Multimuse blog for Liminalhq. Damned by LIS. From dirt and fire, figures rise up from shallow GRAVES-------- dapper and gentle they invite you over into a golden cage. You sigh, you whimper; you have given yourself to the DEVIL-------- but you wouldn't want it any other way.
Most people around town probably knew of Dallas. not because of his family ties, per say, but because he came with his own famous reputation. And not exactly a shining one. Known to most as an arrogant asshole, it wouldn’t be a surprise if most people avoided him at all costs. Unfortunately for everyone, he wasn’t known for making himself scarce.
The golden boy was standing in the middle of an aisle of the grocery store that was clearly in disarray, a mask of slight disgust painted on his face. “Do none of these workers want to get off their lazy asses and make this place presentable? “ he said to no one in particular, but certain to be loud enough for others to hear.
Bronx lived in an apparent perpetual chill state. He always took his time with things when it seemed convenient ( which was almost always ) and grocery shopping was not an exception. He liked to roam around the aisles calmly, checking every product he was interested in and peacefully taking his decision. He was, in fact, deciding between to peanut butter brands when he heard an angry rant next to him. Ah, Bronx has heard about this man. As a lawyer himself, he had heard the name of this person around the firm more than once, but as of what comments... he could not remember. It was work gossip; so he categorized it as boring immediately; maybe he should’ve paid more attention.
“Maybe they are in lunch break”, Bronx replied calmly while checking one of the jars, “maybe this place only hires ghosts and they cannot clean because their hands keep going through the products”, he added and surprisingly giggled at his own joke. “Anyways, what are you looking for?”
she watches the whole thing happened, an already-crooked mouth tugging into a half smile before she’s pretending that she wasn’t paying attention. but daphne has always kept her eyes on other people — other things — and the abrupt expulsion of the coffee back into the mug definitely has her attention.
letting out a soft snort, the blonde gives one nod of her head, cheek falling to rest against her cheek.
“the tea is pretty good. so is the juice, and there’s a smoothie place just down the street if you’re into those. there’s always a milkshake, too? plenty to drink besides the coffee.”
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“Right. Right”, he agrees at the list of beverages; dumb boy too used to a fixed menu that he never saw a need to change, but now he gets to take some decisions; small ones, but still his. He grabs a napkin and carefully taps his lips to clean the remaining coffee before fully looking back at her with a smile. “I haven’t had a milkshake in years, probably the last time I was around... twelve or something”, he admitted. Noah looks back at the menu. “So, since I’m breaking my whole diet... should I go for the waffles or the pancakes?”, he asked.
the diner was not the most crowded place at the time he left the gym, so it has almost become a habit to pass by to get a good breakfast before getting ready for work. he had never been a good cook. black coffee and sunny side up eggs with a double side of bacon- he didn’t even need to order. by that point almost every person in the diner knew his order. he usually sat by the bar- he felt bad to use a full table or a booth if it was just him, and usually nobody ever came around, but that morning seemed different. eddie felt almost embarrassed about the way his hair was all messed up by sweat and he could only hope his smell was not too bad to scare the other (or anyone) away.
“i mean… probably,” eddie responded, taking a sip from his own coffee. “i don’t know that i’m the right person to ask, though. it’s all i order here. it’s good, if it matters.”
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“Uh...”, Noah managed to catch his tongue before letting out a distasteful comment about the coffee. Everybody had different tastes and that was... alright? “...maybe the juice or a milkshake would be better”, A milkshake? When was the last time he actually had one? Dae-hyun looked around as if looking for any witness aside of this other man giving him company. He finally called the waitress to order a strawberry milkshake with a childish grin on his face. “...And some pancakes as well, please!”, he added. “So you’re a local, huh? I’ve heard so many things about Centralia, but care to add some input yourself?”
“a scotch man, hmm?” she took a moment to consider the idea. she could just blow this guy off and go about her day like it was nothing, but another look at him and made up her mind. this guy looked like money and that was exactly what emerson liked in a man. she left the phone on the table, it would find the original owner eventually, that was no longer her problem. she got up from where she was sitting and started towards the door, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk to make sure he was following her. “so what brings you to town? i’ve never seen you before.” though, em has only been here for a short amount of time herself, but he didn’t need to know that.
