#Ghostwriter {OOC}

[viraldollhouse]

I’m making playlists for the RAM verse for Alastor and I found a song that’s making me think about Velvette.

Absolutely devastated and horrified, she’ll promise Vox that she can keep his legacy intact—whether he understands it or not.

Working herself to the bone in a way she never had to or even thought she could manage. Aging fifty years in the seven that Alastor is gone. Learning how to play businesswoman in the day, and collapsing at night.

Trying to avoid Vox on bad days, because she can’t take seeing him like that. On good days, she’ll think of it as “starting over from scratch”. Making a new friend every interaction they have. It’s the only way she can maintain any kind of patience with him.

It would be the most likely verse for her to actually commit to someone since she’s had to grow up so much so fast. Going from the sugar baby type to just wanting to come home to someone who will listen to her sorrows without judgement.

She doesn’t even want Alastor dead at that point; she hopes he just never comes back.

Once he does, the damn breaks loose and that fiery person she used to be comes roaring back. Ready to fight and kill all over again.

[mcbigbro]

hey fellas! it's been a while, huh? i'm not entirely sure who all is even around anymore, but i'm gonna go ahead and give a life update for anyone who's interested and remembers me. you don't have to read it, it's a bit long, but it'll give a quick outline on the plans for this blog going forward.

so first- you probably already guessed this but i kind of fell out of hypmic a long time ago. i'm still not really that much into it anymore nor do i really plan to invest myself in it again, i'm getting a bit too old for that. because of this i'm essentially going to turn ichiro into my own oc and this blog from here on out is going to be extremely canon-divergent.

second- i'm in the process of moving! i'm going to be living on my own starting next month, so even though i've remembered the login for this blog and i plan to start working on easing myself back into writing, i still will not be here all of the time. i am an adult with adult responsibilities like a full time job and therapy, so don't expect me to be around too much?

last thing- i lost the psds i used for this blog. like. all of them. they're gone. poof. ive gotten a new computer since the last time i accessed this blog and the dropbox that i used to back my stuff up is tied to an email that i no longer have access to, so i will be overhauling a lot of stuff graphically. until this is resolved i will either be not using icons at all or just reusing old graphics that i posted previously on this blog until i manage to make new ones.

i think? that's it? that's all i can think of off the top of my head. so yeah big bro is tentatively back in the house yo!

[cosmosoracle]

Most unexpected NPC your muse met in Bodie’s Haunt? also any clue on the reason behind this place name? this is the most interesting part to me!

Bodie's Haunt: Ghostwriter

The most unexpected one was probably the Ghostwriter, one of the last figures the party met after the mission was completed, little before leaving what was left of the town. He was an entity tied to a book found in a sort of laboratory on the upper floor of Bloody Jormat's refuge. Whatever the core of the content of its book was, however, won't be discovered so easily, for Rasmia claimed it for a contract before the time to investigate happened. (Player's note: it wasn't even ever discovered that the rune on its cover, read Azab, was a power word in a language that Zinnya could understand. Her player is still crying over that!)

About Bodie's Haunt itself, unfortunately, not many informations were gathered. Everything the team knew was that the town had been infected and invaded by the undead for quite some time; the most specific informations learnt before leaving Deadbridge were about a friend of Echo, Keelu, who also died while trying to fight for his people. The Headmaster wanted to figure out what happened and eventually have him freed with the rest of the unfortunate souls who belonged there.

[lephamquynhnhu]

Millennial Aegis

Chapter 6 (End)

Jing Yuan x Fem! reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Arranged marriage, the reader has a default name, OOC, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: ~3000

Summary: He is so stubborn to give up on you, and you are too hard-headed to reciprocate his affection. When do you both stop torturing each other?

Note: The first line I wish to express my sincere appreciation to Tanpostblog, crazy-ghostwriter, babymarshall, lady-cryptstone, mikakosama, thatanonymouschocolate, xdrin, Jingyuanbeloved, and briacee for your constant support on this series. I planned on finishing it in five chapters, but it was longer than expected.

You were falling into an unlimited spiral abyss and witnessing how the flame phoenix was born. Suddenly, a horrendous scene unfolds in front of your eyes while running restlessly. The desolate landscape with appalling carnage full of heads, limbs, and gnawing bodies sprawling on the ground burdened on a red spider lilies field. You could practically hear their spirits accuse and curse your name for not saving them when the wind carrying a foul smell breezed. Everything was dyed in a dead vermillion hue as the bloodred moon glared upon soil permeated with millions of innocent lives. 

You agonized over long and hard what to do, just fleeting from the dying world. You kept running until you saw the familiar shape on the apex of a hill built by multiple deceased bodies. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jing Yuan hanging on the wooden cross with a tored throat, limbs dissipated, and crows hovering above. Before you could scream out of horrifying, rotten hands rising from the surface grabbed your legs to sink you to hell. The last thing that remained was the cursed moon bleeding its black mud down. 

