[aerisminho]

magic anon effects: flesh

This was a dangerous game. Minho knew that. The smart thing to do would be to hide away in the suite until this spell had worn off. The thing with spells though was that they so often over powered any type of rational thought. So instead Minho was walking the halls of the castle desperate for anyone to fulfil the need burning under his skin. 

A far too bright smile taking his over his face once he found a worthy target. Leaning into the other mans space naturally. “How do you feel about having some fun? I’ll let you do whatever you want to me in return.”

@krovscastlestarters​

[aerisminho]

Gemini

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[aerisminho]

Flesh

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

"Oh. This one feels dangerous." The elemental already eyeing up the men around him to work out which one might satisfy.

[krovscastleevents]

Spring Magic Anons – Part II

Please reblog these lists of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in an effort to avoid spamming the dash with the M!A lists being reblogged.

These can also be combined with other magic anons from Part I.

Broken Glamour: Oh no! Does your muse have a glamour hiding their true form? Not any more! Any glamour hiding the truly monstrous appearance hiding underneath that pretty mask is now broken with no way to be fixed until the spell is over. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Freaky Friday: Muse has found themselves swapping bodies with another character (both muns must agree to this FC swap). Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Red Scars: The scars on the muse’s body suddenly open again, bleeding just as heavily as when they got them. Whether or not they are just as deep/just as fatal as when they got them is up to the mun. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. Effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Gemini: Muse will split into two versions of themselves, the “positive” or “good” and “negative” or “bad” sides of their existing personality traits. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

Love’s Keen Sting: Muse becomes obsessively jealous of a person of the anon’s choosing, believing them to be a romantic rival. Effect lasts 24 hours.  

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetish wear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they might feel. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

The Telepath: Muse is able to hear the surface thoughts of everyone within a few feet around them (unless others have the capacity for a mental shield). Lack of experience and overuse of this ability may cause headaches or migraines. Ineffective on those who are already telepathic species. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. Effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Light and Dark: (Only affects faeries, fallen angels, poltergeists, necromancers, kresniks, strigoi, ghouls, and liches). Muses possessing the element of light magic will now harness shadow magic and vice versa. Magic wielders who use dark magic now become white magic users and white magic users become dark magic users. Characters can control their opposite element exactly like they would their original. Spell does not affect a character’s personality, only their powers. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Timeline Fault: Someone broke the timeline! Muse is temporarily replaced by a version of themself from a different timeline or universe. Mun can choose to bring in a version of their character from either our Second War or Tomorrow War events (if character was around to participate) or a completely different version of their same character that they’ve played (or haven’t yet) in another RP or AU setting. Muse will have no knowledge or recollection of their other self at the end of the spell. NOTE: If players had a different FC approved by admins for either the past or future events or for the Rule 63 anon, they are allowed to reuse them with this spell. Any new FC changes under this will need to be approved by the main before going public. Players are allowed to go wild with this anon, their Timeline Fault character can be any gender/sex, any species, any alternate background, and be from any other universe a player’s written them in. No matter what they are or if they might have any superpower or supernatural abilities, please keep in mind they will be unable to leave the castle due to the magic surrounding it. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

[aerisminho]

Also: @bakunoah

[aerisminho]

Roleplay: Sexy nurse

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume or outfit (French maid, sexy nurse, sexy cop, superhero, etc.) of anon’s choice and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." The elemental desperately trying to pull down the hem of the outfit so that it at least barely covered his ass.

[krovscastleevents]

Spring Magic Anons – Part I

Please reblog these lists of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in an effort to avoid spamming the dash with the M!A lists being reblogged.

Rule #63: Muse has found themselves in the body of the opposite sex. Effect lasts for 72 hours.

Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another mun sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Perfect Insanity: Muse will be on a quest to make out with the one person they know they shouldn’t. Anon can decide who that person is or leave it up to mun. Effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Charmingly Flirtatious: Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Power Bestowal: Muse has been granted one superpower of anon’s choosing that the muse doesn’t already possess. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume or outfit (French maid, sexy nurse, sexy cop, superhero, etc.) of anon’s choice and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. Effect lasts for 24 hours.