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“Well, it depends on the situation, to be honest; but I suppose it is something I could drink even though it’s still... rather early”, Noah commented while looking at his watch. He followed her towards the exit, although big eyes looked back and forth between her and the phone on the table. “Hey, uh... your phone”, he commented while grabbing it. “Ah, a bit of a distraction”, he lied, “been everywhere, but the small mysterious towns of the US, so I said... why not?”, Noah laughed. “Although...”, and this was his ego speaking, “...I’m kinda surprised you don’t recognize me”. Please, bachelor of the decade, star on the red carpets, in the top 10 of the most influential under 30 by Forbes. Was Centralia this locked out from the rest of the world? They had to have at least a television, right?
the first thing bowie notices is that she’s never see him before . he looks cute expensive . the kind of expensive you don’t talk to . you would think bowie would be the last person you have to worry about talking out of turn , but rather the words come more easily then , a form of subconscious and personal protest . when eyes turn toward the scene noah is creating , bowie hops out of the to - go order line and slides into the booth acroos from noah . ‘ hot chocolate … ’ bowie replies as if he had turned directly toward her and picked her from the line up to aid his crisis . bowie adds , ‘ i get whipped cream on mine , but you can get it without . ’
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People in Centralia certainly are something. All of them with their quirks here and there that felt so different from what he was used to. Noah is surprised, but doesn’t mind the unexpected company; in fact, he wonders if everyone here is just as spontaneous. “You sound very confident, I will trust you”, he admits with a grin as he raises his hand to call the attention of the waiter. “My nutritionist will probably kill me if she knows about this, but I suppose one time won’t hurt”, Noah laughs softly. “Hot chocolate with whipped cream for me please, and for the lady...?”, he addresses the blonde for her to order.
emerson turned to face the man who spoke to her, her attention was pulled away from the phone in her hand, a phone that may or may not belong to her. she set it down before anyone could get a good look at it and notice how the wallpaper had a picture that was clearly not of her family. her eyes raked over the new comer, taking stock of him for a second. “if you’re looking for a good drink, this is not the place. unless you like burnt coffee and flat soda,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “i could point you in the direction to a decent bar if that’s the type of drink you’re looking for.” sure, it was early in the day, but emerson was never one to follow social rules like when it is or is not okay to drink.
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He was cordial, maybe with a smile a bit too Hollywood™, but cordial nonetheless. Noah’s clothes were absurdly clean even after walking around town half of the day. He did not pay attention to whatever entertained her hands, it would be rude to not look at her face while she talked. “A bar...”, he repeated as if considering it, “I suppose it is never too early to drink a scotch”, he replied even though he would rather save alcohol for later in the day, but it was a good chance to know more about the town as a whole. “Please, lead the way”, Noah insisted before pulling his wallet out and leaving a bill on the table to pay for what he had ordered.
Dae-Hyun Noah discreetly spit back the black coffee into the mug. In the best scenario it was toilet water and in the worst... instant coffee ( can you tell his priorities? ). He had just arrived that same morning and he thought about trying the local cuisine, but maybe entering the first diner next to the street was not the very best idea.
His attention was caught by someone nearby, though and with the brightest and most embarrassed smile he could give, the bachelor spoke.
“Is there something good to drink aside of the coffee?”
⌠ Kim Mingyu . 25, heterosexual, cis male, he/him. ⌡ wait a minute, is Dae-Hyun “Noah” Moon still in town? i thought i saw a flash of (nonstop camera flashes at a red carpet, eerie whispers in your ear in the middle of the night, violent fires)! last i heard they were working as businessman and trust fund baby nearby. when it’s the (libra)’s birthday on 10/3 i forget that they’re idealistic and celebrate that they’re kind. i hear DON QUIXOTE by SEVENTEEN every time i think of them.
Buckle up because this story is full of dirty money, disgusting fame and a bunch of ghost! Also, I think this is my first or second time writing a character like this so pls be patient with me.
Death tw
Dae-Hyun was born as the son of a model and the owner of an Entertainment company that hosted reality tv, concerts, late night shows and so on. They were involved in pretty much anything big happening anywhere.
Because of this, Dae-Hyun grew up in private planes, cocktail parties and filming sets. As the oldest of two children, spotlight was soon set on him as the next heir for MOON ENTERTAINMENT and every dime their parents owned. But if only fame and extensive paperwork were the only things waiting for him in his future years.