The dreadful sight dispels as you jolt awake with cold sweat beads on your brows and forget everything about the nightmare as the utmost sore strikethrough your body. Only a little stir is enough to accumulate the aching. However, the coziness of Jing Yuan's embrace soothes your pain, which must be solace for his roughness last night. The sound of you waking up makes him smile slightly as he feels you cuddle against him. His hand reaches over to stroke your hair gently, causing a sense of warmth and comfort. 

"Jing Yuan! What were you last night? A wild beast devoured his spouse alive?" You point your index finger at his nose, scolding him. The amber eyes waver, then alight with mischief when he looks back at you, trying not to laugh and shaking his head. He is unascertained if he wants to answer that question.

"Don't you dare to laugh! Do you have any idea how much it hurts right now?" You intend a feathery tap at his face, but the general quickly stops your wrist before it lands its target. His eyes narrow as he stares down at you, still holding your arm in place as he speaks calmly. 

"I am truly sorry. I went overboard last night, so I beg your pardon, my lady."

He seems apologetic and genuine about what happened last night when Jing Yuan leads your hand to cup his cheek and kisses your palm. The free hand runs over your bruising chest with his hickeys when you caress his cheekbone affectionately and grant him amnesty. Then he leans forward to kiss you, slipping his tongue out and meeting yours whilst fingers lightly running along your neck. As he pulls away, Jing Yuan winks at you slyly.

You both were supposed to have a blissful marriage if the Stellaron Disaster was not downcast. 

Your heart ached when the general returned from battle in an unconscious state again, and you began thinking of his laden responsibility. Being protected and protecting are two separate things asunder. What did it feel like to present as Luofu's General for millennia? Has he ever been tired of being bestowed with unparalleled intellect and peerless swordsmanship? Maybe you have hidden behind his wings and rested for too long. Hence, it was time for your turn to be his guardian, to fulfill your wish under that silver moon.

However, the mission got more challenging since Jing Yuan forbade and blocked your exploiting investigation of the case. A red denial ablaze brightly on the monitor whenever you try to access the information, and even agents of the Cabinet who were well-informed about the Stellaron refused to answer its topic. To obtain sufficient data for analysis, the intel of battling with Lord Phantylia is an invaluable fragment. As a result, the sole method is infiltrating his archive room to duplicate the data. 

Your palms sweated, and Adrenaline coursed through your bloodline rapidly as you heard footsteps resonating closer to the archive's vicinity. Luckily, the replicating progress indicates successful copying before the general entry. Your heart beat loudly at the eardrum when concealing under the trapdoor and overhearing their off-topic chit-chat. A bizarre feeling settled in your ribcage as soon as Lieutenant Yanqing shifted the conservation into Lady Tingyun's affair; Lord Jing Yuan cleverly avoided discussing it and walked out once he found the needed document. 

Your suspicion was soon confirmed at night when he asked you to bring his demanded file from the study room. This Arbitrary-General only needs an excuse to pull you into his lap with arms secured around your waist, preventing you from running off. The papers fall messily on the cold tile floor for all he cares while Jing Yuan settles you steadily on his thigh.

"You sneaked into my archive room today, didn't you?" 

Your blood froze on the spot when hearing the sternness laces in his voice, and you could tell he was mad by the intense stare in those narrowed eyes. You were sure to successfully hack and insert illusion into all the surveillance cameras without leaving a doubtful trace. Nevertheless, the moment you prefer to object, your husband points out the undeniable evidence that keeps your mouth shut because you would never expect every existence in the archive to live for a purpose. His brush pen laid oblique compared to the original place indicated in your presence since only you two shared the accessed authority. Therefore, Jing Yuan takes your silence as an implied answer. 

"A Zhi, please do me a favor just for this time." - He dives head into your sternum, exhaling his favorite scent. - "Whether it is a felony or misdemeanor in Luofu, I will assign it to you as you wish in exchange for retreating from this Stellaron's study." 

The nuance in his beseech expresses its critical level, so your reason to follow the case magnifies significantly. Being consorts for centuries, the general can sense your definitive response before you materialize it vocally. 

"Don't force me to impose on you more restrictions." - His voice mutates as strictly as iron, and the mild amber orbs morph into icebergs. Jing Yuan interprets your stubbornness, so he must not falter because he swore an oath to his name, even your father, to keep you from harm at all cost. Thus, this is not a rash threat. 

After sharing a long stare competition, you attempt to push your luck by tracing fingertips along his hem's collar and start negotiating. Nevertheless, he does not back off, remaining immovable as a stone figure. 

