#sacriifice

[stillm0nster]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ incoming ; @sacriifice

as  soon  as  one  of  the  clocks  in  his  office  signals  yet  another  soul's  time  is  up,  doyun  gets  up  from  his  desk  and  puts  on  his  coat.  it’s  within  a  blink  of  an  eye  when  he  finds  himself  at  a  club.  pandemonium.  he’s  heard  of  it  but  never  really  visited  before.  he’s  a  busy  man.  “ reeks  of  them. ”  he  grimaces,  realizing  there’s  a  lot  of  vampires  in  this  place.  his  sworn  enemies  (  minus  his  younger brother  ).  walking  straight  to  where  the  mortal  is,  doyun  can  clearly  see  the  panic  in  their  eyes.  “ long  time  no  see.  i’m  afraid  your  time  is  up. ”  he  says  and  holds  his  hand  up  when  a  scroll  drops  in  it  out of nowhere and  he  lets  it  unfold.  when  the  human  falls  on  their  knees  and  begins  to  beg,  cry  even,  the  demon  rolls  his  eyes.  “ i’m  afraid  a  deal  is  a  deal,  darling.  i’m  taking  what  you’ve  promised  to  me–- ”  as  soon  as  he  says  that,  doyun’s  eyes  widen  a  bit  as  he  feels  a  great  presence  behind  him.  someone  similar  to  the  one  who  granted  him  his  powers  centuries  ago. 

[sintva]

@sacriifice liked for a closed starter.

“    people    do    bad    things    when    they're    trying    to    survive    .    ”    the    blonde    homme    started    with    a    brief    shrug    of    his    shoulders    .    he    continued    ,    “    it's    a    harsh    reality    that    sometimes    desperation    can    drive    individuals    to    make    choices    they    wouldn't    otherwise    make    .    ”

[tenderlove]

a   starter   for   @sacriifice  .  

                    to no one's surprise , youchen walked away from his first therapy session given the bullshit said . open up to a complete stranger about his personal life ? say what , in the first place ? there was nothing to be said . yet , for weeks after that , youchen continued to spend sleepless nights , wondering around the house like a ghost , standing in front of his son's crib for hours . youchen was reaching his limit . in the past , punching someone uncontious would do the job for easing his mind , but whenever he looked at narae , youchen knew he had to do better . it was while looking at his girlfriend that youchen remembered the therapist's words ' try to talk to someone you trust ' and he trusted narae . ❛  narae  ❜ called one day after xinyan had picked their son to spend the day with him . ❛  the therapist --   ❜ a hesitant pause ❛ she said i should talk to someone . i would like to talk to you . ❜

[cinnamcroll]

💌 NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED: @sacriifice !  

                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         "how the fuck am i the fucking bad guy? okay, she was old and on a walker. meaning, she should be in a home waiting to die ... not taking a portion of my day to get off of a fucking plane. you know, you could've defended me from the hag— it's not like she'll remember it in five minutes, but i will. i'll remember you valuing her colostomy loving self more than me, junny."

[star-paths]

( @sacriifice continued from x )

Her honesty was something he’d grown accustomed to over the time they’d spent together as friends, finding it refreshing after being surrounded by so many fake personalities in this business. This, along with her genuine innocence, was part of what endeared her to him.

Even still, it caught him by surprise in the moment and he chuckled, delight dimpling his cheeks to hear that she enjoyed herself.

“It’s supposed to feel good — if it doesn’t you’re doing it wrong, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he warned her with a pointed look.

He let go of her chin and allowing her to drape her limb around him, taking the opportunity to trail short-cropped fingernails along her arm in feathered touches as she toyed with his dark hair; a weakness of his.

Her question, though perhaps rhetorical, merited a shrug of his shoulder, shaking his head with a lazy half-smile.

“It happened when it should have. You were ready, I was available, and we both had enough trust to make it happen,” he reasoned, tilting his head to place a kiss on her forearm before propping his forehead against his knuckles to watch her with near catlike interest.

“If you did it again, what would you do differently?”

[mndstom]

closed starter for @sacriifice

The aftermath of getting their kids peacefully to bed has become one of Jieun's favorite things. The silence fills the house and she gets to sit on the couch, enjoy whatever TV show that's playing on the screen, and relax until bedtime. But not tonight. Not when she's nervous, restless, waiting for her husband to get home so she can share the news she's been keeping to herself for weeks.

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . continued from here | @sacriifice

            shinho  had  barely  gotten  his  bearings,  hair  a  mess  from  the  hard  nap  he  just  took.  with  brows  furrowed,  he  looks  up  at  the  phone,  almost  getting  blinded  by  the  brightness  of  it,  pouting  instantaneously,  "  really,  hattie  ?  you're  going  to  do  me  dirty  like  this  ?  "  shin  whines,  stretching  his  arms  over  his  head  and  thrashing  on  the  bed  a  bit,  "  and  why  is  it  your  lockscreen  too  ?!?  take  it  down  .  .  i  have  so  many  more  handsome  shots  of  myself  in  your  phone,  come  on.  "

[fleursqre]

"we’re not just friends. you know that." - ethan & jae 🥺💕

It was undeniably true. Their relationship went beyond mere friendship. In fact, it was far from it, especially considering the countless trials and errors that had entangled their hearts with heartache, misunderstandings, and despair. Their bond, once unshakable, now seemed cracked and tattered. They had been in love, and Jaehan, without a doubt, still harbored feelings of love. However, he knew better than to act on those emotions. Even though completely detaching himself from Ethan seemed nearly impossible, sitting across from him at that moment made Jaehan's mouth go dry.

He would try to hide his true feelings, of course. He would attempt to offer Ethan a soft grin, his head slightly concealed by an oversized hoodie that might have once belonged to Ethan during the time they shared the same living space. Jaehan let out a deep, somewhat awkward laugh, which would have been noticeable to anyone who knew him well enough. "Do you really want to open that can of worms tonight? If so, we're definitely gonna need some more soju," he said, half-jokingly.

[swan2swan]

Me at work yesterday:

 "Okay, so tomorrow we're going to learn that Urahara figured out that the Quincies can't steal Resurreccion, simply because they didn't do that. But the weird thing is that none of them did...Grimmjow and the Tres Bestia all fought in base form...but wait! That's right. Harribel released when she fought Yhwach. We saw that in the anime and manga. Huh. That's funny. So in a way, Harribel saved the Soul Society. That's neat. She lost, but it led to victory, meaning they won thanks to her sacriSONOFA-”

[stillm0nster]

arriving at the basement of his club, a place so secluded that only a select few know of, dohwan can hear screaming and crying. in fact, he could hear it while he was back at his office earlier. typical. his men do quite well when it comes to picking the humans they would later sell off as blood dolls ( or use for their own satisfaction ). they always act so dramatically–- kicking, screaming, crying, as if their lives actually matter. there's a small sly smile on his lips while he walks down the hallway, the sounds of despair becoming louder and louder until he finally steps into the chamber where slaves are being kept. his jaw nearly drops to the floor at the sight of the familiar face and memories from centuries ago flood his mind. within moments he stands in front of his subordinate and has his hand tightly wrapped around their neck, making them focus entirely on him instead of the young woman they were dragging around. rage flashes in his eyes at the thought they could have harmed her or even killed her. there's not an ounce of hesitation when dohwan rips his subordinate’s head off, then he moves closer to her and goes on one knee, his eyes unusually soft. " yuri ... are you alright? " / @sacriifice

[sintva]

" um well . . . thanks for understanding , " he expressed , meeting her gaze with a mixture of gratitude & weariness . " survival can bring out a side of us we never ever knew existed , but occasionally it's the only way to keep going . " the homme paused for a moment and then further stated softly , " i appreciate you listening free of judgment . . . that's a rarity in itself . "

hailey places a hand on his arm, giving a gentle smile. in no way is she judging. she couldn't fathom what people went through that would drive them to do the things they did. " it's like you said, trying to survive.. your instincts take over. choices may seem harsh to others, but not to the person who is living through that. "

[tenderlove]

a   starter   for   @sacriifice  .  

                 as a child , shuijiao had to engage in all of the activities his mother wanted him to , from instruments to sports , little self enjoyed all the attention it would grant him from family and friends even if it was tiring and he was only good in a handful of them . in his early twenties , jiao continued to practice some of these activities and his favorite was equestrian especially because it was the sport his mom still practiced . at this point , shuijiao doesn't attend the practices as regularly as he should , but still insisted to take part on a match that would happen that afternoon . of course , the love of his life had to be there , seated next to shuijiao's mother and brother . seated on top of the horse , shuijiao waved to junsu upon entering the arena , proudly showing off to his husband , before getting ready for this routine .

[star-paths]

He sat down across the small table from the man, setting the glass of red wine down in front of him on a small napkin.

"Wasn't sure you'd make time for me, old friend. You're a busy man," he observed with a lift of the glass to him in salute, taking a sip and replacing it. "How's life? How's the family?" he prompted, taking the chance to get a good look at the infamous Moon Jaeho, a formidable giant in the industry and yet Jiwon could only manage to see the same bright-faced upstart fighting his way higher and higher on the industry ladder just a generation or so behind him.

Was it possible to see oneself in their peers? There certainly had been something kindred there ever since their worlds collided all those years ago and pitted them in a friendly rivalry.

[mndstom]

closed starter for @sacriifice

"I wish I could just turn it off. My caring side, I mean." The female mumbles, followed by a sigh once she has closed the fridge's door. A fridge that doesn't have anything else than blood bags. She has thought of buying groceries, something that screams human, but what's the point when not that many people visit her? She's social, but she's not social enough to invite people over to her place. "I don't know why I care so much." Brows furrowed, Lillian finally turns to face Inseong, and she walks up to him, sitting down on the couch.

[cinnamcroll]

                ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥         already proving junsu's point right and melting immediately into his touch, both hands came to cup the males cheeks. squishing them together, puffing out his lovers lips— he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. "i did change, it's your fucking fault. i think you pacified me too much, susu. i'm like a fucking shell of my former self, so we should break up, i'm not enjoying being your docile housewife." never one to lift a finger, he'd always leave everything to junsu to figure out. clinging tightly to his lover, soomi's words came out in a huff. though, a blush rose to his cheeks at the kiss to his temple. "now you're getting too soppy, should i actually be worried you're going to fucking croak it?" murmuring quietly, a hint of worry was in his voice; only ever fearing the one person who mattered. "mhm, you better come find me asap ... i'm still pissed at you for not meeting me sooner, why'd you let me go so long without?"

꒰ * ｡ ˚ . ✧ ꒱ " we'll see how useless i am later, darling. " he says through a grin, knowing how his boyfriend always melted under his touch. his own arms wrap around soomi's middle, holding him close as he reminded junsu of how he changed. he chuckles softly, nodding, clearly remembering it all. " you changed too. always arguing over anything. now it's only every other thing. " he teases, placing a kiss to his temple. " i'd be empty without you.. i'd do anything to be with you again. but in our next life, lets not have crazy family and find each other soon, hm? "

[littledemo0n]

i forgot to upload yesterday’s drawing :/

day 17 - ritual sacrifice

(give me a moment for today’s drawing :,v)