Generations ago, the Moon family decided to invest in a little town called Centralia and its mines. Corruption and lack of attention to their actions contributed to the tragedy that hit Centralia in the ‘60s. Worst part is that they were entirely aware that something like this was quite possible to happen, but they would not cease operations.
They were quick to erase any kind of track and left Centralia ( although gossip runs wild and most likely more than one family knows the truth ).
The family went quiet for some years until they reappeared in Korea with their entertainment company that soon went global.
The story about the mines was hidden as much as possible for the upcoming generations of the family, but the wittiest members could easily find out about it if they knew where to look.
It was not a secret, though, that something odd plagued the family; some kind of illness that caused every first born to eventually descend into unexplainable madness just to suffer a tragic death around their 50 o 60 years of age.
Doctors could not find a treatment that worked enough and the Moons were too proud to believe in superstition.
Images and apparitions of people in horrible physical conditions, skin irritation and burn blisters that came out of nowhere, the sudden feeling of suffocation and eventually, the constant screams that would deteriorate the sanity faster than anything and leading the person towards an imminent death.
This is what nested in the brains of every first born in the Moon family, no matter the place or life lived, they all had the same ending.
But appearances are everything and the children are never warned about such a tragic ending even after hearing the hundreds of horror stories that followed the family. For Dae-Hyun was not any different.
He grew up like his father did: with pockets full of cash, the power of command to get whatever he absolutely wanted, a personal assistant glued to his heels and the adoration of the masses.
The boy was molded to whatever was needed and so, you could say he had done a bit of everything: Sports? Checked. Hosting? Checked. Modeling? Checked. Acting? Checked. Music? Checked. Reality tv? Checked. Anything else you can think of? Checked.
To say he was in need of a therapist at a short age would be an understatement. There is so much someone like Dae-Hyun could tolerate before breaking, because ah, even when he could be a snob and spoiled, he had inherited the heart of his grandmother ( who came to love Centralia dearly ).
A soft interior was usually bruised by paper friends and and loud plastic laughter. Champagne and designer clothes as gifts, jewels for numerous superficial dates that would plaster the covers of magazines for the next two weeks.
He had to toughen up enough to avoid the judgmental stares of his father, who only told him to get a different therapist or a smoke at the balcony. Ah, poor boy, never bright enough to see through people until it was too late; or maybe he had just learned to keep a blind eye until it was unbearable.
Always a good brother, though, he was overprotective to a fault with his younger sister; being the only person that was forced to grow at the same hellish pace, the only one that could truly understand him.
And maybe it was this sense of camaraderie or something else that pushed his sister to tell him about what she had found about Centralia. The information was incomplete and unclear, though, so when they asked their parents for answers, Mr. Moon saw this as a good opportunity to send his children away and pile more layers of dirt over the issue while they were gone.
“Businesses that went wrong”, the man said, “but why don’t you pay Centralia a visit and [REDACTED]”.
So the siblings arrived to Centralia with a very excited Dae-Hyun ready to follow father’s orders and escape from a boisterous life for a while.
TL;DR A heir literally haunted by his ancestors sins takes a break from the spotlight in hell town. Poster boy with gold retriever soul is learning how to connect with people, but what is his real agenda at Centralia?
STUFF
English name is Noah and usually introduces himself with that name, specially because it is his stage name as well. Dae-Hyun is mostly reserved for his family and fellow Koreans, but it doesn’t bother him if his fans call him that. Feel free to call him even by his last name as well, he thinks it’s cool too.
Passionate about photography and the way people survive without thousands of dollars per week ( pls excuse him, he’s learning ).
Pretty hands that have never worked for real in his life.
Exquisite fashion sense.
Accidentally condescending sometimes.
Paranoid about his visions sometimes.
AFRAID OF FIRE.
Acts first, thinks later.
The kind of person who would even take impulse before jumping from the bungee.
Easily scared by amusement park haunted houses and pranks, but very collected if Cthulhu itself showed in front of him.
Flirty.
CONNECTIONS
Baby boy has been EVERYWHERE so most likely your muse has at least heard about him?
Drunk hook up(s) pls, he’s a party boy.
Who’s gonna give him his first real friend?
Crushes from either side.
People that know his family was involved in the Centralia issue.
People that don’t like him bc he can be snobby.
