A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
there's a far - away look in haruko's eyes. her mind and body working on auto - pilot or maybe she is fully aware of what she had just done. lost in her own mind, it is bugs who makes her focus, breath, eyes shift to look at her friend?'s hand. are they just friends or something more? perhaps a question for when there isn't a dead body lying at her feet. she takes bugs' hand, touch gentle as ever. " what are we going to do? "
muse : moon yu-bin "bugs" . she / they . lesbian . tracker + non profit worker . plot : loosely inspired by this post except my muse catches your muse with blood on their hands after ki.lling someone . status : open to anyone . f if romantic.
"just . . . give me your hand. we can figure this out together." her eyes dart to the knife on the ground back to the other across from her. their hands stained with crimson, the air thick with metallic so strong yu-bin can almost taste it on her tongue. she holds her hand out for the other to take. holds back the instinct that tells bugs to run. get far away! you don't belong here! this was her friend and there had to be a reason for the dead body on the floor. "i'm your friend, right?"
getting all hot and heavy with him in a corner booth at the club or on the couch at a house party, and he’s trying to convince you to cockwarm him right there. he’s got his hand on the back of yours, pressing your palm into his crotch to show you how hard you’ve made him, all the while talking all low in your ear. “need to feel you so bad. i can’t wait. just sit on it, baby. come on, nobody will notice.”
“we are soulmates and when you die, i die, except i don’t know who you are apart from the fact that you just live a very dangerous life because you’ve technically died three times now and gosh i wish you would stop dying it’s very inconvenient. last year i was in this HUGE job interview and what do i do but keel over –”
surprise is an understatement. her pupils are wide, her breath heavy, all of her body tense. " what the frick did you just —, " cutting self off, kyujin starts backing away from her old friend, slowly, as if not to enrage the feral animal he is further. it's good to note this is her first time seeing a dead body. " i'm gonna, i'm gon — you're— bye — . " back pressed against the door, fumbling with the handle.
muse : mikah morningstar . he / him . bisexual . vampire . plot : mikah's still apart of the cult right now although he's growing use to his new punishment (being turned) and sent to recruit people . could be a stranger . could be an old friend . status : open to f/nb .
mikah sees the surprise on the other's face and he lets a sigh leave his lips. drags the cigarette away just enough so he can speak to them. "sorry about that, sweetheart. you weren't supposed to see that." the vampire steps over the deceased body and closer to the other. glances down and drags his shoe across concrete to attempt to clear it of blood. "i'm usually not so messy."