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youㅤareㅤrebornㅤwithㅤroses, inㅤtheㅤturnㅤofㅤeachㅤspring

[okultists]

⸻ㅤ OKULTISTSㅤ ㅤan independent, descriptive + private multi - muse blog presently operating on weekend - only activity. curated with adoration by dawn, twenty - four, an ever - enthusiastic bookworm forever moving at their own pace — disc. available upon request, please note that i'm unable to respond on working days.

ㅤ GUIDELINESㅤ ㅤPINTERESTㅤ ㅤSIDEBLOGㅤ ㅤOPENSㅤ ㅤPROMPTS

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patience lewisㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤslice of life ㅤ ㅤdemi - soloist ballerina, a proud former mathlete champion and chronic overachiever. progressing through a bachelor's degree in chemistry. portrayed by chase infiniti, twenty - six, sapphic.

ankita chanuㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤslice of life ㅤ ㅤfashion apprentice chasing her dreams while trying to make this single mother in a concrete jungle thing work. inhales caffeine like oxygen and never gets enough sleep. portrayed by anu emmanuel, twenty - nine, bisexual.

octavia ellisㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤparanormal ㅤ ㅤpainting over the cracks in the wall whilst grieving, and swatting away a family of vultures desperate to peck the remains clean. deciphering the pages of her grandfather's journal, detailing encounters with the occult. portrayed by taylor russell, thirty - one, demiromantic.

antonio diaz costelloㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤparanormal ㅤ ㅤa timid paranormal researcher and menace to the local archive and library, submerged in a near - constant flow of vintage news clippings and documents. portrayed by jan luis castellanos, thirty - one, pansexual.

colton sawyer gravesㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤhorror ㅤ ㅤsouthern gothic inspired character with original mythology enclosing the fictional town of saint helen's, louisiana. a man who must satiate an entity known as the heron, lest misfortune fall upon their family. warning for: acts of crimson sacrifice, m*rder portrayed by rory culkin, thirty - six, bisexual.

tanvir mishraㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤhorror ㅤ ㅤa reservoir holding each drop of despair suffered within a short - lifetime: gentle soul stained with a devastating appetite for human flesh. the conflict of morality pertaining to conditions and demands of an after - life that was not asked for. risen as a ghoul by sister's hand. portrayed by assad zaman, thirty - five, bisexual.

isaiah ernest woodsㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤhorror! ㅤ ㅤfounder and custodian to a survivor camp named the safe road, a sympathetic leader with an obligation to protect those who look to him for guidance. sunlight breaking through a morose sky of thick, grey clouds and bathing the land in rays of golden warmth. faith in impossible situations. portrayed by jordan calloway, thirty - five, pansexual.

selin bektas ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤcrime ㅤ ㅤa notorious art/jewelry thief with residences in france and america. an overall introspection on indulgence and mystique. still a work in progress. portrayed by hande erçel, thirty - two, bisexual.

kang nahee ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤcrime ㅤ ㅤan unflinching detective unearthing seoul's most elusive criminals with sharp capability. following a traumatic case, na-hee was forced into an administrative leave, though she rebels against this and continues to perform her duties under the department's nose. this character deals with themes of low mentality and post - traumatic stress. portrayed by go youn-jung, thirty - one, demisexual.

• ㅤ ㅤ 01 ㅤ ㅤnahee walks the veil between life and death after an incident while on duty. she's not dead, though she came very close to it, but she isn't quite alive either. there's something vital about nahee that's missing, a piece of her soul, maybe. in this verse, she can see ghosts and interact with spirits.

natalya kaziev ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤgothic/historical ㅤ ㅤan heiress to ruin. eldest of three spinster daughters, their inheritance a dwindling fortune spent on survival. a father, once an industry tycoon, thoroughly proclaimed a disgrace and stain upon society after negligence leading to mortal disaster. a woman attempting to secure prospects and a promising dowry for darling sisters through published gothic fiction, operating under a male pseudonym. portrayed by aubri ibrag, twenty - four, bisexual.

wú shànhé ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤfantasy ㅤ ㅤa mischievous plant demon who obtains an artifact misplaced by a demon sect, siphoning power from the object in order to service and protect her village. the epitome of chaotic good. portrayed by hu lianxin, twenty - five, bisexual.

rén zhìháo ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤfantasy ㅤ ㅤa loyal and whimsical bodyguard or an immortal's treasured sidekick. zhihao is the pride of his remote village, though his clumsy manners and overly-cheerful disposition often land him in a considerable amount of trouble, he was raised with an altruistic temperament: a saviour to many earth-bound nestlings, and a fearless protector for those who cannot defend themselves. portrayed by xu zhenxuan, twenty - four, demiromantic.

lín qiángcái ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤfantasy ㅤ ㅤdescription to be written. portrayed by bao shangen, twenty - four, panromantic.

huǒ xīnrǎn ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤfantasy ㅤ ㅤdescription to be written. portrayed by peng xiaoran, thirty - one, demiromantic.

