𝟷𝟹ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴀʟs

feel the STORM in your bones and the MOON in your blood- your body is a garden and a MIDNIGHT SKY full of stars; all petals and thorns and burning, untouchable LIFE. they will put your face in their stained-glass windows to REMIND the sun to FEAR you. they will call you WILDERNESS, call you DESTRUCTION, call you MAGIC, but if they want to pronounce your name like a CURSE, you might as well teach their mouths how to TASTE a growing HELL.

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HEED THESE WORDS,

Due to some unforeseen circumstances, 13CEREMONIALS will need to close. We’re really, very grateful for all your efforts and attentions and we would like to thank each and every one of you for joining this little place! We had a lot of things planned and maybe we’ll try again at a later date, but for now it’s become too much. We hope you all understand. Good luck to everyone in their future rping endeavors, and we’re sorry for any inconvenience!

-Admin Sage

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HEED THESE WORDS,

Hey guys, we made a little mistake! Please REFOLLOW @13xaki our photon witch canon! ^^

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hey there, I have a question for you lovely ones! I've read all of the pages but I'm still confused; is this like a slice of life thing or are all witches and familiars in one kind of place? do the witches have to hide and integrate themselves into normal society? if so, how can you tell a witch or a familiar apart from a normal person?

Hello and thank you for your interest! Basically, this is sort of a slice of life, with strong injections of magic, yes, all centered in Busan, South Korea! Members of the coven don’t necessarily have to live in the same building as each other, or even near each other physically, but they do all need to be in the city of Busan, integrated with the normal population. It’s against magic laws to reveal too much of their power to the general public, mostly for their own protection, but things like that are becoming harder and harder to keep under wraps with the way society is becoming linked through social media sites and such.

A lot of witches and familiars have divination abilities or tendencies, even low-key, shallow sensations or feelings in regards to magic, so they’d be able to sense another magical person around them, but it is also sort of like an underground society– so a witch might know people who know people, and be connected through that way.

I hope that answers most of your questions, please do let me know if you’re still confused about anything~

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PLEASE UNFOLLOW

@13hwi @13xaki​

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10|27  -  10|30

choi sooyoung  |  snsd  |  1 am

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HEED THESE WORDS,

And that concludes our Blood Moon event! All the plot drops have been given and should be sitting in your submit boxes, to those who liked the previous post (with the exception of @13hwi and @13daeun for reasons they have been messaged about) !! If any of you have any questions about them or any hang-ups whatsoever, please feel free to message the main about it-- I did my best but if something doesn’t sit right with you, please do come talk to me!

Thanks so much to everyone who’s participated in the event, it’s been a lot of fun~

- Admin Sage

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we echo as we call: can you hear? these are the ones we wait to see, these are the ones in danger, please reappear by OCTOBER 30TH...

@13yoohyeon

@13xjingoo

@13xyerin

@13xxander

@13xalice

@13xaki

@13daeun

@13hwi

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                              STEP LIGHTLY, CHILDREN OF THE MOON

THE COVEN WELCOMES THE 9:30PM CEREMONIAL, KIM EUNJONG, A 21 YEAR OLD BLUE RACER SNAKE FAMILIAR

idiosyncrasy

ambitious, determined, resourceful

stubborn, impulsive, volatile

proficiency

healing: the (rather strong, ironically unwitting) ability to regenerate a living being’s wounds, cuts, bruises, and general aches and pains. although she has no control over when and where it happens, direct contact with the affected area is necessary to initiate the healing process. brushing against her won’t do anything, nor will grabbing her and willing her magic to flow through you. she cannot strengthen or weaken the extent to which her powers affect someone else, she can only watch as her powers spring to life in response to another. infuriatingly so, when she can’t even trust them to respond to her, their master. this ability is considerably stronger whilst she is in snake form, but good luck convincing her to slither in any other direction than away.

gorgon effect: a piercing gaze, quiet, calculating. or so they say. it’s enough to turn anyone to proverbial stone. while those under her gaze do not literally freeze, there’s a pressure there, enough to make regular people squirm, or at least feel the weight of it. it’s worked in her favour in the past, captivating in the worst ways, conveying intensity, influence, power - it’s no coincidence that most dealings tend to end in her favour, should she want them to.

