#✞┊❛ bask in darkness ❜ ( 004 )

[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Novel #004 ⅩⅦ.星　斑目ジュナ／テティス - (The Star, Juna Madarame/Thetis) Translation

The phone on the table made a faint sound as it lit up.

Sparing only a quick glance, Madarame focused his eyes back to his hands when he saw that the notification was from Arcanamusica. 

In his hands he held a crystal wine glass, sculpted with a beautiful attention to detail and carving. Although many places offered high quality and flavorful sake, it was much less common to see such detail and care placed into the design of their glasses. For that reason, this was one of Madarame’s favorite places to visit. 

“Um…Madarame..? You’re Juna, aren’t you?”

As Madarame swashed the liquid inside the glass around that resembled a gem as it sparkled with a pale green and lemon yellow brilliance, a reserved voice called out to him. 

Turning to see who had called out to him, his eyes were met with the gaze of two women, their faces slightly flushed as if due to the alcohol…or perhaps for another reason.

As he glanced at the glimmer that shined on her arms and neck, Madarame instantly realized why they had approached him. 

“Um, I.. I’m a really big fan of ‘Juna Accessories’. I’m wearing it today too. Ah! I actually.. Can’t afford the ‘Juna’ brand… I’m wearing ‘J. Stella’.”

He glanced at the jewelry on her neck that she had pointed out. The station necklace made of a 10K gold chain combined with parts of glass was a relatively new creation at ‘J. Stella’ that had been sold recently. 

There were two jewelry brands that Madarame owned.

‘Juna’ focused on the beauty of the gem itself and enhancing it to make it shine even brighter. This was jewelry that might be used for special occasions. 

‘J. Stella’, however, offered less expensive and more affordable jewelry that was suited more for everyday life. 

Both of these brands were designed by Madarame, but the two concepts were very distinct.

And for that reason, the thought and feeling he put into them couldn’t be any more different. 

“Thank you. I’m happy to hear that you treasure it so much.”

“! Of course! So, uhm..”

As if on cue, Madarame’s smartphone made another noise and cut off the woman as she tried to start up the conversation again. 

Glancing again at the screen, this time Madarame took his phone and asked the shop owner behind the counter if he could use the room that was in the back of the establishment.

“I’m sorry, this is an important call. In that case, then-”

Leaving the women with a gentle smile, Madame turned and headed towards the back room-the VIP room. 

“Hehe. You improved again, Shizu~”

The reason for the “urgent call” was a notification from a singer that Madarame followed on Arcanamusica, RiZ. As he listened to the new song, he felt a trance-like voice escape him.

“The sample source for this song was different … I wonder if the singing is altered slightly when it’s released on the app? Ahh…Ohh, it’s brilliant. He fascinates me to no end-”

As he closed his eyes, Madarame felt RiZ’s voice echo in his ears and fill them with radiance, and he began to see brilliant colors shimmering in the darkness, filling his vision with color.

Beautiful, ephemeral, and priceless. This was the exact radiance that Madarame longed to find.

As he basked in the brilliance that was brought on by the music for a while, Madarame only noticed his phone vibrating as it passed the third ring.

“Hello? Oh..yeah. I see it came to you too.”

The voice on the other line had a beautiful yet soft tone, with a glimmer of brilliance in it. 

But, it wasn’t enough. Not yet. 

“Of course…I’m looking forward to hearing your song. Tsuruya.”

…My one wish. A unique brilliance of my own. 

As he spoke kindly to the individual that was trying to find that briliance for themselves, he felt a gentle smile form on his face.

[holyexecution]

“ ∆ HEAL ∆ from claudette ”

━━━   difficult it would be to discover an inch of his skin that is unmarred upon creation, all combat wounds eventually turning into scars & stitched openings paying homage to HUMAN TORMENT; the fuel to his furnace. a simple tear of muscled flesh on rusted iron, a destroyed hallway ( ripped through by the blade of the great knife just recently ) that would reconfigure itself soon or be bandaged by the Entity Herself in no time. as everything here stays stagnant & festering.

never changing, never truly new.

both confusing & unnecessary are the careful hands hiding tremors? patting his torn skin with a dry cloth, soaking up clumps of blackened blood. rather than thrash his arm or shove her back into the steel floors the executioner hums long & low. a message of surrender, acknowledging the dull pulse of care radiating from her; it is simpler to allow her to fulfill her role. her purpose.

& when his flesh is cleaned of blood & the skin begins to thicken into a fat red scar, he praises her effort with a hand sliding into the base of her hair. blunt nails scratching her scalp as an agreeable rumble leaves the red pyramid’s core as if to say WHAT A GOOD JOB.

@anarkissm​ ( hand in hand starters | accepting. )  

[diguerra-moved]

another tiny tag drop

[vicecityhq]

*Note the task below is pertaining to the event that was posted here! Please like once you have read as these tasks will be this weeks activity. Activity check’s will be held on Sunday an hour before acceptances.

Task #004: Agdoeg’s very own Halloween town.

Hello, hello so this event technically has two/three tasks. The first one you’re already aware:

A. Create a mood/aesthetic board in relation to your muse attending one or more of the events. Since this is a Halloween event, we want you to prepare your muses costumes in these boards!

B. Have at least two threads/ or one thread and one self para pertaining to the event, this can be planning an outfit or actually attending.

For the third task these are for the ones who liked the post for random pairing. *note: If you are apart of the random pairing you only have to do the moodboard and this task will count as your first thread, and then we would like for you to write a small para as the ‘flashback’ to/about your secret submitted during acceptances, if you submitted one, if you did not, you still need to have at least two threads or a self para with this thread.

Everyone flocked to attended the Haunts & Horror, the legends of the first witch ringing in their ears as the story comes up again. The sound of Drew Berrymore’s screams coming from the big screen as those who cuddle with their lovers and families watch from their cars. The screen begins to glitch and static, and suddenly it goes black. Gasps of confusion and horror, the staff scrambling to get the picture back moving, only to be snuffed by a distorted visual, a masked figured stationed at a desk like a reporter replaced the slasher film, their voice changed by a device embedded into their mask.

“Good evening people of Agdoeg,” the garbled voice began, “we are a community of people who are concerned with the terrible state our city has fallen into. We have tried to be nice, we have tried fight the fight justice-ly, but it is time for us, to drop to the level of those of you who actually run our city. There are few of you here, that we have information on. Information that no one else in this city would know about you. Your darkest secrets right here,” the figure goes to grab a flash drive waving it to taunt the audience. “I could, simply plug this into my computer, hit a button and have this information broadcasted across this screen. And I’m sure you’re thinking,” he stopped his story to set the flash drive into view without holding it, “this is merely just a Halloween prank, maybe the attraction added a new interactive feature and you guys are simply the guinea pigs and you’re half right. You are the guinea pigs, but this is no joke. Don’t believe me, I’ll leave you with this riddle before I give your tasks: ‘One of you is a foreigner, two of you are cops, one of those is dirty, three of you are murderers, and the others are props.’ “

“It is simple really, you have two hours, find the hidden item, they’re all related to you in their own special way, somewhere in the city. If you refuse, we’ll reveal your dirty laundry, if you fail, we will reveal it, this city has been basked in your darkness for too long, and it takes another monster, to find one in the dark.”

The screen quickly goes blank, though a translucent symbol in the shape of a ghost is displayed just for a moment and then, the movie begins to play like nothing happened. This time, a timer sits in the right hand corner, ticking away, second by second. This could be all an elaborate joke right? But what of yours will be revealed if it isn’t? Will you take the chance?

The following muses are paired below for this thread, you may go about finding the item assigned however you would like and though the timer in the event says 2 hours you do have until Sunday, October 31st like the rest of the tasks! 

Pairings and items: note each hint pertains to a location on our locations list.

@vcxxangel x @ashtonxvc - the bullet to a winchester rifle.

hint: bodies buried beneath the surface, cold and rotting wood, the sound of laughter in the distance, your sins gone for good.

@vcblue x @rxignvc - a white converse sneaker/a blood spattered golden watch.

hint: the regal and the benevloent. elite and then the poor, where they walk under red lights, a woman’s face to your delight.

@vctyndrids x @vcabsinthe - a burnt black bible/photo of a sonogram

hint: money, medicine and screams, though underneath it all is not what it seems.

@vc-hmj x @xhaisevc - a vial of blood/the mask of kitsune mid bite.

hint: blood territory they say, poles, booze and fun. though when their leader is done with you, what is left would be none.

@vcbriar x @vcldavid - a melted doll head

hint: lush green grass and a stage for the ages, death and destruction for the settlement in their pages, for here has become a place of comfort, though it’s history a distorted image of death.

@shinwoovc x @vc-csb - bloody hand cuffs/a lotus flower

hint: dank and dark, leather all around, the howling of a wolf the only sound.

[gothsic]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

tagged by: @citialiin​ suplexes you into the sun bc i luv u tagging:   whomever wants to !!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. DISGUST – Filth, filth, it’s all filth. Everyone is squirming underneath his boot heel, and they’re doing it with a smile. How awful. And yet, he can’t help but smile right back at them. So delighted that they understand their place. If only he could sleep, he might very well get some god-damned peace...

002. ISOLATION – Why is it that looking at the sea reminds him so much of the things that he’d lost? Maybe that’s why he spends so much time sitting out there in the sand, looking out at the ocean as it ebbs and flows, leaves behind the darkened, wet sand. Sometimes, he planted footprints there, and watched them vanish as the water took them away. And no, it wasn’t a comfort. It was, maybe, some sort of reminder to himself.

003. ENVY – WHY does it always have to be that way? Smiling faces admiring another’s work - someone younger than him... he wants it all. He’ll take it for himself if he has to. Why can it not be him at all hours of the day? Always worshipped, always admired. Look at his talent, bask in it... but why do they all head the opposite direction? Could it be that... he’s losing relevance? No, it couldn’t be. And yet, that pain in his stomach simply won’t go away...

004.YEARNING – He has always had a habit of grabbing at things he can’t have. If he can’t have it, he only wants it more. Once he has it, he holds onto it as if he had been utterly fulfilled every which way.

005. RAGE  – Always seeing red, always wanting nothing more than to tear at those that denied him a chance at success. Claws that have grown over the years, from frustrated, suppressed anger that originated from the time he was born, perhaps. Now, they slash at whatever they can find; not enough to kill, but enough to leave a scar. A wound. A reminder that he was there once.

GREETINGS:

001. A sarcastic remark, a seemingly chatty man. He seems to have opinions on everything, no matter what the subject. He seems remarkably interested in you, but only insofar as to how involved you are in the subject at hand.

002. He offers you a half-smile. A laid-back appearance. Extends his hand to meet yours to greet you. When you shake his hand, you make note of how strangely callous his hands are. How cold they are, made even colder by the metal rings on his fingers that brush uncomfortably against your skin.

003. He pokes fun at you, makes jokes. But they’re never meant to necessarily harm you. That would be rude, oh no. He can be a bit much, but he only means to make you laugh. But there’s still a strange distance to him. You can’t seem to penetrate him, necessarily - no matter how you may retort. But maybe, if you say something right on point at the right moment, he might just remember you.

004. After an exciting conversation, he asks for your number. Or your contact details. Anything to potentially arrange another meeting down the line. It’s a sign that you’ve attracted his attention in some way. Maybe he’ll contact you down the line.

005. Perhaps, after some time of meeting, if you’re lucky, he’ll show you his genuine smile rather than his half-smile. Right then, you realize that the man you met way back when may actually have more secrets than you could have ever comprehended - if his smile was fake, what else is fake?

COLOURS:

001. Pitch black, of course - the color of choice for the ex-goth.

002. Crimson red, the color of beating hearts and throbbing flesh.

003. Forest green, the color of D.’s forest before it began to rot as a consequence of his deteriorating psyche.

004. Murky blue, the color of the ocean at midnight as the moon is hidden in the Los Angeles smog. It seems endless the more he looks into it.

005. Earthy brown, the color of Annie’s sweater the night she vanished into the darkness forever.

SCENTS:

001. A consistent reek of cigarette smoke on his clothes, his breath, his every word.

002. A faint scent of hair gel and mousse - faintly applied, to keep his hair as voluminous as possible.

003. The equally as faint trace of after shave after he’s taken care of himself. Though there is a stronger smell of hair dye, as he obsessively covers every white hair that may emerge on his head.

004. The strong smell of permanent marker, inking pens, and lead from his furious sketching.

005. Then, there’s his own natural smell - cinnamon mixed with a musty pine; it’s a bit like the smell of a forest filled with pine trees after a heavy rain. Overwhelming, powerful, and stuffy.

CLOTHING:

001. Three skull rings on each hand, on your index, middle, and ring fingers. It’s perfect symmetry, and they shine against whatever light might hit it. But they are always so very cold to the touch.

002. Black, black, and more black - but the occasional muted green or brown enters the palette. Never any colors brighter than those, however - it would be far too much of an eyesore for someone like him.

003. Three gold and black earrings on the top of his ears. Again, symmetry is key. Keeping that image of control and collection is exactly what he wishes above all things; that alternative look.

004. Combat boots, black and laced up to the top. They’re impeccably buffed and shined, though the soles look a little worse for wear. It must be all the walking he does at night when sleep simply won’t come.

005. Baggy shirts and sweaters, occasionally dress shirts, that hide his figure. He’s disproportionate, far too thin; the longer the clothes, the better he can hide how odd and lanky he truly is from his point of view.

OBJECTS:

001. His drawing tablet, always sketching something idly while at home and daydreaming. There are hundreds of random sketches collected on the pages, though some consistencies are quite visible if one took a closer look. 

002. His collection of various statuettes and figurines. He has placed them in detolfs for everyone to see, fawn over, and be amazed by. If anyone so much as looks incorrectly at his more precious ones, he will have a close eye on them in fear that they will somehow break merely by being looked at.

003. Signed copy of one of the few produced vinyl records of Oingo Boingo’s Forbidden Zone hanging on his wall. It’s framed, and he’s very proud of it! Often shows it off, in fact. He’s a big fan of theirs.

004. A safety deposit box filled with his biggest secrets - specifically a thumb drive filled with Annie’s e-mails to him. He backed them up there so he can read them on occasion and not have people discover them on his actual computer - he’s quite the paranoid man.

005. Post-its on the walls of his workroom. There is literally no more space for plaster, only post-its of notes and ideas that he has while he conducts research for his next project.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. OBSESSIVENESS - Look at him, so utterly fixated on someone who will never love him back. But what he feels isn’t love, oh no. It’s rather a completely unhealthy adoration and veneration of someone he felt understood him. But it is arrogant, of course, to assume that you are so complex as to feel as if there are only a select few who understand you ( in his very unfortunate case ). He has gone to horrific lengths to keep tabs on Annie, and does so as covertly as possible. Nowadays, he uses his intelligence to fuel his obsessive tendencies.

002. LYING - Covers the truth up with layers and layers of sarcasm and lies so that he, or rather his true self, can never be discovered. The result is that he keeps people in a web of extremely elaborate deception, the likes of which they can never escape. But there are cracks in the facades occasionally, they just have to be found.

003. COVETING YOUTH - He is so obsessed with youth that he cannot handle anybody or anything maintaining the status that he had when he was their age (20s, in other words). He especially applies it to himself, though no amount of primping and covering up the blemishes on his face can ever erase the fact that he’s slowly growing crow’s feet around his eyes, made even worse by the bags under them - and my, they’re growing a fine mixture of blue and purple, like fresh bruises.

004. UNWARRANTED SELF IMPORTANCE - He is completely self centered, and thinks of the entire world on his own terms. This is how he’s been wired ever since he can remember, and he always puts himself and his survival first. He makes friends and connections based on this principle, and has a great amount of pride because of this. It is unfortunate, but it is one of his biggest flaws and ultimately what has led him down the slippery slope to irrelevance and isolation.

005. LACK OF EMPATHY - On top of being self involved, he struggles to feel for the plight of others. In fact, it can be said he struggles to feel much of anything, as he worries far more for his current predicament rather than for the difficulties of those in his life. He will only assist or even understand if he can relate in some way from personal experience, or if it benefits him and his career. There is very rarely an instance he will help someone or something because he feels it is the right thing to do.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. The aforementioned half-smile - the Jonathan trademark, something he has rehearsed ever since his career started to take off. Perhaps even before then, while he was still in high school. It is boyish, youthful, playful - and it is always followed by a sarcastic or joking remark.

002. Hands in pockets - The sign of deceit, hiding something, keeping his distance from you. He is very secretive at all times, and often feels uncomfortable in social situations, and feel better as long as he has his hands in his pockets. That said...

003. Wild gesticulations - When passionately discussing something, he has a tendency to make hand movements of all kinds. Circling his hands, stretching his arms out, pointing, doing anything and everything to get his point across. He becomes expressive in a rather charismatic way. It’s truly odd, considering how often he keeps his hands in his pockets.

004. Hunched over - Slouching half the time, his true height is hidden by this decision to constantly look as if he’s three inches shorter than he is. Rather it is a symptom of his insecurity over his appearance ( he does think he’s weird looking to begin with ), or from a life of leaning over a desk, he certainly rarely stands up straight.

005. Leaning on his right foot versus the left - When standing, and talking to someone, he always puts all his weight on his right foot, and leans to that side. It’s his dominant side, and it gives him his lackadaisical appearance. This likely helps people approach him in many ways.

AESTHETICS:

001. BIOMECHANICS. - Feeling flesh on metal is one of the most skin-crawling sensations, but Jonathan is fascinated with it. He draws it, he lives and breathes it, one of his favorite films of all time is Tetsuo: The Iron Man. Not because he himself would want to put metal on his body, but the very idea is where he believes humanity is headed in the next decade or two. Biomechanics, while cold, is something that gives Jonathan some sense of comfort - that there is a way to marry technology and flesh. Maybe he, too, can be a biomechanical humanoid - so he fantasizes.

002. GOTH ( AS IT SHOULD BE ). - A goth since his teen years, Jonathan knows the fashion and subculture inside and out; or at least, he did once. Though an ex-goth from his early 30s, he still maintains some interest in the culture all the same. He may have stopped dying his hair and wearing “goth” accessories and clothes, but he enjoys the lifestyle and still generally keeps it close to his heart. Just don’t call him Goth Bomb.

003. BODY HORROR. - Flesh mutating and intermingling with itself, a David Cronenberg nightmare that he experienced firsthand in his own dreams. Eyes in places they shouldn’t be, hair where it should never grow... the list goes on and on. It, like biomechanics, sends chills running up and down his spine in a way that excites him. Perhaps he is like Tetsuo, a man who finds a grotesque fascination in manipulating the flesh with the unnatural. But in this case, it’s how naturally manipulation can occur without the introduction of foreign objects, to word it somewhat scientifically...

004. SCI-FI HORROR. - The darkness of space, it’s vastness. It’s quite horrifying, the more he thinks about it. But it’s exciting too. All the possibilities that lie in the stars, all the worlds he could visit as someone quite tired of Earth... but what horrors await behind each planet, each moon, even within each star? They would simply jump at the chance to devour an unimportant human whole, and Jonathan is unsure if he wants to take that chance. All the same, he dreams of that world, hoping that one day he may get to experience it - but, perhaps, from a distance. 

005. DEEP COLORS IN CINEMATOGRAPHY / CHIAROSCURO. - Intense lighting, mood lighting, anything that brings out the terror or intensity of a scene is something Jonathan imitates in his works. By deep colors, it is meant that he adores the use of intense reds, blues, and purples in cinema - these often pop up in his work as mood lighting for his set pieces. They signal to him a fantasy world that is not our own. Chiaroscuro simply refers to the film noir technique that he grew to adore from a young age. The harsh black against white, signalling mystery and evil lying behind every corner entranced that young and intelligent mind, sparked his terrified imagination to what monsters could hide in the faces of his favorite noir protagonists...

SONGS / PIECES:

001. montezuma ── fleet foxes 

002. little lennon ──   asian kung fu generation

003. sabertooth tiger   ──   cage the elephant

004. controller   ──   oingo boingo

005. dark entries  ── bauhaus

[omuse]

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  kihwan  choi  was  known  as  the  analytical  &  capable  police  officer  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  ji changwook  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  unaffiliated  noble vampire  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  reserved  &  doubtful  .   let’s  see  how  long  the  wonderland  native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only  thirty  years  old  .   + he  /  him  &  cis  male  ,   original  character.

it’s kay again, with her eleventh muse 😱 as usual, i’m 20, go by she / her pronouns and reside in the gmt + 3 timezone ! i’m bringing an older muse i missed so much, one with a tragic past, who is a police officer and very, very protective over his family. husband of the perfect ahreum & father of the lovely ambrose, he loves his family so so much ! as always, please don’t hesitate to hit me up to plot, and if you give this a like, i’ll im you instead. under the cut you will find his bio, a very concise summary as well as some plot ideas, general tws for violence and death below —

BIOGRAPHY

001.

they don’t have a glorious romance story, nor a star-crossed lovers storyline. byungchul and jaeun meet through friends, and decide they get along well. it doesn’t happen in the way that a love arrow pierces through their hearts, blood hot in their veins — it’s simple, two people getting along, a detective and a teacher, one of high rank and one favourite of small children, they find company in each other, and don’t need much else.

the decision to make a family for themselves begin quickly after their relationship, both of considerable age, they don’t want to wait any longer, their elderly pressing in on all sides, wanting a grandchild before they see their last days. and so, the choi family has kihwan a year after the couple’s marriage, both elated to have a little son to raise.

as he grows up, things begin to get more complicated, byungchul has one too many assignments working in the force, the more power means more responsibilities, a bigger toll on his shoulders. times are long and hard, and as a captain of a precinct, he needs to be sharp, on his toes. let alone the bitter taste of bureaucracy in his tongue, he has to keep the community safe, and that is too much to bear in itself.

he works hard, and she works hard at the kindergarten too; at first it isn’t too much of a problem after maternity leave, and a couple of years later, jaeun can simply take him to work with her. it’s as he grows old, their presence in his life starts to fade, his father working overtime too often while his mother needs all of her attention on work, preparing tasks and making sure to help children as much as she can. their age doesn’t help much either, and kihwan’s simply there, eager for a glance or a pat on the back.

in a city as gorgeous as his, it isn’t a bad childhood by any means, but as a child, he still yearns for family breakfasts, pulling his parents from their arms so they can all visit the fair, go to a park, anything. usually met with a shake of a head and a murmur of “not now, we’re busy.” there’s little kihwan can do, and it begins with making small troubles at school, wherever he is, just to get that bit of extra attention, so that his parents will get called into school. he doesn’t like the reprimands one bit, but he can’t find himself stopping either, walking on the edge of childhood misbehavior and actual trouble. it’s a thin line, but he manages to walk on it, and he learns once he’s known as the troublemaker, small success stories get a lot more recognition than they used to.

002.

it’s when he’s in seventh grade the couple begin to have little fights, both tense for reasons kihwan has no idea about, things that have nothing to do with his falling grades. he tries asking them, eavesdropping on their conversations; the hushed whispers they exchange, his father hunched over a table with his face in his hands. they seem… worried, and the fights aren’t even because of each other, but something else kihwan can’t put his finger on. it angers him, the little time they used to have all together seems to be tainted for no reason, both of the adults far off in their minds.

it’s a night like any other when kihwan throws another of his fits, leaving school and not heading home, immature anger of a toddler in his veins as he walks through the streets aimlessly, wanting to do anything but go home. he wanders, kicking rocks and walking to the beach, sand soft under his shoes as he walks, so much that after a point they are filled with it. the panic comes afterwards, when the soft rays of sun begin to leave the earth, painting the sky a hue of orange. he frowns, having spent enough time with himself to realize he may have been overreacting — maybe he just lost hours from his time with his family, even though it wouldn’t be as joyful as he would have liked. it takes a few more hours, kihwan so utterly lost before he finds his way to a familiar street and to home, shame burning his cheeks red. he knocks on the door, expecting reprimands and punishment. it’s not what greets, it’s his mom instead, tear tracks on her face as she pulls him into an embrace, cradling him as if he was a baby again.

“i was scared, so scared —” it’s a night he doesn’t forget, his dad rushing home half an hour after to embrace him too. it’s the attention he has wanted for so long, but it doesn’t make sense, not until he learns about his father’s case, the thing that has been upsetting his parents for so long. at that moment, kihwan is clueless, and basks in his parents’ attention, crying and apologizing himself, little clue as to what’s going on.

003.

thinking back now, he feels guiltier than ever, almost four months after his little runaway adventure, he goes back home again, and an empty flat greets him. hours pass with him alone, in front of the phone waiting for mom or dad —- but neither comes. it’s late in the night when his aunt unlocks the door with teary eyes, kihwan looking up to her for an explanation, anything. she’s tongue tied, but in the end, he learns his mother has passed away.

they say that their neighborhood was a spot for vampires to hunt, and jaeun stepped up to save one of her pupils and got mortally wounded. kihwan cries and throws more fits, unable to accept the truth, not wanting to accept the truth. his father is a mess too, the dark circles under his eyes look purple, his face set but ready to crumble at the same time. it’s guilt that weighs the man down, and no matter what kihwan does, he can’t get anything out of him, nothing but a pat on the back alongside an apology. an apology kihwan doesn’t understand.

004.

life turns bleaker after that, his father takes even more jobs than possible, and kihwan is under his aunt’s care until he’s in high school, old enough to take care of himself at home. his attention seeking acts diminish to nothing, the troublemaker child quiets down, closes up just like his father did, an invisible wall between them as if they are not the person they used to be anymore. the place they called home feels anything but, and for their own reasons, both of them feel guilty, and they can’t shake it off no matter what they try.

it’s during this time that he looks for ways to distance himself, find his own self in a world that seems to be against him. he picks up hobbies and drops them, friends coming and leaving, no one staying for long. it’s during a private piano lesson that he meets ahreum, and she turns his life around. he falls in love with her, wants to spend every moment of his life with the woman. there is enlistment on the horizon, but she agrees to wait for him, and as soon as the time comes, he goes to to fulfil his enlistment duties, not wanting to be anywhere near the house again. his father seems content with kihwan’s decision — if the smallest of reactions is a clue enough — and he doesn’t need much else before packing and leaving, intending to leave a lot of the past behind. there is only ahreum for him in his future, and he looks forward to finishing his mandatory training.

if anything else, the military service hardens him even more, an inexperienced sullen boy turning into a man with sharp edges. he likes the structure of the military, but the rigorous training takes its toll, making him want to work harder so that he’ll take less shit if he trips during one of the drills. he works out and makes connections, here and there, walking around town during their free time, not even thinking about going back to actual home.

when the enlistment is over, ahreum and kihwan make their relationship official. however, a few obstacles are thrown their way. the major obstacle is kihwan learning that ahreum is not a regular human, but a vampire instead, the very same species he used to despise. it’s hard to get used to that fact, but love triumphs over. kihwan is unable to accept that ahreum can be the mean spirited creature he used to believe all vampire were. he accepts her, and she accepts him.

005.

they start a life together, perfect little house, ambrose as their child. it isn’t conventional by any means, how ambrose is much older than kihwan, but it doesn’t matter, he loves his family so much, he would do anything to make sure they were happy, safe. and that’s what brings the first downfall- a blood-thirsty and panicked ambrose comes to him for help, and kihwan knows he won’t be able to deny him this. he lets him feed off of him- the bloodthirst winning over rationality, and if it weren’t for the right interruption at the right time, he knows he would have died.

ambrose’s sent away to wonderland- as a punishment or as a lesson kihwan, a bit of both. kihwan doesn’t know which will happen, but all he knows is that it breaks his heart to be away from his son, and he knows ahreum feels the same way to. a while later, they can’t keep away from him anymore, and decide to move to wonderland as well, to make their family whole again. kihwan continues to work as a police officer, ready to keep his family safe and happy.

SUMMARY

— his mom a teacher, his father was a police officer. a troublemaker, he acted out as a kid to get their attention, which didn’t work so well. one night he ran away, worried the hell out of his parents, more so than usual. 

— it turned out a serial killer is on the loose, but kihwan learned it much later, when his mother was murdered by a vampire trying to protect one of her pupils. his father grew distant, which made him feel even lonelier after such loss.

— he distanced himself too, trained to become a police officer, wanting to protect other families. meanwhile, he fell in love with ahreum, it was a while later he learned she was a vampire, and she brought down all his misconceptions, turned him from the bitter man he was to someone much happier.

— he sees ambrose as a son, and is very protective over him. after an instance when rosie went overboard, he was sent away, but now, the parents are back to see him, and to stay for good. they missed him a lot. kihwan is ready to protecc w all he has !!

PLOT IDEAS

childhood friends / acquaintances

that one Vampire who killed his mom

people he worked with during military

enemies / friends / dislikes ?

people he arrests on the regular

someone he wants to catch bc they committed a crime but they keep slipping

any and all !

and that’s ki ! i hope this makes sense, and as always, i would love to do plots & connections for him, so don’t hesitate to hit me up or give this a like and i will come your way <3

[isolaradiale]

At the stroke of midnight, for the first time since everything had begun, the girl in the sky began to show some activity other than eating. 

“Note for my records: Spica’s theory that the threat of death, even if only bluffing, being enough to motivate people to work together was 90% accurate. Self-preservation... is important to the living.” 

Her commentary was broadcast across the city as dead televisions came back to life, and every cellphone be it powered or not lit up and recharged. 

“Regardless, the beacons have all been placed. Phase 2 can now commence.” 

Doll-jointed fingers extended outward with her arms before she brought them to opposing sides, bringing several holographic monitors up in their wake. The wings on her back began to glow a light blue, and from each beacon location in the city a ray of light shot upwards towards the sky, each of the same blue. The light from some was brighter than others, twelve in number scattered around the whole of the circular city’s layout. 

“Behold. Your new home.” She smacked the center monitor with a deadpanned “HYA!” and for all but a split second, the image of a functional city was overlain over the ruined cityscape. 

As quickly as the image appeared, however, it flickered away. The beacon lights all turned a dark red along with Ofiuco’s displays, wings, and eyes.

“Ah... The Overlay Protocol was... infected? A... virus?” Eyes darted blankly from screen to screen, before she turned around in midair to take in the city view. “Irregularities forming. Monsters leaking in.” 

Aside from the twelve brightest beacons, the rest seemed to dim away. 

“Control reclaimed at Construction Points 001 to 012. Firewall: Activated. I suggest all citizens of Spirale move to one of the glowing lights immediately. This is an emergency.”

Around the hole beneath her, pockets of data began to take form. At first, they took a mosaic shape, the true form of what was being created vaguely obscured for a moment before monsters of all shapes and sizes solidified into existence and attacked nearby residents indiscriminately. It wasn’t just around the hole that was occurring: all throughout the city the same phenomenon occurred. The only place they didn’t seem to appear was within the territory of light surrounding each of the twelve beacons, though they seemed able to wander in with a little effort.

“Manually booting preservation systems. Temporary respawn workaround: Patched In. Accessing weapons archive to redistribute proper weaponry. Returning reality-defying abilities---

“ERROR. System: Overloaded. Territory: Insufficient. Abilities must be returned in temporary bursts.” The android droned on in the background, yet the threat to the citizens of the island continued to amplify. Tens of beasts became hundreds, then thousands. 

“Before we can repair Phase 2, you need to cull the population of invaders. I have given you the tools to persevere. The strong should protect the weak... yadda yadda...” 

Weapons would appear before each islander, materializing from a pale blue light. For those that had their own from their own world, it was returned, and for those with no experience, generic blades and guns were provided. 

“A hack this elaborate... the time limit is 240 hours... 10 days. It will take me until then to restore functions. You have that long to stay ‘alive.’” A wall of speakers slowly began to take shape around the hole until it was completely concealed. “And I will provide... the tunes.”

“In the wise words of someone, somewhere... YOU CAN’T ESCAPE FROM CROSSING FATE.”

“...Oh, ignore that.” Too meta.

Welcome to Overlay: Part II! We hope you’re enjoying things so far.

To give a general idea of what is happening, the Overlay Protocol has been activated in the city. Thready-looking skeletons of buildings have started to form around the city, but a virus has made it so that aggressive monsters have also started appearing faster than the buildings. These monsters have to be taken out before the Overlay Protocol can be repaired. That’s where the residents come in!

Characters must travel to one of the twelve Construction Points across the city, areas basked in a pale red light that prevent monsters from spawning within them. These areas can be used as ‘safe zones’ for characters that are non-combat oriented. Monsters are drawn to these points for some reason, but the natural barrier prevents them from accessing it easily. You can choose to protect these points or take the fight directly to them!

There are three Construction Zones per Ward. Points 001-003 are in the Northwest. Points 004-006 are in the Northeast. Points 007-009 are in the Southeast. Points 010-012 are in the Southwest.

For the duration of this event, characters will be returned their weapons. In the case that the character does not fight, a generic blade or gun will be provided for them. However any powers associated with that weapon will only be available if unlocked.

For the non-combat types, there’s plenty to do back in the safe zones regarding helping and supporting others.

For five minutes at random every in-character hour, each character’s powers will be fully restored to help with the combat efforts. If your character already has powers unlocked, those powers will be retained but flicker in and out every few minutes.

Characters cannot effectively die during this event. If they reach a point where an individual might ‘die’, they will instead become fragmented. Physically speaking, they become translucent and are unable to utilize powers or move quickly. To remove the fragmented condition, your character must return to a safe zone for six in-character hours before rejoining the battlefield.

Regarding the monsters that spawn throughout the city: for the most part, they’re your generic ghosts and goblin-type enemies you could find in stereotypical fantasy fiction. However, if a character from a world of monsters ventures out past a Construction Point’s safety light, monsters from their world may materialize nearby. It is okay to take advantage of this provided you don’t bring in anything too overpowered, and the monsters themselves must not have the same level of awareness as a human. If you’re not sure if a monster would be allowed, please send the masterlist a message!

Portions of buildings can appear at random during these encounters. They are largely incomplete, but can serve as quick cover (or quick hindrance) as characters battle against the incursion.

You are not required to keep your groups from Part I, however if you wish to continue threading with them, that’s fine too!

For those joining us after Part II begins, you can still claim the flat prize reward by writing two threads (with different characters) of 500+ words using Part II′s premise. 

Part II will end on August 2nd.

And that’s all! Please enjoy the rest of Part II and look forward to the conclusion!

written by mod altair.

