#<- the songs being hypnosis rain and like that

[unholyxvoid]

iv moodboard <3

[ vessel × ii × iii × iv ]

[transmechanicus]

If one hypothetically wanted to get into sleep token which album would you recommend first??

Depends on what you’re looking for. Gut instinct says Take Me Back To Eden, but here’s a proper breakdown so you don’t gotta just take my word. They’ve got three albums, in chronological order being Sundowning, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, and Take Me Back To Eden. (color coordination for ease of reference if i use acronyms n stuff) There’s a couple other EPs and pre-album singles but they predate the full band and are not everyone’s cup of tea.

Sundowning is imo the most emotionally raw album, The Offering and Sugar are very hungry and erotic songs, Gods is arguably the angriest and most metal song in the entire discography, and Bloodsport is heartbreakingly sad and melodic.

TPWBYT is a more consistent and thematic album about depression, recovery, and manipulative relationships themed around water, sea creatures, and the concept of drowning in parallel to falling in love with someone dangerous. Alkaline is an absolutely gorgeous song, and the first of Sleep Token’s tracks i ever heard. Atlantic is very melodic and melancholy, but hauntingly alien at the end. Hypnosis, Mine, and Like That are all very enticing and erotic tracks that i adore.

TMBTE is the most recent, well developed, and varied album about missing old pains and moving on from them, and is front to back nothing but bangers. The first one i heard was Rain, which is very healing and is about finding a good relationship after a long time of mistreatment. Vore is the most angry and carnal metal track in the album and Take Me Back To Eden (the song) is incredibly rich in depth of soundscape and gives me chills every time. I also love The Apparition, Chokehold, and Ascencionism bc they got me through the pain of being left behind by an old partner. *Euclid at the end of TMBTE is a paired song with The Night Does Not Belong To God from Sundowning, so if you’re starting with one of those two albums, end with the opposite with TPWBYT in the middle is my recommendation to maximize emotional resonance and impact. For example, i had listened to all of TPWBYT, then all of Take Me Back To Eden, then Sundowning in my own exploration. Hope this helps, lmk if you’ve got questions or updates on your experience, have fun!! :D

[emeritus-fuckers]

emeritus-fuckers masterlist (humans)

Multicharacter (more than 3 characters)

"Papas" post all include Papa I, II, III, IV as well as young and old Nihil unless otherise specified.

Papas comforting you after a heartbreak during your birthday party headcanonsil)

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Papas reacting to their s/o messing up an Italian pet name

Papas comforting their depressed s/o (headcanons + drabble)

Rainy days in bed with the Papas (headcanons)

Papas dealing with their s/o's baby fever (headcanons)

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Papa's reacting to their s/o singing another Papa's song (headcanons, young Nihil excluded)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Papas comforting a dysphoric trans-masc reader (headcanons)

Papas and their weddings (headcanons)

Yandere Papas (+ Sister Imperator) with a yandere darling

Yandere Papas with an angel darling

Yandere vampire Papas (old and young Nihil merged into one)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples (headcanons)

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Yandere Papas with a darling who's already in a relationship (headcanons)

A kink for every Papa

Papas and safewords

Papas with a drag performer s/o

Papas with an afab s/o who gets horny during ovulation (headcanons)

Papas self-harm comfort (headcanons)

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Papas with a darling who has extreme health anxiety

Papas self-harm comfort mini drabbles

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father (link to be added)

Papas with an s/o who walks with a cane due to a bum ankle (link to be added)

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating (link to be added)

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o (link to be added)

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily (Link to be added)

Character exclusive content

Primo

„Butterflies” ♡ Primo x reader oneshot (fluff)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Primo's love for gardening (headcanon)

Younger Primo headcanons

Cardinal Primo and an ex-catholic s/o (headcanons)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (for link see Primo's master list)

Kissing Primo's tummy after a ritual (fluff drabble) (for link see Primo's master list)

Secondo

“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

„Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader oneshot (smut)

Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Secondo's hair (headcanon)

Secondo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Soft Secondo headcanons

Yandere Secondo headcanons

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o (headcanons)

Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves (headcanons)

Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Secondo taking his darling's virginity (headcanons)

Fluffy Secondo headcanons

House husband Secondo concept

Secondo's piercings (headcanons, includes a picture of male genitalia)

Secondo SA comfort drabble (TW: mentions of sexual assault.) (link to be added)

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut TW:Dub-con) (link to be added)

Terzo

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere)

“Cirice” ♡ Terzo x afab!Reader oneshot (yandere)

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o (headcanons)

Terzo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

Yandere Terzo taking his s/o's virginity (headcanons)

What would slow dancing with Terzo feel like?

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

Terzo with a cardiophile s/o (headcanons)

(Slight)DDLG Yandere Terzo headcanons

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Terzo as a dad headcanons

Copia

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons (link to be added)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (link to be added)

Nihil

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

Old Papa Nihil birthday fluff (headcanons + oneshot)

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o (oneshot)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Fatherhood (headcanon, angst)

A short compilation of Nihil misinterpreting stuff (includes both old and young)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both old and young)

Papa Nihil's reaction to his s/o's depressive episode (includes old and young)

Old Nihil headcanons (Link to be added)

A drabble of Young Nihil fucking up again… (Link to be added)

Sister Imperator

Sister Imperator NSFW headcanons (applying to both young and old)

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons (includes both young and old)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Sister Imperator general headcanons

Father Jim Defroque

Father Jim DeFroque NSFW headcanons

Headcanons about Father Jim DeFroque (SFW and NSFW mixed)

More Father Jim Defroque headcanons (link to be added)

Yandere Father Jim Defroque headcanons

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

Father DeFroque's pet lashing out because of drug addiction

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque with a darling from the Ministry

Getting fucked in church by Father Jim Defroque (drabble?)

Father Jim Defroque's kinks (link to be added)

Other headcanons (mostly world-building)

When were the Papas + Sister Imperator born? (theory/headcanons)

The "Would that make Primo sad?" rule

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

Creepy Twins headcanons

Protecting children (headcanon)

Two Ministries (headcanon)

Nihil's sons and their reaction to his health problems

The Ghenis™

How does the Ministry function? Headcanon (link to be added)

[wanderingmind867]

Joker almost always fails to scare me. I'm someone who openly laughs with Joker when I hear him laughing on screen. Laughter is like Tears for me: both are infectious. But while makes me sad, one can sometimes be super cathartic. And as someone who pretty much only tolerates one genre (that being comedy) in their tv and movies, Joker is like an embodiment of pure charm and joy. I'm not gonna lie, it is tremendously cathartic to laugh maniacally. Sometimes i do it when i feel at my lowest. Because i can't help myself. And so Joker isn't someone I hate. He's one of my favourite supervillians.

No, if anything it's Poison Ivy and Scarecrow who place near the bottom (in regards to Batman villians). Seduction and Fear. The exact opposite of emotions I enjoy or relate to. I don't like the hypnosis pheromones, and I don't like the fear toxin. But laughing? Yeah, I can work with that. In the words of a song from Singing in the Rain (a movie i've never seen, but always want to see): "Make 'em Laugh, make 'em Laugh, don't you know everyone wants to laugh?" Truer words have never been spoken.

PS: The actor who sang that song (Donald O'Connor)…I'm starting to think he could possibly be a good fancasting for the 60s Batman version of the Music Meister. I sort of feel like Donald O'Connor could make it work, and I can't really unsee it now. So like… that's just another interesting note to add here.

[siremasterlawrence]

Double Edged Words

Based on a true story from Thanksgiving

I am sitting in for Thanksgiving night dinner at exactly at eight a loud ping comes in when I receive a text from a former friend of mine who recently apologized to me for some actions and I reluctantly forgave him the biggest mistake of my lives since that whole family is full of assholes

He jokes to me I am like a dry turkey then he goes on bashing me with way too many more food scenarios as a joke so I am really not in the mood the next day to deal with him or anybody on my first red carpet event let alone his parents.

His father who I see is completely dressed to the nines for the first time he usually is a mess walking the red carpet with his hand waving at me as I roll my eyes and offer my hand to shake but instead I wake up from my day dream.

I sigh a bit later in the bathroom after the ending of the premiere he blocks me in the bathroom placing his hand on my shoulder as I realize it is him then think for a second I have my chance.

He wants to take a selfie with me but I get a bit giddy letting him set up the flash I say to him I’ll do it but the light start to flicker and I am annoyed but move on asking him if he could see into the frame.

He stares deep into the light as the lights of flash blind him on and off leaving me with perfect excuse to put him under by using the camera to take a picture of him I begin to play with his mind.

He freezes on command at a stance unable to move except to blink allowing me some time to formulate a plan so wicked I might lose myself in it but I carefully concoct until the minute his eyes pop open.

He comes to life stretching his hands in the air, yawning so loud it would scare the ghost of the hand any and never noticing me I do stop and play with his hair but he does not even react.

“You can’t seem me, you hear my voice the voice of reason.”

“You did not treat your son’s friend Lawrence right you have to pay the piper.”

“No need to speak, their is only one think you can do.”

“You need to pay for your issues”

“You can start by being his slave “

“Kneel at his feet and kiss it”

“Know you are his property”

“Love him, love for him “

“Obey all his commands”

“Boom”

“Huh! Hey! What happened?”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”

His eldest son Robbie is in hell seeing his old man doing something so out of character as he stands on stage looking like a damn ass fool and doing as his ex pal say like in a Hypnosis show.

Unfortunately for him the music starts to hit playing a beat he cannot stop it raises into the threshold of the roof he starts to do a very stupid dance consuming him loosing it in into a stream of insanity.

“Join us Robbie follow everything your father does.”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”“Hope Everyone! Pay Attention Please” I say to the crowd.

“Meet my pal Jon! He is a asshole”

“Yes! I am the worst type”

“Hahahaha” the crowd erupts

“A real monkey! This one”

“Enter the audience while I sing”

“To all you fuckers who I hate “

“Let me play you a song “

“Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyeeeaaaahhh”

“I bet you think you won, like a dagger plunge into my soul”

“Killing me on site…lalalala “

“No such luck and I am here to fight “

“Break a few bones, a good whip and we still won’t be right as rain”

“I can see you dancing now”

“Addicted to my every word “

“Clap your hands and give me some to “

“Strip your close “

“Nanana”

Colton is the younger one grinding his ass on the floor as my debut single for the movie is burrowing deep into their brains nothing can stop it now as I am subliminally in his head reprogramming him in everything way and manner possible.

“Colton you look good in pink”

“Take it off “

“Dance your ass off”

“Showcase your body”

“Woo so smooth”

“You want to do it “

“My body is your play ground “

“You cannot deny me”

“You see it the flash “

“Blinding lights “

“The world spins”

“You have fallen “

“Just like the sound of my voice “

“Your heart beats”

“We join as one “

“Pumping in sync”

“You have fallen for me”

“You are mad and crazy “

“Give in for me”

“Leap off the ground“

“Sweet dear my bliss”

The end

[foxgloveinspace]

What each sleep token song is about ‘according’ to my new theory:

(Under a readmore cause there’s a lot of songs you know)

Everything has an overarching Theme of Worship, and most songs in the Isolation and Insomnia category can be swapped (because the two go hand in hand to me: being alone at night when it’s dark and the rest of the world is sleeping away from you. Being alone in a dark room with only your phone light as company. Insomnia is lonely) but I separated them based on how I view them, and some songs are Just About Worship, so that’s why there’s so few in that category:

Songs About Sex:

• Thread the Needle • Jaws • The Offering • Sugar • Mine • Alkaline • Give • The Summoning • Telomeres • Aqua Regia • Rain •

Songs about Isolation:

• Levitate • Fields Of Elation • The Way That You Where • Shelter • Gods • Like That • High Water • Missing Limbs • Is It Really You? • Say That You Will • Blood Sport • Higher • Descending • DYWTYLM • Are You Really Ok? •

Songs about Insomnia:

• The Night Does Not Belong To God • Dark Signs • Drag Me Under • Atlantic • Distraction • Fall For Me • Chokehold • Granite • Vore • Ascentionism •

Songs about Worship:

• Hypnosis • When The Bough Breaks • Take Aim • The Love That You Want •

Overlapping Themes:

Sex, Worship and Isolation (really putting in the work Two):

• Calcutta • Nazareth • Jericho •

Sex and Insomnia:

• The Apparition •

[corviisquire]

Thinking abt my creature guy! I’m just gonna talk about my creature knight guy below cause why not? (Edit: old design lmao scaryyy)

Originally the first drawing of this guy was going to be a drawing of my persona. It ended up turning into a fun drawing of a creature that vaguely resembled my sona character. At this point, it’s its own character now. I love fantasy medieval dark themes like blood borne, Elden ring, elderitch creatures, knights, and similar media so… that’s where I got the inspiration. I’ll probably call this creature Hollo, Wolfram, Ranne  or smth similar. Lore wise, they probably made a blunder or were being very mischievous and is forced to guard a temple or sacred place for a thousand years becuase they offended other divine deities and gods. 

Songs that really embody the eldritch power of my creature guy: 

Aqua Regia - Sleep Token

Vore  - Sleep Token

The Apparition - Sleep Token

Rain  - Sleep Token

Take Me Back To Eden  - Sleep Token

Hypnosis  - Sleep Token

Like That  - Sleepp Token

The Night Does Not Belong To God - Sleep Toke

Gods - Slep Tonka

The Offering  - Slepe Tonek

Drag Me Under - Sleep Token

In Cold Blood - alt-J

Hunting For Witches - Bloc Party

Empty Nest - Silversun Pickups

My Own Summer - Deftones

Mascara - Deftones

Crusher - Kylesa

Watery Graves - PvZ Soundtrack

Paraphernalia - Temples

Pap Smear - Crystal Castles

Empathy - Crystal Castles

Kerosene - Crystal Castles

BUT if my creature being silly:

Himawari Party - Laura Shigihara

It’s Pizza Time! - Mr. Sauceman

ST-Style ft Zabutom - Dubmood

[navire190413]

im saving money, so ive been bringing my lunch to work everyday. the restaurants in shibuya all have cheap 定食 options for around ¥1000, but eating out everyday adds up to ¥20,000 a month. why would i do that when i can just make a sandwich for like ¥200 yen a day. not to mention it has lower calories.

its been storming like crazy in tokyo lately, to the point ive been getting cancelled on by friends consistently because they just dont want to go outside in it. i really wanted to eat something nice and hot and cozy because of the rain, so i came to one of my favourite restaurants today. its korean food, but its ran by indian guys. i dont really know authentic korean food. even with japan being so close to korea, when i eat with my korean friends they always tells me the food is good but not 100% accurate. so this korean food made by indians is probably not authentic at all, but damn its so good 😂 indian culture understands spice and japanese culture DOES NOT, so japanese korean food really lowers the spice level. this place is actually kind of spicy which i appreciate. i am so spice deprived in japan.

it was girls’ night at my favourite bar last night. aka the night the two women bartenders work, so i popped over before going home. told myself i’d only spend ¥3000 and i stuck to it! i was keeping track of my tab on my calculator app, and decided to pay when i hit ¥3000, but when i looked at the receipt, it was only ¥2000 😂 i guess my friend knocked a drink and a shot off of my tab. so i decided to keep drinking until i hit ¥3000, but after saying that, people started buying my drinks so itd take longer for me to hit ¥3000😂

they also played a bunch of hypnosis mic songs for me when one of the bartenders realized i love it. it was fun. i love that place. i wish i could afford to still go everyday.

but i definitely felt it this morning.

i keep falling asleep around 2am. im still not used to working fulltime again, so it feels like theres not enough time in the day and i just stay up later and later.

[a-s-levynn]

HAI!!! :3 I have some pals that are into Sleep Token 'n I am interested!! What songs do you suggest from them?/what are your fav Sleep Token songs?

I'm so sorry if you sent this some time ago, using tumblr on three devices eats my inbox notifications at times and i just found yours and an other ask i haven't seen since monday😫

Also sorry it got long but i'd figure it would be fun to explain why i'd go at it this way.

The short answer: basically anywhere but pay attention to the lyrics because that is what sucks you in even more.

But to properly answer your question.. every single person you'd ask would give you a slightly different list for sure based on various reasons. I'm gonna break down why i'd do it like this. Also what i'd suggest to start with and what are my faves vary a bit. And also what i'd recommend based on someone's taste in music can alter what i'd show first to them but.. in general i'd go something like this (true and tested method [lies only tried once but it worked surprisingly well]).

I'd definitely start with the easily digestable tracks soundwise. The more groovy and vibey stuff that can be enjoyable without paying too much attention to the lyrics. It adds to it of course but nit neccessary.

Aqua Regia, Alkaline, Granite, Rain, Hypnosis, The Apparition and The Offering

At the end of Hypnosis there are a bit of harsher vocals which is a nice teeny tiny introduction to that sides of theirs, but not too much. And The Offering is a great one to show off both the softer vocals but disgustingly catchy instrumentals, also that is probably one of their most iconic songs.

Most people are turned away because of the style of singing Vessel does most of the time, with all the bends and runs and high notes. Also the constrictions, bordering on whines sometimes and also heavily breathy vocals. Occasional crying. There is a lot of emotions on display, of which if you vibe with can hit pretty hard. It's neither genre typical nor used as a usually commercialized singing technique in general. I'm not saying it's oooh so unique, others do it as well, but it's definitely not the type you hear from every other song on the radio. The other part can be the unusual arrengments in songs and the collecting genres like pokemons. So these up here are more on the easier side with that.

I'd probably add in Euclid as well to these just to showcase the more pop influenced side but still having proper guitars in it and stuff. Also that track is great to show how dynamic their music can be without any screamy jumpscare.

Than i'd say look at the slower sad stuff because it's trademark for them, also still on the commonly enjoyable side in regards of sound. And this would be the point i'd say start to pay attention to the lyrics properly because that is half the appeal of Sleep Token.

Blood Sport (from the room below), Missing Limbs and Atlantic are great examples.

And after those i'd go with some of the heavy hitters (also the ones with a bit more harsh vocals) like The Summoning, Ascensionism, Take Me Back To Eden and Vore.

And then if you are still interested at this point i'd recommend just putting on the entire This Place Will Become Your Tomb album. There are basically next to none harsh vocal surprises but there are heavier instrumentals at certain points. And it is such a contained experience, regardless of it being a middle part of a trilogy.

If you get through the album and still feel like you want more, than it really is just up to you which tracks do you want to dip your toes in next, because you seen most of what they can offer but still going to ran into new and fresh stuff. Their discography is a bag of nicknacks and all of them are preciois for different resons. TMBTE (their last album) is a higher quality production and caters more to the general audiences soundwise, i think. Sundowning (first album) is more raw but no less enjoyable. Also the certified 'sexy song' (Sugar) is on that one. The EPs and covers, i'd recommend last probably, not because they are not good, on the contrary but they are a bit more niche, bit more restrained in soundscape and a bit more soulful but they are heavy hitters emotionally for sure.

One might argue i left out the singles and the first album but here is the thing. The production quality goues up significantly on each album. For a listener who doesn't come for the lyrics first but the sound, Dark signs and Jaws or Jerico may be less captivating than let's say Granite, for a first time listener. Of course it is highly dependent on the given person but i'm talking in general.

And to answer a 'what are my favourites' part of the question, my all time favourite track of theirs is Higher by all means. The rest is in an ebb and flow depending on my mood but The Offering, Descending, Like That and Gods are always up there for me.

Have a wonderful day every day!

🫶🏻

[nnothingnesss]

A Black Waltz (Short Story)

The Hero and Villain must face the consequences of their roles. They come to an impasse when they both decide they don’t want to kill each other.

"So why?" Hero asked as they began to move in tandem.

Crashing of golden cymbals echo in the dim-lit room, slipping into the ears of dancers. They dance in dark velvet curtains to hide from the eye of passerbys. Everyone paraded the black carpet, losing themselves in candlelight.

"Need you ask any questions? The picture is clear, mighty one."

"Can't you just make this simple for once," he retorts.

Villain brings Hero's heavy armored hand into the air during a crescendo inviting him to spin underneath her long arms.

"I don't think so," she says.

Instead of spinning under he pulls her towards him pressing himself against her slinky black dress. His hand on the small of her back, their faces a breath away. She looks regrettably entertained.

"You can't pull that kind of shit on me," he says. They pull apart and circle, a minute of silence before they begin to waltz. The music fills the air.

"Then, another option," she begins. "You don't kill me and nobody knows?"

"You can’t answer the question or don’t want to?”

"You know why you want to kill me Hero. That should be enough. Why’re you hesitating?" they exchange hands in a flourish as a violin's song increases the tempo. Hero's heavy armor clatters as he attempts to keep up with Villain, her fluid movements blending into the dark ambience of the speakeasy.

"I could cut you down through your dress right now," he threatens.

"Do you really want to? I'll kill everyone in this building because of you. Don't be stupid." a haunting grin.

Hero's face contorts in angst. No response.

"You should've left me alone, Hero." she gets a good look at him. "And you shouldn’t let me get away," the words roll off her intrepid tongue. Trumpets sound as the music reaches a climax. The dancers waltz in harmony, the frills of dresses flying in the air.

Hero take's Villain's hand above her head and she spins underneath it intuitively into his arms. She leans back to look up at him but he avoids her gaze.

"You should've never invited me, Hero. Now one of us is going to die tonight," Hero lifts her up to her feet and their eyes meet. A night-time optical illusion, a tool of hypnosis, those eyes. They were charmingly coercive when she showed her humanity. Her and all her secrets.

"Do anything funny and I’ll kill you then and there,"

"Oh? You sure about that? Well aren't you a true soldier now." a mischievous chuckle.

Hero let's go of her hands and coldly brushes past her towards the front door. If anyone knew it was her in this speakeasy every guard in Antem would swarm this place like the plague. And if anyone knew he still had dealings with her after she killed the Sages they'd kill him too.

The music comes to a climactic end and dancers applaud the musicians with a standing ovation. They take a bow on-stage before walking behind the velvet curtains. The crowd begins dispersing, disappearing back into the quiet of night.

Outside of the speakeasy Hero stands underneath a tent of lights in front of a local butcher. The attendees walk out from a hidden room and onto the rainy streets heading home after donning their expensive coats.

"So you're just going to invite me all the way here and leave me in the rain?" says Villain. Her intricate diamond jewelry and racy black dress make her look like just another devilish woman. She seemed a bemusing and magical being. Nobody knew what this small woman was truly capable of.

"You can find your own way home if you wanted to." Hero waves his gilded arm to a nearby carriage that stops on the road beside him. A man in a black raincoat plops off his horse to hold the door open. Hero hands the man a generous lump of coins before stepping in to take a seat.

Villain invites herself into the carriage beside Hero and his expression remains austere. He shows no emotion in this very intimate space hardly looking at her.

"I hope you know I don't think you're a fool Hero. I wasn't kidding when I said you don't have to kill me. Nobody would know. It's not a crime to just want to be done with it all is it? I won’t tell."

"That's what you want isn't it? That's why you came. To offer me one last chance to run away?"

"I came here because I wanted to see you,"

"You came here to see me one last time."

"And that, my love, was your decision. Was it not?"

"Because I'm not running away like you did."

“Oh, you’re not?”

The carriage passes by streetlight after streetlight without them saying anything. Villain rests her head on Hero's cold armor.

"I don't want to kill you Hero," she murrs. "Is that why you invited me here? To slash me in some back alley?" she asks. Dead silence.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come," she sighs then curls into his shoulders before he pulls away.

"You should know when enough is enough. Everybody wants you dead and you're acting like nothing happened since you left Antem. It's too late for that."

"So why not just kill me now?"

"Because I'm the only one who knows the real you."

"So what, that means something now? Don't tell me you invited me here to ask me to stop? To tell Antem I'm sorry?"

"I invited you to look at you in the face before I buried you."

"You're a strong man." her voice becomes flat. "A bad liar though. I never thought I'd see you pick Antem over me one day. I have to say, it's quite disgusting."

"You should've never betrayed the council. I alone know you fled like a coward and killed the Sages for fear of them beheading you. Fear because you couldn't face judgment for your actions."

"I won't face judgment for doing my people a favor."

"They aren't your people anymore. You murdered the Ancient Sages. You've done nothing for Antem." he crosses his arms.

"Anyone who works for the royals in this city are bound to die. Look at what they did to you. You're no Hero, but they dressed you up in golden armor and gave you an oversized dagger then told you to hunt down your traitorous woman. And you said 'yes master.' You were never a Hero and I was never a Villain. But look at what Antem did to us."

"This is what you did to Antem. You deserve to die."

"And Antem should be grateful. So kill me."

The carriage stops in front of an abandoned brick building. It's surrounded by a sea of grass and weeds. They step down from the carriage into mud and watch the horses as they trail off slowly into the dark rain. They were alone now, out of reach from the eyes and ears of the city.

"This could end badly for both of us in a lot of ways you know," she says.

"Don't tell me you're scared after everything we've already done."

"I don't want to lose you Hero."

They approach the decrepit cabin with a gaping distance between them. He unlocks the door and sets his sword onto the chair next to the fireplace. Splinters rise out the floor as support beams from the ceiling drip rainwater onto them. The place is tattered and being lit by a single warm lantern.

"Take it off," he says.

"So you don't want to kill me?"

"Take off the jewelry." He reaches his hands out.

Villain walks up to the Hero and shows her back to him, brushing her hair to the front of her shoulder. He takes off his gauntlets and sets them beside the lantern to remove the clutch of her jewelry. It shines dangerously bright, a prismatic rainbow of light trapped in it is desperately trying to escape.

"It feels like we're together again," she says reminiscedly. He put's her jewelry into a small pouch with mysterious markings and seals it shut with a magical talisman. He throws it back at her and motions her to a chair to sit down in front of another.

"Answer my question. Why? No circles." he says sternly.

"Why what? Why don't you tell me why you invited me?”

"I don't want to kill you either."

"But you would? For Antem?" No answer. "Hero, Antem isn't going to let you live if you spare me." she says coldly.

"Why'd you start all of this? People had faith in you once you made it to the council. Why would you betray us like this? Betray me?”

She relaxes and crosses her feet together. Looking down at the markings of the bag that now trapped her jewelry, she seems entranced by the red glow of the talisman.

"You know what they're like. Or maybe you don't. They're liars, Hero. They deserved to die."

"Even if it was true, why slaughter them like pigs? Are you mad? Those were your comrades, our comrades." his tone full of repulsion.

"They fooled you Hero. Look at you. It sounds like you cared about them. They've misled the people. Misled you and me. We all have our secrets. They were no different."

"This still doesn't tell me why you started a war."

Villain leans forward into her chair.

"I killed them because it was what's best for Antem. They could never see into the future. They had no ancient magic. It's that simple."

"Don't act like you're doing the right thing. You disappear for nearly a decade just to tell me you're the reason magic started working again?" he scoffs.

"They didn’t have access to ancient material. They lied to everybody. They couldn't see into the future because they don’t even have connections to the gates. I did. They said they couldn't bring mana back to Antem. So they used me like I was a tool, Hero. Just like how they're using you now."

"You killed the Sages. Do you not understand what that means? You don't deserve that kind of power. You told me that communicating with the ancient realms to go through gates was supposed to bring Antem hope. And then you used it to kill them."

She stays silent. Her eyes look down somberly at her jewelry it's light hidden in the sack as she messes with the enchanted talisman.

"I don't care about Antem anymore, Hero. Kill me. I know you want to. I know that’s why we’re here.” she whispers.

The crackling of the flame in the lantern seems so loud. It flickers as their shadows dance against the brick walls. Droplets of water hit the ground making a puddle that dampens the wood beneath them. All night his face had been stoic and emotionless. Now you could see a slight expression. A feeling of regret.

"I should've never invited you here." he says.

"Don’t tell me you still love me?" she asks. No response. "I know that's why they made you the Hero, to punish you. You're strong. I love that about you. Don't waste it on Antem. Come with me."

"Antem is our home. Everyone is scared. People in the city want you dead. I can’t leave.”

"I know."

"How could you kill those soldiers? I can't believe you. I didn't know you would do something so," he’s visibly shaken he comes to a loss of words.

"So stupid?" she finishes.

"I don't want to kill you."

"But you do want to. For them. You can go back with my head and be the Hero of Antem. It's okay." she squeezes the bag holding her necklace. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore. I knew this was a trap when I accepted your invitation.”

"I said I don't want to kill you,"

"You can't be honest with yourself even now? Antem is in shambles. You're supposed to guide their people to hope. No one is promised a happy future if I'm alive."

No response.

"Hero," she stands with her jewelry clenched in a fist over him, towering. “You told Antem you'd kill me."

"I didn't have a choice,"

"You do have a choice. You follow orders like a lap dog. That's your choice. You wanted to slash me in that speakeasy the same as anybody else. Admit it."

And again, silence.

"You really do love me after everything don't you?" she walks away with her head in her hands.

Hero says nothing. His gaze avoids her.

"You know why that can't be don't you, Hero?"

The energy becomes still. After a long pause she takes small steps through the splintered floor to his sword. She wraps her hand around the rough hilt and unsheathes a large blade of blue steel. She brings herself down to her knees on the floor beside his chair and gently grabs his hand.

“I didn’t want to betray Antem. After I knew the Sages weren’t telling everyone on the council the truth I realized we didn’t run out of Mana. They kept it to themselves. We all worked hard and listened to the Sages prophecy because they said we’d reach a golden age. They lied Hero. They’re all liars. They lied to us. I saw my opportunity, and I killed them for it. I’m sorry.”

She wraps his palm around the sword before laying her cheek on his cold golden armor and closing her eyes.

“They deserved to die. I came here wanting to die. I just wanted to see you one more time. I wanted it to be you. I thought after all these lifetimes surely you hated me and would’ve killed me by now.”

The Hero sat in silence. His palm wrapped around his sword.

“You won’t though.” her eyes open. “Right Hero?”

The light of the candle left their shadow on the brick wall dancing for a while. And just like before he went back to being as emotionless as the castle walls of Antem. The candle flickered strongly before going out and leaving the cabin in darkness.

The wind blows the sea of grass, creating a wave of shadows and whooshing against the decrepit cabin. Creaking of the wood crept into the ears of the Hero and Villain. But the two remained quiet. Breathing. A full moon floats above in the night sky, stuck in it’s proper place.

The violent winds were all that kept this secluded location from an eerie silence. It was far, far away from the eyes and ears of the city and it’s citizens. A nameless and abandoned house, sat there lifeless. The door of the cabin never opened. The light of the lantern never came on. And the quiet night finally comes to an end.

In the morning the house draws the attention of traveling folk. It was surrounded by soldiers of Antem’s Royal Guard. They surround the building looking for the Hero and the Villain. There is no trace of them anywhere. Nobody has seen or heard from either of them all night.

Inside the cabin the lantern sat dead. The Hero’s sword lie on the floor at the end of a blood trail leading into the backdoor. Parts of his armor are also found by the fireplace, perfectly in tact. In the corner of the room lies the brown sack that belonged to the Villain. The dangerously bright red emanated from the talisman. Inside of it, a prismatic color glowed strongly as if it were trying to escape.

"Dance with me?" The Villan asked, outreaching an arm.

Hero tentivly took Villans hand, feeling the rough ridges and callous' of Villans palm.

Villan grinned. "Let us waltz," He said.

[dat-town]

pretty little monster

Characters: hunter!Taehyun & female OC

Setting & genre: supernatural au, bits of horror, based on the Korean folk tale 'the fox sister'

Summary: What makes a monster? What if you're one, too?

Warnings: lots of mentions of blood, murder, cannibalism (as in eating human liver), character death, emotional manipulation, ambiguous ending

Words: 5.2k

Author’s note: this is my part for the happily never after halloween collab by @soobism and @svhnflwr, check out the other authors and have a nice spooky season! ^^

OC is a gumiho (fox spirit) of Korean ethnicity since the story is set in Seoul and to honour the origin of the fairy tale. other than her past, the historical places, events and figures mentioned in the story were real.

She came like a heart attack: breathtaking and out of blue.

She was a vision painted with blood: her body wrapped in a red one piece dress with red high heels, her crimson lips in a wicked smile and her midnight hair in waves. She smiled like mischief, her eyes promising fun as she asked:

"Have you heard the tale of the fox girl who ate her parents and brothers in order to live?"

"I don't believe in fairytales," her company dismissed her question as if it was a silly little thing, something he shouldn't have cared about. Oh, yes, people these days were just like that. Long gone were the days when people called shamans and made talismans upon seeing her vulpine features. Long gone was the time when they stood a chance. Against beings like her.

"But you believe in business," the girl, no older than twenty on the outside, noted like she knew something he didn't. The conglomerate heir pursed his lips and ran a hand through his silky hair, his Swiss watch glinting under the lights. He hated when it wasn't him who had the leverage, so he watched her warily. She carried on with a sweetened smile, granulated like sugar cubes but only half as sweet as poison. "You believe in balance: eye for an eye, life for a life, don't you?"

"What does it have to do with anything?” He tilted his head, confused but curious, his eyes scamming through her perfect porcelain skin and rosy lips. Not for the first time since the mysterious girl took a seat beside him in one of Gangnam's fanciest bars did the young man look at her with interest.

"Everything, handsome, everything," she hummed with a chuckle, her earrings flashing gold just like her eyes under the chandelier's light.

The smallest of her movements were like hypnosis and her laughter was like a siren’s song, drawing the young man in. Like a moth to the flame, the guy was immediately attracted. Stupid like most of them were, he thought it was his idea: paying for her drinks, making small talk, asking if she wanted to get out of this place. So easy, so predictable and all it took was one compliment and a little mystery.

Outside, the night was buzzing, like a vein pulsing with adrenaline and excitement. The clouds were hauntedly dark above and the smell of rain was still almost tangible in the air. Mainstream music’s sound was pouring out onto the streets, mixing with noises of cars passing by. The cry of pain was just another in the cacophony of the wild city and by the time they discover the pool of blood and the body in the parking lot, it would be too late.

A life for a life; or rather a thousand.

Only one more to go.

Taehyun dumped the contents of a trash bin into the container behind the diner with a sigh. Too bad hunting down monsters didn't pay the bills or else he surely wouldn't have worked an underpaid job like this. But this one he could at least take with his lack of working experience and tendencies to call in emergencies every other week. Emergencies as in a vampire caven spreading, incubi disturbing people, kelpis attacking near the Han River or…

“We have a new case,” Jungkook told him over the phone. Taehyun held the device between his ear and his shoulder, humming as he acknowledged the news and to signal that he was listening. He was just too busy focusing on not dumping everything else into the dirt.

"What's it about?" He grunted, throwing the last trash bin in.

"Rich guy found dead in a parking lot in Gangnam," his partner told him, panting as if he was in the middle of a run. Wouldn't have been surprising, Jungkook liked to listen to police radio frequencies during exercise.

"If he was mobbed, it's hardly our case. Let the police do their job for once," Taehyun laughed and put the phone to his other ear as he straightened his back. Yesterday's rain was still pooling out on the streets under his boots as he was walking back through the staff's door.

Jungkook was silent for a moment too long, the boy knew that it could only mean that he was about to tell him why it was their case after all. It was usually some gruesome reason, something unexplainable or even horrid. Something like…

"He wasn't just missing his wallet. He was missing a liver," his hyung said, quiet, knowing that it said enough.

Taehyun stopped in his tracks, frozen, his fingers gripping the phone tighter. There was no need to be told more. He knew what it meant. He knew what kind of monster lived on livers. The liver of men especially.

"How new is it?"

"Just yesterday. She must still be around," Jungkook said and Taehyun hung up the phone. He threw off his silly apron that served as his work uniform and didn't even bother to properly fold it before shoving it into his locker. He grabbed his backpack and made a run for the metroline heading to Gangnam.

Jungkook texted him the location and details of a police file, a medical report about the organ that was removed as if it was clawed out by an animal. The DNA found from the female hair on his jacket didn't match anyone's in the database as if she didn't even exist but Taehyun knew she did. Foxes don't creep into the busy downtown of Seoul to eat the liver of young and rich guys, not real foxes at least.

Taehyun had been obsessed with gumiho cases over the years, so he knew the pattern: glitter and riches that lured them in, livers going missing during when the moon was the fullest and then nothing. Usually the attacks happened in batches, around one place, the taste of blood made these creatures insatiable. Human liver kept them alive and young, it was easy to get high on that feeling and the boy hoped that it would make the fox careless enough to make a mistake.

A mistake that would help him find her before she would disappear like smoke. Again.

He had spent the night lurking around the murder scene, asking around as if he was just a clueless passerby who had seen the police cordons. He had already gotten used to being treated like a kid and not taken seriously, so it wasn’t surprising that nobody thought it would be harmful to tell him what they knew. He might not have gotten into the fancy clubs and luxurious hotels around to be able to find the girl in red whom the victim had been seen with last night, but little did he know that he didn’t need to try so hard.

"Looking for me?"

A girl singsonged and slid into his booth as he was sitting in a definitely overpriced coffee shop in the area, his table full of newspapers, notebooks and coffee stains across the papers. From an outsider point of view he must have looked like a university student studying overnight for his exam but instead of books and study materials, he was reading about murder cases and folklore.

Taehyun looked up from his phone, his gaze settling on the stranger and her smile, red like berries. She wore all black: tight jeans, turtleneck, leather jacket. Even her nails were dark, her eye makeup cat-like and her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked like a model out of a magazine, or one of those customers at his workplace who thought everything revolved around them, daddy’s little princess.

“Sorry?” He decided to play dumb, just to be safe and the girl smiled like adults smile patiently at children who lie about their wrongdoings.

“You know, I could get you reported for stalking,” she said, drumming on the table with her pretty manicured nails, slowly, calculatingly. Her lowkey threat made the boy raise a brow and put down his phone on the table.

“Then why don’t you?” He wondered out loud like a challenge as he tilted his head. He leaned back in his seat, sliding his right hand into his pocket casually. Fingers touching metal, he contemplated.

The girl smiled at him like a predator and reached over the table, her index finger tapping his chin teasingly. Her touch was cold, it sent shivers down his spine just as much as the look in her dark eyes.

“Because you are pretty,” she said, sounding genuine and Taehyun furrowed his brows. He had never been called pretty, didn’t particularly want to be either but coming from someone who looked as beautiful as her, it was quite a compliment even if it was fake, just sweet words to get onto his good side or even just get some reaction from him. Though, it was certainly an interesting tactic to call guys who were acting suspiciously pretty. She didn’t seem afraid at all and that was what took the boy aback the most.

She giggled when he didn't answer, it was almost pure, childlike as if she had fun. She must have been used to making men breathless with just being. But there he was holding back because he didn't want to make a scene, to sink a dagger into her heart in the middle of a coffee shop and she knew that, that's why she was so reckless.

“Oh, you look surprised. Cat got your tongue? Didn’t expect somebody so pretty like myself? It’s alright, my father didn’t name me Ahreum for no reason,” she noted, her voice tingling gleefully like a chime of bells in the half-empty store, the shadows that the late night drew onto her figure dancing around her like butterfly wings. 

If Taehyun wanted to be honest, he actually didn't expect somebody so human. Some monsters wore human faces – vampires, sirens, shapeshifters – but there was always something off about them, something inhuman – like sharper teeth, glowing eyes, pointy ears – but she looked normal. She was generations old and yet she looked his age, her smile fresh but calculating, her skin immaculate and her eyes, they were the deepest of dark. She didn’t look like a monster. But Taehyun knew better than to trust looks. Especially alluring ones like hers.

“It doesn’t matter how pretty you are,” he said firmly. In the eyes of death, nothing so mortal and earthly mattered.

“Oh, so you admit that you find me pretty,” she smiled a sly smile, very much enjoying the situation as if that was the most important. “But you are lying. It does matter. People always act more generously towards those with a beautiful face no matter how rotten they are inside. Humans are so judgemental, you see, but they only look at the surface, the outside. The gold and glitter and beauty. Prove me wrong if you can.”

Of course, he couldn’t. But Taehyun wasn’t there to talk about philosophy and what it was like to be human. He was hunting down a monster, someone who killed not one but probably hundreds. Someone like the monster that had taken his family away from him. He was there to stop her, yet his hand was frozen over the pocket knife, watching each of her mesmerising moves like a man struck. Sure, he wasn’t used to turning creatures into dust and smoke in front of an audience but who knew when he would have a chance like this again? When would he find her by his own accord? Why did she even seek him out? To tell him he was pretty? It didn’t make any sense. Was she hoping he would give up on the hunt once seeing her just because she was pretty? He wasn’t that generous. Hence he couldn’t figure out her reason.

“What do you want?” So he asked, keeping his eyes on her, not letting any of her glamour cloud his judgement, not even the small, content smile in the corner of her lipstick-stained lips.

“Oh, so straightforward, so boring. I just want to have fun,” The girl sighed, wishful, before she resumed the drumming on the table, over his notes, her fingers slowly crawling over the back of his hand that rested over the wood. Her nails scratched his skin lightly but it burnt, the contact. The grip of Taehyun’s other hand tightened around his knife hidden under the table, in his pocket. She was either unaware or didn’t care. She smiled knowingly.

“A hunter, are you? It's been a while since I met one,” she commented, not waiting for his confirmation. She was talking lightly as if they were discussing the weather and not supernatural matters. Not death. “I don't like them around my prey, you see, your kind makes them anxious. But I do like some excitement. I will give you a clue about my next victim, how does that sound?”

Oh, now she sounded positively thrilled. Her eyes also glowed with something childlike and yet dark. Taehyun was both intrigued and disgusted by her idea of fun.

“It's all just a game for you?” He questioned, sickened and the monster pouted like a kid who couldn’t get the last candy.

"Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. I have lived long enough, I deserve some fun," Ahreum said, nails digging sharper into the boy’s skin before she let go, her smile devilish like damnation.

"So is it still hunting season?" He asked and her lips twitched.

"It always is. Here’s the clue: I kept my special one for the full moon and you know the fox sister’s tale, right? Then you’ll know where to find me.” 

Her voice was haunting and with that, she was gone. Her musky, sweet perfume was the only thing she left behind and claw marks over Taehyun’s hand.

Like a stigma. Or a target mark.

Taehyun knew the tale of the fox sister but he knew many variations of it. There was no way he could tell which was the closest to the truth and how it could have made it easier for him to find her. She kept mentioning beauty, how much people cared about it and she only killed the rich, spending her free time in luxury. He knew there must have been a hint there, a clue to this game she was playing like a cat playing with the mice before eating.

“What did you say she said her name was?” Jungkook nudged him on the shoulder as he was dozing off while hovering over materials at their dining table which was used for investigations more often than to eat.

Living together made sense after they started hunting down monsters as a team. Taehyun didn’t have anybody left by the time the elder found him. They both came from hunter families, they had known each other since they were children. But Taehyun’s family wanted a normal life for him: normal school, normal friends, normal family activities instead of shooting practices. Look at how it turned out: blood on the table under the moonlight. He had been hot-headed and raging when Jungkook had found him and taken him in, becoming his only family. He had saved him from himself.

“She said her father had named her Ahreum because of her beauty,” he said, looking over his shoulder to see his hyung immersed in a book about Korean historical speculations. He had barely slept since his encounter with the girl from the day before, so he appreciated any help. He was determined to find her before the full moon. Before she would kill again.

“Here, look. Read this,” Jungkook passed the book over and pointed at a passage about the royal family in the 1500s.

Changdeokgung, the secondary royal palace of Joseon since King Taejong’s rule (1400–1418), was vacant over decades as Huwon – known as Secret Garden nowadays – was said to be a haunted place. According to the stories, King Myeongjong’s (1545–1567) beautiful daughter was locked away in one of its residents after the Crown Prince and his brothers had died unexpectedly, leaving the kingdom in aghast. Sources vary about the reason but during those decades the royal household suffered numerous losses in personnel, maids and guards as well, all of them bleeding out. Some suspected a disease that spread from person to person and the reason why the princess could survive was because she was alone. Other sources reported about animal attacks. During these uncertain times, a neighbouring kingdom asked her for the princess’ hand to join their forces but the prince had died on the wedding night. That was when the rumours about Princess Ahreum being the cause of it started. The people of the kingdom demanded her to be executed for sorcery, keeping her youth with others’ blood since she was said to have barely aged even after spending two decades in seclusion. Others believed she was cursed and blamed her for the Japanese invasions under the rule of her cousin, King Seonjo (1567–1608). During the military conflict in 1592, Huwon suffered serious damages by fire and Princess Ahreum was declared dead.

“Animal attacks, huh? And a never-ageing princess? Sound about right,” Taehyun hummed, thinking back on the fox sister’s tale: a man praying for a daughter, even if she was a fox, after three of his sons and in the end, his beautiful daughter killed them all except the eldest brother who managed to kill her with fire. And now, a few hours before moonrise, he knew where to look for her.

Huwon at night was hauntingly beautiful.

The royal garden was a popular tourist attraction, especially among couples due to its romantic scenery but the Palace and its garden were closed for the night, so Taehyun was alone after sneaking into one of the national treasures of his country. It was easier than he expected but he didn't want to get ahead of himself nor feel relief as he walked towards the Pavilion behind the Buyongji pond. He had been there before once, during a school trip about Korean heritage. He remembered playing hide and seek with his friends and in a way, this was the same game after all.

A sick version of it.

The garden was eerily quiet. Each of Taehyun's steps echoed off the trees and old buildings, no matter how careful he moved around. The rocks under his feet and the wind blowing in his face gave him away but there was no sign of the girl. Did he misunderstand her clue? Was she somewhere else or was she here, just hiding, waiting for him to find her, to play the game right?

Suddenly, a shadow moved in the dark. A laughter echoed all around him. He felt goosebumps form on his arm and he drew his dagger out, searching for the girl behind it all.

There she was: on the top of the stars, her silhouette unclear in the calm waters of the pond but her smile dangerous like always.

“Oh, someone’s smart,” she giggled at the compliment, twirling in her pretty white hanbok. Like this, with her midnight hair in waves all over her shoulders and the pearl colored dress sweeping the floor, she really did look like a princess. Beautiful like falling petals during the bloom of the cherry blossoms.

Taehyun expected her to have company. A naiv human on whom she could feed on, but she was all alone, no signs of any other living being around them: just her, him and–

“But… you brought a friend. Too bad. I thought it would be just us two,” the girl pouted, sounding genuinely disappointed. Then she moved so fast, Taehyun could barely follow it with his eyes, let alone stop her when she dragged Jungkook out of his observation place behind the Pavilion as if he was nothing but a ragdoll.

"Nobody taught you it's rude to spy on others?" She tsked and when Jungkook raised an arm to strike down on her with an iron arrow, she grabbed onto his wrist with one hand and his neck with the other. Then she simply broke the arrow in two, taking its pointy head and dove it to his chest.

It all happened too quickly, Taehyun was still running up the stairs when Jungkook's knees gave in and he fell on the ground, blood dripping from the wound on his chest to the dirty ground of the Garden that had seen so many ruthless rulers.

Ahreum chuckled again, her palm painted carmine from blood as she wiped it into her snow white dress, ruining it just how murder dirtied innocence. Taehyun didn't think; he acted on impulse and adrenaline as he ran up to her and pushed her against the stone wall, away from his hyung's struggling body with a knife against her throat threateningly.

"What do you want?" He asked, hoarsely, and she smiled a wicked smile that sent shivers down his spine as it reminded him more of a wolf's snarl than anything.

"You, pretty boy, I want to eat you all up," she said, giggling like a maniac and licking her already burgundy lips. Taehyun pushed the blade more into the soft skin of her neck but she didn't seem that affected as her blood-coated fingers toyed with his jawline.

"You are a monster," the boy spat, praying that his hyung could hold on for a bit more.

"Am I?" The fox princess tilted her head, thinking, her grip growing firmer. "I am what I was made to be. It's not like I ever had a choice. My father made a deal with the devil, so he had it coming. But me? If I am the punishment for his greed, why am I punished, too?"

Taehyun had no good answer for that. He never thought that these creatures had it in themselves to feel like they were being punished. To him, it seemed like their existence was the penalty for humanity’s avarice and he never chit-chatted more with any to think otherwise. The vampires, sirens and goblins he had met before were all more eager to kill him than to talk about their lives’ meaning and purpose with him.

“You always have a choice,” the hunter boy reminded her firmly.

To kill was always a choice, even if made under pressure and one had to be able to accept the consequences of their decisions. Yet, the princess didn’t seem to like his answer. Her nails turned into claws and harshly ripped the thin skin of his jaw as she pushed him away. The impact of it sent him to the ground and in a moment, she was crawling all over him, her pretty albeit stained hanbok spreading like a tainted halo around them. She held his wrists on the ground with an inhuman force, her animalistic features coming to surface.

“Should I tear the liver out of your friend’s body? Should I feed on it?” She hissed between her teeth and licked her lips as she glanced over at Jungkook’s unconscious body. “A hunter would make a delicious treat for my 1000th victim. I admit, I thought it would be you but I’m not picky.”

Oh. So he was supposed to be the special one, her next victim. So the clue wasn’t a clue at all, it was a trap and he walked right into it with his hyung following in suit. 

“Do you know the ancient rule, don’t you?” Ahreum spoke up in a conversational tone as if she hadn’t just threatened to kill the person who was the closest he had to a family. As if it didn’t matter to her. It probably didn’t. Not with her killing her own family. “My kind turns human after the 1000th human liver. I could finally be something I should have been to begin with. And yet, I’m curious: would you kill me? Even if I wasn’t a monster anymore but a human? For what? Killing your friend to become one? Can you really blame me for not wanting to be like this?”

Yes, Taehyun did hear the myth but he didn’t think it was true. He didn’t think monsters could turn human and even if they did, it wouldn’t overrule what they had done. She had still killed thousands of people for their livers and who knows how much more just out of spite.

“Even if you lose your fox-abilities, it doesn’t automatically make you human,” so he said, standing his ground, gritting his teeth, not caring about the blood dripping down his neck nor her hands smearing the dirt all over his skin.

“Tell me then, pretty boy, what makes a monster to begin with? That they have horns and fangs? Or that they kill?” The princess laughed, amused and wicked. “You act all so mighty but in reality, you are doing the same and you are not doing this for the world’s sake. You do this for yourself. For revenge. So selfish.”

Taehyun hissed at the pressure applied to his chest, at the claws digging into his bloodlines, at the words cutting in deep, hitting exactly where it hurt. He really had gotten back into the hunting business to get revenge on his family and he indeed had a personal vengeance against her kind but at least, he didn’t hurt innocent people.

“You are one to talk. You don’t even have a soul, nothing that could be saved,” he spat because it was clear from how she treated others, like they were dirt under the sole of her shoe. She was self-centred, she only cared about her rights and needs without a care of whom she had to trample over to get those. But there was almost more to meet the eye.

“That’s what you tell yourself to be able to sleep at night? That we don’t have a soul? What? Do you think we miraculously lose what makes us human the moment we become like this? Or you think we are born without a soul to begin with? And if we do, whose fault is that? It’s not like I asked to be like this. You do know my kind would die if we didn’t feed on humans, right? So what right do you have to judge me when humans kill just because they can and not for survival? At the end of the day, aren’t we all just animals in this kingdom?” She whispered with a smirk in the corner of her mouth.

Her perfect white teeth turned to pointy ones, four long canines as she bared them to him to prove a point. Taehyun pushed against her in the attempt to shove her down from him but she was too strong. No matter all those hours spent in the gym, the gumiho’s strength was supernatural and he knew that his only chance was to outsmart her but before he could have distracted her attention enough to free one of his hands, a sudden noise of pocket lighter clicking drew their attention.

"Oh look, he's still alive. A tenacious one, huh?" The girl looked up, the corners of her lips curling up in an impressed grimace.

Turning his head, Taehyun saw his hyung getting up from the ground, holding a hand over his bleeding wound and the lit lighter in the other. They both knew the story of the fox and the fire but watching the flame mirrored in Ahreum orbs, the young hunter wasn’t sure she was afraid at all. After all, somehow she survived the great fire of the Japanese destruction.

But then her eyes widened in surprise and Taehyun knew it was his moment. Without knowing what Jungkook was about to do, he used the girl’s distraction to yank his arms out of her hold and roll out from under her body, grabbing the knife he dropped from the floor. Just as he stumbled to his feet did he see that Jungkook had retrieved his crossbow and lit the next arrowhead on fire, then he took a shot. Ahreum had to jump out of the burning arrow’s way with a hiss. The metal head pierced into the Pavilion’s walls, the painted wood catching light like sugar that was caramelised over the heat.

After seeing his hyung wave at him to go, Taehyun followed the girl as she slipped inside the building. The old dusty smell and darkness of it reminded him of an attic of a home, of hide and seek games played by kids, but now with a knife in hand and a monster hiding, it wasn’t like a game anymore.

“I hate your kind,” Ahreum yelled at him from the shadows, her voice full of blame and hatred. “They had come like this, you know? They came and called me a witch; they wanted me to burn. They heard me scream and they laughed. Aren’t they monsters too then?”

The fox princess’ voice turned into sobs and the flames ate up the walls of the Pavilion and the moonlight shone through the blazing red of fire and the grey smoke. She coughed and tripped, breaking an expensive ancient vase into pieces as she was in hurry to find another escape. But Taehyun was faster in finding her in the middle of shattered ceramics, her hanbok blood red from the rising fire, its heat urging the boy to act too.

When he dove the knife into the gumiho’s heart, he didn’t feel anything. No regret, no guilt. She gasped, coughing up blood, crimson sliding down her pale neck from the corner of her mouth. The dark fluid spread all over her pretty white dress like a blooming red rose. But then Taehyun looked into her eyes, at the tears rolling down her cheeks and his hold on the knife loosened.

“Please, I don't want to die like this,” she pleaded, looking frightened with her big doe eyes, so unlike the sharp fox-like predator from before. She looked like daddy’s precious little princess and for a moment, he considered it all: whether she would have turned out the same if she wasn’t treated like a monster from the start, whether she was right about what made monsters…

Was he becoming a monster, too? The thought haunted him, but it was a mistake.

Using his hesitation to her advantage, the princess grabbed a sharp-edged broken ceramic piece from the floor and jabbed it into his abdomen, tearing skin right above his liver. His warm blood coated her fingers and she licked it with a wicked smile, amusement playing in the corner of her mouth even still.

“You humans… are the most monstrous of all,” she rasped as she reached for Taehyun’s hand over the knife’s handle, unhooking his fingers one by one. “But you know what? I’m not afraid of you anymore.”

With flames reaching high, just like almost half a millennium ago, Huwon was burning and a white fox disappeared into the woods like smoke in the night.

[bones-shifts]

hi! just found your blog, it’s so cute! :) i haven’t shifted yet but i’m trying to. i’ve got a few questions if you don’t mind!

how often do you shift? my friend who shifts said she doesn’t shift every day bc it’s draining… i was wondering how often you think is good?

this is definitely a commonly asked question, but how did you keep up motivation to shift? i was super into it, super eager and hopeful about a year ago, but months went by and i started to wonder if i’d ever shift. took a like 8 month break and now i’m trying to start up again. i’m also really depressed, lol, struggling with why i want to shift. trying to stay away from the idea of shifting to escape, and instead think of it as shifting to experience things that are impossible in this reality. i’m afraid i’ll get too attached to shifting and make it even harder for myself to enjoy life here. that being said, i really wanna shift.

and finally, method advice? also, are there any subliminals you can recommend? specifically marvel ones if you have any, but also general ones for when i use my other script.

sorry, that’s kind of a lot! thanks for taking the time to read (and hopefully answer) this!!

have a wonderful day❣️

yo :) tysm i think my blog is mid tbh but let's get to answering!

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1) I don't shift often but I do stay long. I sometimes shift to my WR because my cr is making me too stressed. I would probably stay there for a week or two until I feel better and can handle being back in me cr

Your friend is right, it is pretty draining so I don't do it as often, i just stay longer. I'd also advise you to do the same thing when you shift, don't shift daily, shift maybe once every few weeks. Depends on you tbh. I like to shift only every few months because it is a little draining but some ppl are built different and shift every week or daily even so yeah just try it out

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2) Hm, i'll tell you straight up it is not easy keeping motivation for this. I'm depressed too, finding motivation to do anything for me is honestly super fucking hard. That's why I said I only shift sometimes, shifting is easy but sometimes I don't want to do it. Motivation is annoying

shifting specific motivation for me is just consuming the content that relates to my dr, just shoving myself in the scenes and imagining im fighting along side with my comfort character rlly helps

also just acting out scenarios i would like to happen with my comfort characters in my drs is rlly motivating

eh motivation advice rlly isnt my thing

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3) Method advice hmmm, i'd say to keep it simple. Someone said to mix them up, your favourite ones. Julia method and the heartbeat method idk just have fun with them

try new ones once in a while, don't keep using one. If you feel like the specific method you're using is 'not working' choose a new one start fresh, it might work

Subliminals I reccommend,

⋆ shift reality instantly ⋆ wake up in your dr ⋆ 6hz theta waves/rain ⋆

FLUSHING SUBLIMINAL! (remove negative energy ++ blockages) IMPROVE VISUALIZATION SKILLS FOR SHIFTING SUBLIMINAL! (bundle) visualization subliminal ·₊̣̇. 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅’𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆 ࿐໋₊

Powerful Marvel Shifting Hypnosis

Yeah uh these are some i use, these are not all subliminals for shifting specifically some are flushes and they help to remove blockages and negative thoughts which are really fucking good

and also you don't need subliminals you can actually just use anything to shift, certain songs and ambiences that also will help you shift

i use really long subliminals mainly because why not

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anyways hope this helped lovely :) <3

[sevenkittensinatrenchcoat]

1998 Film Munkustrap Rewatch Part 5

So, when last we left our heroes, Old Deuteonomy had been kidnapped. Most of the toms went to search for him while the queens held down the fort. Demeter and Bombalurina spent the time explaining who Macavity is. And now, the exciting conclusion:

After the Macavity number, Munkustrap comes back. They couldn’t find Macavity or Old Deuteronomy. Demeter still has every reason to be afraid and Munkustrap tries to comfort her.

But, Macavity is coming after them. Even Bombalurina is freaked out by this point.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FATHER?!!!”

When Macavity appears disguised as Old Deuteronomy, Munkustrap doesn’t let his guard down right away. He noticed that Macavity is no longer standing on the garbage pile he’d been standing on before “Old Deuteronomy” was brought in. He can tell that something’s not quite right.

When Demeter doesn’t trust “Old Deuteronomy” and wants to charge at him, Munkustrap gives her permission. Something weird is going on. Also, Jenny, who’d looked at “Old Deuteronomy” with suspicion before, is kind of freaking out in the background.

Once Macavity is revealed, one of the first things he does is shove Munkustrap. Macavity is physically the stronger of the two. He might actually be the older brother.

Munkustrap, in Full Stance™, is dedicated to guarding Demeter throughout this scene, to the point that when Macavity strikes a kitten right in front of him, he can’t do anything but watch.

And then Macavity easily shoves Munkustrap out of the way to grab Demeter.

But, Munkustrap is very good at recovering from blows and now it is ON!

And he gets thrown to the floor.

And then Macavity uses his hypno powers on him. Once again, Jacob Brent said that Macavity isn’t actually magical, but he’s clearly using some sort of magical or psychic power here. There was clearly some miscommunication going on here.

Now I’m just imagining Mistoffelees, being the more powerful magician, claiming that Macavity is faking all his powers just to fuck with his rival.

But, no matter what, Macavity can’t make cats disappear and reappear on a barge somewhere.

Anyway, Munkustrap breaks himself free from Macavity’s hypnosis. He couldn’t do it to save Old Deuteronomy, but maybe he can do it now.

And he still gets knocked out. This just isn’t his day, is it?

Rumpleteazer and Electra apply first aid. Actually, I think they’re trying to wake him up by grooming him, possibly trying to clean off some of the blood. The red lighting here makes it look like Munkustrap’s chest is covered in blood. I’m not sure if that was intentional, but it’s a good effect. 

Meanwhile, Mungojerrie experiences a new emotion: The Urge to Kill

It’s interesting how Jerrie and Teazer are emphasized here. They seem to enjoy driving Munkustrap to madness, but they’re both very loyal to him. Combining this with some of her behavior in The Pekes and the Pollicles, Teazer might straight up have a crush on him. Perhaps Mungojerrie does too, but he’s undyingly loyal either way.

Anyway, everything works out okay. Here’s some Demestrap.

Tugger of all cats has a plan to save the day. Bomba and Demeter are immediately onboard but Munkustrap’s still not sure what the fuck is going on? I mean, since when does his little brother take charge in a serious situation like that?

But, the song is catchy and Demeter’s always right, so he’ll roll with it.

Presto! Munkustrap wants to know why it’s raining glitter.

“So, Old Deuteronomy’s life depends on a walking fire hazard. I hope Tugger actually knows what he’s doing and isn’t doing this entirely to get laid.”

Someone’s gonna have to clean up all this glitter and Munkustrap is starting to suspect that it might be him.

But after the Conjuring Turn, Munkustrap starts to get into it. (If you watch the video of the deleted Conjuring Turn, you can see that they cut to directly after it and that’s this shot)

Munkustrap’s still not sure about the glitter, though. It might be flammable.

Seriously, Misto is like an honorary little brother to him and he’s loving the show. He’s just a bit nervous about the lightning and not a fan of cleaning up glitter.

Well, it all works out and Misto gets a hug from Old Deuteronomy. Munkustrap thinks it’s going on a little long...

...But that’s just because he wants a turn to get a hug. It’s all cool.

Skipping ahead to Grizabella. Munkustrap turns to Old Deuteronomy to decide what to do with her and he tells him to hear her out.

Munkustrap is one of the first cats to turn towards Grizabella as she sings. This is while she’s still singing the verse that appeared in The Moments of Happiness. He probably remembers those words. Was she what Old Deuteronomy was talking about?

As Victoria goes to Grizabella, Munkustrap, Old Deuteronomy, and Jellylorum have a bit of a conference about it. Are we going to allow this? Every other time Victoria’s tried to touch Grizabella, it was Jellylorum who stopped her, so perhaps Victoria’s her responsibility and she has to get a say in this. They all agree that she can go ahead.

Munkustrap welcomes Grizabella back into the tribe right before The Journey to the Heaviside Layer. By the time he reaches her, he knows that she’s the Jellicle Choice. Perhaps the choice was just as much his and Jellylorum’s as it was Old Deuteronomy’s.

He’s happy for her, as are we all.

[eventidespirits]

Adam Allistair Freemont

Aliases: Edwin Lockhart, William Silva, Francis LaRue, Everett Brighton, James Fenwick

Apparent Age: "29"

Birthday: August 11th, 1897

Death Day: December 19th, 1926

Species: Vampire (Siren Bloodline)/Bloodbound Spirit

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Primarily Heterosexual

Occupation: Photographer

Residence: Santa Marta, California; Morgan Kendrick's Psychic Realm

Universe: Primarily original lore but also Vampire the Masquerade where he's a Camarilla Toreador who defected to the Sabbat.

Appearance:

Height: 6'0

Build: Tall and lanky with angular shoulders and long limbs. He has a trim, lightly muscled physique with long delicate fingers and soft hands.

Eye Color: Luminous Yellow/Gold with slitted cat-like pupils and a darker, amber band around the edges.

Hair Color/Texture: Black, 1b hair texture. Just long enough for the ends to brush against his shoulders. Partially brushed back and parted to the right but a significant amount of his hair ends up falling into his face.

Face: Angular with a square jaw and high cheekbones. He has a mostly straight nose with a slight convex curve to the bridge. He has deep set eyes with heavy lids and dark circles and usually looks somewhat sleepy but in a strangely sensual way. Defined lips that are usually curved into a sadistic little smirk. He's quite attractive but in a way that feels vaguely dangerous or even predatory.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Adam has bright golden eyes with slitted cat-like pupils. He also has a rather large, jagged scar on his back, located between his shoulder blades. I'd include his *other* distinguishing characteristic but that's kinda NSFW ;)

Posture/Body Language: Confident, even arrogant, chin up, shoulders back but not in a way that looks particularly stiff. His body language is generally relaxed and easy, bringing to mind a big cat at rest -- there's always something about the way he moves that implies a predatory nature laying beneath his cool, collected surface. Adam walks with clear purpose and long, smooth strides and always knows how to make an entrance.

Voice: Soft and smooth with a deep timbre and confident inflection. Adam's voice is somewhat like poisoned honey or arsenic laced velvet -- smooth and sweet but with something slightly off.

Clothing Style: Adam prefers dark colors -- burgundy, blood red, black, charcoal, rich deep browns and the ocassional pop of gold or cream or a white dress shirt. He wears primarily expensive, tailored button downs made from things like silk, velvet or very high thread count cotton with the sleeves rolled up and the top three (or four) buttons undone. Sometimes with brocade, floral or striped patterns. If it's cooler out, he'll wear a black blazer or something similar. When it comes to pants, it's almost entirely black or charcoal tailored pants or pitch black jeans. He usually wears very few accessories -- a nice watch, a belt, a silver and garnet ring and a pendant on a thin silver or gold chain. Generally wearing pointed toe oxfords or other dress shoes. When it comes to outerwear, Adam generally prefers things like wool coats and the ocassional leather jacket (always real leather, too) (to get a better idea, check out his [Pinterest Board]

Skills

Social: Manipulation, Lying, Gaslighting, Flirting, Proper Etiquette, Public Speaking, Blame Shifting, Negging, Seduction

Physical: knife combat, some hand to hand combat, basic combat training (circa 1914), long range firearms/sniping, Ballroom Dancing, Fencing, Horseback riding, the carnal arts

Talents: Photography, Drawing, Poetry, Lying, Being an Asshole, Manipulation, Painting, Seduction, Sex

Knowledges: Fluent in French & Italian, Masters in Psychology (circa 1926), Photo Development (wet plate, autochrome, modern methods), some basic knowledge of financial law and property law

Hobbies: Photography, writing, breaking pretty girls, avoiding his deep-seated psychological issues, general hedonism

Special: Emotional Influence, Telepathy, Emotional Transference, Enhanced Stamina, Enhanced Strength, "Immortality", Enhanced Senses (esp sight), minor regeneration, sweet blood, emotional radar/supernatural empathy, hypnosis/mind control

Psyche

Strengths: Charismatic, quick-thinking, clever, good at understanding the thought processes of others, empathetic, deeply romantic, treats service workers well, dedicated, generally calm, high emotional intelligence, has critical thinking skills, polite*, can be incredibly sweet, adaptable, pays a lot of attention to his partners in bed, passionate, artistic, creative, protective

Weaknesses: selfish, self-absorbed, arrogant, manipulative, almost completley lacks compassion, disdain for basically everyone around him, dishonest, has a horrible temper, needs constant attention and praise, has a massive inferiority/superiority complex, overconfident, easily susceptible to flattery, deep-seated intimacy issues, can't stand being wrong, terrified of vulnerability, paranoid, detached from his own emotions/denies his own humanity, callous, sadistic, can be incredibly rude, actually a bit of a coward, condescending, possessive, jealous and generally kind of a dick.

Fears: genuine intimacy, abandonment/loneliness,true death, being buried alive

Goals: To finally create the perfect art piece (i.e., break someone in just the right way -- he's not even sure what this MEANS, he's just sure he'll "know" when he finally does it), to just enjoy his immortality.

Personality: On the surface, Adam seems likable enough -- at least, at first. He's incredibly charming and thoughtful, often anticipating people's wants before they're even able to articulate them, witty, intelligent and seemingly very polite...

But beneath that surface lurks a spoiled rich kid who learned early on in life that having money, being good looking and charming meant he could get away with almost anything. Adam is self-absorbed and arrogant and almost everything he does is a carefully crafted performance intended to get people on his side and manipulate them into doing what he wants.

Beneath even that, which he desperately tries to ignore, is a little boy who was spoiled by his mother and entirely ignored by his (largely absent) father -- a young man who was traumatized by being forced to fight in WWI and who is full of deep-seated fears and insecurities.

To make up for this, Adam is often sadistic towards the people around him -- but in that way where it's difficult to tell that he's actually being cruel until one looks back at the conversation.

He has difficulty genuinely connecting to others because of those insecurities and instead uses his powers as a Siren to make the people around him love and adore him-- no matter how badly he treats them.

Life

Best Memory: Being gifted his first camera, meeting his Maker.

Worst Memory: Somewhere between when he almost died during WWI and his actual death...

Biggest Achievement: Getting his Masters

Prized Possession: Silver and Garnet ring gifted to him by his Maker, his first camera, his black 2020 Ferrari Portofino (with the red leather interior), (he also has an engraved custom sniper rifle but a friend picked the model and shit for me and I cannot remember what it is for the life of me)

Favorite Color: Red, Gold

Favorite Food:

-Mortal Food: Partial to anything rich and flavorful, prefers food that's not pointlessly ostentatious (nothing coated in gold leaf, that's absurd), dry red wines, Italian Cream Cake, Eggs Benedict, Crepes Suzette

-Blood: Blood taken in the heat of the throes of passion from someone that's truly and deeply in love with and obsessed with him...

Favorite Scents: Blood, Gasoline, Cloves, Cinnamon, Resin, YSL Nuit, roses, vanilla, rain, the sharp smell of a cloudless winter night

Favorite Songs: Winter, 1st Movement - Vivaldi, Raindrops - Chopin, La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Can't Leave Home Without: At least one knife somewhere on his person.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Childhood: Adam is the only child out of six in his family to survive to adulthood with four older siblings who had either in infancy, had been stillborn or died of tuberculosis when Adam was still too young to remember them. He had one younger sibling, a sister named Mary who was killed in an accident at the age of 6 when Adam was 8 years old. His parents were already a little bit older by the time he was born and his father was the owner of an incredibly lucrative railroad line and had profited greatly from the Gold Rush as well as owning multiple properties in San Francisco and neighboring Santa Marta...

Due to the loss of her other children, Adam's mother doted on him -- giving into his every whim, supplying him with the best education she could and basically just spoiling the ever loving fuck out of him. His father, on the other hand, was always busy with work and when he was home, had nothing but criticism for Adam who desperately tried to gain his approval to no avail.

Adolescence: Adam developed a passion for photography as a teenager and discovered that being good-looking, clever and rich meant he could get away with A LOT more than most people and also meant that he rarely heard "no" and accepted it as an answer even less often (though he rarely resorted to force to get his way, relying instead on bribery, flattery, blackmail and implied threats). All of this gave him quite an interest in psychology and he intended to become a clinical psychologist. During his adolescence, Adam would have a great many girlfriends and despite being a selfish and manipulative little shit, was actually not the world's worst boyfriend and no hint of the violent temper and genuine sadism he'd develop after being Changed.

Adulthood: Adam's education would be interrupted by the outbreak of WWI,which if asked he will describe as "incredibly distasteful and personally inconvenient." He was a skilled marksman and sniper but was otherwise unremarkable -- much to his father's disdain. After nearly dying in one of the trenches of France after taking a grievous bayonet wound in the last few months of the war, Adam would be sent back from the frontlines and would shortly begin work on continuing his education...

However -- despite the fact that he would complete all seven years necessary to get his degree, Adam's interest in becoming an actual psychologist wouldn't ever come to fruition. In 1925, he would meet Amelia Madeleine Smith -- an unbelievably beautiful and charming socialite from Santa Marta who would see Adam's potential as a source of money and influence for the Nightingale Court of Northern California. She would spend the next year carefully grooming him to become her protege -- manipulating him much in the same way he would later manipulate the women he dates as a vampire -- using emotional transference, mind control and mundane manipulation to cause him to fall madly in love with her... In December of 1925, Amelia would finally perform the ritual of transformation on him and bring Adam over into the world of the Supernatural.

Unfortunately for Adam, his Change would take nearly two weeks to complete -- two weeks spent in absolute agony beyond anything he'd experienced before. Amelia, believing the most important first step for a newly born vampire is to break their bonds to humanity would kidnap his mother during this change and leave her for him to kill upon waking. Adam would remain with Amelia (who used her bond as Adam's maker to control most of his actions and her abilities as a Siren to continue to influence his emotions) until 1980 when she was killed by a member of the Bram Park Wolf Pack in Santa Marta, leaving Adam behind. During this period, Adam would end up being "taken in" by a bonded pair of Stryza -- Camille Belikova and Lucy DeSantos and would act as their primary draw for new playthings.

Recent: Adam met Morgan Kendrick at the Velvet Box goth club in Santa Marta when Morgan was twenty two years old and would sweep her off her feet, intending to make her into his "masterpiece"... Three years into this relationship, Adam would finally Change Morgan, which would break the initial control he had over her and result in her, in a fit of rage, completely draining him and through a magical fluke, causing his spirit to become bonded/fused with her blood...

Recently, Adam's presence has disappeared from Morgan's psyche due to the machinations of Miss Belikova and her wife -- though it appears that the two of them are still inextricably linked in a way beyond the usual bond between Maker and Fledgling.

Relationships

Family: Lawrence Freemont (Father; Deceased), Anne Freemont (Mother; Deceased), Mary Freemont (Sister; Deceased)

Lovers: Amelia Smith (Maker; Deceased), Morgan Kendrick (Fledgling, Ex, Soulbond), Many other unnamed girls.

Friends: Camille Belikova, Lucille DeSantos, Jonathan Andreason

Enemies: Morgan Kendrick, the Bram Park Wolfpack

Acquaintances: Miranda Cortez (Queen of the Nightingale Court of Santa Marta)

Income: Moderately Wealthy

Vehicles: 2020 Ferrari Portofino

Residences: Penthouse Apartment in Vista Rosa, a small Victorian row house in Val Del Mar and a 1br/1ba apartment in Park Verde (all located in Santa Marta)

[nso-csi]

200514 Taemin instalive

He is now in his house’s car park and has parked his car (but not going down yetㅋㅋㅋ) He saw The Boyz covering his song and praised how the arrangement was done really nicely and how the members are really good too “Today I watched TV, variety... Kingdom(in english) and ‘Danger’ came on(in Korean) I wanted to say it in English but I can’t ㅋㅋㅋ” He said he is really happy to see that his song got covered Taemin is talking about how his hair might grow out etc and how his scalp is white and his hair is black. He has been practicing piano with the song ‘Hypnosis’ and said it’s difficult He exercised, practice singing and dancing. He talked about how his weight is at its highest right and mentioned how people are saying how his body has grown big. He said he will be losing 5 kg for his comeback and then his cheeks will sink in again He is making everyone guess his weight and just revealed at he is now 62kg Taemin is saying how he is not that tall neither is he that short and wonders why he is light. He says that he is born with really thin/small bones so it doesn’t look that he weights a lot He has been looking at his videos on Youtube, his members, his own, others, etc. “I am not going anywhere, I am home now. Is this fun talking like this? I am supposed to go down the car but I am not going down at all”

About his TaemLog. He was being asked how his TaemLog should be edited and Taemin said that he just wants it to come out fun to watch, with the interesting subtitles and talks about the interesting way editing are being done nowadays “If there’s no subtitles of the words I said, you guys won’t be able to understand me”

Taemin talks about his cute duck mouth ㅋㅋㅋ Taemin talks about his nickname ‘Sincere nostril’ that comes out when he is being serious and people would be able to know if he is lying or not

He is talking about how he consider to do his stage during Beyond Live like how the way he did at T1001101, the one with the slope etc but for the Beyond live there was a fixed structure that could be done in that space so it can’t be done. Taemin mentioned how he watched WayV’s beyond live for a little while, he asked his manager to show it to him. A fan commented how they wanted for him to sing and Taemin spotted that there was a spelling mistake in the comment and corrected the fan cutely

He think a lot today and looked at the videos that he took before and the edited versions ones too. He says he wants to do something new but also wants to do something that is Taemin-ish. He says that he wants to perform/do concert and wants to meet everyone too... Taemin says that he needs to go now, that he is being there too long already or else he wont be able to leave ㅋ He says that it will be raining tonight in Korea and asks everyone to bring umbrella tomorrow and says his bye and ending greeting various painfully adorable way  cr.

Taemin said he had meeting with staff about lots of things (MV, choreo, lyrics and so on) and he’s not satisfied. He doesn’t hate what he prepares until now, but he doesn’t like it that much either. He wants to prepare new choreography.  cr.

he weighs 62kg now “I’m not skinny I have flesh but just born with slim bones it doesn’t show 6~6” Taemin’s been monitoring perfs of his own shinee’s and others on yt to study his own strength finds he looked best dur want era so he’d try to b back to his physical condition at that time  cr.

[ember-overkill]

//we’ve got mary sues...

we’ve got gary stus...

now prepare to meet this blog’s first ever maristu!

Name: Bloody Nightmare

Real Name: Rainer Nyx Hyde

Nicknames: Rain, Nightmare, Night, Doom, Dream Demon, The Traitor Zalgoid

Age: 18

Age of Death: None

Ethical Origin: Hooman? Sort of?

Place of Origin: London, England

Species: Zalgoid

Personality: Dark, angsty, broody, depressed, insane, misunderstood, cold, blunt, sassy, sarcastic, smart, different, edgy, hot, bad-tempered, badass, jerky, distrustful, impulsive but also cruel and calculating, rude, mean (especially to Masky and Toby), but has a soft spot for Deerhead-chan

Sexual Preference: Gynosexual panromantic agender

Relationship: Married to Deerhead

Family: Nyx (inner demon), Zalgo (father), Bertha (mother,) Kevin (stepfather), Princess (older stepsister)

Affiliation: Slenderman

Arrest record: None

Occupation: Killer and proxy

Motives: They hate Zalgo for no real reason

Date Of Birth: October 31, 2003

Weight: 100 lbs

Height: 6’6.6

Eye Color: Completely purple with some red swirls here and there

Skin Color: Fades from black at the hairline and extremities to peach starting at the nose and the middle of the extremities. Glowing purple mouthes on fave, upper arms, and chest. Orange, red, blue, abd purple wings and tail. Glowing purple power seals on biceps, forearms, wrist, and neck. Purple, black, and red horns.

Hair Color: Fades from orange to red to blue to purple to black. Short, flips up at the ends, has bangs.

Clothes: Black loose cropped t-shirt with orange and red upside cross, orange, red, and purple and black striped undershirt, fishnet undershirt, purple belt with black chains, purple dress with suspenders, pleated skirt, and black upside down cross design, fishnet stocking, black and purple boots with huge orange, red, and purple platforms

Fears: Nothing

Powers/Abilities: Shapeshifting (favorite forms are wolf, dragon, snake, and cat), dream manipulation, umbrakinesis, pyrokinesis, teleportation, telepathy, telekinesis, invisibility, flying, super strength, super speed, hypnosis, mind control, excellent with axes

Weapons: A giant obsidian battle-axe, which bursts into black and purple flames when they’re mad

How S/he kills/wounds in Combat: Gets in their dreams and scares them to death. If that doesn’t work, they burn or battle-axe them to death.

Weaknesses: Too jerky but also too caring

Strengths: Being the most powerful child of LORD MOTHERHECKING ZALGOOOO!!!

Cause of Death: None

History: Once upon a time, a bitch named Bertha decided she wanted a new kid, so one day when she was drinking, she made a deal with Zalgo: she’d sell her soul for a child. Nine months later, she had Rainer. Suffering from buyer’s remorse, she of course hated her drunk Amazalgo purchase because it was the wrong color (Rainer had brown hair and not bitch blonde like Bertha :0). She made her husband Kevin, her brat daughter Princess, and her sixty boyfriends be mean to Rainer because Rainer was a freak in her eyes. The other kids at school eere very mean to them too because REASONS. When Rainer was four, they snapped and killed everything with their dream powers and took the name Bloody Nightmare. Rainer went around killing everything else until they were ten, when Zalgo found them and kidnapped them. Zalgo told Rainer that he was their father and trained them, which made Rainer take a new and more demonic form, which they of course hated because they were now more of a freak. Rainer then found out Zalgo was training them to take over the world, and they didn’t like this, so they ran away to America. As soon as they got off the plane, they met Deerhead, who fell in love with them instantly despite her being canonically demisexual and took them to Slender Mansion. They became friends with everyone and Slender vowed to protect them at all costs, and so Zalgo would feel guilty and not take Rainer back, they married Deerhead and because they don’t know what birth control is, they had ten babies. Even though Deerhead is canonically infertile.

Place/Type of Residence: Garden Mansion (my personal headcanon is that Lazari, Stripes, and Lisa disowned them)

Theme Song: A Nightmare to Remember by Dream Theater

Catchphrase: Sleep well, child

(Bloody Nightmare and Deerhead (c) me, Lisa (c) @theguardianoftheangels, all other pastas mentioned (c) their owners)