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#imug1: independent, selective and private fandomless original character, hyesung the imugi. based and inspired by korean mythology and other supernatural ╱ fantasy elements. adaptable to several universes. triggering subjects such as grief, sickness and death will be present, please proceed with caution. please do not follow if you are under the age of twenty one. discord available to mutuals only upon request. ©

#✩ˎˊ˗ pinned ⭯ ooc.#( aly ⭑ 25+ ⭑ she/her )

feral-ballad

Mary Jo Bang, from A Film in Which I Play Everyone: Poems; “Hotel Incognito”

[Text ID: “I didn’t belong, not then, not there, not anywhere.”]

#✩ˎˊ˗ musings ⭯ ic.

seerfawn

a knowing smile spreads across her face as she feels his hesitancy. the internal debates she witnesses always have foregone conclusions - and most of the time, only she can see them coming. it helped with elain's success in bargaining. so, when hyesung agrees, the seer has already felt the shift within the air around them. it will be easier to search his future now that he's given in to her wishes.

"sit with me," she says as the two settle at her small kitchen table. between them sits a vase of roses, an energy storing flower that helps regulate the current of her power. back when she was new to her gift, the seer found it difficult to return to reality. but with plants as her anchor, elain could use them as a pathway back to herself. it helped that the vase was sculpted and decorated with her younger sister's hands too.

she reaches for hyesung, palms up for him to rest his against, waiting for him to do so before continuing. "to warn you, i don't often speak until i come back but if i do, what i say might not make sense. it might alarm you. it might make you want to let go and run." there's an eeriness that flows between her next few words, "it's best not to do that."

imug1

this feeling of hesitance isn’t one that hyesung fancies. while following behind, he clears his throat and straightens his posture to regain self-assurance. courteously, he takes a seat only after she does then looks around skeptically. the roses between them are fragrant and he wonders if they are used for decoration or if are an aid of some sort in the same way shamans use beads to connect to the spirit world.

before rattling on about all the horrors he has witnessed in the span of his lifetime and that, he, in his true form could be considered rather terrorizing – especially if one has ophidiophobia – their hands are touching. we are . . . holding hands? his eyes widen slightly at the foreign feeling of having someone else’s hands in his. although he possess a near identical biology to a human, he is still fairly colder to the touch than most. as expected, hers are soft and warm. not that he’s given any mind to what her hands would feel like. he isn’t some fickle human that makes googly eyes at every pretty face that looks his way. tut-tut! “i don’t spook easily.” he replies abruptly after being too stunned to speak from the physical contact.

“wait - i should warn you as well.” teeth sink into lower lip, mentally debating on whether to tell her. what if it’s a complete deal breaker and she decides to reject the request? but if something happens to her . . . well, he does have a conscience. “those i’ve spoken to before have seen things that leave them horrified. they wouldn’t tell me what they saw and instead told me to leave, immediately.”

#seerfawn #✩ˎˊ˗ tba ⭯ verse.#✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#they're both so odd i love them #✩ˎˊ˗ queue ⭯ ooc.

seerfawn

being alone and feeling lonely were two different concepts humans seemed yet to grasp. they still conflated the two despite how easy it was to see the difference once you took the time to understand your feelings. but who wanted to do that? even when she was alive, elain rarely met someone who was okay with feeling, with dissecting emotions deeply enough to grasp where they came from and how to handle them. it wasn't viewed as a strength to be sensitive to such things. even as a woman who'd been raised with two sisters, she was the only one in her household who was or outwardly tried to be. her softness was coddled, not respected.

it was in death that she realized in life she'd been both. not all the time, and not from the fault of her sisters. society and her parents, more than anything, kept elain constrained to the dichotomy of being alone and lonely; and before she was old enough to combat either, she was killed.

now though, elain was rarely alone. those who tried to live in her home didn't last. some made it a few months while the vast majority couldn't handle any longer than a week. the constant cycle of tenants became annoying. all they seemed to know was greed. the former archeron estate was massive, extravagant, and helped bolster a vision of wealth that continued to disgust her. when would people learn?

she became more than a ghost, unable to move on to the next realm. elain was a haunting. she drew souls in by keeping the gardens not only alive, but bountiful. everyone who came to buy the property was impressed but not a one spent time in its gardens or among the nature that surrounded it. and because of that, they all suffered the same fate: a terror that would hardly let them breathe, let alone rest. a manifestation of the anger she never released when she was alive.

the newest owner, however, was handsome and young. he wasn't an old man married to a woman half his age, a bigot of a woman who wanted the power trip of ordering servants around, or a dictator of a father who wanted obedience more than his family's happiness. if anyone mirrored her upbringing in any way, shape, or form, elain would ruin their every waking moment. but this one... yes, this man she liked.

when she caught him staring at the painting of she and her sisters, he seemed to linger for a reason. the one he stood in front of put nesta, feyre and elain in separate posses from each other. it was one of the only ones like that in the place. usually they'd been clustered together, crowded. it was why elain could tell he'd been looking at her.

turning the lights off was a fun trick she enjoyed when she felt whatever power still remained in her was in need of a little release. the newest tenant appeared unfazed by it, though his uncertainty grew the longer he remained in the dark. when she faded in at his side, she kept herself almost entirely translucent; less corporeal which helped people feel foolishly safer.

"do you have a favorite?" she asks, the lilt of her voice so sweet it was almost flirtatious. she wouldn't have blamed him for fancying any of them. nesta, feyre and elain had been at the apex of their beauty when the painting was done. they were all young women at the dawn of their lives. or so they thought.

imug1

perhaps the light went out coincidentally and it has nothing to do with the house being haunted. hyesung was beginning to think everyone who lived in this home either had a dirty conscience or had been hallucinating. he was mere seconds away from retiring to his room when the spirit appeared by his side. perhaps not.

her question caught him off guard but he immediately decided to play along. he pretends to ponder over it before answering, “they’re all exceptionally beautiful.” the vampire nods casually and looks to the ghost before turning back to the painting. he lifts a finger and points bluntly at the figure that resembles her. “her. she is my favorite.” dark eyes fix their gaze on that particular young woman. “at first glance, she looks innocent and docile but rumor has it, she sent the former buyers of this home running not even a day of moving in.” hyesung crosses his arms over his chest and turns on his heel to face the apparition head on. “is that a personal record?”

#seerfawn #✩ˎˊ˗ vampire ⭯ verse.#✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#✩ˎˊ˗ queue ⭯ ooc.

seerfawn

she barely lets a moment pass before answering, "i don't think i have strong enough wants in the first place." the truth of it sinks in, even for elain. she hasn't ever voiced the thought before; the one that gnaws at her, leaving her tender and scared. she's been too afraid to. "and ideas can great, but that doesn't mean they're supposed to happen. you have to be realistic." for all the grief she felt in losing a dream, she could admit her parent's plan made sense. if nothing else, she would be taken care of. it would give her a comfortable life.

their conversation, having grown too complicated to pretend to garden, forces elain to focus on it. on hyesung and the hurt within the depth of his dark eyes. "i'll get over it. i've already started to." it's because of his quiet that she turns herself in his direction, facing her best friend and his opinions head on. "you might as well speak your thoughts, i can see them all over your face."

imug1

inner emotions come up to the surface and bleed through traitorously. when elain points it out, hyesung turns away. he blinks hard and draws in a deep breath before turning back to look at her. this time there’s nothing written on his face. seems to him like she’s already made her choice. playing tug-of-war with her parents is a losing game. if she’s already pulling away now, what does the future hold? he’ll leave for new york, they’ll stop talking as soon as she gets officially engaged (if not sooner) and he won’t even be invited to the wedding. what he says tonight won’t even matter in a year. he doesn’t understand what it’s like being anchored to a place. it’s normal for friendships to fade out after high school – what makes them the exception?

lips pull into a soft smile and he shrugs, “i’m just surprised, that's all.” his eyes fall to the grass, a hand gently runs along the hairs before balling into a fist. “it doesn’t matter what i think.” head shakes slowly, feeling like he’s walking on a tightrope by keeping the smile firmly on his face without faltering. eyes lift to meet hers, holding a look of neutrality, “i just want you to be happy. whether it’s here or anywhere else in the world.” he wishes softly, swallowing the knot in his throat.

#seerfawn #✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#✩ˎˊ˗ modern ⭯ verse.#✩ˎˊ˗ queue ⭯ ooc.

serotnin

me: ah, I’m just being paranoid…………………. (squints) or is it my intuition

#✩ˎˊ˗ musings ⭯ ic.

feralleyc4t

@imug1: do you love them? i mean really love them?

the question sat idly on her tongue for a moment. maybe a bit longer than the heart would have willingly allowed. the easy answer would be yes— why wouldn’t she love jeremiah? they had made it official the summer after disaster struck, when everything shattered right before their eyes, only to be rebuilt like a puzzle. that was her why. he looked so much like susannah it pained her to look straight at him, fearing she might vanish on the spot. ❝ i’m with him, aren’t it? therefore, why would i be with him if i didn't love him? ❞ she mused. good question belly, good question. preferring not to delve too deeply into it. because if she did, she'd have to analyze why she feels the need to justify or defend her relationship with jere, as if it could be anything other than love. ❝ he's my best friend, you know. it just makes sense. ❞

imug1

usually, hyesung didn’t pry into other people’s relationships. he didn’t mean to come off as nosy or to raise uncertainty. it was the supermarket wine doing the talking. most of his friends were just as single as him, not looking for commitment and spending time swiping right on dating apps in hopes of finding the one. with the exception of belly, who seemed to be caught up in the whirlwind of love.

as she mulled over his question, he poured himself another glass and swirled the red liquid inside. her answer was plausible albeit a tad defensive. people threw the word around plenty but they did feel it? to prove there was no ill-intent, he offered a soft smile and shrugged. “i guess it makes sense, to be in love with someone who knows you better than anyone else.” he sat back in his seat with a pensive expression and nodded, “but isn’t there a lot at stake? you’re best friends. aren’t you afraid that something can go wrong and ruin that trust?”

#feralleyc4t #✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#✩ˎˊ˗ modern ⭯ verse.#these hard-hitting questions #✩ˎˊ˗ queue ⭯ ooc.

feralleyc4t

a much needed break was imminent. measuring the shift in conversation, she couldn't escape fast enough. following that were the quiet grumbles of her stomach, hinting it was time for a bite to eat. careful she doesn't turn into one of those characters in the snickers ad, you're not you when you're hungry. glancing at hyesung, she gave a nod of approval. invitation to join was clear as day, despite her subtle approach. manages to suppress a giggle until they departed the library, adopting a swift head shake as relief finally came. ❝ i think i'd find watching paint dry more interesting... at least there's no pressure to keep a conversation that's going nowhere, ❞ she remarked, not sure if she was being too harsh on them or not. college can be a humbling experience, it has it's upsides as well as it's drawbacks. the guys were eccentric, she'd admit that. but truth be told, fantasy football wasn't what she had in mind for their study session today. ❝ you have to give them credit for their passion, right? just wish it could be directed toward something like, saay, the homework we were assigned... ❞ a slight shrug is given, feigning unconcern as a half smile appears on her lips. ❝ guess it's a good thing i have you, ❞ she notes as they walk along the footpath towards the bakery.

imug1

a laugh escaped hyesung’s lips as they stepped outside of the quiet space. come to think of it, maybe he had been a bit too judgmental. without realizing it, he could be real condescending sometimes. when it came to football, he didn’t have enough interest to join in or even contribute to the conversation. moosuk used to throw super bowl parties at the baek household because sohui was away so he had clearance and that was his only exposure to the sport. brown eyes rolled back playfully and he sighed, “fine. okay, i’ll admit, i’m a little jealous that they can waste money on virtual games while i’m over here applying for jobs.” such was life.

“wherever would you be without me?” he mused jokingly since they had met not too long ago. “i don’t know about you but i think i’m done with study groups.” group projects had never been his forte. in spite of having good social skills, he preferred to work alone because it meant less people to shepherd. cross out leadership as a strength. although, not bossiness. he had a tendency to be a control freak. as they got farther from campus and closer to the bakery, he stepped forward and walked backwards facing her. “i’ve been meaning to ask - what do you prefer being called, isabel or belly?”

#feralleyc4t #✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#✩ˎˊ˗ modern ⭯ verse.#✩ˎˊ˗ queue ⭯ ooc.

jessicafletchers

julien baker - “appointments” / larissa pham - “abject permanence” / the mountain goats - “cry for judas” / richard siken - “the worm king’s lullaby”

#✩ˎˊ˗ musings ⭯ ic.#screaming

turing-tested

just because I am in the shape of a person does not mean I am one

#✩ˎˊ˗ musings ⭯ ic.

videog4mes

TOMODACHI LIFE: SHENANIGANS EDITION. a collection of action based concepts inspired by the silly things those silly miis do. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

follow. sender is following receiver for some reason.

breakdance. receiver walks in on sender breakdancing and joins them.

ballet. receiver is trying to learn ballet with sender.

stare. receiver is watching sender closely.

hearteyes. while sender is excitedly talking about something, receiver suddenly has hearteyes for sender.

ready to risk it all. sender officially confesses how they feel about receiver.

street light. receiver discovers sender switching the street light on and off for some reason.

ants go marching. mid-chatting, receiver gets distracted by a trail of ants passing by them and sender.

unrequited. receiver responds to their feelings not being reciprocated by sender.

foam sword. receiver pulls a toy sword out on sender only to be met with the same response.

water sprinkler. sender and receiver spend time together splashing and running around under the water sprinkler.

show off. sender and receiver are preparing to show off their prized possessions and debate who has the best item.

gloomy days. someone put sender in a rather foul mood and receiver attempts to make things better.

shake it, shake. sender and receiver draw in a crowd playing maracas and putting on a show.

chase. receiver chases sender around the gardens.

date. sender and receiver are on a special date.

shooting star. sender and receiver are lying in a bed of grass watching the stars together.

renovate. receiver asks sender to help them decorating and/or renovating around their home.

jump scare. receiver reacts to sender's attempt to spook them.

blushing mess. sender and receiver clearly have a thing for one another but are being bashful.

new style. receiver models their new hairstyle/clothing style for sender.

roomies. receiver asks sender to move in with them.

#✩ˎˊ˗ prompts ⭯ ooc.

@seerfawn

the property had been in the listings for a very long time. although the realtor specified the reason as an afterthought rather than a preface. apparently the previous owners only lasted a day—two if you count the time it took them to pack up their belongings. hyesung assumes that they heard noises and thought a ghost was lurking in the home. it is a rather old fashioned building, three stories high and grand. although he didn’t purchase it for its look or size but rather for its relatively remote location. far away enough to get respite from civilization. in the basement there's a month's worth of blood bags. a town an hour away or so if he were ever in the mood for something warmer.

chestnut optics peer out at the garden through the window. how strange. the flowers are alive and in full bloom. as if someone has been looking after them. except there hasn’t been any maintenance done in the manor since the previous owner put it up for sale. that was a . . . very long time ago. he brings the glass of whiskey in his hand against his cold cheek. if the property is haunted then he’s not sure it will affect him. as a witch, he used to be attuned to the spirit world. however, since losing his magic abilities, he hasn’t been able to communicate with or see ghosts. hyesung surveys the peculiarity then turns away and moves upstairs.

paintings of the old owners are still hung on the walls in the hallway. some of the paint has chipped and distorted the older portraits. he would have geoffrey remove them first thing in the morning. would that upset the alleged wandering soul? his attention is stolen by the likeness of a young woman. although the color of the piece has faded, it’s still in good condition. she was pretty in an ethereal way. was. he figures she’s long gone by now.

suddenly, the lights go out.

only the moon lights up the room. hyesung remains calm and takes a step back.

#✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#✩ˎˊ˗ vampire ⭯ verse.#seerfawn #hyesung: finally some peace and quiet #us: think again dorkula

@feralleyc4t: i'm just going to the bakery. ★

a yawn escapes hyesung as the topic in conversation goes from english composition homework to . . . fantasy football. jameson and thomas kept ping-ponging across the table, occasionally turning to him and asking for back up. he simply nodded or answered with a disinterested ‘uh-huh.’ as belly rises from her seat, he sits up and hopes this is an opportunity to leave.

at the mention of the bakery, his stomach growls embarrassingly loud. luckily the others chatter drowns out the sound in an otherwise quiet space. “wait, i’ll go with you.” he gets up, gathers his stuff into his backpack and throws it over his back. “i thought that it was only balding, middle aged men who became emotionally invested in that game. hm, you learn something new every day.” hyesung whispers as they exit the library.

#✩ˎˊ˗ interaction ⭯ ic.#feralleyc4t #✩ˎˊ˗ modern ⭯ verse.