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Marked By Him

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Pairings: Vampire!Lee Know/OC

Summary: Vampyres dominate the entertainment world with their otherworldly beauty and talent. It's a world you must be born into, but a few lucky ones are Marked. Stripped from her home and everything she knows, Minji's Marking means that she has to rely on the Devil himself, Lee Minho, to be her mentor. He's cute and sweet to the public, but behind closed doors the monster comes out to play.

Content: Angst, Slow burn, lotsa plot, eventual smut, vampires, dark themes, original characters, first person perspective, general 18+ content, alternate idol universe, asshole Lee Know, surprise love triangle, discussion of blood, discussions of death, discussion of illness, discussion and debate of fictional religions,

WC: 3848

Minors do not interact. Do not repost my content to other websites, this includes translations.

Notes: Random fun fact: fruit flies live an average of two months and I am prone to exaggeration.

Uncertainty. 

Dread. 

Abject horror. 

All of these could describe my feelings as my third meeting with Minho loomed near. I went through the motions: dance practice every night along with vocal lessons and days spent at the dorms with Maeri and Yoojin. The adjustment was hard, sometimes brutal, but I was coping the best I could.

Learning and absorbing information had always come easy to me, but dancing and singing were more physical than technical. Reading up on music theory and proper technique could only take you so far, and I was miles behind the other trainees in terms of skill and ability. Thankfully, Maeri was always happy to coach me through difficult dance moves and concepts while Yoojin politely helped me not sound like a dying animal in our vocal sessions. The vocal instructor still visibly cringed whenever I sang and I still tripped over my own feet during dance practice but it had only been two days. I was hoping progress would happen in time. 

During the wee hours of the morning when the dorm was silent, I studied 'Marked.' I quietly read by the light of a dim book lamp so as not to disturb my sleeping roommates, and I soaked in the knowledge like a sponge and took notes in my notebook like I was back in highschool all over again. I had already decided I couldn't rely on Minho to be my guide into Vampyrism, so the book was all I had and I intended to use it. 

Chapter Two was a detailed account of the earliest known history of Vampyres, and I found myself absorbed. It covered a lot of events that were not readily available public knowledge, including the First Coven: a group of ancient Egyptian Vampyres that banded together to create the first official Vampyric governing body. The First Coven would grow and shift over the years into the High Vampyre Association that was prominent in the modern day. Most of the Association could trace their ancestry back to the founders of the First Coven and a lot of the core ideology was still present even if adapted for the current times. 

There were ups and downs over the centuries as the First Coven grew in influence and power, spreading well across the world and overtaking smaller covens as they went. It was filled with battles of politics and principles. At times, it was bloody as beliefs grew and changed and opposition rose to contest the power structure. The First Coven always reigned victorious even as the humans around them were ignorant to the Vampyres they shared the world with and the battles raging right under their noses. 

I devoured the stories, the concepts of liberation from the darkness and cooperation with humans very much present in all of them. It was fascinating and far more than was shared with the general population. I was so intrigued that by the night of my next meeting with Minho, I had read well past my assigned chapter. 

Time management had never been my strong suit and I realized with a start as I glanced up from the pages of the book that it was just a couple of hours till sunset. I hadn't slept but my new world was set to wake up the second the sky turned orange and the sun sank into the horizon. Being a creature of the night was a hard adjustment when you had spent a lifetime in the sun and my sleeping patterns had been torn up and tossed into the trash along with my humanity. My week as a trainee had seen me living off caffeine and cat naps in-between practices and it seemed as if the upcoming night would be no different. 

I glanced away from the clock and back to the book in my hand wistfully. The upcoming chapter would cover the medieval period from the perspective of Vampyres and I was excited to get into it. The time period was a favorite of mine, and I knew it would be even more entertaining through the lens of a Vampyre. From what I recalled of my limited Vampyre history, it was also the time where Marks were first made known to the Coven. They (we?) we're unknown until the Tudor Era of Europe. 

Despite my interest, I forced myself to close the book and set it on my nightstand. I settled back into the sheets of my bed and closed my eyes. I would only get a few hours of rest, but it would be much needed when it came the physical torture that was dance practice and the emotional thriller that was Lee Minho. 

It felt like the second my eyes closed, I was being shaken by a hurried hand. My eyes cracked open groggily to find Maeri's smiling face. Her hair was already styled straight and hanging loose around her chin. She was dressed and ready for practice. 

"Get up, Nerd. We leave in twenty," she informed me perkily. 

My body protested as I got out of the haven that was my bed. I got dressed hurriedly, throwing on a pair of sweats and an oversized band shirt over my sports bra. Too tired to bother with hair, I pulled the messy mop into a tie on top of my head. It took all of a few minutes and when I was done I headed to join Yoojin and Maeri in the common room. 

Our dorm contained multiple rooms, and we shared our common area with other trainees. They milled about, also getting ready for the day while awaiting their own transportation to reach their schedules. I hadn't interacted with them much but it wasn't really of my own choosing. I was a bug waiting to be squished or a novelty with no in-between and even living with them had not changed that mindset if the brief glares thrown in my direction were any indication. I ignored the looks as I had been doing so since my arrival and focused on my roommates. 

"Are you… ready?" Maeri asked as she looked at me with a curious confusion evident in her features. 

"Yes?" I answered back with a question. My body was up and moving, but my brain hadn't fully accepted that it needed to wake up as well. I glanced down at my choice of clothing, thinking maybe I had managed to put my pants on inside out in my sleepy haste. 

"You have your meeting with Minho today, right?" Maeri prodded. At the mention of my mentor, my brain woke up enough for the dread to seep back in. Our last meetings had erred on the short side, and I hoped that the upcoming one would as well if only for the sake of my sanity. 

"Yes," I answered after a moment's hesitation. "I have my books in my bag. I-"

"At least wear a cuter top, and brush your hair," Maeri interrupted in exasperation. 

"Put more delicately, she's implying you might want to put in an effort to look presentable for your meeting," Yoojin took over before things got out of hand. She had a tendency to do that. Even her voice alone seemed to calm those around her. 

"Why on Earth would I want to do that? It's not a date," I argued back, giving Maeri a withering side eye in the process. 

"No…" Maeri said in a singsong voice. She was smiling at me now, the cuteness washing away my irritation just as quickly as she caused it. "But I've seen some of the things you brought from home. Including photocards, stickers stuck to your laptop, and blah blah blah. Fairly certain I even saw a poster you haven't unpacked yet. You're a fangirl and no proper fangirl would waste such an opportunity. I wouldn't if I had the prospect of regular meetings with BamBam."

"A friend gave all that to me," I tried to deny. I really didn't want to get into the argument of how he was so much different in person than the image of him I thought I had known, and I definitely didn't want to get into how I still found him to be disgustingly beautiful despite his dual personality. 

"Sure," Maeri tsked. 

"It's true! I'm much more of a Bangchan kind of girl," I argued halfheartedly. 