ineptitude

the complete and utter inability to control when she transforms. even years after the discovery of her powers, her transformations are still ruled by emotion, particularly those of fear, anger, anguish. they are almost always a result of a loss of control on her part, mentally and emotionally, when her heart might burst forth from her chest, when the tears springing behind her eyes might never stop should she let them fall. she lets fear and hatred rule over her. fear and hatred of herself. though she’s come to terms with being a changeling, that does not mean she accepts it. it’s this aversion to her true self that prevents her from gaining any control over her powers. although she is a child of transformation, she stagnates.

reconciling her dual nature, or the difficulty thereof. it’s difficult for her to adjust to being human again after having been in snake form, especially if in said form for lengthy periods of time. the transformation sends her stumbling, first and foremost, but also leaves her incredibly weak, requiring days to stand without trembling, as if learning how to walk all over again. she’s left squinting in the brightness of the sun, with air she cannot keep in her lungs, with a heartbeat that doesn’t fit in her body, with an unease in the only body she ever should’ve had.

sanctions

although she is a changeling, she views magic and humanity as two separate things, two states at war within her, and so that’s what they become. fear of her own nature allows it to rule over her, and so the more she tries to run from it, the more it instills its grip on her, fear morphing her magic into something darker, drawing power from the wrong places, the underworld.

she becomes more serpentine as the days go by, small changes such as slit-like pupils. but also in her traits, becoming more like the serpents of old, vindictive and venomous, entitled in their sacredness, their closeness to the divine. more subtly, more dangerously, this leaves her open, more susceptible to dark forces, evil in intent, eager for her mind and soul, should she not make a change.

memoirs

0. blearily between blades of grass, she sees moonlight.

the sky is dark and inky. starless. the moon a waning crescent. all indications of passing time, of time passed and yet, she doesn’t know how long it’s been.

how many days, weeks, months it’s been. all arbitrary words to someone, something like her.

all she knows is the hunger that grips at her core, writhing, twisting, begging her to move, to do something. instead she embraces the cold, the sluggish numbness, and coils her lithe body around itself again and again in the hopes that it will consume itself, should the elements fail to do so.

she doesn’t know how long it’s been, or how long it will be until the end.

all she knows is that she’s stopped counting.

1. it’s all rather anti-climactic, she thinks. the way her life had changed.

that’s enough, her father had said, voice even, gaze clouded, distant.

the witch shows no reaction, only leans backwards in her seat, drops her hands from the table. she speaks, carefully: what is?

her father waves his hand around. all of this. because clearly, he pauses to chuckle, this… this is all a mistake. we- we never should’ve invited your kind here. into our home.

the witch keeps her expression neutral. the room is silent save for the ticking of a clock, and eunjung sees her father tremble for the first time. she chances a glance at her mother: screwed away, tucked into the side of a chair, hands white for how hard they grip at the armrests. both of her parents are looking pointedly away from her, staring at anything but her.

looking back now, eunjung thinks that they really did love her. but it was the simple fact that doctors, slaves to empirical reasoning, could never accept, could never be forced to believe in something not meant to be true.

fathe-

don’t! don’t fucking call me that, eunjung i- her father flinches, startles in horror, moves his mouth around the bitter syllables of her name, knowing that what was once daughter was now…

get out.

the words are simple. enunciated quietly.

no one moves. her mother holds her breath, eyes shut tight even as tears slip down her cheeks.

GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!

her father’s eyes are crazed, desperation rushes up and out of his lungs, reverberates around the room, bounces from the walls, all sharp edges, unpalatable fear-

eunjung feels like the room is spinning.

the witch stands and sweeps eunjung out of the house in one fluid movement, as though she’s seen the extent of what human fear can do. the door slams behind them. eunjung knows that her mother will not break down until they are sure that she’s long, long gone. the witch grabs her by the shoulders, says something. shakes her firmly.

it’s funny. she can’t even find it inside her to cry.

so she’s ushered into a car, led by the arm and shoved in. they drive. as they always do. they take the highway as they always do, they pass over the bridge as they always do, they stop at a red light as they always do and

she gets out and jumps.

2. she runs away when she’s 16.

or that’s what she wishes to be true.

she barely feels it when it happens. energy rushing through her, tingling at the tips of her fingers down to her toes

and then she sees dancing dust, particles in a pool of moonlight streaming onto the floor. the room is darker, sharper, and at the base of the mirror she sees a snake.

brilliant blue, deep, rich, beautiful.

she screams.

thrashes around in a frenzy, slithers and shakes as though trying to rid herself of her own skin until she’s lying in a heap of exhaustion, tucked into a corner underneath her bed. she weeps, coated in dust, and desperately wishes she had tears. a deep fear takes root in her, sends her heart beating so wildly she thinks it might just give out and die. other times, she merely stares into the mirror at whatever monster looks back at her. wills for it to change back back back until she launches herself at the mirror, bashing hard against cold glass but there’s only so much a young snake can do.

a sound freezes her movements and she’s diving back beneath her bed-frame, coiled and aching, more fearful of being found out than of anything else.

it goes on like this for weeks.

her parents pace in and out of her room, wondering, worrying. her mother weeps, sometimes sitting atop her bed. eunjung silently weeps alongside her, and wishes for nothing more than to give her mother some comfort. but creeping, cold scales will do nothing but stop her heart.

when it happens again, she barely feels it.

she doesn’t know how, she doesn’t know why, but when she changes back the first thing she does is heave the contents of her stomach onto the floor. when her parents later see her reappear deathly pale, grey, covered in snot and tears, they don’t ask questions.

they’re just glad she’s alive.

and somehow, so is she.

3.i. she should’ve known.

she should’ve known that it was merely a matter of time.

for as much as she tries, how can you hide the monster that lurks inside of you, pretend to be normal when you know you are changed.

for as much as she tries, she can’t stop it from happening again and again.

and when it does, there’s simply no time to hide.

3.ii. it was a stupid argument.

but at the time, she remembers screaming her lungs out, ripping her bloodied heart from her chest and bearing it for them, her parents, the only people in the world who were supposed to love her unconditionally.

she remembers them, unyielding. cold logic, steadfast against anything other than their truth.

she remembers it happening then, quick and unlike before, like a bolt of lightning jolting through her veins.

she remembers hissing at them, raising herself up to her full length to look them in the eye. she remembers their faces, twisted and frozen in terror, her mother moving to clutch at her father, the both of them stumbling away from her, mouths babbling, unable to find any words.

monster.

she remembers the slow horror, the realization of what she had done, and when her father fumbles for a letter opener on the table behind them, she remembers her mother wailing, incomprehensible sobs: wait!

somehow, they loved her even then.

she lives through the night. and the days after, until they bring a witch inside their home.

4. her mother’s idea, eunjung’s sure of.

where she heard the whispers of magic, eunjung has no idea, but she supposes she is grateful to her.

it’s the witch that takes her from her room, that forces her to change back, that brings her shuddering from the pain down the stairs to be sat in front of her parents.

the witch talks for some time. explaining in simple terms.

that’s enough, her father had said.

the witch shows no reaction, only leans backwards in her seat, drops her hands from the table. she speaks, carefully: what is?

everything, eunjung knows. we tried to speak of magic as though it isn’t a curse, as though that isn’t a monster that sits at our table with a devil holding the leash.

get out, he had said, in simple terms.

somehow, they loved her, even then.

but it wasn’t enough.

5. blearily between blades of grass, she sees moonlight.

the sky is dark and inky. starless. the moon a waning crescent. all indications of passing time, of time passed and yet, she doesn’t know how long it’s been.

when she hears the crunch of the ground next to her, she makes no move to escape. she merely wraps around herself even tighter, taut in her shivering, and resigns her fate to their will.

but a single touch is enough to ignite her nerves ablaze, alive as they’ve never been before. she feels an energy coursing through her, magic, as she’ll come to know, eager, brimming, receptive to the other’s touch and instantly, they know.

she doesn’t know how long it’s been since she’s been in another’s arms, but they’re so, so warm that it burns.

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10|27  -  10|30

choi sooyoung  |  snsd  |  1 am

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HEED THESE WORDS,

Tonight, Mother Moon is wide and full, red and hinting at a calamitous mystery, pulsing with power none of the coven fully understands yet. You’ve burned below her, danced and eaten and sang below her, heard rumors of a shift in magic, and now it’s time for a small sneak peek.

This is a call for a PLOT DROP!  Anyone who likes this post between tonight, WEDNESDAY 24TH, and FRIDAY 26TH, will receive a prompt over the weekend in regards to their abilities and divinations, witches and changelings alike. The only criteria needed is that you must have participated in the BLOOD MOON EVENT before midnight Friday to qualify.

FAIR WARNING: this plot drop might be creepy, eerie, or unsettling, and while it will absolutely not be godmodding, it may include suggested actions. Nothing will be outright horrific or gory, and all triggers and sensitive material will be heeded and taken into consideration, but if anyone has any hesitations, please feel free to message the main with any questions.

Beware the battlefield of the mind...

- Admin Sage

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APPLICATION RECEIVED

kim jiyeon (bona)  |  wsjn  |  9:30pm  |  as kim eunjung, blue racer snake familiar

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10|21  -  10|24

kim jiyeon (bona)  |  wsjn  |  9:30pm ( ext. )

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10|17  -  10|20

kim jiyeon (bona)  |  wsjn  |  9:30pm

APPLICATIONS RECEIVED

none at the moment

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                              STEP LIGHTLY, CHILDREN OF THE MOON

THE COVEN WELCOMES THE 2AM CEREMONIAL, KIM YOOHYEON, A 21 YEAR OLD DREAMCRAFT WITCH

idiosyncrasy

positive traits: charismatic, empathetic, ebullient

negative traits: unrealistic, invasive, reckless

proficiency

i map out the words, maybe you will say them: When in someone’s dream, Yoohyeon has full access to their subconscious and therefore, their skills. While she can’t actively pick and choose, parts of their subconscious will bleed into hers, and when she wakes up she’ll be able to copy a skill of the person in her dreams. For example, should someone whose dreams she’s entering know French, she’ll be able to speak French when she wakes up for a limited amount of time. The longer she spends in someone dreams and the more willing they are to let her in, the longer she’ll retain the skill. This also allows her to instantly and fluently understand someone’s dreams and the symbolism behind it, and suffer no consequences of things she might not understand while awake.

i know why the wolf sings to the moon: Yoohyeon is particularly strong in communication in dreams, understanding them and remembering them when waking up. Rather than controlling a dream, she instinctively knows how to manipulate a dream to get the desired effects. Her sights abilities are particularly strong and get stronger the better she knows a person.

ineptitude

let these colors bleed and blend in mine: Yoohyeon is very easily influenced by another’s emotions in the dream, which often creates a feedback loop, making a nightmare more terrifying, or a dream more beautiful. It’s extremely hard for her to get any objective and useful information out of a dream.  She also has issues separating her own feelings and identity from those in her dreams or whose dreams she entered, making her unstable in real life.

oh, where are you now?: Yoohyeon can only enter the dreams of people she met before or are in her close proximity. Those she has a close personal bond with are easier for her to find, even if they’re further away. Further, while Yoohyeon can enter the mind of someone unwilling, it’s much harder and very  unpleasant for her.

sanctions

the insomniac dreams only of waking up: Yoohyeon sleeps, but Yoohyeon dreams instead of rests. As long as she uses her powers, her brain and body don’t get the beneficial (and crucial) effects of natural sleep. In the best terms this means Yoohyeon will wake up just as exhausted or sore as she went to sleep, but taken further this means that Yoohyeon’s brain doesn’t process trauma well or in some cases at all, that stresses on her body such as injury and illnesses heal a lot slower due to a lack of rest. This makes it nearly impossible for her to use her powers for a long, continuous time without severe consequences for her health.

the dreamer thinks only of sleep: Dreams are as vibrant and real to Yoohyeon, perhaps even more so, than the real world. The longer she uses her powers, the more she runs the risk of getting stuck in the Dreamworld. If she used her powers for a long time, or several nights in a row, she will start to confuse the real world and the dreamworld. This very often leads to extremely reckless and dangerous behaviour, and has a serious impact on how she bonds with the people around her. While in the dreamworld, everything will feel real to Yoohyeon, so any lucid dreamer could easily inflict heavy trauma, physical or mental, on Yoohyeon, which will also affect her body in reality.

memoirs

I.

2 am, pouring rain, tires screeching as gravity loses its grip. She is fourteen, taste of blood in her mouth, glass in her veins, metal in her lungs.

Someone is screaming, a voice distant like a dream, screaming a name (her name, remember that, remember that always, your name), screaming Yoohyeon, stay with me, but she can’t and she doesn’t. (What was there to stay for, she can’t remember.)

She goes away.

II.

Sometimes the trees are trees, but only if she looks at them from the right angle. If she looks at them from another they are not trees, but they are promises, growth and strength. Sometimes the falling is falling, but mostly it is flying, unless it is control slipping through her fingers, unless it’s something else entirely.

Sometimes the world is hers, and she builds it as much as she destroys it, towers cleaning the sky, flowers with souls climbing up, staircases both ending and endless, ravines tearing the earth apart if she wills it. The sun rises and sets with her.

Sometimes the world is someone else’s, and she stumbles into them likes mazes, watches the world unfold around her like a book in a language only she understands. There are worlds that come back, worlds she returns to, even if they are different every time, different scene but same energy.

III.

(In the white sheets of a hospital bed, Yoohyeon sleeps. Her mother learns to stop crying, learns to name the emptiness inside her heart. Learns the words we don’t know why she won’t wake up, learns how to strangle only her own heart when they say, she is perfectly fine, but she won’t wake up.)

IV.

Her world tells her things, stories that are yet to come, stories that are happening in a world far, far beyond hers, one that she knows from long forgotten times. She sees the things others like her see, sees from behind closed eyelids.

V.

(but he is there like a whisper, your world isn’t real.)

VI.

What does Yoohyeon remember of real? When she thinks of real her world becomes a tower and the door is always locked, when she thinks of real, everything glimmers and shines but nothing is worth a damn thing, when she thinks of real –

she thinks of nothing much at all.

VII.

(but your world isn’t real)

VII.

Open your eyes, the voice says, open yours eyes, open your eyes, until there is no song in the air but those words, until the earth shakes and the rivers bleed dry, until flying is falling and all she hears is an engine and there is blood in her mouth and glass in her veins and metal in her lungs and that voice whispering and screaming both saying your world isn’t real, open your eyes.

IX.

(In an empty hospital room, Yoohyeon wakes up, and the world shifts.)

X.

So her eyes are opened and the world is real and falling is always falling. Trees are just trees. There is nothing but the slow passing of time and the moon struggling its way back into fullness, before it fades.

Yoohyeon opens her eyes and learns all about fading.

XI.

But the world is real and raw and the world wants her dead because all the shiny things mean something here in this world of rules and gravity and non-change. So she runs, to the place she saw in her dreams, in her real world, runs to a place where maybe she doesn’t have to be alone.

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10|14  -  10|17

kwon min-sik (sik-k)  |  soloist  |  10:30pm

APPLICATIONS RECEIVED

kim yooyeon  |  dreamcatcher  |  2am  |  as kim yoohyeon, dream witch

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and for a single effervescent moment, the earth breathes suspended and bright, lightened from the blazing fire and the gaze of a red, coiled moon, the wind blowing crisp and clear off the surf of the beach, and the coven members hover safely inside this paranormal protection.

                         between two worlds,                                                life hovers like a star

it’s october 24th 2018, and all prophecies proclaim the burning of this month’s full moon, a hunter’s moon, to be a noteworthy occurrence, the blood-hued beauty bringing changes and mystery, the dawn of a new era, the fringe of new magic, something riding on the heels of its crest. the moon is too powerful to see beyond its sheen of enigma, impossible to guess at the new revelations it may produce, but a celebration is in order all the same-- the triple goddess burns lively this year and requires a ceremonial display.

so the coven of korea gives it to her.

                                           twixt night and morn,               upon the horizon’s verge

along the northern stretch of busan’s beachline curve against the east sea, where the city melts away slightly to trees and smaller patches of sand and gravel and stones, there is a compact, out-of-the-way section hardly ever disturbed or popularized by the masses given its spattering of sharper boulders and harsher tides against the shore. since the season is late and the water is too cool for swimming, the area is mostly deserted, giving the coven plenty of leeway and freedom to conduct their ritual.

‘tis nothing but a commemoration, a gathering of joy and festivity; a wide-brimmed bonfire is set, littered with enough kindling and fuel to keep it cackling tall and bright all night long, and everyone is encouraged to bring instruments to play, songs to sing, marshmallows to burn, and saké to drink. nothing is mandatory except attendance, but dancing in the sand is encouraged, prayers and gratitudes to the moon are appreciated (for all magic comes from the celestial light of mother moon), and tall tale stories are as welcome as the blinking twilight of the stars themselves.

witchcraft forms in many different circumstances, not all of which include spells or potions.

AND SO BEGINS CEREMONIALS’ BLOOD MOON EVENT

this event is meant for all members of the rp to find ways to participate, either through SOLOS, THREADS, SCRIPTS, OR HEADCANONS!

this event will last between SUNDAY OCTOBER 14TH through SATURDAY OCTOBER 27TH

ic-wise, the occurrences of this event span over just one evening!

please message the main if you have any questions about anything!

please tag any posts relating to this event as #13:blood moon

have a good time, coven! while you still can….

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10|10  -  10|14

park jimin  |  bts  |  7:30pm

10|14  -  10|17

kwon min-sik (sik-k)  |  soloist  |  10:30pm

APPLICATIONS RECEIVED

kim yooyeon  |  dreamcatcher  |  2am  |  as kim yoohyeon, dream witch (messaged)