"I had better understand that 'The same trick won't do twice.' more than anyone else as a Strategic advisor." - You chide yourself while pushing your hands up in a surrendering manner and claiming your withdrawal. The general knows it is a lie, yet he wants to believe in your lie. 

However, the cost of defying reduces your chance to zero. You never think he could be this ruthless when it comes to warfare. The first dispute you two have encountered leads to the bitter end when he constrains you as a punishment. Not only do you hand the USB over to him, but Jing Yuan also forfeits your accessed authority to his archive and temporarily discharges your position in the Internal Affairs Bureau. Although the man chooses to put faith in your dishonesty, that does not mean he sits duck and forecasts the second rebellion. 

"The guest room might serve your service." - You press cold lips against his earlobe to fake a kiss, breathe in slowly to suppress the fury that awaits to explode. - "Begone, out of my sight." 

Both of you know that he does not even mind sleeping in the corridor in the condition to get you off Stellaron's case. To you, this argument and those limitations are nothing more than gravel scattering in your path. Conversely, they may be a potential opportunity to exploit. From now onward, it is an underground battle of wits between the Luofu's general and his strategist. Whoever gets the fastest information will win. 

With your interim situation, continuing to collect and analyze the data in the Cabinet is no longer a feasible option. Hence, the Astral crew will be one of your allies now, but you cannot let your guard down to directly connect to them. Every step and each alternative you take will stake your liability if Jing Yuan recognizes the intrigue. Employing spies to mine their information is a sensible way to conceal your hands, and thanks to the brief time interacting with them, you can depict their personalities. March 7th and the Trailblazer are amiable friends who are inclined to share the intel. As for Mister Yang, you should be wary of this man when assigning your subordinates around him. 

In addition to your partners, Blade and Kafka might not escape Luofu yet because their wanted posters cover every alley. And a competitive merchant could acquire benefits if taking advantage of quid pro quo. You deem the Arbitrary General was too tolerant to restrain someone. If he were cruel enough to shut you in a cell, you would not contract with Silver Wolf. With this genius hacker, you can unauthorized access the network of Internal Affairs freely to obtain top-secret information. 

"You will become a political criminal and be accused of national betrayal, Lady Jin." - The angelic voice of the purple-haired woman singsong at your side while making a deal. Her saccharine smile dripping with nullifying nerve poison did not cast a jinx on you. As long as you are eligible to rescue Xianzhou, you do not mind hand-tarnishing and playing the villain's role. 

Furthermore, to prevent your information blockchain from leaking or any accidents, you divide the source into two segments: electronic data and physical version. As for the software, you are confident about Silver Wolf's system, and the spy team will develop a coding system that only you can decipher those materialized documents. 

You are now very close to the truth of Stellaron and the purpose of Tingyun's missing. This battle is not just about wits, but also about psychology because your mentality will break at any time when working under intense pressure, and you are positive that Jing Yuan still keeps a tab on your actions. It seems like walking onto a rope since any stripped steps will lead you to fall into an abyss. You have already gambled everything into this Stellaron case, so trivial mistakes are unacceptable. 

"Xianzhou is in its dead end, huh?" - A hopeless sigh leaves your lips as you drum the Ambrosial Abor's bark on the table. It was once a remnant of Phantylia's physical body and still lingering her power. You ordered a reconnaissance mission for Yu Ye - one of your spies, to scout Scalegorge Waterscape and collect some observations. According to the final analysis, it turns out like you used to suspect. Disciples of the Sanctus Medicus organization have an inextricable link to the path of Destruction, and Danshu is their leader. The bags under your eyes connote white nights of restlessly investigating the case and strategizing an offensive plan. However, the more you try, the more desperate you get because the end of Xianzhou is nigh. 

"General will rampage..." - You pungently laugh while considering the ace to rescue the ship from its wreckage. 

Three days after your finding, Lord Phantylia ambushes with another appearance and boundless potency. She synthesizes with the Ambrosial Abor and devastates all axis avenues to isolate the Divination Commission. The bell of an urgent evacuation was announced deafeningly as the defensive force assembled under the general's order. The Internal Affairs determines this turmoil with the highest rank: The Grand Calamity. Jing Yuan and the Astral Express, including the support of Imbibitor Lunae's incarnation, combat valiantly to repel her attacks, even rip off her earthly body again. But alas, the assault was no more than bait to whittle their stamina. 

The vassals of Destruction are truly twisted creatures because Phantylia used Tingyun as her backup vessel to manifest as a pseudo-embodiment. The circumstance gets dire when Jing Yuan eradicates her presentation. Phantylia's insane laugh echoes across the frontline when she obtains her end, revealing that Stellaron's core gained its humanoid attribute inlaid into the tree, which has grown maturity and is about to blow away Luofu. Everyone roots their feet on the ground, trucking with astonishment when they realize it took Tingyun's features for preference. In the meantime, you have fully prepared and hurriedly advanced to the battlefield. 