"Regardless, Minho is an idol - a fairly prominent one. It would do you well to leave a good impression," Yoojin said with an air to her voice that strangely reminded me of my mother when she was giving me life advice. At the comparison, my arguments melted and my shoulders sunk. I turned without another word and went back to our shared room to change and primp. 

I quickly brushed my hair and pulled it back up into a ponytail. I let my bangs hang loose with the shorter fringe that framed my face. It was still messy, but with intent and style this time around. The band shirt I switched out for a nicer more form fitting one. In a small effort to feign nonchalance, I picked an old GOT7 shirt with Jackson Wang's face displayed front and center. I contemplated changing out my tried and true baggy sweatpants for shorts but thought better of it. Clothes could be armor, and I needed all the armor I could get when handling Lee Minho. 

To make my lovely roommates happy, I also swiped on a bit of concealer in key spots and put on a layer of mascara. To complete my low effort look, I topped it off with a small amount of clear bubblegum scented lip gloss. I wouldn't be walking a runway anytime soon, but at least I looked more humanoid than before. 

I headed back out to Maeri and Yoojin to present my efforts and get on with the day. At my reappearance, I could have sworn Maeri's eye twitched but she held her tongue. Yoojin gave a soft smile with a small shake of her head. 

"Remind me to take you shopping for some proper workout clothes," she said, not unkindly. Coming from other people, I might have taken her offer as an insult but I had quickly learned Yoojin was simply the type to care for people. She had an almost motherly aura which was mildly strange for a young Vampyre but it was still comforting. 

"As long as that offer comes with food, I am game," I agreed cheekily. 

"If food is involved, I am inviting myself along. Besides, Minji needs all the help she can get," Maeri chimed in. 

"You're ganna need help in a-" my threat was cut off by the timely intervention of Yoojin. 

"The car is here. Make sure to bring your bags," she instructed the both of us. Like good kids, we put the bickering aside and followed our unofficial leader after gathering all of our things.

The drive from the dorms was a short one. Yoojin stuck to her phone during the trip while Maeri and I continued our bickering. She only intervened when she thought it necessary so we were left to our argument about whether to get cream cheese or crab rangoons with our lunch. 

As we pulled up to the building that housed JYP Entertainment, Yoojin finally interrupted, "Why can't you guys just order both?"

"It's the principle-" Maeri and I started at exactly the same time. At our in sync answer, we all broke out into a chorus of hearty laughs. 

"You two are far too much alike," Yoojin said in-between bouts of musical laughter. Both Maeri and I reared up to rebuke the notion before the scene in front of our company's building caught our attention. 

It was 8:00pm on a hot summer night in Korea and the sun had set a couple of hours ago. Of course, in Seoul, the city never slept. Copious amounts of streetlights illuminated the street and walkways and an indistinct black van was pulled up to the curb directly in front of the car that had dropped us off. It would have been entirely unremarkable if it were not for the man that was climbing out of the backdoor to the awaiting security escort. 

Christopher Bang, also known as Bang Chan, could unintentionally make getting out of a car look like an ad for a high end fashion brand. He was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt, but he looked so good and confident that you would think he was wearing the latest runway looks. He smiled politely, dimples and all, to the security escort before turning his attention back to the van. Following him came the rest of the members of Stray Kids in all of their glory and I felt my heart rate increasing to hospitalization levels.

My stance on a higher power was variable on any given day, but looking at each of the members in turn had me praising whatever act of nature had led to the creation of these men. They were all so beautiful that I wouldn't even question it if someone told me it was an act of divine intervention. I found myself thinking of the teachings of the Church of Light. They didn't hide their anti-Vampyre sentiment and they claimed Vampyres were a blight upon man - a creation of an evil being sent to punish humanity for its sins. In their twisted world view, Vampyres were pure malignance with beautiful faces that would lure you to the darkest pits of hell. They would seduce and charm until the Light of your soul was extinguished and you were left a Husk of your former self. 

It was all bullshit, of course.

The scientific community from all across the world had been pushing back against the ideology that Vampirism had anything to do with the mythological creatures of lore. It was simply the mutation, and that was that. I knew that just as well as most open minded younger people did, but looking at the faces of one of the most prominent active male Kpop groups made me curious. If it simply was an act of nature and science, our reality was incredibly unfair and a very rare few took home all of the aesthetics and talent. 

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice it until Maeri gave me a casual but mildly frantic elbow to the gut. It was becoming a trend with the two of us, apparently. I forced myself back to reality and realized with a start that the men in question were staring back. All eight pairs of eyes were trained in our direction, including the infuriatingly cold pair that belonged to Lee Minho. His held mine in a battle, but I wasn't even sure what we were fighting for. 

Yoojin, our most level-headed elder, smiled a coolly polite smile at the guys and herded me and Maeri to the doors. I could tell Maeri was chomping at the bit to crack a joke about me being ‘starstruck.’ It irritated me but what got to me even more was that she was right. It was a cliche right out of a badly written novel, but I was an ordinary girl who had something extraordinary happen to her. My only claim to fame or fortune was winning a few won from coming in second at a vocabulary competition in primary school. I was certainly not accustomed to rubbing shoulders or even being in the same location as the rich and the famous. 

In the life span of a fruitfly, I had gone from undecided incoming university sophomore to Marked Trainee. I could train for a lifetime and never be able to measure up to the world I was thrown into. I could debut and make millions, but it would still never change my background. I would realistically never reach the level of Lee Minho and his ilk. I knew that, but it didn't stop a fire that had begun to burn in my gut the moment I had first shared a space with him. 

I had started off life just like any other Jane Doe in the world, but the opportunity for a new destination was being handed to me on a silver platter. If I let it pass by and cowered behind an inferiority complex, I would wake up at sixty in my average house with my average husband to have lunch at an average restaurant with my average kids. I would collect my average pension from whatever run of the mill job I landed at with nothing but regret and resentment eating me alive. I knew myself well enough to know that I could never live with the knowledge that I had wasted an opportunity of a lifetime, but there was something more. 

I was a petty bitch, and I would never let Lee Minho and his demeaning stares and smirks win. 

I was already planning to thank him for pushing me to succeed when I accepted my first industry award. 

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“Minji!” My name being yelled across the practice room had the momentum of the dance moves I had been practicing come to an abrupt halt and my feet entwining under me and my face approaching the ground at lightning speed. I could see the scuff marks from tennis shoes getting closer and closer and yet I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I was lightheaded and had even reached a point of exhaustion where the muscle pain was simply no longer present. I had become a husk simply following the laws of physics. 

“Minji.” This was a different voice. It was almost serene, soothing. I tried with all the wits left in me to locate the sound, but I couldn’t. Everything was dark. 

“Minji! Wake up right this second, or I will call 119 and ensure this lives in your head forever as one of the most traumatic and embarrassing moments of your life.” This voice was more insistent, and prodding. I could hear a whine in it. The words were humorous, but veering into pure panic. 

