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limeentertainment · 3 months ago

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— project green: together we grow !

hello and welcome to wannabe’s first ever company project!

the following members have accepted the invitation to join project green:

MOON JINYOUNG

KIM KIAN

RYEO “LUCIEL” JIHYUN

CHO HANEUL

RYU SIWOO

LEE NOEL

LEE SEOJUN

the first mission is revealed to the members on the morning of august 15: they are invited to move into company-owned dormitories in the seocho district on august 17. the company will assist trainees should they need help with leases, and a company van will pick them up at home on the morning of august 17 to take them to their new dormitories. even after moving, they will be participating in regular training schedules for the most part, with the only exceptions being times when they’re needed for a project activity.

the project is described as “an opportunity to further the training program into new territory, so members can grow together into the best version of themselves”. in order to preserve memories of this period in the project and so that they have material to look back on and learn from, all members are given company-owned digital cameras and asked to film vlogs throughout the duration of project green. members also are asked not to discuss information regarding the project with non-participants at this time. don’t worry, everything will be revealed in due time!

thank you for your interest so far in our first company project, and we hope to have your continuous support as we venture forward with it!

project green muns, welcome!

the first mission will run until 11:59pm est at the end of saturday, august 31. the second mission will be revealed on september 4, during the weekly queue. please tag all posts related to this with lime:projectgreen1.

on writing requirements: at this time, muns may use up to 2 replies regarding project green for regular monthly trainee threads since muses will still be attending regular training schedules at lime entertainment. we do ask that some of your replies this month be about general training and not solely about project green both as a way to further your muse’s skills and so non-project muses have writing partners available. project members are welcome to participate in company workshops as well.

as stated in the post, all seven trainees will be moved into a company-owned apartment in the seocho district, within walking distance of the axis training facility. it’s a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment with a full kitchen connected to a large living room space.

the dedicated project manager, a lime entertainment staff member called han seokjin, will have access to the apartment at all times. han seokjin is a 1989 liner and a former dance coach well known for being strict yet fair, a crossfit enthusiast, and a longtime fan of senior girl group cherish.

members are encouraged to record themselves as often as possible, as the company will be using that footage for official project green media and future video releases. there will also be professional footage shot during important parts of the project.

on saturday, august 17, members will be followed by professional cameras as they arrive at the dormitory and discuss things such as bed and room sharing - as each of the two rooms contains two double beds, all but one member will be sharing a bed. members will also be nudged by their project manager to divide chores up and the like, and the company will provide their first meals together.

on sunday, august 18, as there is no official training schedule, members will be asked to record themselves as they shop for groceries and utensils. in the evening, members will be asked to sit together in the living room and go around the room telling one another what their first impressions of each other were, either when they first met as trainees or when they moved in together.

over the course of the next two weeks, members are asked to vlog themselves as they live and practice together. they will have the opportunity to take personality and mbti tests together, and there will be a special movie night as well. other than that, this period is to be used as a warm-up for the upcoming project activities; project manager han seokjin will come and go as he follows along members and the friendships being built within the group.

things will pick up next month as the second mission is revealed. stay tuned!

#lime:projectgreen #lime:projectgreen1

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password-door-lock · 1 year ago

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Mystictober Day 15-- Scream

Truth be told, Unknown didn't really think this through. The closest thing he had to a plan was to tamper with the security cameras so that they showed a continuous loop of boring footage, break into the apartment, and take you away to Magenta with him. However, having spent so long within Mint Eye, he did not anticipate the annoying little quirks of outsider behavior that would ultimately throw a wrench into his plan.

For one thing, you aren't in the apartment when he gets there— you're somewhere else, out getting coffee with a friend or grocery shopping or maybe looking at antiques. He doesn't have his sophisticated tracking equipment with him at the apartment, only an app which informs him that you're somewhere within a closely confined cluster of vastly different stores— and, of course, nobody is keeping you on any kind of schedule, so you're free to roam around at your leisure after that. You're too trusting, so you might go anywhere next, and Unknown will have no way to bring you here, unless he wants to risk a phone call. That might be counterintuitive, though— you may not return to the apartment if you know he's here. You could be gone for hours. Not that he can really blame you— he’s been here twenty minutes, and already, he’s beginning to get restless.

Hopefully, that redhead will continue to believe that the loop of apartment footage being fed to him is completely genuine— Unknown isn't too worried about that, actually; you usually spend several hours a day laying on the bed, followed by several hours at the Savior's old desk, interspersed with a few quick trips to the kitchen. If he doesn't see you for hours on end, especially knowing that you went out today, Luciel will just assume that you went to go lay down directly after coming home and that he missed the moment when you walked through the living room. The more Unknown thinks about it, the more confident he is that he'll be able to pull this off— by the time that redhead seriously starts to worry, you and Unknown will already be long gone.

Finally, finally, the door to the apartment clicks open. Even in the dark, Unknown can tell that you're carrying several large canvas bags— grocery shopping, then. He's glad— you probably rushed home, right into his arms, even if you didn't know that was what you were doing. You have yet to notice him, even as you flick the light switch on— you've got headphones on, and you sway slightly to your music as you set your bags down on the floor and lock the door behind you. Unknown sits patiently on the couch for a few moments, waiting for you to notice him, but as you fiddle with the lock— too late for that, sweetheart— he grows increasingly frustrated.