"You will die." - said Fu Xuan, who abruptly hinders your way with two Cloud Knight soldiers standing behind. You silently commend her clairvoyance as clutching on the long sleeve. General's order or not, you will not be backward this time and instinctively initiate the combat stance without saying. However, to your surprise, Fu Xuan raises her hand to display a military-style greeting. 

"Farewell, Tactician. We will always remember you." 

The usual stoic face transfers into solemnness, and a faint smile decorates her complexion when you reciprocate her respects. The Apocalypse has befallen Luofu, so either going to the gallows today or tomorrow, your destiny is inevitable. Reversely, Xianzhou will be safe if she lets you go.

"Then, I go first. Goodbye, Master Diviner." 

Little do you know, as soon as your turning heels march forth, tears cascade like small streams on Fu Xuan's features because she knows this is the last conversation. Her hand keeps in place while watching your figure gradually shrink into the bands of light, embarking on the suicide mission.  

Twilight dyes the Cetral Starskiff Haven into a honeyed hue, pouring his shadow long onto the cemented ground. The evening breeze wafts in the scent of mid-summer, causing the scarlet hair tie to dangle slowly while Jing Yuan is grazing the sunset. His mind winds up reminiscing about your record, about that fatal day. 

You confessed all your sins, described detailed tactics of your scheme in a willing video, and pinpointed your study's whereabouts in the first half.

[...Luofu needs you, Lord Jing Yuan. I was always the one who was protected, so this is my turn to protect you as well as the whole of Xianzhou. As a discerning general, I ascertained you know it is impossible to win without casualties and sacrifices more than anyone else. Even though offering up my life cannot redeem my crime, I still hope you will forgive me.]

Your arrival at the frontline was most opportune when everyone was on their knees. Jing Yuan's pupils squeezed at the scene of you proceeding forward with a peary shaman uniform. As you acknowledged your presence, a sudden sensation of a familiar and alien mixture boiled up his blood like a deja vu phenomenon. He foresaw a vicious omen when the milieu gradually shifted into a foreign landscape according to your spells. Precisely, the one with a flowery blooming hill and roseate pastel petals looms freely. Because the Stellaron's core was attached to the Ambrosial Arbor's ley line, the sensible way to destroy it was using your fate to cut off the link between them by creating a Bounded Field. 

You acquired the relic and its summoning rhapsody from a nomadic entrepreneur for your collecting hobby. At first, you thought it was no more than a myth until you nearly died in an impromptu trial. Jing Yuan never barked orders to you before, but he did back then because this ancient omnipotent power of Divine Phoenix would consume your life and shatter your spirit core, which meant you could not reincarnate.

However, staying in the cosmos of the Imaginary Hanging Garden, he was but a spectator who bore witness to the sacrificial rite. 

"Breath of flame, wings of iron

Resurrect in the evening shroud

We seek for thine salvation 

Hear me, and materialize thineself, Millennial Aegis!" 

The light of four directions rendezvous immediately at the melody from your jade flute. Aurora borealis proudly formed the cupola shape aloft while the Orion constellation blazed in the vermillion sky. All the exaggerated phenomena used to welcome a gigantic phoenix descends. 

A paramount terror besieged Jing Yuan's features when he saw the Extreme Crevasse covering your hands and creeping up your face. 

When Millenial Aegis beat its wings and annihilated the Stellaron's core, the Bounded Field progressively faded, and so did you. The general darted toward you as quickly as possible, but your body completely evaporated into the ether, leaving behind your belongings before he could reach you. The jade flute carving of an elaborate phoenix rolled beside his heel whilst Jing Yuan held your shaman attire dumbfoundedly. 

"Glory to the Xianzhou." was your last sentence with a peaceful smile. 

Immortal is supposed to be a heavenly gift but turns out to be an eternal torment when it carries an unrecoverable wound and chronic affliction, which causes him half-dead, half-alive. Autumn left, Winter came, Spring withered, and endless loops of seasons with time dusting the old memories cannot replenish his hollow soul. Even in another life, you two will never have happiness because it is a perpetual partition. Jing Yuan does not usually tolerate liars, yet he made an exception for you because no matter how hard he tried, the man could not nurture grudges whom he loves to the world beyond. His heart still throbs beside your memento-the red Camillia hair ornament that neatly stays at the inner chest pocket but no longer shows vital signs. 

[I am not afraid of falling into limbo. I only mind that my contribution becomes meaningless. Please live a happy life henceforth devoid of me because this is the last time I say 'I always love thee.']

Jing Yuan was just dreaming. Dreaming of having another chance to protect you and see your smile once again. 

Millions of possibilities cannot bring you back; he knows because he tried.

Millions of tears either, he knows because he cried. 

Footnote: I intend to write for Dan Feng next, but it will take a long time, and I won't post any fics in the near future. Therefore, you can unfollow me if you want. Again, thank you to all readers who love my fanfic.

[in-your-reflection]

//realizing i ghostwrite most of my blogs so people dont realize a lot of them are me so uh

[lady-corrine]

Do you have any fic recs for book bamon? Thnx xx

Book bamon revival, let's go! 💖

My absolute favourite writer for them is WriterbyHeart. She captures book Bonnie and Damon so well in her fics, and they're always so electric and so delicious, simply chef's kiss! Red Flags, Slip, Storms and The Best Kind of Medicine are only a couple of my favs from her. (I'm still waiting for her Intentions Part 2 🤞)

Shock to the System is also one of my favourite fics for them.

ErzsebethBathory also had amazing fics with them, especially No Regrets, Mine, etc. Shine Together is especially dear to me because it's a pregnancy AU one and these one are so rare 🥹 The Way It Should Be it's Stelena centric but it's extremely fun how the author points out how nonsensical the ghostwriter's version is.

You Only Live Once is very very good, and the author in general has amazing bamon fics, predominantly their show version.

Just Let Go goes with the "what if Damon didn't manage to save Bonnie in Midnight and she really dies" route and it's heartbreaking. (At first I thought that maybe it's ooc for him to be so shattered by her death but that was before I read Lisa's continuations. Once I did read them, oh boy... The way he blames himself for putting her in danger and reacts at the posibility of her being slightly hurt makes it clear he would indeed go absolutely berserk if he were to lose her.)

Danielle Salvatore's fics for them are always so fluffly and so sweet. And I love that she really captured how soft and tender Damon is with Bonnie in book canon, something that many times is ignored.

Inevitable is a one-shot but it's genuinely so good.

These are the ones I remember for now, I'll add more at a later date. Unfortunately, as is probably obvious, there aren't that many fics (especially recent) with them. However, it's interesting to note that book bamon is the most popular book ship in terms of fanfics (as it should be god bless 😌). The lack of more works I blame on no one but Julie Plec and the rest of the tvd show team, who did not follow the books on their romantic relationship because of their racism. 😒

[quicktimeeventfull]

9/10/17 for the ask game!

thank you!!! excellent excellent questions

9 - worst part of canon

i would argue this isn’t actually strictly canon (and point out that it wasn’t written by o&o) but it’s almost universally treated as such so i think it counts. the how to read: 13 book. literally every single addition is terrible but i will give special mention to: L’s name, the ages, the intelligence ratings. i use many of these things too because at this point it’s wildly inconvenient to do otherwise, but i do not like them. (except for L’s birthday being on halloween, great choice by the shounen jump ghostwriters)

worst thing from canon proper is that weird panty drawer scene in l:abb — it is SO creepy and unnecessary — and honestly ryuk’s obsession with apples is kind of annoying and got unbearably flandarized in the tertiary material.

10 - worst part of fanon

i feel like people have a tendency to write both light and L as unnecessarily mean — like they’re just saying nasty things to be quippy, and it’s meant to be funny. i do not feel this is reflective of how they behave in canon. i can put up with a lot of ooc behaviour but this makes me exit immediately. idk. they’re awful but they’re not sadistic just for the sake of it. the way you write them (ie mean but not in this mindless, shallow way) is fantastic and is also one of the reasons i forwarded your fic to everyone the second i read it gkjghj

ALSO my nemesis, the human washing machine. i need everyone to understand that’s from a joke comic to promote the non-canonical L: change the world movie. i hate it. i will eat it.

17 - there should be more of this type of fic/art

sometimes what echoing your answer here, but i think there should be more horror content in general. in particular i would love to see more of that loving, unfettered gore which used to be a mainstay of death note fic but is strangely rare now. the only thing i’ve read in recent memory is palimpest by waitingforthebus (which is quite good.)

also i would love to see more first & second person POV and canon character/OC. not super popular but i love them.

choose violence ask meme

[am-i-the-asshole-rotomblr]

AITA for stalking my estranged family member?

(Before I write this: I'm writing it for the actual OP 🎶 they have some issues with tone and asked me to write it for them! Hope you don't mind 💖)

Not disclosing any ages, and using fake names! But a few years ago, a couple of my family members (Val, F and Gian, M) vanished off the face of the earth while traveling. Somewhat recently, however, they've popped back up online!

Obviously, I wanted to reach out, but one of our older relatives (Mira, F, shocked she's still alive really) advised me not to do so immediately, and to give her time to herself before any reaching-out is done. Apparently, Val's been through something very bad and we don't want to scare her off by coming in too strong... or something like that.

So instead of that I've just been watching! 🎶 Sending anything relevant along to Mira and watching out for an excuse to reach back out. I just feel a bit weird about it all without her knowing 😔

AITA for, ah, for all that?

(ooc: all characters including the ghostwriter are mine! not tagging myself though i wanna keep my secrets /silly)

[livia-dovehallow]

As someone who loved lucie jesse what is your opinion of them post chot?

**SPOILER WARNING**

I'm quite upset about how everything went down for them in chot and the really bad level of ooc they were :(

Jesse's was way worse than Lucie's by a long shot, but I've got a couple other asks in my inbox specifically referring to Jesse that I will elaborate more on there.

For them as a couple, I really liked them in Chog and Choi because of the innocent/true nature of their feelings and that they were both romantics who just had massive crushes on each other. It reminded me a lot of Gabrily's relationship in CP2. They just literally had big crushes on each other the whole time until Gabriel finally did something about it (not that I think he was actually planning on kissing her but that's another gabrily rant I will go on one day)

In Chot they were reduced to literally everything I hate about Jordelia. They were just horny teenagers. Not that teenagers aren't allowed to explore their sexuality and all that but... it just wasn't in character for them? And we hardly got any other kind of romantic development with them? I also really didn't buy that Will was so welcoming to Jesse so quickly to the point where Will is his parental figure instead of either of his actual blood relatives who have canonically tried for years to get to know him. I wanted to see the entire family welcome Jesse before the discussion of Lucie actually marrying him one day was even brought up.

Lucie I am less upset about in terms of their duo because I actually kind of like how she matured a lot in ChoT and how that played into how she viewed her relationship with Jesse, but Jesse was just too ooc for me to really appreciate the amount of ghostwriter was in this book. I really hoped for more gradual growth of their relationship.

[baeksu-krp]

Nome: Lee Rubin Faceclaim: Do Hanse, Solista Data de nascimento e idade: 21.07.1997 — 26 anos Gênero: Masculino Etnia e nacionalidade: Sul-coreano, Coreia do Sul

Moradia: Seodaemun-gu Ocupação: Autor e Ghostwriter Qualidades: Dedicado, Confiante Defeitos: Autoritário, Workaholic User: @bks_rubin

TW: N/A

Nascido numa família pequena e de classe média, Rubin é o mais velho de dois filhos (a sua irm�� é uma “aborrecente”, como gosta de chamá-la). Não tinha grandes expectativas na vida além de conseguir se formar no colégio, entrar numa universidade mediana e arrumar um emprego onde o salário seria o suficiente pra pagar uma moradia, as contas básicas, sustentar um gato e, quem sabe, sobrar limite no cartão de crédito pra fazer uma nova tatuagem. Ao que tudo indica até o presente momento, alguma força maior tinha outros planos pro personagem principal dessa história aqui.

Se, anos atrás, alguém tivesse lhe dito que antes dos trinta anos de idade Rubin estaria vivendo basicamente de algo que começou no mais puro hobby, a resposta dele seria a típica risada debochada acompanhada de um “Nossa, sério? Juuura?” – e então não daria bola pra essa conversa de maluco, era impossível de acontecer. Mas agora olha só pra ele, vivendo num apartamento caríssimo – que era tão grande a ponto de ter feito um quarto exclusivo pro seu gato, o Nero – e sem nem saber onde enfiar todo aquele dinheiro. A “fama” veio com a publicação do seu segundo livro, The Boy from the Woods, que se tornou um best-seller quando Rubin havia recém-completado seus vinte e um anos. desde então, se dedica fielmente às suas obras e, também, a ser um ghostwriter (pra esse último, o pagamento era alto). Alguns de seus livros tiveram adaptações pra TV através de séries e filmes, um atualmente está sendo produzido e ainda não tem data de estreia.

Tentando não surtar a cada vez que o bloqueio criativo resolve pegá-lo de jeito, Rubin segue vivendo na ilusão de que está na maior plenitude. No momento sua maior saudade é a família, já que seus pais se recusaram a deixar Incheon pra viver na capital mesmo com todos os luxos que o filho mais velho poderia bancar; a dongsaeng é quem mais lhe visita, apesar de parecer mais interessada em usar o cartão de crédito do irmão do que qualquer outra coisa... aborrecentes, fazer o quê. A solidão pode ser meio cansativa às vezes, então não era tão incômodo dar esse mimo pra irmãzinha de vez em quando, né? Enfim, veremos quanto tempo leva até o caos se formar com tanta dificuldade que vem encontrando com inspirações ultimamente.

OOC: +18 Triggers: N/A Temas de interesse: Angst, Crack, Fluff, Friendship, Hostility, Shipping, Smut

[mcbigbro]

[ask-percyparker]

⚔, ⚠?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

OOC: Before Rapture? He probably wouldn’t have gone that far to protect someone. But after Percy first steps into Rapture is a different story, now that he’s starting to get used to killing people. :3

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?

OOC: Yes. And he’s sought out revenge on people who threatened him, but didn’t get a chance to hurt him because he struck first. In fact, he did so to his former best friend, Eugene “Flash” Thompson, after he found out about his academic ghostwriting scheme in college and had threatened him with exposing him to the administration.

Percy decided to get back at Flash by stalking him in order to find some way to ruin his life with blackmail. While stalking him, he happened to witness Flash and several others in a fraternity participating in a hazing ritual that resulted in the freshman that was being inducted dying in the process.

Percy made an anonymous tip to the police and it resulted in the fraternity members all getting kicked out of college and arrested. This is also where Percy decided to aim his journalism major towards becoming an investigative reporter.

[yongsanhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) A YONGSAN-GU! @YGN_ANAIS!

Nome: Anaïs Beaufay. Data de Nascimento: 01/12/1999. Idade: 23 anos. Nacionalidade/Etnia: Áustria, austríaca. Ocupação: Ghostwriter e modelo. Tag warning: N/A. Bairro: Hwarang.

Faceclaim: Lee - Modelo. Triggers: N/A.

OOC: +18.

Personalidade: Generosa, diligente e perspicaz. Mentirosa, manipuladora e introvertida.

Biografia: Sua condição de vida, o caráter de seus pais, sua própria pessoa e suas aptidões, nada a predestinava à uma vida na carreira artística. Seu pai era um famoso cientista e médico forense, nada descuidado ou pobre, e uma pessoa muito respeitada, embora se chamasse Angelo e nunca tivesse sido bonito. Possuía uma apreciável fortuna pessoal, além de bons imóveis, e não pretendia, por coisa alguma deste mundo, ter seus filhos guardados a sete chaves. A sra. Anella, por outro lado, era uma mulher de grande juízo, de bom caráter e, o que é mais notável, de boa constituição física. Ela tivera seu primeiro filho antes do nascimento de Anaïs, e, em lugar de morrer pondo esta no mundo, como se devia esperar dela por causa do câncer, viveu ainda, viveu para ter mais um filho, para vê-los crescer ao seu redor e para gozar ela mesma de uma próspera saúde. Uma família de três filhos pode sempre ser considerada uma bela família quando há bastantes cabeças, braços e pernas para distingui-los; mas os Beaufay eram em geral bem bonitos, e Ana, por muitos anos de sua vida, seguiu sendo a queridinha de seus avós e outros familiares que a cercavam. Apesar da aparência descuidada, ela era forte e bem feita, tinha a pele pálida, cabelos castanhos e lisos e traços finos. Tanto quanto sua pessoa, seu espírito não a destinava para a vida pública. Ela gostava muito não somente dos livros, como também dos divertimentos mais infantis possíveis. Adorava ajudar o seu avô no armazém, como também na fazenda a qual zelava, e gostava especialmente de cuidar de um arganaz ou de um canário, ou dos enormes estábulos da propriedade. Tais eram seus gostos. Suas opiniões eram não menos extraordinárias. Sua mãe, filha de uma doméstica aposentada e agora dona de casa, não poupou esforços para guiar a pequena Ana pelos caminhos da arte. Seu primeiro filho havia ingressado na melhor faculdade de medicina em Nova Iorque através de uma bolsa dada pelo grande prestígio que Angelo ainda tinha por lá. Tinha em mente que a filha do meio não aprendia ou não compreendia nada antes que lhe ensinassem muitas vezes, porque era frequentemente desatenta, e às vezes estúpida. Anella consagrara três meses a lhe ensinar a recitar peças teatrais, e depois disso Anastasia, sua irmā mais nova, recitava melhor que ela. Não que Anastasia fosse sempre estúpida; ela aprendeu fábulas famosas sem esforço, tão depressa quanto qualquer menina de toda a Áustria. Sua mãe desejava que lhe ensinasse música, e Ana estava persuadida de que tomaria gosto nisso, porque sentia grande prazer em fazer soar as teclas da velha espineta abandonada. Ela começou aos oito anos. Estudou um ano e foi o suficiente para abandonar. A sra. Anella, que não se obstinava em forçar o talento dos filhos, permitiu que ela desistisse. O dia em que despediram o professor de música foi um dos mais felizes da vida de Ana. A escrita estrangeira e o cálculo lhe eram ensinados por seu pai; os demais, por sua mãe. Seus progressos em nenhuma dessas matérias eram notáveis, e ela fazia o possível para fugir das lições. Que estranha e inconcebível natureza! Isso porque, com todos esses aflitivos sintomas, aos vinte e três anos não tinha nem mau coração, nem mau caráter, era raramente teimosa, disposta a seguir regras, quase nunca levada, muito gentil para com os irmãos, com raros momentos de tirania. Ela era, aliás, turbulenta e despótica, simpatizava com a reclusão e a limpeza, e a coisa de que mais gostava no mundo era rolar de cima para baixo do declive relvado de detrás da casa. Assim era Anaïs Beaufay. No momento em que ela foi lançada nas dificuldades e perigos de uma permanência de cinco anos, para trabalhar, em seus próprios cuidados na capital coreana, as páginas seguintes não conseguiram documentar suficientemente para qualquer pessoa todas as suas diversas experiências e loucuras nas asiáticas. Angelo concluiu suas especializações em Seoul, não tão distante das grandes potências, portanto todos os seus grandes amigos residiam lá. Facilitando assim a vida da sua filha. Ana sempre teve um aspecto gracioso e, nos maus dias, ela chegava a ser mesquinha. Quanto à sua inteligência, era mais ou menos tão inculta como é ordinariamente um menino de 17 anos. Ela sabia tão poucas coisas a respeito de Seoul ou de Hwarang que não disse uma palavra sobre a habitual malignidade das suas experiências lá. Angelo nem desconfiou do perigo que suas maquinações podiam fazer correr sua filha. Seus conselhos se restringiram aos seguintes pontos: "Eu lhe peço, Ana, para, à noite, agasalhar bem o pescoço, e desejo que tenha sempre em dia a conta de suas despesas. Eis um pequeno livro para isso." E assim ele sentia que estava zelando sua filha do meio, a guardando de toda a depravação que viria a moldar a personalidade da futura escritora. Agora que estava morando sozinha, definitivamente, ela desfrutaria de todo o tempo para colocar em prática tudo o que havia aprendido em seu tempo universitário, e principalmente, realizar o sonho de lançar sua arte ao mundo.

[universepersonagens]

( ooc: +18 ) Os fãs não param de falar disso! Parece que Lee Bogum, mais conhecido como ALLY, entrou para as redes sociais, sabia? Dizem que ele parece tanto com o Jeon Jungkook! Ele nasceu em 16/09/1997 na cidade de Seoul, Coreia do Sul e atualmente tem 25 anos. Ele trabalha como solista na Cultural Media, deve ser muito talentoso… Ah, você quer seguir ele? Procura por @uv_bogum e fica de olho nas novidades.

DEMAIS INFORMAÇÕES.

Etnia: coreano.

Personalidade: gentil, carinhoso, tímido e sensível.

Gênero/ano de debut/conceito: indie, lo-fi, new wave, r&b em 2018 com um conceito de um alienígena recém chegado na terra, preso aqui sem a possibilidade de voltar pro seu planeta e tendo de aprender os conceitos e a vida humana.

Fofocas e rumores:

Conseguiu debutar com pouco tempo de trainee porque sua família é rica.

É ghostwriter dentro da ARR label.

Sua primeira win foi comprada.

A maior parte do seu dinheiro é doada pra caridade.

Trabalhos:

Discografia completa.

BACKGROUND/HEADCANONS.

Diferente da crença de muitos, Bogum havia nascido e crescido num lar bem simples. No mesmo prédio em que morava tinha certeza que tinha umas outras 20 crianças como ele pelo menos e no bairro mais umas mil. Era uma vida bem medíocre mas era uma vida feliz, ele gostava dela e nunca foi de almejar muito mais. O dia que tudo isso mudou, provavelmente, foi quando ganhou seu primeiro violão.

Ele nunca tinha sido exatamente o melhor pra se comunicar na vida, mas sentia de verdade que por meio da música podia falar muito do que nunca tinha conseguido antes. Era a sua conexão mais pura entre seus sentimentos e o mundo exterior e era completamente apaixonado por isso. Não demorou muito pra evoluir em instrumentos e começar a lançar aos poucos pequenas músicas autorais no soundcloud.

Nunca realmente almejou ser idol, mas entre uma ou outra apresentação no cenário underground de Seul um caçador de talentos lhe achou e lhe chamou pra Creative. Musicalmente, era um artista pronto, só precisavam criar o marketing em cima disso e prepará-lo para o palco. Demorou ao todo de um ano como trainee antes de sair seu debut oficial, do qual se orgulha muito até hoje, 4 anos depois.

[maro-and-makaria]

OOC: HOLD EVERYTHING.

What if GHOSTWRITER,

OOC

So Maro was originally created to have someone who is Obsessed with Ghost types, specifically Chandelure, because I thought that would be fun. However, I'm getting stuck on an important part of its story: what its actual job is.

That's what polls are for.

[sylvctica]

sylvie and rukkhadevata as fellow gods of trees / woods / forests: