else had been wiped. He stopped in front of an enclosure of a centipede trying to crawl against the glass, they most definitely had felt the shakes of the disaster too.

"Tell me, Hemlock. Have you ever had the pleasure of poisoning someone?" he asked as he watched the venomous creatures and thought about the times he'd done so. How he was actually quite alike with these little things. He wasn't so sure about the other though, knowing them for an hour didn't really give him enough insight.

Effervescent calamity } Amos&Lock

[yeosang-ia]

caramel apples — yeosang & hemlock

[baekhyunx-ia]

A demonic presence makes itself known as they enter the room and watch the other, wincing slightly at the light aura of the man but quickly straightening his back again as they step closer and nod their head slightly at the other- expecting the other to introduce themselves before he does.

Baekhyun is surprised to run into someone. The being before him nodded at him slightly. The Sunsprite smiled all the same and nodded back to them. Meeting someone new is always exhilarating, especially here at the academy! There are so many different types of people. Baekhyun wants to make as good an impression as possible to as many people as possible. This means there are rules he needs to follow.

"Hello! My name is Baekhyun," The Sunsprite stated happily, "what may I call you?" He doesn't mind introducing himself first; he almost prefers it.

Since wandering the Earth for at least a hundred years, Baekhyun has found that the most interesting people are those you didn't know you would be meeting. Surprise encounters are fascinating to him. The adventure of life is always gifting him with new experiences. Once again, he has met someone with unique eyes. He had no idea eyes could be so many different colors. Although this person is obviously not a human, Baekhyun isn't going to pry. That's rude; he would instead put his best foot forward.

[insolitus-academy]

MINI EVENT: SETTING UP FOR FALL

It's getting colder and the winds are blowing a bit more. Time to prepare for the falling of the leaves! As always, the person mentioned first writes the starter!

CARAMEL APPLES

Muses: @yeosang-ia & @hemlock-ia

After picking apples together at an orchard the two muses go to a workshop to make caramel apples. A fun wholesome activity for the whole family! Of course something will go wrong - - - A mysterious woman who also attends the workshop has an eye on muse A and tries to dip him in caramel instead!

Running with the goats

Muses: @shiloh-ia & @jiwoo-ia

When Muse A and Muse B attend a fall fair with a petting zoo it is easy to forget they're in a magical place. Even if the baby goats have wings and the piglets come in all colours of the rainbow. A huge tree falls over and destroys the gates- letting all animals escape. Our heroes have to find the animals and return them before they scare the HUMANS that are just across the street in a huge mall.

FLOWER FESTIVITIES

Muses @baekhyunx-ia & @minwoo-ia

There is a huge flower festival at the Western coast where Muse A and Muse B are visiting. Muse A is mistaken for a celebrity by a group of people and Muse B is somehow roped in as they both run from a mass of fangirls and boys through the beautiful flower gardens.

Light a little Light

muses: @leeknow-ia & @leejieun-ia

At the light festival near the large river it is important for muse A and muse B to keep their eyes open. They get a notification that a supernatural monster has escaped confinement and will escape at any moment now... And Muse A and Muse B are the only magical being nearby to save the humans around them.

[junseo-ia]

[ @hemlock-ia ] "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he comments watching the other man. A small smirk playing around his lips as he leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette. "I think I saw a were pee there just now, you know how they can be, the were's."

After settling into his living space, Jun had thought it would be fitting to get some exploring done of the village near the academy before classes started on the following Monday. He was hoping that there weren't going to be many people still lingering around this late at night and he was right. Of course there were still people walking around but compared to the crowds he saw earlier on his way to his place, this was peaceful.

He had made a left through a small street, eyes finally looking up at the faint lights from the stores and he opened his mouth slightly when he caught scent of something unpleasant. His nose scrunched a bit in disgust before he heard a voice come from his peripheral vision. He turned to see the other standing there, faint amber coming from his cigarette.

"Ah, is that what it is?" He scrunched his nose once more before pursing his lips, trying to rid of the traces of the scent that lingered now in his head. "Don't tell me that happens often around here..."

[shiloh-ia]

hemlock; hate me, love me (au)

There was hardly anything that escaped Shiloh when it came to his adored one ‒ months worth of sleepless nights spent searching and collecting any piece of information that could be found. Hundreds and thousands spent without a flinch just to discover what couldn’t be disclosed, to have it all. Yet in all this mess, there was still something he couldn’t quite acquire, the very object of his obsession. Destined to remain in the shadows, Shiloh could only watch from afar, through any means possible, cursed not to cross that very last threshold. Comforting himself with scarce, forced interactions during fan meetings and calls, with lingering behind closed windows, in the dark, observing as the tips of his fingers trembled with the urge to touch, to claim. 

Like on many other occasions, the male found himself on the other’s balcony, freezing in the cold winter night as he waited through the long hours for him to come, so he could catch a glimpse of him, to see him in that privacy that wasn’t meant for eyes like his to witness. Little did Shiloh know that he was in for a surprise, one that would leave a bitter taste in his mouth as hatred, anger and jealousy built up on the tip of his tongue. To see the one he so desperately longed for step inside with another felt like a knife pierced right through his heart. A betrayal he that would break him into pieces. In utter shock, Shiloh stood still, frozen in place, blood boiling inside his veins as the pair went about their affair. 

At first he watched, petrified, taking in every touch exchanged, in a masochistic way as he could feel his heart bleed inside his chest, occasionally skipping beats from the pain, forgetting to breathe in even until his lungs desperately cried for oxygen. But then, he snapped. Something broke inside of him, and he lost it. Without taking the moment to snap out of that madness and reflect upon his intentions, Shiloh began hitting his fist against the window, thuds probably echoing loud enough in the room for those inside to hear. Enraged and bewildered, he went on, hit after hit, switching between his fist and his elbow, ignoring all physical pain, or any thoughts about consequences. 

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[leeknow-ia]

"Hey," the demon says, nodding at the other and continuing but stopping to look back and tilt his head slightly at the other as if familiar. They didn't know for sure and narrowed their light eyes. The large hat on his blonde long hair tilting with it. Casting a shadow on his face and the ground. "Have we met before?"

He stares for a moment and then his eyes shift left and right as if confused that anyone would be talking to him specifically. "Hey?" He finally responds after a few seconds as he mentally scrolls through the list of faces of people he had met in the past-- this stranger being none of them. He would have surely remembered the hair and the hat, or at the very least the freckles. "I don't think so. I'm Lee Know, and your name is...?"

[jinki-ia]

Jinki didn't even have a chance to step off the elevator before the kid was zooming off "Hey, wait for me! I don't want you to get lost again" The last part was said as a grumble as he looked around the building, it was a nice place. He wasn't sure what kind of business resided here but it's much better than the whole in the wall his last job had him in.

The shigofumi head was turning trying to catch a glimpse of the computer screens while he chased after the blondie. Hearing the gasp had him turning his head just as Hemlock jumped into her arms. He smiled jogging up until he was a few steps away. Jinki didn't know what to do but gave a single-handed wave "Hi I'm Jin-Lockie please" he cut himself off as he listened to the other's retelling of the story.

Jinki chuckled awkwardly, he immediately regretted telling Hemlock to tell his mother what happened. "What he means to say ma'am is that I found them on the street and wanted to get them back to you. They weren't sure where you worked so I thought flying would be the fastest way to cover more ground. But don't worry I've been flying for years Lock was safe" Jinki rubbed the back of his neck with yet another awkward chuckle. "You have an amazing little kiddo there ma'am, I learned a lot from them today" He smiled looking down at Hemlock with a playful wink. "I'm sorry to just be dropping in like this but I wanted to make sure Hemlock got back to you safely"

It was such an exciting experience- he had gotten to FLY! and now he was getting back to their mother. Hemlock surely was a handful for their parents and there was no end to his adventures in sight! Today Hemlock was saved by Jinki but surely tomorrow or the day after the child would find himself in trouble again.

Going into the elevator he was giggling and then as the door went open with a ding they ended up on a large floor with offices with glass windows. It was very human-esque in a way but the strange plants and dark artworks revealed who was working here. Besides humanity would need a few hundred years more before they got to this level of civilisation. The computers- or what looked like them -were powered by magic and not electricity like they would in the human world.

Hemlock dashed through the hallway and barely waited for Jinki to catch up as the little one tried to find his mother. Luckily mother had a large office and was just standing outside of it to talk to a few colleagues when her eyes landed on her spawn. With a gasp she opened her arms as Hemlock jumped into them and snuggled close to her. Confused she looked up and her eyes found the stranger in the hallway- the man who was responsible for bringing Hemlock here.

Hemlock’s mother was a beautiful lady- small in stature and with long white-blonde hair and dark eyes. Hemlock’s light eyes were obviously from his dad’s side of the family. She looked cute- in a kind of youthful way where you know you’re being tricked and the person is actually a lot older.

“Who are you?” she asked Jinki immediately as she watched the man, cradling her child against her as he babbled to her about adventures. “FLYING-” she hissed and looked at Jinki accusatory. Someone had taken her baby into the AIR???

[august-ia]

Finale >: ]

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

August, being the dumbly courageous faerie he was, had wandered off to a part of the city no faerie ( or light being in general ) should probably find themselves in. His infinite curiosity was one day going to be the death of him- just hopefully not today. Nobody was that bad, he thought. August wanted to see what these dark corners had to offer, the places near home were nothing like this.

It wasn't until he began to turn more and more heads, not exactly because of why you'd imagine, that the reality began to sink in. He must've looked like glittery prey with his doe eyes and wildly beating heart when he started to feel like he was being followed.

He wasn't only imagining it either. He glanced behind himself and saw a figure no longer walking after him but very obviously taking long strides, attempting to close the gap between them. No. August's fight or flight response told him to quicken his pace to a near jog while he glanced back every now and then until he saw someone else on the silent street- without a second thought the fairy ran into the stranger, pressing his face into their chest and covering his eyes with his hands.

Not the smartest thing to do when you didn't know the person. "Please help me," he said weakly, putting his trust in a stranger who could be just as bad as, if not also teamed up with, the person who was following him. To August's surprise, the person wrapped their arms around him when he heard the pace of his follower's steps only quicken. "Someone's following me."

[yeosang-ia]

For Christmas Hemlock brings Yeosang a few gifts. 1. a Bambi plushie with glitters 2. a large baby-blue puffy coat to stay warm. 3. a Mug that says 'pretty boy' & 4. 2 tickets to see a new movie in the cinemas

There are various love languages that one could have, and out of the five, Yeosang was admittedly not sure of which one was his. One thing he did know, though, was that he liked it best when people were straightforward with him when it came to expressing their feelings. So getting gifts a bunch of gifts from Hemlock was a sign of just how much the demon cared for him.

After placing the plushie by the corner of his (rarely used) study table, hanging the cute, puffy coat in his wardrobe, and putting away the new mug he'll now use every time he drank hot cocoa, Yeosang wondered if there was gonna be a new My Little Pony movie any time soon. If not, the upcoming Inside Out 2 movie seemed fun. He was particularly attached to Bing Bong in the first one, and he just hoped that he wouldn't be sobbing in the new sequel.

[valentine-ia]

LAST BATCH OF FLOWERS DELIVERED

DONE. If I missed any- then the flower monster ate it!

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[amos-ia]

It was true, there was trust like no other between the two demons. Although Amos had been with a pack of their kind before, he had always been someone who kept others at distance, for no other real reason than the fact he enjoyed solitude, knew with that came perfect products when someone wasn't putting their fingers in the mix. He had always been very particular, infuriatingly so, many would say. Demanding, harsh, qualities that oftentimes complicated even the simplest relations. But the duo had never needed to cling onto such things. It was much like co-existing in some sort of symbiosis.

Although Hemlock couldn't see it, a small smirk formed on his lips. "May I never escape the expectations of our kind," he replied after being told he was taken as a demon. Nothing was truly better than being one, being superior. His shoulders relaxed under the other demon's touch, the gun penetrating ink into his skin starting to feel more like a massage than anything else. A two in one deal, how nice.

"You spill quite a lot," he snorted, though he stayed still. He shared with Hemlock more than he shared with others and he was sure it worked the same the other way around too. But everyone kept things to themselves. Then he sighed, seeing the list of tomes in his mind's eye. "Mm, I'm starting to think not everyone knows the original usage of tomes. I was requested to make a plain white one. You could ask anything in the world and you choose white. Tells a lot about a person," it made him think of the teens of this age. And he despised teens and their odd stylistic decisions.

Now, a tome for the other demon would be a truly wonderful idea. The simple suggestion of the other had his mind already full of ideas. "Perhaps there could be vines- vines that hold the tome shut from unwanted visitors. Ah, perfect. I'll get right on it." If he was not stuck to the chair, getting hammered with a needle, he would be out the door to draw out his ideas.

The way he acted around the other was rare of him. While they leaned in for the nuzzle, Amos tilted his head the smallest bit, giving them the space they required. He had never been one for tenderness, the air around him enough of a warning to keep anyone at bay, clearly stating boundaries even without a word. People feared him. That's why they were attracted to him in the first place; nobody could resist playing with fire. And perhaps in his youth he had bitten when Hemlock tried to show such affection, in lack of a better word, but these days he was hardly even bark. He didn't need to be. His only response was to nod at the confirmation.

To Amos, heartbreak was delicious to witness. The simple thought of someone's eyes slowly beginning to water, a whimper entering their every word when their world was shattered, made his mouth water. It was its own kind of world-destroying. He had always been a selfish demon who wanted to take, take, and take, just because he could. "Mm," a low hum escaped his throat in response, his mind now swirling with possibilities. "To amuse you," now that amused him, "you and your thing for fae. I'd take the wings off that thing. In fact, some time ago I was able to purchase a set, it now hangs on my store's wall. Such fragile things the fey are."

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock