𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠. @theforgottenmirror

[forgottenedits]

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑆𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦. —  𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑨𝒗𝒆𝒏.

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐴𝐼 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐴𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩.

[immcrtalbeauty]

Just wanted to give a lil shout out to talented creators like @theforgottenmirror, who do so much for this community!

Thank you for this wonderful edits and check out @forgottenedits. 🦇❤️

[forgottenedits]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀  𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝘩𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼’𝑚 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

[wildbyblood]

⸻ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 : independent character for German roleplay, highly selective and low activity, please minors & personals do not interact, +  21,   open  for  plotting.

"𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾."

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 appears to be nothing more than a quiet wildlife photographer with a preference for solitude and the wilderness. In truth, he carries the blood of an ancient lineage of shapeshifters, passed down through generations long after his family left their homeland behind. Born in Korea yet forever bound to a heritage he barely understands, Kairo possesses the rare ability to transform into a 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋, a form so uncommon it has become little more than folklore among his own kind. As fragments of his family's forgotten history begin to surface, he finds himself caught between the ordinary life he built and an inheritance that refuses to remain buried.

⸻ 𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑺 : @theforgottenmirror

[humanexception]

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍   𓆩☣︎𓆪   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

───   biohazard containment , classified operations , cell mutations , biological horror , survivor's guilt , existential crisis

➥    dossier  ⊹  rules  ⊹  pinterest  ⊹  prompts

THE MOST DANGEROUS THING I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED WEARS MY OWN SKIN . . . a government biohazard operative, the sole survivor of an incident that should have left nothing alive. his own cells no longer follow the rules of human biology, adapting faster than science can explain. tasked with hunting biological mutated creatures, he can't help but wonder how much of his humanity still remains.

²¹ ⁺  roleplay blog crafted for fakevz. minors and personals dni, this blog contains several content warnings, please read my CARRD before you interact ! mutuals only and low activity, all edit credits go to the talented @theforgottenmirror

[forgottenedits]

[nocturnalfall]

⎯⎯     ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳙⲅⲛⲁⳑ⳨ⲁⳑⳑ     :     independent     and     selective     portrayal     of     Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ,     better     known     as     Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽     —     right     hand     of     Ⳏⲅⳕⲛⲥⲉ     ⲟ⳨     Ⲏⲉⳑⳑ,     former     crossroad     demon,     member     of     Ⲛⲉøⲛ     Ⳙⲓⲥⲉ,     a     ⲧⲅⳕⲥⲕ⳽ⲧⲉⲅ      with     a     crooked     smile,     impulsive,     unafraid     of     consequence     and     untouched     by     fear.

Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ   lives   in   Seoul,   moving   through   nights   painted   in   neon,   smoke   and   places   that   never   ask   too   many   questions.   At   first   glance,   he   appears   almost   ordinary;   easy   to   overlook,   easy   to   forget.   Yet   something   about   him   always   remains.   A   crooked   smile,   a   gaze   that   lingers   a   little   too   long,   a   presence   that   feels   human   only   until   it   doesn't.   Once   a   crossroad   demon,   Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽   learned   early   that   souls   are   rarely   taken   by   force.   People   choose.   All   it   takes   is   the   right   temptation,   the   right   promise,   the   smallest   push   at   the   perfect   moment.   Reckless,   impulsive   and   endlessly   amused   by   danger,   he   became   far   more   valuable   than   anyone   expected.

Now   he   stands   at   Elyr's   side,   serving   as   both   his   right   hand   and   a   member   of   Neøn     Vice,   the   band   the   world   worships   without   ever   realizing   what   it   truly   represents.   Beneath   the   stage   lights,   Woo-jin   turns   temptation   into   entertainment,   devotion   into   currency   and   every   performance   into   another   invitation   to   fall.   He   doesn't   pretend   to   be   safe.   He   never   wanted   to   be.

⎯⎯    Ⳕⲛ⳨ⲟ    :    mutuals    only,    german    &    english,    mdni    21+,    low-active,    open    for    plotting    &    chaotic    interactions . Ⲥⲅⲉ𝖽ⳕⲧ⳽ . Ⲅⳙⳑⲉ⳽ .

[betweenbloodandstars]

You want to know who I am? Then find out. Because I'm not going to make it easy for you.

She's a wild person, in the truest sense of the word. A moon lover who owns her own bar, adores fast cars, loves the stars, mythology, astrology and is always up for a surprise. Valerya isn't like other woman. She’s independent and speaks out what she think.

Are you ready to lose yourself in the darkness?

Content Warning: 21+, highly active, interested in roleplay and texts, open for plotting, has a hidden secret Wire: betweenbloodandstars

credit edits goes to the wonderful @forgottenedits thank you so much.

[forgottenedits]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀  𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑.ᐟ

𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛. 𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟.. ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜.ᐟ

[madame--fist]

╰ ⋗ #madame--fist — independent, semi-selective and inspiring portrait of ashley spinelli from disney’s recess

⠀⠀ ⠀𝐈. 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘋. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐈𝐈. 𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘛.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✵-.─✫-.─✵ ✵-.─✫-.─✵ ✵-.─✫-.─✵

[mina-kwon]

#mina-known   :   a   study   of   a   woman   named   Mina   Kwon,   seoul   born   and   new   york   made.   founder   of   KŌA   Beauty,   a   luxury   skincare   empire   built   from   discipline,   hunger   and   every   place   that   once   made   her   feel   small.   curvy,   controlled   and   impossible   to   read,   she   turns   beauty   into   power   and   power   into   something   almost   holy.   now   expanding   into   fashion   with   houses   in   new   york,   paris   and   milan,   mina   builds   clothing   for   bodies   that   refuse   to   disappear.

❝BEAUTY WAS NEVER ABOUT BEING SOFT. IN THIS WORLD, THERE ARE WOMEN WHO ARE ASKED TO SHRINK, TO APOLOGIZE, TO BECOME EASIER TO LOVE . BUT MINA KWON WAS NEVER INTERESTED IN BEING CHOSEN BY PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT HER TO DISAPPEAR.❞

original   character.   themes   of   ambition,   body   image,   family   estrangement,   luxury,   reputation,   soft   vulnerability   beneath   sharp   edges,   and   the   cost   of   becoming   untouchable.   trigger   warnings   included.   english   &   german.   open   for   plotting,   just   interact   only   if   you   21+. #credits   :   @forgottenedits

[slowruins]

  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭  ⸻ lucien  learned  young  that  ownership  was  nothing  more  than  an  illusion    a  fragile  agreement  between  those  strong  enough  to  keep  and  those  too  weak  to  stop  them.  born  in  the  narrow  arteries  beneath  the  city's  grandeur,  he  survived  by  becoming  invisible  :  quiet  hands,  careful  steps,  and  eyes  that  never  lingered  too  long.  when  he  was  caught  stealing  from  a  man  who  did  not  believe  in  mercy,  lucien  was  not  punished  ,  he  was  chosen.  taken  in  and  reshaped  by  a  thief  known  only  as  𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓,  he  was  taught  that  the  greatest  doors  did  not  require  force,  only  patience.  trust,  once  earned,  was  more  valuable  than  any  key.  and  lucien  proved  to  be  a  fast  learner.  but  trust,  like  everything  else,  was  temporary.  velvet  vanished  without  warning,  leaving  behind  unanswered  questions,  dangerous  enemies,  and  a  reputation  lucien  was  never  meant  to  inherit.  the  boy  who  once  stole  to  survive  became  something  far  more  dangerous  :  someone  who  stole  because  he  could.

❛❛  𝐢'𝐦  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐚  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟.  𝐢'𝐦  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝  𝐚𝐭  𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.  ❜❜

  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭⠀ ⸻  now  known  only  as  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓,  lucien  moves  through  the  city  like  he  belongs  to  it   and  perhaps,  in  some  ways,  he  does.  he  exists  in  the  spaces  between  candlelight  and  shadow,  slipping  effortlessly  into  rooms  he  was  never  meant  to  enter,  into  conversations  not  meant  for  him.  the  wealthy  know  his  face  but  not  his  name,  remember  his  voice  but  not  his  absence.  he  leaves  behind  no  broken  locks,  no  signs  of  forced  entry  ,  only  the  quiet  realization  that  something  is  missing.  he  has  perfected  the  art  of  being  wanted,  of  being  trusted,  of  being  forgotten.  he  lives  in  borrowed  places,  under  borrowed  names,  never  staying  long  enough  for  anyone  to  see  the  truth  beneath  the  charm.  because  the  moment  someone  truly  sees  him  is  the  moment  he  becomes  something  that  can  be  lost.  and  lucien  has  spent  far  too  long  ensuring  he  is  always  the  one  who  disappears  first.

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒 ⸻ original character inspired by 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓 from 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 (2014). crafted for 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐙. selective. dark & mature themes present. trigger warnings. mutuals only. m&p dni. edit credits to the 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 @theforgottenmirror.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 — 𝑵𝒐𝒆́ 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊

𝑁𝑜𝑒́ 𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑖'𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝐶𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑚𝑠. 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑁𝑜𝑒́ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝑇𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 - 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑚'𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝑇𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡. 𝑃𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡.

𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 @quietcupida. 𝑾𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.

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𝚁𝚢ū is a Korean idol and member of the band 𝙽𝚎ø𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚎. He is known for his deep voice and quiet intensity. His life could not be more extraordinary: he gets to live the life he always dreamed of; traveling the world, sharing his passion and making thousands of people worldwide smile. Beneath the spotlight, he is haunted by memories of a life he never lived — a love he cannot place, two faces that feel like 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. Nothing ever made sense. But one night changes everything. A familiar gaze in a crowded club. A car crash that should have ended his life. Death came — but 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 bargained for him. Declared comatose in worldwide headlines, Ryū vanished from the public eye. When he returned, it was called a ‘miracle’. What no one knows is that he is no longer human. He vanished long enough to master the powers that came with survival, to learn how to live with what he had become — and the two souls beside him are the ones fate once tore from him, in another lifetime, only to return again. And suddenly, everything made sense. 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 — 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝚑 𝚎 𝚕 𝚕 𝚌 𝚘 𝚍 𝚎 𝚍 — own original character, bound to two beautiful souls, demon, semi-active, semi-selective, german/english, crossover-friendly, mdni 21+ 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mental health issues (panic attacks, eating disorder & depression); death, reincarnation, abuse, language, blood, gore, demons. All edit credits go out to my talented wife 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 — 𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙷𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂 — 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 — 𝚆𝙸𝚁𝙴: @hellcoded

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  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟ♱ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑  is  the  bridge,  the  reflection,  the  keeper  of  balance.  Neither  fully  dream  nor  entirely  flesh,  he  was  born  to  walk  where  others  cannot:  between  the  shadows  of  the  mind  and  the  hard  edges  of  reality.  Composed,  charismatic,  and  enigmatic,  he  is  both  judge  and  messenger, a figure carved from reflections and bound to the weight of truth.

♱ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 created  to  guard  the  borderline,  𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑  stands  as  a  higher  order  among  the  Dreamwalker.  Through  mirrors  he  travels,  through  reflections  he  speaks,  and  in  the  eyes  of  others  he  sees  what  they  deny.  To  the  world,  he  is  a  watcher,  a  guardian,  a  messenger.  But  beneath  that  veneer  lies  an  ambition  not  yet  spoken  aloud:  to  reshape  the  balance  into  something  he  alone  controls.

  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟᅟ♱ Aven and Ryū — mine, as I am theirs.

♱ OC character, selective. 21+ & MDNI. GER/ENG for smalltalk, but only writing in GER. Edit credits to my beautiful and talented wife: @theforgottenmirror ♱

  ᅟᅟᅟ  ᅟᅟ ♱ 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ♱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ♱ Owner of: 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ♱

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⎯⎯     ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳙⲅⲛⲁⳑ⳨ⲁⳑⳑ     :     independent     and     selective     portrayal     of     Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ,     better     known     as     Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽     —     right     hand     of     Ⳏⲅⳕⲛⲥⲉ     ⲟ⳨     Ⲏⲉⳑⳑ,     former     crossroad     demon,     member     of     Ⲛⲉøⲛ     Ⳙⲓⲥⲉ,     a     ⲧⲅⳕⲥⲕ⳽ⲧⲉⲅ      with     a     crooked     smile,     impulsive,     unafraid     of     consequence     and     untouched     by     fear.

Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     lives     in     Seoul,     moving     through     nights     painted     in     neon,     smoke     and     places     that     never     ask     too     many     questions.     At     first     glance,     he     appears     almost     ordinary;     easy     to     overlook,     easy     to     forget.     Yet     something     about     him     always     remains.     A     smile     that     sits     a     little     too     crooked,     a     gaze     that     lingers     too     long,     a     presence     that     feels     human     only     until     it     doesn’t.     Once     a     crossroad     demon,     Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽     learned     early     that     souls     are     rarely     taken     by     force.     People     choose.     They     lean     toward     ruin     all     on     their     own,     if     given     the     right     temptation,     the     right     promise,     the     smallest     push     at     the     perfect     moment.     Where     others     hesitated,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     never     did.     Reckless,     impulsive     and     far     too     amused     by     danger,     he     became     useful     not     because     he     was     the     strongest,     but     because     he     was     willing     to     do     what     others     would     not.

Now     he     stands     at     the     side     of     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     son     of     the     Devil     and     Prince     of     Hell.     To     the     world,     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     is     the     leader     of     Neøn     Vice,     a     eight-member     band     whose     sound     burns     bright     enough     to     feel     almost     holy     and     dark     enough     to     rot     beneath     the     skin.     Alongside     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     Rⲩū     and     five     others,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     plays     his     part     beneath     the     stage     lights,     wrapped     in     glamour,     noise     and     devotion.     Their     performances     are     not     only     music;     they     are     invitations.     Every     scream,     every     chant,     every     heart     offered     to     the     rhythm     becomes     another     thread     pulled     toward     Hell.     For     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ,     the     band     is     more     than     fame.     It     is     a     hunting     ground,     a     cathedral     of     neon     and     vice     where     souls     gather     willingly,     mistaking     damnation     for     worship.     And     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     follows     him     without     question.     Not     out     of     blind     loyalty,     not     entirely.     He     follows     because     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     is     his     prince,     his     boss,     the     one     figure     whose     command     cuts     cleanly     through     his     chaos.     If     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     points,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     moves.     If     Ⲉⳑⲩⲅ     asks     for     a     soul,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     finds     a     way     to     make     it     smile     before     it     falls.     Within     Neøn     Vice,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     is     the     crooked     grin     at     the     edge     of     the     spotlight;     the     member     who     turns     temptation     into     a     game     and     danger     into     something     strangely     irresistible.     He     does     not     pretend     to     be     safe.     He     does     not     care     to     be     forgiven.     Unpredictable,     unafraid     and     dangerously     unconcerned     with     consequence,     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ     moves     through     the     world     like     something     just     slightly     broken     and     far     too     comfortable     with     it.

⎯⎯    Ⳕⲛ⳨ⲟ    :    mutuals    only,    german    &    english,    mdni    21+,    low-active,    open    for    plotting    &    chaotic    interactions . Ⲥⲅⲉ𝖽ⳕⲧ⳽ . Ⲅⳙⳑⲉ⳽ .

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𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐑 — a fallen angel turned 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. He siphons power from souls while living among the mortals as a Korean idol and part of the band 𝐍𝐄Ø𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄; unseen, unchallenged. 𝕳𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑.

He moved with the quiet certainty of someone who knew the world would bend before he ever had to ask. In the lantern-dim light, his eyes caught the glow - not reflecting it, but swallowing it whole, leaving only a thin shimmer of something ancient, exiled, and unbecomingly beautiful. And when he passed, the air felt lighter, as if it had forgotten what it was supposed to hold on to. His presence hummed low beneath the skin, an echo of a song no mortal throat could carry, all ruin and allure tangled together. Feathers that no longer existed still seemed to whisper against the world, a ghost-memory brushing the air. 𝕻𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝐲 𝖉𝖎𝖉, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝐲𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊.

𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐑 — selective, mutuals only, low activity, german/english, mdni 21+, open for crossovers and plotting — 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: abuse, trauma, violence, torture, death, hell, injury, blood, sexual content, gore, drugs, alcohol, language. Edit credits: the talented @theforgottenmirror

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𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝘩𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝐼’𝑚 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.