[durifmdarchived]

⎿ MISSING PUZZLE PIECES LINK. ⏋

loneliness; it’s a feeling that park duri knows all too well. it’s a feeling among other feelings that occurs into the puzzle pieces that are missing within him. he’s always a little sad, but because he doesn’t want to burden people, he always keeps to himself how he’s feeling. want to take a look inside his head? under the cut, each song has a description to explain how he’s feeling. 

001. lonely by sistar bee ⏤ 002. wide awake by katy perry ⏤ 003. loser by bigbang ⏤ 004. empty by winner ⏤ 005. sleep tight by highlight decipher ⏤ 006. human by christina perri ⏤ 007. breathe me by sia ⏤ 008. my turn to cry by exo knight ⏤ 009. rain by taeyeon ⏤ 010. rain by bts origin. 

001. lonely by sistar bee. 

as already stated, loneliness is something that duri often feels. even if he’s in a room full of people, a smile on his face, and just talking the night away; he feels as if he’s alone because of how much he isolates people from the sadness that’s occurring due to the missing piece of his heart that had left him when his parents left to live among the stars; as well as how he allows himself to suffer on his own, in silence, pretending like those things don’t happen to him. he believes that people might simply forget about him at some point, even though it’s clearly untrue because of how many friends he makes everywhere he goes. but, it’s something that he can’t help but to feel. 

with time, everything will be forgotten and so will you... that’s what’s really sad. . .

002. wide awake by katy perry.

it took a really long while for duri to finally come to terms with the fact that there was again, something mentally wrong with him. it was something that he denied once he got bad again, thinking that maybe it was just some kind of phrase that he got back again; as if he wasn’t still easily startled or that it wasn’t well up kept throughout his life in general. but, finally, as he felt everything came crumbling down around him. he finally came wide awake that he was indeed, still suffering. but, that doesn’t mean he’s going to get help. . . 

thunder rumbling, castles crumbling, i am trying to hold on. . .

003. loser by bigbang. 

he’s a loser. it’s as simple as that. well, he might not actually be a loser, but he truly feels like he’s one. he’s a coward that pretends to be “tough,” more so in a way where nothing is wrong and that he’s fine, but he’s really not fine what so ever. a jackass covered with scars on his heart. he wouldn’t be such a loser, if he just asked for help.

loser, loner. a coward who pretends to be tough. . .

004. empty by winner. 

is it normal to feel empty? feel an empty spot in your part that might never get fulfilled again because when your parents left the earth, they took that part with them? it’s one of his missing puzzle pieces that are lost within himself. whenever there’s the feeling of loneliness, he gets the feeling of emptiness. everything around him is just empty, that’s how it is.

my reflection in the mirror is so empty, as if there’s nothing there. i walk alone on the street but this empty street feels so empty. 

005. sleep tight by highlight decipher.

one of the things that duri so badly wants in life is to sleep tight. while he does get a few peaceful nights of sleep; he can never really sleep tight like someone might normally would. he’s worried he may come face to face with a nightmare about the event in his childhood or he might just sleep for a few hours, before being awake for the rest of the night. some nights, he doesn’t even go to sleep because his mind and body just won’t let him, no matter how tired he may feel. he’d do anything to just get it at least once.

i hate seeing the sun after staying up all night. i really wanna sleep, sleep, tight wanna sleep, sleep, tight. . .

006. human by christina perri.

as the song states, duri is only human. while he may seem perfect due to his really friendly nature, how soft he really is, the talents he carries, his smarts, and everything else in between. he’s really just a normal human being, who isn’t all that perfect. he wishes he could be completely perfect, but thus he’s suffering and he’ll never be as perfect as he may seem on the front cover.

i’m only human. . . and i bleed when i fall down . . .

007. breathe me by sia. 

everyone needs someone, especially when they’re feeling lonely. that couldn’t hold more truth for duri, as he continues to lose himself in secret due to him isolating himself from his own issues; scared of burden those around him. even though he’s really good at listening to his own heart, he isn’t quite good at listening to his heart when it tells him to reach out to someone. even if he now has someone who knows about what’s going on with him.

be my friend, hold me. wrap me up, unfold me. i am small, I'm needy. warm me up and breathe me. . .

008. my turn to cry by exo knight.

an easy crier, it’s how he’s been since he was young. duri has always been sensitive. maybe even a little bit over sensitive, but it’s okay. most times, when he’s going to cry, he’ll lock himself in the bathroom, and turn on the shower water so no one can hear him and question him on what was happening. though, he’ll still cry in front of other people if it’s something that he can’t hold in (he’s more than definlately done it on hello counselor when hearing some of the stories.) nonetheless, it’s his turn to cry for himself.   

with a sad heart, I opened the curtains. with my moonlight-stained tears, i send you a letter. . .

009. rain by taeyeon. 

on rainy days, he can’t help but to feel a bit of loneliness fill within his heart. rainy days are when he misses his parents the most, knowing that they’re not basking in their sunny spot on that day. it’s nice that they have one another, he knows they’re okay, they’re peaceful. but, could you blame a boy who lost his parents young, who’s memories are blurry within his mind, that he still misses them far into his twenties? is it wrong that he gets so lonely on those days thinking about them? rain falls down on him, spreading pain throughout, and he feels it. . . all he does is feel pain.

fallen raindrops atop my two palms gilling full with loneliness it spills into my heart. . .

010. rain by bts origin.

rainy days are the worst on the days that duri is just miserable within his own mind. when he had gotten no sleep the night before because his body just wouldn’t let him go to sleep. the calm knocking of rain against his window was nice, but it only reminded him about how miserable the day to come was going to be; it was almost like a tiny sign as he laid there in the dark, staying at his ceiling as he wished among hidden stars for a night of sleep. as the day moves forward, he looks outside the window to meet with raindrops falling down. in a sense, they were like the raindrops that fell within his own heart. funny how the works, right?

the thick color of a rainy day in seoul; i still can’t fall asleep as i fade away. . .

[inquisitorshq]

     𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 CLOTHO,  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙻 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂. 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 WOOJIN MOON, 32, 𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆�� 𝙰𝚂 GIN, 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 JEJU, SOUTH KOREA. 

001.

they don’t have a glorious romance story, nor a starcrossed lovers storyline. byungchul and jaeun meet through friends, and decide they get along well. it doesn’t happen in the way that a love arrow pierces through their hearts, blood hot in their veins — it’s simple, two people getting along, a detective and a teacher, one of high rank and one favourite of small children, they find company in each other, and don’t need much else.

the decision to make a family for themselves begin quickly after their relationship, both of considerable age, they don’t want to wait any longer, their elderly pressing in on all sides, wanting a grandchildren before they see their last days. and so, the moon family has woojin a year after the couple’s marriage, both elated to have a little son to raise.

as he grows up, things begin to get more complicated, byungchul has one too many assignments working in the force, the more power means more responsibilities, a bigger toll on his shoulders. times are long and hard, and as a captain of a precinct, he needs to be sharp, on his toes. let alone the bitter taste of bureaucracy in his tongue, he has to keep the community safe, and that is too much to bear in itself.

he works hard, and she works hard at the kindergarten too, at first it isn’t too much of a problem after maternity leave, and a couple of years after jaeun can simply take him to work with her. it’s as he grows old, their presence in his life starts to fade, his father going on too many missions while his mother needs all of her attention on work, preparing tasks and making sure to help children as much as she can. their age doesn’t help much either, and woojin’s simply there, eager for a glance or a pat on the back.

in a city as gorgeous as jeju, it isn’t a bad childhood by any means, but as a child, he still years for family breakfasts, pulling his parents from their arms so they can all visit the fair, go to a park, anything. usually met with a shake of a head and a murmur of “not now, we’re busy.” there’s little woojin can do, and it begins with making small troubles at school, wherever he is, just to get that bit of extra attention, so that his parents will get called into school. he doesn’t like the reprimands one bit, but he can’t find himself stopping either, walking on the edge of childhood misbehavior and actual trouble. it’s a thin line, but he manages to walk on it, and he learns once he’s known as the troublemaker, small success stories get a lot more recognition than they used to.

002.

it’s when he’s in seventh grade the couple begin to have little fights, both tense for reasons woojin has no idea about, things that have nothing to do with his falling grades. he tries asking them, eavesdropping on their conversations; the hushed whispers they exchange, his father hunched over a table with his face in his hands. they seem… worried, and the fights aren’t even because of each other, but something else woojin can’t put his finger on. it angers him, the little time they used to have all together seems to be tainted for no reason, both of the adults far off in their minds.

it’s a night like any other when woojin throws another of his fits, leaving school and not heading home, immature anger of a toddler in his veins as he walks through the streets aimlessly, wanting to do anything but go home. he wanders, kicking rocks and walking to the beach, sand soft under his shoes as he walks, so much that after a point they are filled with it. the panic comes afterwards, when the soft rays of sun begin to leave the earth, painting the sky a hue of orange. he frowns, having spent enough time with himself to realize he may have been overreacting — maybe he just lost hours from his time with his family, even though it wouldn’t be as joyful as he would have liked. it takes a few more hours, woojin so utterly lost before he finds his way to a familiar street and to home, shame burning his cheeks red. he knocks on the door, expecting reprimands and punishment. it’s not what greets, it’s his mom instead, tear tracks on her face as she pulls him into an embrace, cradling him as if he was a baby again.

“i was scared, so scared —” it’s a night he doesn’t forget, his dad rushing home half an hour after to embrace him too. it’s the attention he has wanted for so long, but it doesn’t make sense, not until he learns about his father’s case, the thing that has been upsetting his parents for so long. at that moment, woojin is clueless, and basks in his parents’ attention, crying and apologizing himself, little clue as to what’s going on.

003.

thinking back now, he feels guiltier than ever, almost four months after his little runaway adventure, he goes back home again, and an empty flat greets him. hours pass with him alone, in front of the phone waiting for mom or dad —- but neither comes. it’s late in the night when his aunt unlocks the door with teary eyes, woojin looking up to her for an explanation, anything. she’s tongue tied, but in the end, he learns his mother has passed away.

they say that it had been someone targeting children, and jaeun stepped up to save one of her pupils and got mortally wounded. woojin cries and throws more fits, unable to accept the truth, not wanting to accept the truth. his father is a mess too, the dark circles under his eyes look purple, his face set but ready to crumble at the same time. it’s guilt that weighs the man down, and no matter what woojin tries, he can’t get anything out of him, nothing but a pat on the back alongside an apology. an apology woojin doesn’t understand.

004.

life turns more bleak after that, his father takes even more jobs than possible, and woojin is under his aunt’s care until he’s in high school, old enough to take care of himself at home. his attention seeking acts diminish to nothing, the troublemaker child quiets down, closes up just like his father did, an invisible wall between them as if they are not the person they used to be anymore. the place they called home feels anything but, and for their own reasons, both of them feel guilty, and they can’t shake it off no matter what they try.

as soon as he turns eighteen, he decides to go fulfil his enlistment duties, not wanting to be anywhere near the house again. his father seems content with woojin’s decision — if the smallest of reactions is a clue enough — and he doesn’t need much else before packing and leaving, intending to leave a lot of the past behind.

if anything else, the military service hardens him even more, an inexperienced sullen boy turning into a man with sharp edges. he likes the structure of the military, but the rigorous training takes its toll, making him want to work harder so that he’ll take less shit if he trips during one of the drills. he works out and makes connections, here and there, walking around town during their free time, not even thinking about going back to actual home. it’s not home anymore after all, and woojin’s not sure if he’s going to have one again anytime soon.

005.

even though he despises getting orders from someone, to the end of his enlistment, he finds himself pretty good at what he does. he’s good at using weapons, good at leading his juniors when it comes to it. and then again, there’s that inherent curiosity and wish for a thrill, danger — wanting to do something else that will excite him endlessly.

after he leaves the military base, he moves to seoul, a small apartment flat and picks up little jobs here and there, sensing the nightlife and the scene. a few of his acquaintances in the army offer some more connections, and through one thing or the other, he finds himself working for a smuggling ring, weapons, drugs, anything of high value. it’s that same structure again that he loves, and he rises up in the ranks easily, discreet and good at what he does. it gives him joy, and through one of those jobs he gets the offer from the inquisitors. it’s at a time when the gang is getting worse, whispers of moles going around, the threat of police catching wind of what they’re doing. the timing couldn’t be more impeccable, and considering the hefty paycheck, woojin agrees.

006.

he spends years as an inquisitor, missions upon missions, traveling from one place to another; sights, adventures he never could have dreamed of. he’s lucky, and he knows it, works harder to become a bigger part of the team. from a weapons specialist to a strategist, he shows his worth to iuppiter enough times that he deems him worthy to be one of the strategists. with duty heavy on his shoulders, woojin takes great responsibility through his title, and does his best to uphold being worthy of such a group.

due to his time spent with his dad under solitude, and a long time spent in the army and a smuggling ring, woojin is very uptight. he doesn’t tolerate messing around when they’re on a mission, and is always on his toes — sometimes a bit too much. however, because he spent so many years with the team, he became adaptable, knowing how to change things immediately if a situation arises, or if one of the team members gets hurt. it’s his duty after all, and woojin does his best not to regret a decision he makes on a mission. 

the misplaced guilt of his mothers death is still a scar deep down, and he pays great attention to safety first, a lot more than what they are actually after. it’s the members who make a team, and woojin cares about them more than whatever they are after. however, because of his upbringing, this care usually manifests as curt words and orders, possibly not the best way to show he cares for his team. then again, he acts and thinks like a soldier most times, knowing it will keep everyone safe if something bad were to occur.

[holyexecution]

" If you were a geometric math problem, you'd be, um, a cute triangle. ...like an acute triangle. i-it's wordplay." claudette attempts a joke, because sometimes laughter is the best medicine! such a shame that she is tragically unfunny. "

━━━   ...

G R O O O o o a a N N.

the helm cannot contain his only thought, despite it not being a particularly coherent one. what her words mean, he does not know nor truly care to, ( after all there is no reason in the idea of the executioner replying to a human, it cannot exist in nature. )

yet willing to appease her, he listens. acknowledges her desire for his attention with the noise & a bump of his body against hers. nudging her forward not in a push, lesser. gentler. perhaps he is saying something after all:

I AM CUTE?

@anarkissm​ ( unprompted | always accepting. )

[holyexecution]

“ reaches to take his hand and leans her cheek into his palm (heres another affectionate ask n now i skidaddle) ”

━━━   any other mortal face in the palm of his hand would not be guaranteed safety, would not be free from judgment in the eyes of the executioner, would be forced to accept all that they have done & all they will do. heather holds the last remaining thrum of ETHEREAL energy that flows through them both, weaving their existences together. ties them to every physical realm in a binding of souls. mortal & non-mortal. human & inhuman. creator & protector.

no- no no, she is not... alessa, even in the depths of her soul. she did not create him, she is not that tortured girl.

yes, with her here with him now he is willing to let alessa go.

a gentle hum rattles from the helm, nothing louder than a whisper so as not to frighten her as he is entirely capable of at the worst of times. DO YOU SEE ME NOW? he desires nothing more than to ask her ( visibly shakes with vigorous intent ) for her to suddenly inherit alessa’s psychic abilities after too many gnawing years of silence in the wake of his creator. instead, he leans in close enough to affectionately rub the heated metal plane against her pale cheek - unintentionally smearing it with blackened streaks of rusty dirt.

STAY HERE WITH ME.

@birthedparadise​ ( unprompted | always accepting. )

[holyexecution]

@peachyrots​ | ♡

━━━   servitude to the Entity, while a monotonous endeavor, seemingly becomes less restrictive as time eventually passes ( the passing of it nearly impossible to discern in this tattered realm pieced together by memory. ) freedom, however, never seems to return to him - not in the holy apostle’s own muted memories of Her trials nor in the path of his own footsteps; the fog will only take you where She will allow you to go.

once the deviant viscera has dried on the floors of midwich & their slain sins satiate the executioner, Her fog rolls in to direct him through the grey woods. familiar to the red pyramid now is this dense forest where many of Her servants pass & guard the blurry edges of the campfire. silence inside the forest would be an odd occurrence - without the skittering of inky rats or the cawing of starving crows - yet, even stranger, is the gentle weeping of a wayward soul.

the drag of the great knife through the dry soil is quiet, louder comes the huff of breath that scents the humid air to follow the salty trail of tears into a strange, open grove. moonlight is trickling in through the treetops & he is careful to keep to the edge of the small clearing, shrouded by the trees to observe from a distance.

small as a sacrificial lamb, there is a human curled up alone, swallowed by the overgrowth of tall blades of grass & piles of dead wild flowers. red pyramid rumbles, a low hum of noise.

ARE YOU LOST, LAMB?

[holyexecution]

“ [ teeth ] c: ” 

━━━   red pyramid, out of sheer natural instinct, finds himself often trailing along behind her even down these uncomfortably familiar hallways. obsessed with her glow, the call of god & even the angel beneath her deceptively fragile exterior. protective of her body, willing to use his own to guard it ( & guard it from whom he does not know, as he is the only killer here. )

follow her everywhere except this classroom, in the far left corner of the school, as ALESSA was in this class... hateful words still carved into her desk. the hulking pyramid stands watch at the doorway instead, facing out into the hall - refusing to follow heather inside earns him a few complaints that don’t catch his full attention because his thoughts are elsewhere. still buried in SILENT HILL.

the sudden snarling & bearing of her blunt teeth in his direction, a more potent nonverbal complaint seemingly developed with the executioner’s silence in mind, startles a strange, almost muffled bark from red pyramid.

@birthedparadise​ ( nonverbal meme | accepting. )  

[holyexecution]

@sourentropy​​ / @birthedparadise​ | ♡‘d for a starter

━━━   obedience goes hand in hand with servitude to the Entity. every ounce of one’s energy will be passively sapped from your being in order to please. special tasks, devoted sacrifices, & deviant punishment are all within his responsibilities, but they do not occupy the entirety of his time nor his mind.

thoughts of alessa are weighing heavily on the red pyramid & while this is not unusual on it’s own, it’s as if whispers of her fragmented soul are haunting the halls of this warped midwich. a tormenting memory of his purpose - vengeance, protector, & judge.

what is left but loss?

the itch of a long, chilled claw drags along the scarred flesh of his forearm & ends as a twitch in his fingers that grasp the warmed handle of the great knife. it’s the thrum of Her energy, typically the pleasant hum that fills the atmosphere before a trial’s beginning... yet the deafening wail of the school’s alarm does not sound off nor shake the hung corpses twisted in cages of rusted barbed-wire overhead.

it is the far off caw of a watchful crow that alerts the executioner to the possibility of a trespasser. the scrape of the great knife accompanies him while descending the long hall ahead. huffs of hot breath mist from the vents of his helmet, steam permeating the air around him to fill the space inside of the helm with the scent of the school; the blood long crusted into the floor &... thick fog, the charcoal of a never-ending furnace cooking the town alive. yes, it smells of SILENT HILL; its streets & the stench of a world long lost.

curiously, the holy apostle stands in the doorway to a dusty classroom, where the scent seems to be holed up. hulking figure must duck to get inside; helm creaking as he slowly scans the room. the Entity, She has fallen silent - muted. lying in wait...?

the echo of a low, warning growl tears from the executioner - vibrating along the steel walls. it is pointless to hide, but it is impossible to dislike the hunt.

[holyexecution]

“ ∆ SIZE ∆ :3c ”

━━━   cool flesh is dwarfed by his own marred, heated hand: the red pyramid still as stone for peach’s benefit as the human holds his wrist ( seemingly for her own personal enjoyment ) simply staring at the sight of their flush palms. what she sees that enchants her, he does not know or is unable to comprehend. after a few long moments the holy apostle grumbles, the noise void of anger yet full of wonder.

fingers close around her small hand in a gentle fist, yanking the blonde closer to pull her hand close to the holy metal of his helm. steam encases their skin, scenting her fair flesh for points of interest that he might not be able to visualize alone. inhaling the cloud of their mingled scent - tasting of blood & sweat - the red pyramid groans, long & high-pitched.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

@peachyrots​ ( hand in hand starters | accepting. )  

[holyexecution]

“ [ flower ] well... more like on his helmet? ”  

━━━   the intrusion of a flimsy flower stem poking inside a vent on the plane of his helmet, instantly curling with heat damage once the red pyramid breathes out a small cloud of steam. it doesn’t push it out, rather allows it to firmly stay put. the gesture itself seems almost childish, reminds him of the smaller & gentler hands of alessa. his true creator, taken from him. hidden or stolen - the thought tears a reverberating groan from the depths of his core ( there is no aggression in the noise, simply despair. ) slowly, the red pyramid casts the human a look, the desperate longing within it invisible to the human eye.

@irxnwill​​ (nonverbal meme | accepting. )