Unknown, after all, is not, by nature, a particularly patient person. "Surprise!" he shouts.

You practically jump out of your skin. Trembling, you turn around to face him— he should be bothered by the scream that you release. It may very well give him away, not only to that redhead but to the building's security, as well— but Unknown can't help but be amused. "Mmm," he hums, rising, "Hello to you, too."

"You’re the hacker, right?" Now that you’ve assessed him, you don’t seem half as scared as you were to begin with, but Unknown doesn't care. He has to take you back with him one way or another— whether you're laughing or crying, you're going to Magenta. He can't, in good conscience, leave you with those bastards. "You really scared me! Couldn’t you have given me some kind of warning? I know you have my number, since you hacked into my phone. Couldn't you have called or something?" You pause, apparently remembering your manners. "Sorry for screaming at you, man. I was just a little caught off guard is all. Can I offer you something to drink, now that you're here? I have water or tea... I could make coffee, too, if you wanted."

"Come on, prince(ss). We're going now," Unknown tells you, as if you hadn't spoken. After all, he doesn't have time to bother with your question, or to sit around drinking tea with you— it’s only a matter of time before Luciel figures out the issue with the cameras, and Unknown would prefer to be gone by then.

#All this research about scarecrows just to use the other prompt #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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kumeko · 2 years ago

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A/N: For the @doubleagentzine! I’m pretending Vandy’s 2 years older than Seven. I wanted to do a little peek through the years as their relationship changes.

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15.

A kid. Vanderwood blinked once, twice, thrice, but the short kid next to his car didn’t disappear or morph into an adult. No, the boy was still standing there awkwardly, staring at him with unblinking golden eyes that barely peeked out of his unkempt red hair. This couldn’t be right. Pulling out his phone, he checked the coordinates. The blue dot blinked innocently up at him, marking their exact spot. Glancing at the boy, he asked reluctantly, “You’re the package?”

The boy nodded. His back was hunched, his body curling into itself slightly as though he was trying to take up the least amount of space. For a kid, there was something unnaturally quiet about him, like he’d just fade into the background if Vanderwood stopped looking.

This still didn’t feel right. What could the company gain from this? Rubbing his forehead, he muttered, “You’re just a kid.”

“Fifteen,” the boy corrected quietly.

“Seriously?” Only two years younger than him? With that height? He wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better. Quickly, Vanderwood texted his handler. The package is a kid?

Yes. It took all of five seconds for the response to return. Protect him, you’re his handler now.

The hell. Was that a promotion or a demotion? Vanderwood had barely managed to make a name for himself in the field, and now he was going to have to leave it to take care of some kid? His brow knit and he unlocked the door. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “I’m not a damn babysitter.”

“I can take care of myself.” Slipping into the car, the boy buckled his seatbelt. His frame looked all too tiny on the passenger seat and Vanderwood tried to remember if he’d been that small two years ago. Maybe the kid was underfed. Or having a late growth spurt.

“Tell that to them.” With a sigh, Vanderwood gestured at the glove compartment. “If you get hungry, eat the chips in there. They’re buttery as hell but better than nothing. It’s a long ride.” Checking his mirrors, he pulled back into traffic. “What’s your name, anyways? I’m Vanderwood.”

“…Luciel.”

16.

Blood pooled around Vanderwood’s feet, and he took a step back before his shoes got any dirtier. In the dim light, he could make out his murky shadow on the dark red blood. His lips curled in disgust. This wasn’t a clean hit at all. The worst missions were the ones with clean up, and it was bad enough he had to scrub his shoes for the fifth time this month. “Let’s get the solution…”

He trailed off as he noticed Luciel’s state. Eyes wide in shock, fingers still shaking as they hovered over the trigger, Luciel couldn’t tear his eyes away from their victim. No, to be precise, from his victim. His skin was pale, with a sheen of sweat over it. Walking around the blood, Vanderwood hesitantly called out, “Luciel?”

For a long moment, Luciel didn’t say anything. His breathing was ragged, shallow gasps filling the air as he slowly turned away from the scene. Swallowing, he answered, “Y-yeah?”

“Are you—” Vanderwood caught himself before he could ask the question. He’d seen that expression before. Had that expression before.

It was the kid’s first kill.

He should have realized that earlier. Luciel had fired guns before—for practice, for warning, for defense—but the bullets hadn’t actually hit someone until now. There was no way to prepare for someone’s final cry, for the ragged breath they take before they die, for the way the light fades from their eyes. For the realization that you had caused this and nothing could ever change that. Biting his cheek, Vanderwood gently pried the gun out of Luciel’s hands. “You did good today. Drinks on me.”

“I can’t drink,” Luciel replied automatically, his usual response, and that was a good sign.

“We’ll make an exception for tonight.” Vanderwood pocketed the gun and gave a lopsided smirk. “It’s your birthday, right?”

17.

“Luciel.” Vanderwood dug his fingers into his arm, trying very hard not to yell. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut before reluctantly opening them again. Nope, no changes at all. The garage remained brightly lit. The vehicle in front of him defied all expectations. Still, he had to ask, “What is that?”

With a proud smirk on his face, Luciel stated the obvious: “A car.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Vanderwood resisted the urge to rub his forehead. He was going to have a headache from all this, he just knew it. “That’s a Porsche.”

“Yeah, it is.” Once more, Luciel only admitted the obvious truths. What had happened to the shy kid he’d met two years ago? Since when had he gotten to sassy and witty and full of pranks and—oh shit. The rebellious years. They were totally going through the rebellious years.

Vanderwood was only 19. Why the heck did he have to deal with parental grief? He didn’t sign up for any of that. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Vanderwood tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. “Why did you get a Porsche?”

“You told me to get a car,” Luciel pointed out, before covering his mouth in mock shock. “Unless you didn’t mean that?”

Alright, there was no point in even pretending to be calm. Luciel was clearly after a reaction and Vanderwood couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I said an inconspicuous car! Do you even know what that means?” When Luciel merely cocked his head, a perplexed expression on his face, Vanderwood gestured at the vehicle. “No one ignores a car like that. And it’s in neon yellow, of all colours!”

“Isn’t she a beaut?” Luciel petted the hood of the car, completely ignoring everything Vanderwood had said. He’d also been doing that more often these days. “I even put a little extra and…” With a sheepish smile, Luciel gestured at the steering wheel. “And went for the leather finishings and...” he pointed at the license plate now, that same embarrassed smile on his face, “got a custom plate.”

Was that something he had to look so bashful about? Vanderwood genuinely needed to know. The way Luciel was showing off his car, you’d think it was his first child. Maybe it was. The agency warped people, after all. Maybe they shouldn’t be recruiting fifteen-year-olds for bloody missions. Or maybe Vanderwood was the warped one and everyone around him was normal and he just didn’t realize it.

“I…see.” Vanderwood stared at the Lucky 707 license plate coated in rhinestones. Yeah, they were definitely not going on any missions in that car.

18.

“Did you just get another car?” Vanderwood asked, pushing his way into Luciel’s living room. Arms stuffed with groceries, he could barely see where he was going. Only muscle memory ensured he didn’t trip over the pizza boxes littered about.

His foot almost slipped on an empty chip bag, and Vanderwood flailed as he tried to regain his balance. His shoulder banged against the wall. It felt like the garbage in Luciel’s place had increased since the last time he visited. Anymore and it’d gain a life of its own. “Do you ever remember to clean?”

Strolling in, hand deep in yet another chip packet, Luciel blinked in surprise as he spotted Vanderwood. He pulled down his headphones as he took in everything. “You okay?”

“No!” Staggering back to his feet, Vanderwood grumpily poked his head around the grocery bags and glared at Luciel. “Do you know what cleaning is?”

“Yeah.” Luciel nodded sagely, rubbing his chin with his clean hand. “It is something you do.”

“I…what…you…” Vanderwood sputtered, unable to find the words. He was a good handler. Really, he was. What had he done to deserve this hell? Resigning himself to his fate, Vanderwood moved toward the kitchen when he noticed the phone in Luciel’s hand. “Who’re you contacting?”

Luciel grinned brightly. “You know who.”

And he did, but Vanderwood had hoped that, for once, Luciel would actually listen to him. Setting down the bags, he turned back to his ward and crossed his arms. “We talked about this.”

“We did,” Luciel acknowledged, still typing quickly on his phone.

“You can’t join a charity,” Vanderwood growled, stomping forward. “You know what we do. You know the risks. And even if you don’t care what happens to us—which you should, especially about the shit you get me into—at least you should care what could happen to them.”

His fingers froze. Good. Maybe the words were finally getting to him. Quietly, Luciel replied, “I’ll be careful.”

“Careful’s not good enough, with us.” Vanderwood rubbed his forehead. Maybe he should have actually taken those parenting courses.

“But…” Luciel looked away, his fingers digging into his sides. His voice wobbled, his eyes slightly teary, and he pleaded, “I’ll be careful. Please.”

“I…” Vanderwood was being played. He could feel it in his bones. It was a great performance that followed every step in their training to exploit others. Gritting his teeth, he slowly shook his head.

Luciel’s eyes grew bigger, if possible, and crap.

Craaaapp.

“Fine,” Vanderwood snapped, unable to handle it any further. “Just…don’t let anyone know.”

“Of course not, who do you think you’re talking to? The number one god hacker, 707!” Luciel grinned broadly, making a victorious ‘V’ with his fingers. Gone were his crocodile tears, the act over. “No one’ll ever catch me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vanderwood groaned, covering his face with his hand. Peeking through the cracks between his fingers, he watched as Luciel went back to his phone, already furiously typing away. He was in the RFA’s chatroom again. He was certain of it. Luciel only ever made that expression when he was on it.

Maybe he should have stopped him two months ago, when Luciel had first joined it. But…there was something almost normal about his expression, something that made him almost look like the teenager he could have been. The teenager Vanderwood could have been. They could be killed for this, but he didn’t want to wipe away that expression.

No, that wasn’t quite right. Luciel could be killed for this. A shiver ran up Vanderwood’s spine at the thought. If he got an execution order for Luciel, could he do it? Could he point a gun at him?

He was afraid the answer was no.

He was afraid the answer was yes.

#mystic messenger #agent 707 #vanderwood #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #fanfic #guy you have too many names

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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last updated ; 15/10/24

listed below is all of the content that I have published on this account for mystic messenger with characters organised alphabetically by first name.

jaehee kang

poly hcs — jaehee/zen + general [here]

jumin han

poly hcs — jumin/v + general [here]

smut hcs — bondage [here]

707 / luciel choi / saeyoung choi

n/a

rika kim

one shot — ‘all hail the saviour’ (nsfw)

unknown / ray / saeran choi

smut hcs — gagging [here]

v / jihyun kim

hcs — being in a relationship [here]

poly hcs — jumin/v + general [here]

yoosung kim

alphabet — smut

zen / hyun ryu

poly hcs — zen/jaehee + general [here]

one shot — “red and the wolf” (nsfw)

#sleepingdeath #mysme x reader #mysme masterlist #mystic messenger x reader #writing masterlist

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natasha-in-space · 1 year ago

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Hello hello! I've picked a couple of numbers off that ask list that I wanted to tell you, so here they are!

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: The confusion and fear Natasha feels in Mint Eye, particularly in the timeline of Fractured Heart. Something about that fic really stuck with me, the way you described all her conflicting feelings coming together and only serving to hurt her more. In general, the way you write about being a believer in Mint Eye is so gripping, I'm always left wanting to know more.

4. The best ship you've written for: I really enjoy reading your Saeran/Natasha fics. I'm not a Saeran MC, so it's always interesting to see how people write about a relationship between him and his partner, especially through the difficult times in Mint Eye. They've known each other through their worst times and they've made it through those times together. That's a bond that lasts. I also really like this pairing in particular because through each Saeran variant there's a new side of Natasha I get to see.

15. A question I have about one of your fics: More generally, about your Rika fics. How did you manage to get such a good grasp on her character? The fics you write about her are so well thought-out and are so considerate towards her, it leaves me wanting to read more.

Wah! So much kind words concerning my cmc works of all things? Excuse me while I just... print out this ask and hang it on my wall 🤭💕

I'm humbled you enjoy Fractured Heart, and what it has to offer! It's one of the darkest timelines I have up my sleeve, which makes writing for it a challenging and very fascinating process. The Natasha you see in that story in particular is very difficult from the usual person you see in other works, since Unknown does not hesitate to cleanse her completely. She's actually loyal to the Mint Eye ideology, thus making it very challenging to ally with her. Saeyoung wouldn't have any problems with Natasha from Another Story! Still, no matter how loyal you are, what do you do when you see harm being caused for no other reason than to cause harm? Does that make you, or the people you're devoted to - bad people? Or is it justified, since Luciel is supposedly a very disgusting human being? But, what do you do when his behavior states the opposite? Exploring such frustrating contradictions is what's fun about writing for her in that timeline. Will I write more installments for it? Yeah, I'm sure I will. When, though, I have no idea :D

As for Natasha's relationship with Saeran, if I would get asked to describe it in one word it would be... complicated. Their relationship is very layered and complex, and while this helps strengthen their bond, this also brings many problems that can get missed out on at first. That's not mentioning that her individual relationships with Ray, Suit, GE, VAE, and Unknown/SE are unique in their own ways. They're coworkers, they're friends, and they're partners. I oftentimes write their relationship as ambiguous in nature, a weird blurred line between a platonic and romantic affection that they're both are not sure about. That's not to say that they don't love each other. They love each other deeply, but that exact attachment can complicate things. When you're always together, it can get hard to distinguish the line. They don't even think much about the line in the first place, until somebody else points it out. I am excited to bring more of their many stories to the public!

It's such a huge compliment to hear that my Rika fics compell you so much >< As for your question: I honestly don't know??? I'm guessing it's sheer practice, to be honest. See, there are just some characters I've been writing with for years, and I have no problem at all picturing their mannerisms and actions in my head as I write them. Rika, the Choi twins, Jihyun, Vanderwood and my cmc's are those characters specifically. This is the group I use most often. And, I'll say, when I look back at my first creations, I **hated** writing Rika, because it was so damn difficult to get her right. She's a complicated character to say the least. You can't just make her a villain and be done with it most of the times. It also depends on **which** character you're writing for. From Natasha's point of view, she'll be written as an antagonistic figure. From Chaewon's, she's in the right. And all the grey area in-between, depending on who your main character is. That's not to mention that I use unreliable narrators a whole lot in my storytelling. I mischaracterized her a whole lot at first, but this concerns every character I worked with. I never posted my early writings, just continuing to have fun and get to know these characters in many different settings. It came with time and a lot of practice, but I'm at a place where I'm confident in my characterization! I know how she talks, how she moves, how she thinks. That's why I always tell young writers to just create whatever they want! My early creations are terrible, but you know what? If I didn't write those terrible out of character stories, I'd never strengthen my skill level. You don't have to post everything you create! Have fun and explore even the most outlandish ideas ☆

#mia talks

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xxbatsybeanxx · 2 years ago

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Did I just make a scream street oc? Yes..I did.. I think I remember seeing it back in 2015-ish. Now I get to relieve those days!

Anywayyyss,meet Lucielle!^^

She's around the main characters age (14 - 15 I think )

Her species is like a ram hybrid and she grew up in a town called Honeywell,known for it's calming aphmospere,and where they grow flowers. She has a cottage core/witch core aesthetic and might be crushing on Resus ( she loves him for who he is) it kinda took me a bit whether I wanted to post her,and today is the day!^^

But that's her!

#my oc art #scream street #oc #art #nostalgia #ram oc

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yumemiyas-wips · 1 year ago

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Alright, so Shion and Luciel are both representative of disabled people, but from different angles.

Shion represents the people who are disabled, but don't look like it. Beyond the earth-shattering magic, the pretty face, the fancy life, his body is still marred with scars, he still has trouble just eating, dressing, , basically he could barely live his life. But the guy doesn't show it, or rather, he can't.

Luciel, on the other hand, is the people whose disabilities do show, and people treat her like her shortcomings define who she is. I'm not cheapening her struggles, her abnormally small mana pool has caused her a significant amount of troubles in such a magic-dependent society. But even so, her work on magic tools, partial formulae, and assisted casting has the potential to cause a revolution in the demon society, she's owned her disability and made it work. She's doing well and expanding the amount of things she can do every day. And yet she's still regarded as the helpless little disabled gal while her betrothed takes 15 minutes to button up a shirt.

Of course, there's loads more themes and such on the characters than just this but this is one facet that I don't often talk abt.

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kyouzen · 6 days ago

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💓Mind, Body and Soul about Luciel: 3,6,7,8,10,15 and 22

Undercut, not because of another sensitive topic, I just want to

3. Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

FIGHT, not really tho... depending on the condition, if he is alone then he will fight to the death, but if with team and they're struggling will choose to bring the others to flight to keep them alive.

6. How well does your character act under pressure?

🤔... Depending on the type of pressure, if it's in a fight, he'll go in berserk mode, he loves that "pressure", but mentally or emotionally? Yeah no, he won't even left his room or home base for weeks

8. What scents does your character find comforting?

7. Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

No... 🤔 Yeah no.

Cake, Tea/Coffee, old books. Cake because it reminds him of his mom who likes to bake for him, Tea/Coffee + Old books because it's a similar scents Louis has.

10. Is your character a light, medium, or heavy sleeper?

All in one, you could just pick him up while he's asleep and he won't even wake up, but at the same time, if he "smells" something new, he can just wake up instantly. (Yes, he remembers everyone's scent)

15. Does your character have a sleep routine?

No, He only sleeps when he wants to, or is forced to.

22. Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

Yes, really HIGH, Because he is sometimes reckless, he often accidentally gets stabbed by objects, as example nail, or worse metal pole... He'll just go back to home base and ask anyone to pulled it, or if he died instantly that'll be better.

I write this while being half asleep so, sorry any mistake or I read something wrong so the answer doesn't make sense, I just done writing a fanfic, still rough might fix it some day, and maybe posted it

#oc ask #code vein oc #Luciel #original character #thank you for the ask!#anon #kyouzentlkpst #kyouzen oc

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be-points · 5 months ago

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RYEO "LUCIEL" JIHYUN - TRAINEE BASE FORM

LANGUAGE: JAPANESE + 50

raised in japan, hence his native language.

LANGUAGE: KOREAN + 15

spent at least three years in korea for his studies and speaks mostly korean with his father.

INSTRUMENT: PIANO + 10

grew up playing the piano as a child and has entered several competitions. while he never took first place, he has left a lasting impression in the classical scene.

LIVE PERFORMANCE + 5

participated in nextgen and sang live for the majority of his performances as both main and lead vocalist. otherwise, he has prior experience singing in choirs and took vocal lessons for a period of time before he became too busy with high school activities.

PROFESSIONAL NETWORKING + 10

as the ryeo conglomerate family’s youngest son, luciel often attended high society events swirled with opportunities and connections. from there, he has met multiple prominent figures and learnt how to socialise with them.

ACTING +5

while luciel does not have professional acting experience, he was raised in a strict and complicated environment to meet the high expectations of his parents, down to the way he smiled. since then he has learnt how to portray emotions even if he did not resonated with them.

SPECIAL SKILL: KYUDO + 5

luciel joined the kyudo club in high school for three years, eventually becoming the club president in his final year. he joined tournaments and won quite a few individual matches. while he did not pursue it professionally after graduating high school, he still practices from time to time.

#lucielxbe

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lunasilverwolfofthestars · 5 months ago

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Rain. That was all she could hear and smell. The scent of the earth always calmed her, when she was overwhelmed. Blinking her pale eyes, she sighed and sat up fingering her gem bracelet her father gave her before he died. She didn’t have a mother, either she was abandoned or she was a spiritual or supernatural being. It would certainly explain her abilities. Abilities she kept secret from, even from her own friends and lover.

The pitter-pattering of the rain was what woke her up from her slumber. Tiredly brushing away her silvery hair dyed black, she rose from her bed. Wincing slightly from the numerous bruises that mapped her body. She breathed the earthly smell of the rain, gently calming her frayed nerves. Letting her eyes rove around the room, her dull eyes rested on the clock by the bedside table. 04:15 it read, scoffing, she started to make her way to her bathroom. A warm soak would get rid of the aching muscles she had from the beating her father gave her. She sneered at the thought of that bastard.

The city was basked in the warm glow of the sun as Nariko gazed down at them. Smiling softly, she turned, half of her body facing the forest behind her. “I’m ready.” The shadows moved and she left this world in the embrace of the Reaper.

Kazami stared out into the distance, silently reflecting on her journey.

She gave an ear shattering scream as the blade tore through her chest, blood flew everywhere, covering the surroundings, her friends, enemies alike. A blood soaked Ken gently withdrew his blade, in a soft voice he whispered, “Nox, why didn’t you dodge?” Kazami smiled despite the pain she was feeling, “I have lived a fulfilling life no matter how short it was.” She choked out, blood dripping from her mouth, “Besides, I was dying anyway, seeing as these cursed eyes take my lifespan away every time I use them.” Eyes soft, she then spoke in a quiet voice, “You know, I have always loved you, you know. You were my rival, my best friend and enemy all at once. There was a time where I didn’t know whether I hated you or loved you, it was quite frustrating, not knowing if I hated you one minute and loving you the next.” She opened her eyes that she didn’t realise she closed and blinked in wonder as she watched as tears fell from her friends face, dragging her hand up to cup his cheek, “Now, now, why are you crying, love?”

“H-Huh?” Reaching up he felt his face to feel the wetness before reaching to cup his hand around hers, “Will you ever forgive me? Kazami?” He whispered brokenly. “Of course you’re forgiven, you silly man.” She chuckled weakly. Ken pulled her into a passionate kiss, “I love you too.” With that he...

-date written: 24.03.2020 old version. possibly written earlier.

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The scent of damp earth was comforting to her as the rain fell gently around them. Wiping a dribble of blood from her mouth, her heated gaze fell to her rival slash friend. His dark hair was limp against his head, shadowing his regretful and saddened eyes from view. Her heart gave a painful pang as they clashed once more, sparks flew as the sound of their blades rang across their battlefield. It was an endless struggle, they had been fighting for more than half a day, neither of them giving in to the other. It was only a matter of time before one fell, whether it was intentional or not.

She was careless and her blade slipped, allowing her rival's blade to sink into her chest. Midnight eyes widened in surprise as she gave a painful gurgle and became limp as pain filled her senses. He caught her body as he withdrew his blade, too shocked to comprehend what had just occurred.

"Why…" whispered Luciel, choking on his voice. "Why what?" She asked, inbetween painful shudders. He swallows, "Why didn't you dodge? Or at the very least-" He cuts himself off, "Why?! Tell me, Tatania!" He yelled in her face as hot salty liquid leaked from his eyes unknowingly.

Breathing in a painful shudder, Tia smiled gently at him, her voice soft, "I have lived a fulfilling life, no matter how short it was." She breaks off as a harsh cough escaped her. "Be-besides, I was already dying from these accursed eyes anyways, my lifespans shortens each time I use them, knowingly or not."

Tia gazed into Luciels mesmerising eyes, wishing to memorise his face before she left for the abyss. Now at Death's Door, she could hear its call more clearly. "I've always loved you, did you know that?" She quietly hummed, a hand reaching to cup his cheek. "I didn't know at first, confusing my feelings for you to be hatred. It left me quite frustrated as I could not determine whether or not I loved or hated you."

"How could you say that when you're dying in my arms?! When I was the one that killed you?!" Cried Luciel, anguish colouring his voice; cupping his hand around hers that rested on his face as she pulled him down to her lips. Their kiss was full of emotions, passion, regret, love, sadness.

"Will you ever forgive me, Tia?" He whispered brokenly, forehead resting against hers.

-rewritten version with changed names and intentions. date written: 27.03.2020

#writing #short story

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the-bhg-diamond-god · 2 years ago

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Good People Legacy

Pour lire la série originale, c’est juste ici : Good People

✨Résumé :

“Luciel a bien grandi maintenant, il est même assez grand pour quitter le nid. La fac de Foxbury lui tend les bras et la perspective de passer ses années d'études supérieures aux côtés de ses meilleurs amis, Noah et Alyssa, ainsi que de Jiji, dont il est follement amoureux, devrait le réjouir. Pourtant, une partie de lui reste à Del Sol Valley, sa ville natale... Devoir s'éloigner de ses parents et surtout de sa petite sœur, Amber, lui crève le cœur. Luciel parviendra-t-il à faire ce saut dans le vide ? Et quelles aventures et surtout, quelles rencontres l'attendent à Britechester ?”

Liste des chapitres :

Acte 1 : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

Acte 2 : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Acte 3 : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #bd #comics #summary #résumé #good people legacy #acte 1 #chapters #chapitre #french #beginning

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huneysuckle-system · 2 years ago

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we're bored and have time so here we go:

1. our collective name(s) are huney and mera

2. sometimes, new alters just have a vague name floating in their head and they just go "oh. i guess that's mine." others look for a vibe they relate to. some take inspiration from people in our life. we all make sure we're not choosing any names that are apart of closed cultures we aren't in, though.

3. nope

4. we have an alter named max.

5. actual name? kars. but we have a different alter that refuses to go by anything other than "no name"

6. sometimes, alter age is a reflection of how capable an alter feels with dealing with our life. most alters are older than the body's age as a reflection of needing to be Strong and Mature to handle trauma or life in general. the littles in our system are little for different reasons, though i'm not going into detail about that for their privacy.

7. yeah, we have a few. some alters are ageless because they don't particularly reflect any age, and some are ageless because they reflect an aspect of many different age ranges at once.

8. kars is a fictive and his source is 102,000 years old so he also goes by that age. physically (in the headspace), he's in his late 30's-mid 40's.

9. we have a few age-sliders and age regressors.

10. most prefer being treated like children, but they also hardly ever front will try to seem as big as possible around people they aren't familiar or comfortable with.

11. far from it.

12. the system is 43% nonbinary and 41% male (according to our system log).

13. very few, probably 2-3.

14. max and ellis, who are both pangender.

15. yes, we consider the body to be transmasc.

16. ellis, to put it simply, is an imperceivable eldritch being who simply maintains a human form for the rest of our comfort.

17. yeah, just a few.

18. nope. everyone who's nonhuman (aside from ellis) is somewhat humanoid.

19. "i don't know if i can call it dysmorphia but something like that" -undisclosed nonhuman alter

20. i'd say it's probably a 50/50 ratio

21. we used to have 4 alters who were all sources of the same character. now? no one shares a source at the moment.

22. most are disconnected from their sources.

23. i can't say the actual answer (for reasons) but the next best answer(s) (because second place is a tie) is ellis, who's a fictive of our childhood friend's oc, and bun, who's a fictive of dora the explorer.

24. yeah, ren (rengoku fictive) and felix (goth from "boyfriends" fictive) are in a qpr.

25. probably, i actually don't know. the fictives in our system hardly talk about memories related to their source.

26. we don't actively search for or engage with syscourse, mainly because we get very overwhelmed, but we do keep up with it sometimes and have a stance on most syscourse topics.

27. no.

28. please try to understand why being pro-endo is harmful to traumagenic systems and the recovery/healing of systems.

29. our opinion is consistent throughout the system.

30. syscourse can be helpful (especially when educational material is at the forefront of it) but it ceases to be helpful once it devolves into insulting and threatening one another.

current fronter(s): felix, solar

31. felix: luciel; solar: felix

32. felix: me or lucius; solar: felix

33. we have a few that we find really funny. felix and lucius has ongoing beef and it's just funny because they have really similar personalities but vastly different priorities which cause them to bump heads a lot; max and lucius are real life enemies to lovers; one time, ellis met our former therapist and went on about how he's luciel's best bud for like 5 minutes and then a couple of appointments later, the therapist met luciel and asked him about ellis and he sighed reluctantly and went "...we're acquaintances."

34. felix: not all the time. we're so used to being an self aware system (it's been almost 3 years) so now we have a hard time imagining a life without being one. we enjoy each other's company and aid, even if we don't always get along. the amnesia and dissociation can be extremely stressful though. this is pretty much our collective opinion on whether we like being a system or not.; solar: there have been times where i despised being a system, because i would find myself in relationships and activities that i didn't like or was even harmful and the aspect of not being in control when someone else is fronting is the worst part of being a system for me, although the others are trying to make it easier. other than that, being a system had done more help than harm.

35. felix: oh i'm an odd ball in this system. i like my coffee black while everyone else need a lot of creamer, we're not even going to get into my taste in men and the "HERE ME OUT" rambles i have to frequently go on because i can feel them Judging, i'm the only one that dresses even remotely emo and i also listen to screamo and punk rock while no one else does.; solar: i think there's at least a few other alters that like the things i like.

anti-endo system ask game

this post is for anti-endo systems only, endos dni

if you don't want asks from a specific category I would recommend specifying that in the tags

name asks

1. do you have a collective name? how did you choose it?

2. how do new alters choose their names?

3. are there any alters who identify with the body's name?

4. which alter has the most stereotypical name?

5. which alter has the weirdest name?

age asks

6. how does alter age work for your system?

7. does your system have ageless alters?

8. who is the oldest alter? how old are they?

9. does your system have alters who age slide or age regress?

10. does your system's littles want to be treated like children or adults?

queer asks

11. do all alters have similar sexualities?

12. does your system have more male, female, or nonbinary alters?

13. do any alters use xenogenders or neopronouns?

14. which alter has the most gender?

15. do you consider the body to be transgender?

nonhuman asks

16. what alter is the strangest species?

17. do any alters in your system have wings?

18. does your system have any animal alters?

19. what is the weirdest part about being a nonhuman alter?

20. is the majority of your system human or nonhuman?

introject asks

21. do you have multiple alters from one source?

22. are most of your system's introjects connected to their source? disconnected from their source?

23. what is the weirdest source that an introject in your system has?

24. are any of your system's introjects in relationships with other introjects?

25. do any of your system's introjects have non-canon source memories?

syscourse asks

26. do you engage in syscourse?

27. were you previously pro-endo?

28. if you could tell all pro-endos one thing, what would you tell them?

29. does your system have a collective opinion on syscourse, or does it vary?

30. do you think that syscourse is more helpful or harmful?

asks for the current fronter

31. who is your favorite alter in the system?

32. which alter has the most based takes?

33. what is the funniest piece of system drama?

34. do you enjoy being part of a system?

35. what's something you like that no one else in the system likes?

this post is for anti-endo systems only, endos dni

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yulyeong-hq · 2 years ago

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Bem-Vindo, @yul_ciel! 즐기되 조심하라.

Nome do personagem: Ye Luciel . Faceclaim: Moonbin - Astro. Nascimento:24/12/1998. Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia, coreano . Ocupação: Estudante de Engenharia da Computação na Kyungdong University. Bairro: Jangsa-dong.

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BIOGRAFIA

Quando pensamos em uma história, sempre imaginamos um “era uma vez”. O início delas deveriam começar de forma agradável, aconchegante. Infelizmente não é o que veremos aqui. A minha história. Nasci em um casamento conturbado, que as brigas às vezes alcançaram patamares inconcebíveis, cheio de brigas e agressões de ambas as partes. Eu sempre fui o filho indesejado do casal, o erro que eles deveriam ter prevenido, o choque de realidade que eles não queriam ter. E não dá pra culpá-los, não é? Não estavam preparados para ter uma responsabilidades daquelas, e era tão óbvio que chegava a arder os olhos de quem observava atentamente. A única coisa boa é que nasci saudável.

Meus pais prosseguiram com a gravidez, mas a intenção sempre foi me deixar na frente de um orfanato. Seria aquilo mesmo que o destino tinha programado para um ser que sequer tinha nascido ainda? Se você quer um spoiler, sim. Os meus primeiros segundos de vida foram surpreendentes, pois não houve nenhum sorriso, choro de alegria ou qualquer sentimento bom, era só desgosto. Médicos e enfermeiros tentando esconder a indignação, e um bebê que chorava incansavelmente, praticamente implorando por uma única migalha de afeto. Quanta coisa pra alguém tão novinho…

Algumas semanas se passaram e nenhum contato com os meus pais biológicos foi registrado. Quem me dava toda a atenção era uma enfermeira. Ela regularmente ia até onde estava para dar a tal migalha de afeto que eu sempre quis, me fazendo sorrir e gargalhar. Talvez ela fizesse isso para fazer o dia dela melhor. Naquela idade não sabia ainda, mas meus pais biológicos haviam partido, sem nem ao menos me dar um beijo na testa. O único vínculo que me restou foi a enfermeira que tanto cuidava e compartilhava momentos comigo. Foi aí que ela criou coragem para me adotar. Infelizmente o destino tinha sido cruel com ela também, visto que ela não poderia ter filhos.

Ye Sinb, minha mãe adotiva e meu pai, Ye Seok-ji. A partir daquele momento, nunca mais me faltou amor, pelo menos não até os 5 anos que foi quando as cobranças começaram junto com as surras. Uma criança tão jovem recebendo tantas tarefas não era certo, mas não tinha como recusar. Ajudava no que conseguia, no que meu corpo de uma criança conseguia suportar. Contudo, minha vida não era tão miserável em questões financeiras, eles tinham dinheiro o suficiente para me dar tudo o que queria. Mas até que ponto o dinheiro vale a pena?

Mesmo sendo tão novo, era muito proativo. Ou tive que me tornar, né? Para evitar problemas futuros, o medo era meu impulsionador. Medo de apanhar novamente. Quando estava com meus 10 anos, tinha ótimas notas na escola, e em casa, fazia de tudo para quando seus pais chegassem em casa pudessem descansar em paz no ambiente limpo e cheiroso.

Mesmo que a violência também se fizesse presente na escola, sendo constantemente rebaixado por pessoas que claramente tinham inveja, tentava não me abalar e conseguia manter o sorriso no rosto e a simpatia durante todo o dia. Afinal, meu pai adotivo me criou para não demonstrar fraqueza diante a quem me maltratava. Postura é tudo, e ninguém derruba alguém que não se rebaixa.

Minha vida só começou a mudar quando cheguei no ensino médio e minha beleza passou a ser um fator importante entre os meus colegas. 15 anos e já era considerado o mais bonito de lá, só assim mesmo para conseguir a popularidade e sair do fundo do poço. Já estava quase virando amigo da Samara. Minhas notas se mantiveram ótimas, mas não eram perfeitas. Passava em todas as matérias com notas consideráveis, variando entre 8,0 e 9,0. Me formei sem problemas e logo me vi fora daquela prisão de futilidade que era o colégio. Mas até que naqueles últimos anos fiz algumas amizades que valeram a pena, mesmo que poucas tivessem se mantido.

Meu sonho foi a faculdade de engenharia da computação, pois fui o mais próximo no que tanto gosto. E por incrível que pareça, meus pais apoiaram. Mesmo reclamando uns dias após a minha manifestação. Até porque o plano deles era que eu fosse o futuro Derek Shepherd e estudasse medicina. Aos 24 anos já estava no segundo ano da faculdade e, como esperado e exigido, as notas se mantiveram boas. Mesmo com tantas distrações ao meu redor que faziam com que perdesse noites de sono. Mesmo com um relacionamento inesperado que balançou todas as minhas estruturas porque logo descobri uma traição. Morri por dentro, foi mais doloroso que tomar um tiro. Foi aí que aprendi que nem todo amor é pra sempre. Ainda mais quando dentro dele existe um mar de obsessão e toxicidade.

A vida percorreu de forma tranquila e, mesmo sendo bastante desconfiado, consegui seguir uma vida normal. Não gosto de beber, então sempre fui para as festas e permanecia sóbrio. Odiava a forma que as pessoas ficavam ao ingerir muito álcool e não queria ficar igual. Vivo atrás de amizades, acho que é porque me faz esquecer a falta de carinho materno e paterno. Nunca poupei esforços para conquistar a confiança de alguém.

Resolvi me mudar, com a aprovação dos meus pais, e logo viajei sem qualquer preocupação para a cidade de Sokcho. Transferi a faculdade para o local e logo encontrei um apartamento para viver sem problemas por ali. Talvez aquele lugar trouxesse algo emocionante para a minha vida. Pelo menos é o que eu espero, chega de tanta decepção.

Minha nova vida me aguardava e posso afirmar que agora veremos se o destino está pronto para mudar todo esse roteiro, definitivamente.

OOC: +18. Temas de interesse: Friendship, shipping, angst, crack, smut, violence. TW: Insetos.

#yul.jangsa #yul.kyungdonguni

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