Honestly anything, how do you even write non-villainous characters??
since being back lake has been even less structured than usual . lake had given himself enough time in topanga canyon , and california in general . in a lot of ways life felt easier there . well , everything except driving , which was a bitch . it felt easy to be a non conforming human in a place with a population so big no one really sees you . lake kind of missed being seen . kind of missed feeling safe despite all of the ways centralia is obviously not safe .
they had been moving stuff in and out of storage by their lonesome because asking bribing for help is easier to do when you feel connected to people . being away was making lake feel seriously disconnected . zach , in all his poisonous flowered glory , is exactly the medicine the doctor ordered .
without hesitation , lake takes one long look at zach and then puts arms around him , holding him there . ‘ you have no idea how happy i am to see you . ’ before pulling away from zach , lake lingers to press lips against his cheek in sheer gratitude and excitement .
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Zachary utters a giggle of ACTUAL happiness the moment they wrap arms around him. Big hands help to keep the hug steady and solid as he takes in Lake’s scent, something that had turned a little vague at this point, but never forgotten. His mind goes to blueberries, wet soil and drinking white wine during an everlasting sunset. Fierce and wild, yet delicate.
What a way to brush his ego, adoration, he loves feeling it and Lake’s kiss on his cheek just crowns the feeling wonderfully. Maybe this time, ( just this time ), he can be a little more... lenient and less Machiavellian. A big grin is on his lips as they both finally manage to pull back, but Zach keeps the touch consistent with one of his hands holding theirs softly.
“I can confidently say the same, my dear”, he speaks brightly, “and if I’m allowed to be selfish, I am extremely happy to have you back”, Zach assures before raising their held hand to his lips and kissing it softly--- eye contact never broken. “A little bird told me you were around, in fact, so I picked these specially for you”, he speaks again while offering the bouquet. “Would love to catch up whenever you have the time”.
lucifer knew the risk he was taking when he sat beside bronx. normally their relationship is silent understandings and requests that are usually asked in a polite tone. it’s not bronx’s fault that lucifer is in a sour mood, but as their response hits his ears, the male can’t help but release a prickly sigh. it’s directed at himself mostly, at his behavior and his attitude when it came to other people these days, but he can’t help it. the popping of the cap in bronx’s hands has nearly sent him into a mental breakdown, though it wasn’t like lucifer to let emotions pass over his features. without a word, he reaches over to pluck that pesky pen right out of his employee’s hand, immediately slipping it into his pocket and out of sight. if he can control anything right now, he absolutely will.
“you know you’re the only person allowed to insult me without repercussions, correct? anyone else tells me i have an ogre face and they get fired, but you? you get more slack than you probably should.” the fingers of his un-casted hand tap against the counter slowly, creating a rhythmic noise that provides comfort for only a split second before his head is whipping in bronx’s direction. he wasn’t sure if he’d heard them correctly, and after slow blinking just a few times, he finally musters up a short response.
“excuse me?”
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Puffing their cheeks, Bronx surrenders the attempts with the marker once it is taken from his hands, although a pout can be seen for some seconds as if silently complaining. Still, they are satisfied Lucifer had enough patience to not cut his hand off out of annoyance. They pull the lollipop out of his mouth with loud pop as his sadness goes away immediately right after the boss speaks up.
A grin spreads over his face as he bounces on his seat and rests his face on his palms; elbows on the counter keep him stable as he sways softly while gloating on Lucifer’s words. Pointing out the boss’ kindness is tempting, but he’s not ( that ) stupid. “Yes, sir! And I appreciate wholeheartedly, believe me”, Bronx replies with a proud expression ---it was definitely something he would brag about at the dressing room later that night. “Besides, I always do a good job, don’t I?”, ah, there goes the need of approbation. Even if Bronx calls themself a rebel, he always needs the approval of those close to him ( if you can consider Lucifer someone close to them, of course ).
After the question is blurted out, he bites back on his lips wondering if the concept was really ridiculous as it sounded, but... he REALLY had to know. The expression he makes is one of a curious, yet reserved child as if considering to repeat the question or wondering if Lucifer’s remark was rhetorical. “Well---- it just... it seemed like that, sir...”. His voice goes quieter with every word and even his confidence falters as he looks down for a moment. “You gotta admit the whole situation there was kind of fishy, huh? That was an odd uh... accident?”. He recovers the straight posture over the counter and looks up to Lucifer again, “I just wanna know if I should keep any sharp object away from Faith. Don’t wanna get killed, y’know?”
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