“Should we call?” Another voice.

“Who do we call? She’s Marked. Human services or the Vampyric ones?” It was yet another one. 

“Please, back up and give her some space.” The calming voice commanded the others. “Ms. Jung, our roommate passed out due to exhaustion and overexertion. She should really have more fitness training before joining us in the more intensive dance lessons.”

Ms. Jung? A surge of annoyance took root in my fuzzy brain. I didn’t like that name for some reason. It took a second for the wheels to turn back into place and start properly spinning in my mind. Ms. Jung was the dance instructor. I had been dancing and then suddenly I wasn’t. I had been at practice with my roommates and the rest of the trainees on our schedule. That thought had my eyes flying open immediately to take stock of the damage. The other trainees were not my fans - that was a certainty. If my resolve to use this opportunity was to be effective, I could show them no weakness. 

Despite the renewed determination in my brain, my body was slow to agree. My vision was blurry, making everyone surrounding me appear to have hazy edges of color enveloping them. Their faces blurred together, but the number of them had panic setting in. I was already a zoo exhibit thanks to the Mark on my forehead, but I had become the newest addition to the local freak show. I was sprawled out pathetically on the hard floor of the practice room for all to witness.

“She’s awake?” One of the unfamiliar voices stated dumbly. It wasn’t an exclamation of relief or excitement. It was like asking a passerby if it was going to rain on any given day - mundane and only mildly interested. 

“Thank goodness!” The insistent voice breathed out. The haziness of my vision was fading enough for me to make out the relieved looking face of Maeri. She had leaned in closer to examine me so her face was right in front of mine. 

“Maeri,” I croaked with a scratch in my throat.

“Yes?” She questioned quickly. “Do you need water? Some Tylenol? I can get it for you.”

“You’re too close, you brat,” I replied halfheartedly. 

“I think she’s fine,” she informed the others with a quick chuckle as she backed away to give me room to breathe. I realized too late that it would have been better for my emotional health had she stayed where she was. Everyone in the room - fifteen young and primarily Vampyric trainees - were staring at me. I felt my face heat up and my insides burn with embarrassment. 119 was certainly not needed for this experience to rank high on my list of most humiliating moments in my life.

“I think you should take a break from dance practices for a while,” Ms. Jung butted into my mortification. “We have a company gym in the building. Use the time in your schedule to improve your endurance.”

I saw and felt the withering look that Yoojin shot at her. I had been delirious, but I remembered bits of the conversation that surrounded me before. She was taking credit for Yoojin’s suggestion. I knew Yoojin likely had my health and wellbeing in mind, but Ms. Jung appeared to simply be saving face in front of her audience of trainees.

“Ms. Jung is right,” Yoojin said with a charming smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We certainly don’t want you dying of exhaustion on her watch.”

“Of course not. Your well being is of utmost importance,” Ms. Jung agreed eagerly. 

Yoojin never lost her smile and our instructor beamed back at her like the entire exchange wasn’t one of the strangest things I had ever witnessed in my life. It was eerily reminiscent of my quiet battle of wills with Lee Minho, only this was basically a student battling with their teacher and the subject of the battle was not pride but the safety of the students - of me in particular. 

A chill went up my spine and the fine hairs on my arms stood up like danger was imminent. His voice was in my head. His questions teased me, making fear spread its toxic wings from my heart to my mind. 

"Do you know of any active groups with a Mark as a member? Have you seen news of any Marks debuting? Switching companies? Getting kicked from their programs?"

Surely, I was being irrational. There was no way that I was in any danger. There was no way that the entire industry had some secret vendetta against Marks. It was ludicrous and I must have still been a bit loopy from fainting. The outline on my forehead was simply a product of genetics and not the design of some odd conspiracy. 

“It’s a target, and you will be surrounded by predators.”

Even when he wasn’t near, Lee Minho was filling my head with doubts.

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[glitterverse-games]

Core playable species of the Glitterverse

Elves are tied with sasquatches as the second most common species in Eagleland. Elves take on minor traits of local wildlife from the location they were born, like feline ears, batlike wings, the nose of a proboscis monkey, or the operculum and cirri of a goose barnacle. Elves born in heavily urbanised areas without any bestial traits are called "street elves".

Regardless of their animal traits, elves are universally inhumanly tall, gangly-limbed, and hypermobile, capable of bending their double-jointed limbs further and with more flexibility than a human. Pervasively normative beauty standards push the ideal of the impossibly slender elf, but in truth, elves come in body types just as varied as humans'.

Elves have notably long lifespans, boasting about twenty years over the average human's expectancy, and most elven cultures place great importance on patience and forward planning as a result, making them almost like opposites to the spontaneous tendencies of sharklings.

The first part of an elven given name typically borrows from the scientific names of an individual’s animal half, and their last names are the names of their parents and/or other caretakers hyphenated. For instance, “Pedunculata Otariinae-Dussumieria“, or “Javanica Tragulus-Nycticibus-Brachyura”.

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Sasquatches are tied with elves as the second most common species in Eagleland. An arboreal, ape-like species, sasquatches have historically defended their forest homes from human invaders with formidable displays of guerilla tactics and their propensity for stealth, leading to an unfair reputation as savages.

Despite their large size, sasquatches tend to be remarkably light on their prehensile feet, and under many circumstances their footsteps are entire inaudible.

Sasquatches traditionally inhabit closely-knit networks of treehouses called clubs, and modern city-dwelling “squatches” sometimes turn to the cultivation of smaller plants out of respect for their heritage.

Sasquatch given names take the form of an earned title denoting a trait or achievement -- which may change multiple times across one’s life -- followed by the honorific “Kong”, and then a family name. Examples include “Stabby Kong Nana”, “Sparky Kong Loco”, and “Donkey Kong Country”.

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Humans are the most populous species in much of Here, and consequently have a notable degree of privilege in being the inhabitants of a world built primarily by and for them, due in no small part to several human countries' histories as violent colonialists. Times are changing in the Sixth Era, though, and everybody has the capability and responsibility to be better than their roots.

The most notable traits of humans are their strange ingenuity, and their courage that often borders on foolhardiness and can seem strange to other species; Humans readily bond with wild animals and inanimate objects, find culinary applications for phytotoxins, and endanger themselves for their own amusement.

From an outsider's perspective, the archetypal human is a recklessly brave fool who comes up with wild ideas that shouldn't work, but often do.

Human given names are mostly directly analogous to real world human names.

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Once upon a time, the dwarves inhabited great subterranean fortresses, and were renowned throughout Here as industrious miners -- but after one too many run-ins with ancient, abyssal horrors, a significant portion of their civilization decided to go as far in the other direction as they could. Many dwarves now reside in a swarm of small space stations in high-Here orbit, formally called the Starkeep and colloquially called the Fuckoff Fort.

While many residents of the Starkeep remain there for much of their lives, some dwarves instead choose to or are sent to live Here -- or else were descended from those who never did emigrate. Travel to and from the Starkeep is possible, but expensive, and many end up unable to afford a return trip in one direction or the other.

Dwarves have a natural affinity for crafting. In earlier Eras, it was expected that most dwarves become artisans or craftsmen of some variety, but such traditions are looser in the modern day, and many dwarves now take to less conventionally productive forms of creation for the sake of personal expression, like origami or pottery.

Regardless of biological sex, all dwarves are normally capable of growing beards and thick body hair, and it is common for dwarves of all genders to take great pains to maintain them, although a relative minority choose to keep themselves clean shaven.

Also, dwarves have Boston accents by default.

Dwarf names are fairly vanilla in this setting, but younger dwarves get weird with their last names. Examples include “Maeris Goodposts”, “Ragni Thickvape”, and “Bralma Crimedoer”.

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Sharklings are a mesocarnivorous, amphibious species who possess webbed, clawed extremities and sharklike snouts and teeth. Sharklings breathe through blowholes on the top of their snouts as well as through their skin, which they must keep moist like a frog's.

Sharklings begin life as tadpole-like larvae called "sharklets", and metamorphose into humanoids, losing their gills in favor of blowholes, around the age of 8. Sharklings have a shorter life expectancy than humans by a decade or so, which might contribute to their reputation for spontaneity and impulsiveness -- many sharklings are quickly running through complex streams of consciousness that can be hard for other species to follow, acting on ideas as soon as they come up.

In ages past, sharkling pirates were greatly feared on the high seas, and thanks to their amphibian nature, they still often find work relating to the sea.

Traditionally, when a sharklet is born, their parents immediately begin making guttural vocalizations at each other, and the first resultant sound that all parents agree on becomes the sharklet’s first name. Sharkling family names are the kind of bullshit you get by googling “pirate name generator”. Examples include “Hrep Ratbreath” and “Thyakk Saltstink”.

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Harpies are hollow-boned humanoids who generally look like particularly gaunt humans, save for their avian legs, and the feathers they grow in place of hair. Rather than arms, harpies have handless wings that allow most -- but not all -- subspecies of them to fly. Most city-dwelling harpies either learn to handle objects with their feet, or get prosthetic hands installed.

All harpies resemble a species of mundane bird, and often experience compulsions to behave in similar ways -- a magpie harpy might find themself collecting shiny junk, or a secretarybird harpy might instinctively stomp on objects they dislike.

Harpies can be found almost everywhere on the globe, often looking like a pastiche of their human and bird neighbours. As many demons possess avian traits, harpies were literally demonized by fearful human colonizers in past eras. Generally speaking, humans tend to be somewhat better about this nowadays.

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Orcs are native to the volcanic wasteland of Sorrowspire. Formerly known as Orczone, the island was once a verdant paradise, until the orcs were subjugated by human invaders who magically blighted the land, led by a ruthless Overlord. Under their tyrannical ruler, the orcs spent many years as an enslaved army and workforce, until the Overlord was eventually slain not by a party of liberating adventurers, but by an island-wide civilian uprising of orcs themselves.

The damage the Overlord's invasion did to Sorrowspire was irreversible, and so the orcs have kept the name as a reminder of their history. They've also kept the death metal aesthetic they had going on, despite the island having become an egalitarian socialist democracy post-rebellion.

Orcs have springbok-like horns that were evolved not for combat, but for courtship -- the healthier an orc is, the more likely they are to grow longer horns. Orcs uninterested in romance tend to wrap up their left horn, and those uninterested in sex often wrap up their right horn.

Orcish given names are the kind of thing you get from this generator.

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Dreamers look like large squids and octopodes whose beaks have been repositioned between their eyes. They are sapient people, but they are not humanoids -- many dreamers merely choose to walk and dress as if they were. Like sharklings, they are amphibious creatures who must keep their skin moist to avoid health complications.

Dreamers were magically engineered to act as spies in the Third Era, possessing the natural camouflage of the cephalopods they were derived from. Imbued with oneiroturgy, the magic of dreams, and capable of terrible psychic feats, they proved instrumental in the wars of their time, but eventually grew disillusioned with the unsavory tasks they were put to and broke away from their creators.

With each new generation of dreamers who were born rather than created, their inherent magic became increasingly diluted, and in the modern day all that remains of their once-formidable powers is their camouflage. Now a free, indisputably autonomous and self-perpetuating species in a world that once thought of them as weapons, dreamers are still trying to find their individual places, but many gravitate toward entertainment roles thanks to their uncanny charm and beauty.

Dreamer first names are complete bullshit syllable salads, while their last names are adjectives that denote a trait, but they are always adjectives with negative prefixes. For example, while they would not be named “Thyllaglasiaal the Free” or “Mariinthal the Pure”, they might instead be called “Thyllaglasiaal the Unfettered” or “Mariinthal the Unmarred”.

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Blattonoids, known colloquially as "roachfolk" or by the pejorative term "vermen", are insectile, four-armed humanoids who predate all of the continent's current dominant species.

Aeons ago, when the world was still a single continent, the blattonoid empire spanned across the entire land, and they enjoyed lives of opulent luxury thanks to their feats of pre-thaumaturgic wizardry, until property disputes spiraled into a mutually-destructive war that supposedly shattered the continent.

Hardy and resilient enough to outlast the fall of their entire civilization and raised on a cautionary tale, most modern roachfolk are humble survivors, and have taken to either living off the land or under the shadows of other sapient beings.

Blattonoid given names are usually in their native language, Blattonese, meant to be spoken by creatures with mandibles. In interactions with other species, even formal ones, blattonoids tend to use their streetnames instead. Given name examples include “Kck Chklk” or “Ksk Hsssp”

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Gangewifres, informally called “weavers” or “guyders”, are a carnivorous, non-humanoid people that look like spiders about the size of a large dog. AFAB gangewifres are significantly larger and heavier than AMAB individuals. They are able to speak, but have a lot of trouble handling objects made for hands -- their legs, ending in two-toed “paws”, are incapable of grasping, and while their pedipalps can function as graspers, they are too short to make effective use of humanoid’s tools.

Gangewifres were the products of a failed experiment intended to create supersoldiers, in the fashion of the more successful dreamers. Also like dreamers, they have long since escaped their original creators and become a self-sustaining species. Most of these first few generations of gangewifres took to the wildernesses to evade recapture, making their homes there in symbiosis with natural spiders. While many choose to maintain this lifestyle even in the modern era, a growing minority have taken to life in settlements and cities instead.

Like blattonoids, city-dwelling gangewifres are often met with revulsion from mammalian people, having to work unfairly hard to endear themselves to their arthropod-fearing peers, or else become outcasts and rebels -- a common origin for weaver adventurers.