Latent Desires: Muse will have dirty thoughts about anyone they interact with, whether they like the other muse or not. Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Sensitivity: Muse’s whole body becomes an erogenous zone. Clothes and touch do not help. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

Dangers of Magic: (Only affects faeries, witches, spirits [specifically baku, inugami, kitsune, tanuki, and poltergeist subtypes], demons, phoenixes, elementals, celestials, and their magic-wielding hybrids). Muse is having one of the anon-specified issues with their magical abilities: 1) Out of Control – Muse has lost all ability to tame their magic and may result in unwanted effects or involuntary harm to themselves or others; 2) Overpowered – Muse is experiencing an uncontainable increase in magical energy that requires them releasing large bursts of magic frequently at the expense of feeling physical pain or like they might literally explode; 3) Underpowered – Muse’s energy has been drained significantly and even the tiniest uses of their powers may result in them feeling the effects of overuse (headaches/migraines, nosebleeds, extreme fatigue, and fainting). Effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Vices and Virtues: Muse will take on the extreme traits of one vice (lust, envy, pride, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony) or virtue (chastity, kindness, humility, patience, diligence, charity, temperance) that anon specifies. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

[aerisminho]

Also: @bakunoah

[aerisminho]

varcolax​:

undercroft

“What do you mean not supposed to be here?” Lovell asked, demanding answers because he was not about to be talked down to by some random slave from the time he came from. He was not about to take advice from the other man either, but it seemed like he was not the only one out of place or time.

“Technically I should be in South Korea right now. I was and then magically woke up here so everyone is where they’re not meant to be. It’s just that even corpses are walking around now.” Gesturing at Lovell to further prove his point. 

[aerisminho]

angelacuna​:​

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Being back here was strange. Angel had to admit that. He didn’t like it at all– it reminded him of things that were better left in the past. However, if he had to be back here he was glad that he had Minho at his side. They wouldn’t have to hide who they were to each other either. That was important. “Well… You know that people are bound to make the same mistakes if they don’t focus on moving forward. Those who remained– they are stuck in the past.”

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Time had moved on. They’d moved on but that didn’t mean being back here was any less strange. Minho had still had to catch himself a few times from hiding what he and Angel were even if they were in no danger now. There was no need to always be looking over their shoulders. “They’re very stuck in the past. Can’t let go of it and all the pain it’s caused them. Revenge is too tempting to them...though I suppose I shouldn’t be the one to speak on that.” It may have been over seven centuries ago now but Minho’s own run in revenge had been more than a bit bloody. 

[aerisminho]

thenekosimon​:

“Minho!” Simon exclaimed as he opened the door to see the friendly face. “I didn’t know you were here. How have you been? Please come in.” Stepping aside the neko let the boy in and shut the door. “Would you like anything to drink?” He didn’t know how long it had been, but he was very glad to see the other. 

@aerisminho​

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It seemed odd to be at the castle again and not pay a visit to his former claim mate. And well it was an opportunity to feel comfortable in the suite he’d always hated for once. Smiling gently at the neko as he stepped inside and let his eyes run over the familiar room. “Fun story, didn’t actually plan on being here.” Keeping the bitter note out of his voice. “I’ve been good. Great actually. Life’s good on the outside. You? Not all too surprised you’ve decided to stay honestly. A drink would be perfect.”

[aerisminho]

beni-flores​:

Beni exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw Minho. “I uh.. I suppose you wouldn’t,” he answered, slightly uncomfortable. His gaze avoided Minho’s for a moment, aware he hadn’t seen the other in years and Beni’s situation had chanegd. “I guess I woudn’t expect to see you here either? Are you… Are the rumor’s true. He’s.. downstairs?” 

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“No you wouldn’t, wasn’t really my choice to be here.” He could sense the others unease and almost wanted to pry until the question he really should have expected hit his ears. Sighing gently with a short nod. “He’s downstairs. The have him all chained up and everything, seems a bit over kill. Sure he’s an ancient one but no one can do much of anything with those collars on, you’d think the witch council would remember that from experience.” Though said experience seemed to have clouded everyone’s minds more than anything else. “He is as positive and cryptic as usual despite it. There’s no breaking him, don’t worry about that.”