One of Sognosanti's longest-standing urban legends holds that there was a single successful specimen from the project that spawned the gangewifres, stupendously agile and able to produce vast quantities of incredibly strong silk, still active as a vigilante to this day. Whether or not they personally believe in his existence, young weavers often amuse each other with tall tales of the Man-Spider.

With the vast importance gangewifres place on freedom, given their origins, they do not assign their children names at all. Gangewifres choose their own names as soon as they are old enough, and are almost guaranteed to change them several times throughout their life. This practice is similar enough to the system of street names that city-dwelling weavers have little distinction between their personal and street names.

#glitterverse #worldbuilding #mine

[wherestoriescomefrom]

Anyway I made a spotify playlist for Uprooted, for the harvest faire! It was really hard to find a balance between autumn emotions and light hearted music that talked about the death of the year and loss of childhood while also dealing with the themes of the forest and the wood and the battle. I’ve organised it according to the progression of the book as well as specific thematic build ups. There’s a symmetrical 50 songs! 

Thank you to the Uprooted discord, you’re the reason this was manageable!! 

Here’s a run down of why I picked the songs I picked: 

1. Olsen olsen just felt like such a nice song to set the mountainous mood, that I thought it was a perfect setting establishment. 

2. Song for Memory, Place We Were Made, Welcome Home Son, Tiger Striped Sky, Army, felt like songs that really fit with Agnieszka’s feelings for her village and hometown. Place We Were Made especially feels like an Agnieszka/Kasia song. 

3. Shine You No More is an instrumental which just gave me a harvest faire vibe and an Agnieszka’s village vibe. 

4. You’re My Best Friend, Travelling Song had such STRONG Agnieszka/Kasia vibes I just couldn’t help it. Travelling Song is in particular something for when they meet again post reaping, and they’re trying to save the village. 

5. Invisible String - I don’t know who it fits but it just fits Agnieszka. Her bone with Kasia, with Sarkan, her village. @destroyerofthefreemarket and I had such a good time discussing which of the folklore songs we should put. 

6. Hoax had an emotional core that reminded me and Carrey of Sarkan and Ludmilla a lot, and Hello My Old Heart just really feels like a Sarkan emotion while he trains Agnieszka and she’s out there destroying his library and he’s beginning to actually like this mess of a girl. 

7. Midnight is a Baba Jaga song through and through. I thought it’s a good creepy interlude for when Agnieszka discovers her notebook. 

8. I think Florence and the Machine’s whole discography is an Agnieszka mood but I picked Heartlines and What the Water Gave Me for her, for once she has learned her magic a little more, and especially for the time when she uses it to save Sarkan. 

9. Wax and Wane really feels like a Kasia song, especially after she isn’t really sure whom she should blame for the way things turned out for her, and it has some strong magical elements that made me think of her being taken by the walkers. 

11. Just like Florence and the Machine’s entire discography feels like an Agnieszka discography, Hozier’s entire discography really feels very Sarkan. I HAD to put Would That I, and Like Real People Do. 

12. This one will be a little harder for you guys, but Bollywood is filled with music for men who fall in love with amazing, fantastical women. I really REALLY love Maerie by Palash Sen, and god if Tu Kisi Rail Si isn’t a mood. I wanted to include a song about trains anyway because I love trains and I am Indian - plus this is one of the most famous ghazals by poet Dushyant Kumar. It also felt like a really good yearning song for when Agnieszka goes to the capital. Here is a link for the translation of the song, and here is one for the ghazal. I don’t have a decent translation of Maerie, but it is about a lover remembering a beloved who is half magic if not more. 

13. The Hanging Tree was for the haphazard horrible mission to save the queen. Call out post for prince Marek. 

14. King is obviously about Agnieszka and Kasia escaping the capital trying to save the heirs. I wish I had a song for Alosha. 

15. Dirty Paws, Fear, Sons and Daughters feels like a gathering forces for the battle. 

16. Wild Blue Yonder and The Horror and the Wild - you know how I said Florence and the Machine is for Agnieszka, Hozier is for Sarkan? The Amazing Devil is for them both. Wild Blue Yonder is specifically for that sex scene. 

17. Fear Not This Night and Fearless are more battle songs. And then all the songs betweenThe Mourning Tree and Devil’s Spoke are to set up some creepy tones for the forest. 

18. Songs between mad woman and My Love Took Me Down to the River to Silence Me are Wood Queen songs! 

19. Cradle Hill and Old Churchyard are songs about the Wood Queen’s sister and how she is urging the Wood Queen to forget bitterness. 

20. Lovesong of the Buzzard seemed a nice song to taper of the intense battle feelings and talk about how Sarkan saves Agnieszka from the heart tree. And then The Woods was a good parallel to the previous song about the Woods, which was creepier. This one has a pleasant ending! Sky Full of Song has such a strong emotion of Agnieszka being tired after coming out of the heart tree, and when she holds his hand?? That feeling! That’s the one I was going for!!

21. Garden Song is so lovely, and it really does have a post-battle energy of Agnieszka, so I put that there. 

22. We’re On Our Way has a nice Kasia feeling about it, where she’s figuring out what to do for herself and training with the prince and princess. 

23. this is me trying was said by Carrey to be something that had a strong Sarkan feeling, and I really felt it when he comes back to the valley after leaving her for so many months. It felt like a post-everything song

23. Riches and Wonders was something I wanted to put, because livy ( @athenasdragon ) likes Eliza Rickman and I love the autumn feeling about it. It seemed like the perfect Harvest song, about the community you guard and protect. 

If you guys want to include more songs, do let me know! I will happily do so. And thank you to @uprootedficathon for organising this year’s Harvest Faire! Do check everyone else’s entries on the blog! 

#uprooted harvest faire 2020 #harvest faire #uprooted ficathon #uprootedficathon #uprooted

[imgoldielikehawn]

Overdose

Pairing: Alexander Ludwig/ Bjorn X Reader 

Rating: 18 + Mature Content  ( Cheating, Smut) 

The walls of the set closet we’re close to begin with, the only reason you hadn’t been questioned about your whereabouts is because you were both still in costume and blended in perfectly. As far as they knew you two were practicing lines from your new scenes. Alexander was doing a number on you dressed as Bjorn. Your chest was heaving as he backed you deep into the corner leaving no escape route. He was a bear of a man even out of costume but more so now than ever as he towered over you.

“How do you want me to fuck you Y/N?” His voice was normal and had returned to a low growl.

 “What the fuck does that mean?” You hissed as your skirts were pushed up to your waist.The sting of his sharp SMACK to your bare thigh made you hiss.

 “Do you want to be fucked by Bjorn..” His voice took on the accent of the Northman. “Or Alexander?” The slight Canadian quip returned to his voice just as quickly. The almost insane way he seemed to changed accents with ease turned you on but you couldn’t deny how much Bjorn made you ache with need.

 “Bjorn please.” You whined. The cool air in the room hit you when Alexander turned you so your cheek was one against the wood paneling. His fingers we’re chilled as they ran between your slick folds. “If your boyfriend could see you like this Y/N, If he knew how much you cried for me when I touched your pussy… how wet you are. I bet he can’t do it like this.” He was fully immersed in the fantasy as Bjorn and his accent was making your skin crawl with desire as your core dripped from lust and desperation.

“No man fucks me like you my King. Not even my own.” Your voice was sickly sweet with need as the sub in you craved his praise and attention. You momentarily slipped out of character as you arched back into his hand. He was still teasing your folds with the tip of his cock when you caught his blue eyes. “ Your girlfriend wouldn't be so happy either.” The wicked grin on your lips made Alexander bite his lower lip and grunt in forbidden frustration. The Viking tattoos that covered his torso sent your mind reeling when he finally slid inside. The cock matched the title, that Iron dick rang true as it hit your cervix again and again.

 “My little slut. My one and only fucking whore.” His voice remained as he pulled you deeper into the illusion with him.

 So fucking delicious

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#bjorn ironside #alexander ludwig #x reader'smut #cheating #dom sub kink #slight #iamgoldie #cliff hanger #sorry lol

[booai]

Erratic (Felam ficlet)

It had been two weeks now.  They had reached Vivec city last night past midnight and passed out in the comfort of the moderately soft inn beds. Elam breathed in the salty breeze of the ocean before him. It was a brilliant and sultry morning of late summer. The faint smells from the fish market, the lively chatter of the town, it all made his head feel oddly light although his heart was torn asunder.

Fen had agreed to come with him. He had hesitated to ask, hesitated about many things. Oh, what a wonderful two weeks they had had indeed. Taking it all for granted is what he hesitated about.  

Elam had never planned to stay in Molag Mar that long.  His plans had been thrown out the window about day and a half after meeting the other dunmer. After collecting up his courage to knock on the door on the second night he got to know him. After a fortnight of deepening that knowledge in ways he had never quite explored or known possible before.  

And now he shuddered in self-doubt, leaning onto the railing of the canton, sun bright and askew above his head. What was he afraid of even? There was no promise, no expectation. He had simply suggested, and Fen had agreed.

To travel together. On his research journey.  A journey with no clear goal or destination in sight. That fact he had forgotten to mention to Fen. Not that he had even questioned it. Why hadn’t he questioned it?  

Elam sighed shakily, clenching his fists together before him on the railing. What if Fen thought he had only asked him to join him on the journey to Vivec? He cursed silently. Cursed his own awkwardness and ability to bungle up even the simplest things.  

He turned around, looking around for anything to distract him from his dreadful thoughts. Guards and canton tenants passed him, without even a glance. Acolytes paced back and forth around the Temple Compound, ever so diligent in their tasks. Even if his eyes would have found something, his mind and heart were completely occupied with something else.  

In his chest, there was a burn that made him anxious and fidgety. He had felt it for while now. Usually he could sit down and focus on a book for hours uninterrupted. Delving deep into the teachings in the texts made him feel pure and uncontained joy – but this thing, whatever it was, made it impossible for him to concentrate. Or to have clear thoughts.  

He breathed in and swallowed another curse. It was fine. All he had to do was ask Fen again, confirm that they had indeed had the same thought. It would be all solved with a simple conversation. Why he dreaded it so?  

This is what he hated – feeling entirely frustrated and foolish at the same time. There was absolutely no reason he should be this worked up about the situation. Elam straightened himself up and started stepping down the walkway.  There was no way around it, the problem, only the way straight at it.  

With determination he made his feet move toward the crafters market. Fen had left the room early, mentioning some business he had to take care of there. They had promised to meet around. The thoughts took over Elam again. Maybe he had indeed only agreed to come to Vivec under the guise of that business, whatever it was.  

There was a lump in his throat and the hectic rhythm of his heart matched his rigid steps.  A wave of gloominess washed over him suddenly. It made him slow down his walk. Was he prepared to hear an answer he didn’t wish to hear? He pursed his lips.  

Having reached his destination, Elam glanced around the market in search of a white head of hair.  They should have agreed on a time, the market was as busy as any trading center on a weekday morning.  Just as it was starting to feel like an impossible task, he spotted Fen. He was deep in barter with a grocer, only a few stalls away from Elam.  

He looked at Fen. His long locks of hair, his tall frame and proud, unsullied face. He thought of his gentle hands and playful mouth, his strong arms and warm chest. He thought of those countless silly things he had whispered into his ear at wee hours. How secure and good it had felt to tangle his fingers into his own for the night. He looked at him and his heart ached.

And then he thought – how could he possibly let go of something that had consumed him this completely?  

He wasn’t prepared, and he wouldn’t let it happen. Almost shaking, Elam stepped into his line of sight.  

Looking up exactly at the right time, Fen saw him and smiled. He finished the trade with the merchant and wobbled toward Elam with his arms full of things.  

“There you are. Didn’t run away yet, I see.” he said while walking up to Elam, who suddenly felt frozen in the spot. He tried to smile up to Fen, as naturally as possible.  “I went to find Maeri in the Refugee, but she wasn’t there.” the white-haired mer explained, still fumbling with the pile of apples he had just bought.  

“Said she’s been gone for days. So I had to leave a letter, and it took me a while to come up with enough insults to fill the paper.” Fen guffawed and kneeled down and resumed to stuff all of his purchases into one bag. It all fit, expect for one apple that he flipped in the air, caught and bit down on ravenously.

“Maeri?” Elam asked faintly, squeezing his hands together hard behind his back. Keeping his eye on the apple rather than the other mer.  

“Yesh.” Fen said, mouth full, in between bites. “Y’know. The one who owns the... shack. In Molag Mar.” he frowned for a second. “Now that I think about it, I don’t actually know if she owns it or anythin’.”

People passed by them, left and right, but Elam felt isolated and suffocated at the same time. He breathed out shakily, anxious to blurt the question out. The other mer was too occupied on his own to notice his nervousness.  

“So... she wants it back, or?” he asked, not really concerned with the shack at all.  

Fen looked up to him, biting the apple. “Well, I hope not, after what we did with the place.” he chortled with amusement.  Elam let out a feeble laugh. Fen stood up, flinging the bag over his shoulder, adjusting to its weight, but then let it fall to the ground again. He was watching Elam now, observantly.

“No, but I told her that it will be vacant again from now on. Seemed like the polite thing to do.” he shrugged, tossed the gnawed apple core over his shoulder and looked the shorter mer straight into his eyes.  

Elam’s heart thudded empty in his chest for a few beats. Then he inhaled-

“Y-you did? I mean- You want-” he jolted forward, in haze of over-exhilaration, grabbing the front of Fen’s vest in his fists. He let go a second later, and leaned away. Blushing, fumbling. “I m-mean...”  

“Want to what? Join you on your trip?” Fen filled in, lifting his brow amusedly. “I said yes, didn’t I? Isn’t it why we’re here together?”

“Yes. Yes, quite... right.” Elam fidgeted some more. “I just... wasn’t sure. Sure you had thought what I had thought, about journeying around and...”  

Fen cupped his face patiently. Elam felt his face was red hot under his cooler palms. The gesture should have calmed him, since he could no longer fidget in the spot, but instead it made his heart race even faster.  

“You have too many thoughts.” Fen said, now quite close to his face. “I’ve had some good times with you. I’m not about to let them end anytime soon.” he smiled and placed a soft, slow kiss on Elam’s lips. Elam instinctively brought his hands up to the ones holding his face. He was about to explode in the sweetness of it all.  

Fen leaned back, let go and slid his arms to pull Elam snug against his chest. Elam sighed in defeat and wrapped his own arms around Fen, only a little cautiously. He then proceeded to exhale exaggeratedly.  

Extensive blush was still covering his face. He was embarrassed and relieved. There, in the middle of a crowded marketplace, in the embrace of Fen, he felt so stupidly lucky to have it all. To have it all ahead of him and them. He wanted desperately to learn how the other mer felt, too.

“You have dumb thoughts! You are having them right now. I will squeeze until they pop out of your brain.” Fen squeezed Elam playfully until he complained. Then they detached and smiled at each other.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’m a fool. No more over-thinking. I’m just going to... let it be. ”

“You are forgiven, for being an adorable fool.” Fen smirked.

“But seriously,” he continued “let’s get going soon. I hate this place, I feel like the two-colored baldy is stalking my every move. ” 

Elam shook his head and chuckled, ignoring his casual blasphemy. “I need to see if I can find some books I need in the library.” He looked back at the cantons. Their stone shined like dull bronze in the direct sunlight.

“Remember, we can’t eat books. I bought some supplies and food for the road.” Fen squatted down and patted the grocery bag on the ground. “Some drinks too, of course.”

“Good... then I’ll go now, to the library. Meet you at the inn?”

“I’ll meet you alright.”  

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@siiliprinssi ‘s Elam & my sweetie Fen being dumb...... there might be many more parts... or then not :^)

#felam #fenny #elam sarano #oc #tes #eso #elder scrolls online #c: fenarel #c: elam sarano

[dg-seonho-blog]

don't look back in anger

@dg-sarang​!!

Para Seonho, o mundo monocromático era o que conhecia. Felizmente, sua deficiência ainda o permitia enxergar as variações de tons da palheta cinza de sua visão, embora fosse limitado; nada nunca fora reconhecido por ele como uma ausência de cor à sua percepção. Seonho acreditava enxergar cores, mesmo que não fosse as mesmas que as dos outros e ouvisse constantemente como isso era impressionante e triste, ele ainda sentia que nada lhe faltava. A única e verdadeira ausência de significado para a sua vida, no entanto, foi a perda de sua mãe. Cores nunca fizeram diferença alguma, mas quando perdeu a sua luz; quem o explicava com atenção o que não entendia ou o abraçava calorosamente, puxando-o para os seus braços de modo que se sentia seguro, mostrando-o o verdadeiro significado e a magia das pequenas belezas, ele se sentiu finalmente no preto e branco. Contudo, dessa vez, sem as variações de cores e emoções. Ele não se sentiria nunca mais daquela forma. 

Era aniversário de dez anos do falecimento de Maeri. E a tristeza o preenchia, não do modo como fazia em sua juventude, violenta e dolorosa, mas de uma forma mais fixa e desesperançosa. E a ausência constante era incluída, sendo dias como aqueles, uma lembrança datada da falta que a mãe o fazia. Os dias passariam novamente e, mais um ano, ninguém novo conheceria a mulher maravilhosa que o criou. E essa falta jamais seria suprida.

Não precisavam necessariamente marcar horários específicos para encontrar Sarang naquele dia, porém como ela estaria no teatro, Seonho decidiu fazer todo o trajeto ao seu encontro para levá-la consigo até o cemitério. Entrou no local após estacionar seu veículo e cumprimentou todos os funcionários e conhecidos que estavam por ali, sendo imediatamente reconhecido como irmão dela no teatro que a menina fazia parte. Entrou no auditório e ficou parado ao lado da porta que, após a sua entrada, fora fechada. Não procurou uma cadeira já que era o final do espetáculo, por isso encostou-se na parede. Olhando orgulhosamente para Sarang no palco, ele assistia e ouvia com atenção as notas delicadas e precisas de sua irmã, esperando-a enquanto a ouvia finalizar a peça. 

#a saga choi de angst porra #- ̗̀ m!a — i have become comfortably numb. #- ̗̀ it’s a wild world — textos. #w. sarang ╯

[the-last-magpie]

“Lincopia, you’ve got mail” A Ghost Fanfiction

So: this is a very light kind of fanfiction. It is based on the daily life of the members of the church (ghouls, sisters, brothers, papas, clergy), and it is set at the beginning of era III (yeah I know, sounds nostalgic but I had a lot of this stuff on my mind for months). This is meant to be humorous (with some romance in the future).

Why “You’ve got mail”?��

Because this is a fic about the members of the church talking to each other about their sheningans and daily life through messages, WhatsApp or something. There are also some pieces of actual writing here and there, but I have to add, English is not my mothertongue, so I apologize for any mistake, of any kind. I hope to entertain you.

First Chapter.

Enjoy!

-          11.02 am

It wasn't his fault, and that was a concept well punctuated by the calmness of his stride, even if a little stompier than the usual, because, well, being in his actual position made him nervous after all. He already knew it: there was no one left in the chapel. He was late for sure, and the ceremony had gone without him, he, practically an ambassador for their image, and the new pope was around, and Sister Imperator too, probably left scolding at the air since, again, he had not been there.

Special sighed. There he was, hand on the big handle, heavy door ajar.

Just silence and emptiness.

"Uhh... This sucks".

  -          1.17 pm

Message from Mist:

Special. Ceremony was great. You'd have loved that. The guy talks more than you do. You'll get along well. He won't skin you alive, don't worry. Probably just make you feel like he could though.

Message from Cat boy:

Very funny. I wasn't fooling around, I had stuff to do, a flight to take. The new Papa was informed. I'll go knock on his door later. But anyways, what did you mean by that? The skinned alive bit?

Message from Mist:

It's okay. He is ok. Well, I mean. He's not his brother.

Message from Cat boy:

Enlightening. Look, can we talk on WhatsApp? Who uses messages nowadays? Just install it. It's useful.

Message from Mist:

We have very different jobs kitty. I don't need WhatsApp. Also weren't you going to knock on a door? What, you need a push?

Message from Cat boy

Thank you very much Mist. On my way.

PS: DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

Message from Mist:

Love you. ♥

PS: bring the lube.

Message from Cat boy:

...what?

  -          5.38 pm

When Special walked out the office, he stood still two steps away from the closed door, very quiet, very collected. Looking into space. He looked down at his hands, now full. There were his new robes. Very much practical indeed, and he had already seen them some weeks ago when he himself helped the sewing department, launching some ideas. The mask, that was Omega’s idea.

He looked away, sensing the calmness of the twilight, when people retired from the greenhouses and the fields, the various offices, the library, and showering or maybe simply taking a rest before dinner. He listened to that, the silence, recalling the previous minutes. The man was… he had no idea. Mist had been right. He was not his brother. He seemed cheerful, not so talkative as stated, very stern sometimes, but always with a light, imperceptible smirk at the corner of his lips. He had tried to make him uncomfortable, Special was sure of that. Didn’t even mentioned the fact that he had missed the ceremony for his election. The pope had stared at him, looking him in the eye, with that mix of unknown intentions behind his mismatched ones, and then went straight to business.

So he sighed. Alpha would keep doing interviews, of course. Maybe one, or two every century, by the sound of it. Omega was in charge of a lot of things, and always moving around departments because he was that charismatic. So sure, he would help Special.

But Special was now officially in charge of everything connected to the public. He would be the first in line at concerts, at promotional events, radio interviews, normal interviews, every interview. He would talk to companies, bands touring with them, some lesser members of the clergy (because the big pieces were for Papa, of course) and simply do everything that connected with the core of their engine. He started counting the number of plane he’d have to meet closely from that moment on.

He started walking towards the dormitory, very determined to just fall face deep in the mattress and woke up the next century.

  -          7.22 pm

WhatsApp Chat Group: Feel Ya Sista

Lumia: Guuuuurls

Maery: what?

Lumia: Are you done with the dinner? WE HUNGRY HERE, you know.

Ambrosia: oi, let us work. you’re not the only ones that do things in here, YOU KNOW.

Lumia: I plow the soil from which your damn food comes from. Chop chop.

Mitra: SHUT UP LUIAMN

Lumia: ??

Ambrosia: do you grow cheese from that soil? ham? entire cows? last time I checked, those grew from the truck of the dairy we actually buy from.

Valeriana: Also, let us work. Cirice told us Papa himself is going to dine with us in the hall tonight. We are pretty under the gun rn.

Lumia: NO WAY.

Maery: eh

Lumia: Wtf is the world going to end, this is a first

Era: my life is going to end.

Lumia: You alright?

Era: No. This morning I noticed a mistake I made on Papa’s alb. Every time he flapped that sleeve a year of life left me. The moment he’s gonna notice he gonna suck my very soul out of me.

Mitra: overreacting

Lumia: What mistake? I saw none

Era: I sewed too tight in a place.

Maery: c’mon

Era: AND THE MITRE TOO. The patch is too much on the right. HE GONNA KILL ME.

Mitra: OVERREACTING

Ambrosia: he’s nice, stop worrying

Era: HE HAS THE SAME BLOOD OF THAT MUSSOLINI IN HIM. HE’S A TICKING BOMB, I TELL YOU.

Valeriana: Girl, you talked to him for 30 seconds.

Era: Is there some wine left yes? Because I need it.

Maery: yeah

Ambrosia: i’m turning off my phone. work. see you all at 8.

Era: Don’t leave me…

Lumia: I’m still here

Lumia: Nope, nevermind, I actually have to go to the toilette

Era: Can’t you bring your phone in there?

Lumia: I use it for music

Maery: era stop, or i’ll send scary omega to your chamber

Era: …that isn’t exactly a threat. I fyou know what I mean…

Valeriana: Lmao.

Rita: uuhhhmmm

Rita: girls

Maery: yeah?

Rita: talking about subtext…

Maery: yeah?

Rita: …is it okay if I say I wanna bang him?

Valeriana: Bang WHO.

Lumia: Omega?

Rita: nope

Ambrosia: RITA NO

Lumia: Werent’ you turning off your phone?

Ambrosia: RITA NO

Ambrosia: NO

Ambrosia: wait AT LEAST a week. Ffs.

Maery: also ew

Rita: ok.

Maery: imam send you scary imperator to your chamber

Era: THAT INDEED IS A THREAT.

Ambrosia: ENDING ALL TRANSMISSIONS, NOW. SEE YOU AT 8. BEHAVE, OK? Y’ALL HEATHENS.

Maery: yes ma’am

Lumia: Toilette

Era: dying

Rita: ok.

Rita: …

Rita: …a week is a lot

Ambrosia: RITA NO

   -          8.29 pm

Alpha: Dude, where are you?

-          8.37 pm

Alpha: Seriously.

-          8.43 pm

Alpha: OMEGA the new Papa is here with us. Where the fuck are you?

   -          0.31 am

Omega: Bro, I was busy. I am always busy. What’s the matter. Special missed his ceremony, I missed dinner, so the real loss here is that I’m hungry as fuck.

Alpha: What was so important?

Omega: Fucking haunted trees? You know, those who started slapping people with their branches last week? One of them lifted a root and was trying to actually take a step.

Alpha: Are you high?

Omega: I wish I was.

Alpha: SERIOUSLY.

Omega: Look, this place is a mess. We are not just some campy satanists, we attract some attentions.

Alpha: So what, local flora is pissed off because we worship the big bad guy?

Omega: Most likely someone enchanted things. But it’s okay now. I had to work with that nerd of Brother Euthanasia, just because Imperator couldn’t make a bad impression on our CEO.

Alpha: That would explain why she was so edgy all dinner.

Omega: And when exactly she is not.

Alpha: Whatever.

Omega: Besides, was he pissed?

Alpha: He didn’t even notice.

Omega: So what.

Alpha: MAYBE he just looked not pissed.

Omega: Tomorrow I’m gonna buy him flowers and take a knee okay? Or maybe next time I’ll invite fucking trees at our table so we can go all Isengard with that.

Alpha: Dude, chill. Or eat. You’re not yourself when you’re hungry.

Omega: FUNNY.

Alpha: Yeah. Take a rest, you big idiot. Tomorrow we have to do things.

Omega: And don’t I know that.

Alpha: Take a rest. Love you.

Omega: …gay.

Omega: …Love you too.

(All original characters belong to the band Ghost.

OCs are mine.

Feedback and critics [corrections too if needed] are always appreciated!)

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #nameless ghouls #fanfiction #sisters of sin #brothers of sin #clergy #ocs #humor #probably some romance in the future #and maybe some actual plot #but very light for now #but the format will be the same #papa emeritus i #and maybe some papa zero

[dontcaregrl]

i cant hang out with my beloved’s asshole partner any longer, i get paranoid that they secretly know im a system and make fun of systems on purpose around me

#journal entry #online diary #online journal #online journals #maeri core #i wonder…i only told 1 friend in that group and they dont seem to like anyone else #so why would they¿

[dontcaregrl]

oh yeah baby we’re going with the worse route

#dallas core #maeri core #eris core