[aerisminho]

bloodjadefox​:

“Mmm, you are a sight for sore eyes. But I wouldn’t say there’s anything majestic about me at the moment.” He hummed, but there was no self-deprecation to be noticed in his tone, eyes immediately blinking open as soon as the piece of dark cloth tied over them was removed. There was a nasty gash on the ancient’s forehead, right between the brows where a three-petal lotus tattoo had once been – a knife had crossed out the marking cleanly, effectively dispelling whatever magic Wen etched into his skin with it. It marred an otherwise perfect arrangement of Wen’s facial features.

He chuckled at Minho stating the obvious but didn’t seem as concerned as he probably should be. As a matter of fact, he acted like nothing had changed. He would’ve greeted his former son in law much the same way in any other circumstances. Among all the panicked, angry, miserable, depressed vampires in the Undercroft, he was a ray of sunshine. “Those who know that they will fall, sit. I am merely sitting, my love. And I will rise again when I feel like standing once more, when the time is right.” He reassured, patient confidence radiating off him with a certainty that was hard to disbelieve.

His hands looked incredibly sore, open wounds at the wrists caused by the frostbites under the shackles and old burn scars like someone had dipped them into open flame, just to melt away the intricate mandala tattoos his fingers, palms and knuckles were decorated with. Everything potentially magical about Wen was completely eliminated without mercy. “Yes, quite, but also pretty simple. They did try their best, haven’t they?” He praised his captors, looking almost proud that all this was done just for little old him. He glanced at the chains with something akin to curious admiration, but it was gone rather quickly. 

He squeezed Minho’s hands back, an action that should have made his painful-looking sores ache, but he didn’t even seem to notice. He looked a little eager and excited suddenly, like a child about to share a big secret. “You are here, but you should be far away! Tell me, how did it happen?” It was as if he knew that Minho didn’t come to Krovs in a conventional way. “Ah, stop warming this stale air in vain, love. Don’t waste your energy. Instead, tell me all about it. Who else have you seen? Have all who’d been away suddenly gathered at the castle?”

A part of Minho wanted to be surprised at the nonchalance the other was displaying but honestly what else could he have expected from Wen? Especially when he already had his own suspicions that Wen knew more about what was going on than he was letting on, he always had in the past so there was no reason for this to be different. “And the time is not right yet?” His lips quirking a little in amusement. The elder vampire really was a juxtaposition to all around him. Minho almost wished he’d managed to have the others confidence in the face of his own servitude but there was no use dwelling on that. 

Settling on his knees in front of the other man as he continued to try and warm the frost biting at him and break the witches spell. Not caring for Wen telling him to stop. Even if the other was a vibrant ray of positivity despite his torture that didn’t mean Minho had to sit idle and accept it. Plus even after decades of being free now he still took a giddy joy in finally being free of the collar that had stole his element from him. His fingers running alone the edges of the chains as he let the air that made him work its way into every crack and weakness of the spell. Talking easily as he did, as if the whole action took no concentration at all. 

“I should be very far away. At home in my own bed if the spirits had been willing.” Still not all that happy with his sudden arrival back. “It was magic. I’m still trying to work out exactly what magic or who cast it but one quick little spell and Angel and myself found ourselves here. As well as everyone else apparently. Who ever is behind all of this as summoned us all here seemingly for the same event. The war anniversary.” He didn’t like it. The whole situation leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Very rarely did sudden mass gatherings go well, especially around such blood soaked events. “The dead are back too which is more concerning than I want to deal with.”

[aerisminho]

varcolax​:

undercroft

The man he ran into looked vaguely familiar, but Lovell could not really pinpoint who he was at the moment. This world was still doing his head in, but there was one thing he was sure about. 

“Then what the hell am I doing here, exactly?” he gritted out, taking a swipe at Minho just because he could. “Wanna be the next person who tells me I died years ago? Well though shit. Because I’m clearly not dead.”

Well at least the vampire knew he was meant to be dead, that made this a little easier to handle he supposed. “Yes, clearly. Though you aren’t looking that great even if you are alive. Pretty bad wound you got there, doctor.” Raising an eyebrow at the lost eye, he’d heard snippets of the fight that had led to Lovell’s death and it appeared it had been just as dramatic as described. 

“Honestly, your guess for why you’re here is as good as mine. I’m not meant to be here either. But I’m not the one that will get a beating if I try to fight against it, so maybe don’t try to make a run from the guards. They can get quite mean when they want to, I would know.”

[aerisminho]

“It is way too weird being up there again.” The elemental announcing himself with the words and a tired sigh. Allowing himself to crawl onto the bed of the bed and breakfast the pair had hastily booked once they’d found themselves magicked to the icy countryside. Curling up against Angel’s side and laying his head upon the taller mans shoulder. “I thought I’d be feeling like a slave again but honestly with how topsy turvy everything is there now I was just on edge. I don’t get it. Always thought once the witches won they’d just burn these places to the ground. Or at least, I don’t know, turn them into a fancy hotels?”

@angelacuna​

[aerisminho]

varcolax​:

undercroft | open starter

@krovscastlestarters

After his failed attempt at fighting Finn, Lovell was thrown into the Undercroft like some common slave, but not before the demon decided to take one of his eyes. That fucker! His body had begun to try to heal itself when a slave collar was slapped around his throat to render him almost human and the pain seemed to increase tenfold. It was a good thing he was used to pain…

Lovell was yelling and kicking the whole way down to the castle’s basement, not at all thinking that he would end up like this when he had just been shopping in Krovs Town. This was absurd! The slaves around him were all vampires like himself and they were all servicing everyone else?!

“Get me the fuck out of here!” the varcolac yelled as he struggled out of the guards’ hold to make a run for the exit. Not the smartest move because he found himself running into someone again, and this time he did not have his supernatural reflexes to right himself. “Watch it!” he growled, his bandaged eye already turning a bit red from his exertions.

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There were many people Minho expected to run into now that he was back in this place. It seems everyone he’d known all those years ago had been drawn back here, a fact that was setting him on edge more than he would like to admit. Despite all of that though seeing the dead walking really wasn’t what he had been expecting. 

Not recognising at first that it was Lovell who had run full force at him, simply holding the other man still before he made a break for the Undercrofts exit. Then though he caught sight of an all too familiar face and couldn’t help his expression of surprise. “Lovell? Huh, you’re not meant to be here or any where actually.”

[aerisminho]

beni-flores​:

Beni rounded the corner and almost collided with an individual in his pursuit of finding his former master. The shifter had heard several rumors of the vampire being captured, and all the former slave could think was finally. It wasn’t ideal, but the opportunity to see someone he’d grown to trust the same as he would family was far too great for him to simply sit around and wait. The moment Elliot had left for a meeting Beni had taken off, gunning it for the Undercroft. He was just about to reach the door to the Undercroft when he heard his name called by a familiar voice, halting his steps completely. 

@elliot-crawford

@aerisminho​

@silver-humanxx​

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Minho wasn’t expecting to run into anyone has he walked the castle halls, really he wanted to get out of there and back to the village. Any nostalgia he was feeling extremely unwelcome but then a familiar face caught his eye and a moment of confusion washed over him. “Beni?” Walking closer to the other man to almost confirm what he was seeing. Looking around for prying ears quickly before meeting the familiars gaze. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.” Though the same could very much be said for himself. 

[aerisminho]

bloodjadefox​:

It has been two years since his capture and nothing much has changed. Although, the news that the castle had gotten its hands on one of the true ancients was starting to lose its novelty. Some guards and masters were getting bold, warnings that this being should not be taken lightly even when collared getting disregarded in small, daredevil moments of morbid curiosity and thrill-seeking. Like bored little monkeys, poking at a sleeping tiger just because it was chained, conveniently forgetting that a maw full of hungry teeth was still deadly even when it was just yawning. 

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Whilst being back at Krovs the Illumination with no intention of being was a riddle Minho was still trying to solve he didn’t see the harm in using the opportunity to his advantage. As much as his life had moved on since his enslavement he could not deny that he still had far too many threads connecting him to this place. People he hadn’t seen for decades and situations that had never been resolved. So he allowed himself the freedom to wander the all too familiar halls of the castle simply out of curiosity and most certainly not under the guise of approval. He didn’t need the new council of witches to think he actually agreed with any of this. 

That’s all it was going to be. A quick look around and then he would head back to the village and to Angel and they would figure out how they were getting home again despite whatever magic had brought them here. But then whispers reached the elementals ears and it was with a heavy heart he began making his way to the undercroft. All the while trying to process how he was approaching it now as a free man.

He’d known Wen was here. Of course he had but despite the affection he had for the vampire he had not been looking to see him here. Not in this place with their roles so reversed, it didn’t seem right. Minho had spent centuries avoiding Wen seeing him as a slave, he did not know how ready he was to see the other in his place. But those whispers of one of the ancients chained and blindfolded in the old cells...he knew what they were about. As much as he didn’t want to see it Minho could not deny the man the presence of someone who was on his side still in all of this. 

It wasn’t hard to locate the vampire. The chains and blindfold were all overkill and brought an almost mocking smile to Minho’s face. How brave were the new council if they felt so threatened by a vampire stripped of his powers by those damned collars that they feel the need to still cage him in like an animal? All it was going to do was piss him off even more and Minho did not want to be there when that collar finally did slip from the others neck. 

 “Yes, 폐하, it’s me.” His voice was gentle as he lowered himself to the others level. Not caring for anyone else around them as he reached out to undo the blindfold, a familiar patient smile on his face as he finally saw the other again after his awakening. “I’d ask how you’ve been but considering all of this I think I can tell.” Dark eyes taking in everything before him. A frown appearing between his brows at the frostbite biting at the skin of Wen’s wrists. Taking them in his own hands as he warmed the air around them. “Hm, it’s a good spell.”

[aerisminho]

Age: 2064

Species: Air Elemental

Location:  Palgongsan Mountain, South Korea 

Status: Alive

Things never changed much for Minho. They hadn’t for over two centuries so why would they start to now, slavery had largely become monotonous and nothing more. That is until he began to notice the changes in the vampires. Slight and largely hidden but the elemental knew something had shifted or was shifting. He wasn’t sure what or why or how but he kept it in the back of his mind as life continued on. 

The initial outbreak of war meant nothing. Why would it? How many species wanted to overthrow the current system? It didn’t mean anything was going to change, that they’d win. What use was there in everyone getting their hopes up. That’s all Minho could think. Though a small part of him was intrigued. If the rumours were the vampires were weakening what would that mean in the long run?

And that’s how everything remained. Minho watching the changing tides from behind the castle walls. Seeing how the council began to crack under the pressure, how masters seemed just a touch less sure of themselves as the years went on, how news from outside the bubble he had lived in for centuries was speaking of revolution and victory in far off lands. 

All in all it wasn’t too surprising when the rebellion broke out. What surprised the elemental was that it appeared to have worked. It had been chaos, terrifying bloody chaos and Minho had watched too many of those he’d spent decades upon decades knowing fall to their deaths but he survived. He survived and he was free with Angel by his side and the whole world open to them. 

So with nothing tying him to the place he’d stupidly come to willingly all those years ago he took the other man to see it all. The world. To remember how sweet freedom tastes and the life they could have away from their past.

Eventually finding their way to Palgongsan, to Minho’s clan and family. The elemental begging for forgiveness and finally being granted it. Everything he had done he had paid for and now he was free and home. And that is how he stayed. 

It was only when the time was right that he finally followed the request Wen had made decades ago. He didn’t know what the vampire was up to, why he’d retired, why he’d gone to sleep, how he was going to live in this new world but Minho was not going to begin questioning the man any time soon. So he simply arrived at the time agreed to awake his long dead lovers sire. Glad to see it worked but refusing to be a part of anything further. He couldn’t risk himself or Angel. A decision that proved wise when he finally heard word of the vampire being enslaved in the same way as so many others. 

And life went on. In peace. 

Minho would have loved to say Krovs was a distant memory at this point but how could it be. The castle was not gone, it was simply rebranded something so ridiculous he wanted to laugh. The hierarchy had changed but the game was still the same. And as much as a dark twisted part of Minho wanted to revel in the suffering of those who had previously tortured him all he can see when he inexplicably wakes up in the familiar frozen landscape is the hypocrisy of those who now sit at the top.