[okultists]

the rumours are true! i've been productive with my weekend and i've gone through some drafts! the catch is... unable to do them all. i'll be keeping the ones i've written in my drafts until i can complete them this weekend, then i'll queue them up and .. fingers crossed .. have better management over them. have a lovely week, moots! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́

[okultists]

We meet at last. I confess, the rumors did not prepare me for the reality.  

[ for wu shanhe, from wang ling ( 汪泠 ) ! ]

an unexpected meeting, on the outskirts of home: nánhēng village (南亨村) sleeps undisturbed in rolling hills, with it's expansive terrace fields and peaceful way of life. several plum blossoms line the way to their entrance, lanterns in unique shapes and colours illuminate the earthen path and gesture weary travellers inside. plumes of smoke from family-owned restaurants coils into the air, it's rich scent mingles with the sweetness of outside blossoms and stretches up beyond the mountains. the people are quiet, they welcome visitors with open arms and display their warmth through shared meals.

despite this, villagers have been attacked as they travel through the hills from neighbouring towns, their precious treasures and recent purchases stolen in the disorienting cloak of night.

wú shànhé, a bamboo demon, has undertaken the responsibility of ensuring safe passage, with the hope they might one day accept her as their own — that luck would be on her side, that she could finally taste one of those delicious meals she so often catches on the breeze. though, shànhé's methods with protection have been... catastrophic, to say the least.

which lends the reason why shànhé trembles at wāng líng's acknowledgement, body flush upon coarse bark, cautious expression peering out from behind the tree. there's a silent strength in the air, one that knocks the little demon entirely on edge. has this person come to reclaim the artifact she stole? the nervous demon gulps. "wh-- who dares to spread rumours about me!" she squeaks, tremulous fingers dive into draping sleeves, procuring an unassuming, worn flute.

the wind picks up as she makes a daring move — she charges forward, albeit cautiously, holding the flute out like a weapon. vibrant petals swirl with wisps of ink hair. the demon declares, "if you're here to cause trouble, then you'll have to swim home with amount of tears you'll cry once i'm done!"

[pomspurin]

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[slashcrz]

ghosts weren't made to fit inside of a cage. as soon as angel realized his mistake, and caught sight of her familiar face now boring holes of fury through his, there urge to fight or flee intensified. angel stumbled a step back, then took a steadier second, hands coming up slowly in front of him, but held up. defensively, but not willingly, palms outstretched instead of curling in to fit her iron confines. " you're taking this well. '' he mumbled, a truthful statement, eyes wide as he watched her carefully. " but you haven't caught me yet. "

stomach churning, angel swallowed hard, refocusing his gaze on her to try and hide the fumble of confidence. this wasn't how he was going down. " don't - don't you want to know why? " maybe a desperate scramble to buy time, but angel could only take so many steps back before his back would hit the wall, and to get to the door, he'd have to go through her.

[okultists]

vivian nearly didn't believe her eyes when she came on the scene, thinking it was a coincidence, or even that he just looked like angel. her mind made such a scramble to make everything make sense that it just resorted to hilarity, that it was a joke she wasn't included in, maybe even a nightmare that would fade when she awoke. vivian wishes it was the latter. but he stands in front of her, hands up, made of bone and flesh and treachery. "fuck you," is vivian's knee-jerk response. she takes a few wary steps closer, suddenly thankful that she was too lazy to take any other sports than track in high - school. it certainly came in handy as a detective when perps tried to flee. "i'm sorry— are you even aware of what situation you're in right now? you try to run, i'll have to catch up and tackle you. don't make me do that, 'cause i didn't have time for leg day yesterday and i'm full of coffee. it's not going to be pleasant for either of us when we're both on the ground, bruised and pissed off." vivian grunts, eyes trained on him.

her expression quirks with interest, one thin eyebrow raising, and then sobers. "give me a laugh, then. bestow me with your wisdom and tell me the reason why," tone is almost bored as she crosses her arms, a languid step taken for each one stolen. despite the lazy posture, she's rigid as a rock, mainly from years of stress built up in her shoulders. "nowhere to run, angel-face." the old nickname resurfaces, taunting as she stalks him like a lion. at least there wouldn't be reunion pleasantries, the awkward street run-in when you have to say, how have you been, what's life been like? or when you're particularly pathetic, i miss you when the sun goes down.

[dakotaslimes]

"Alright, alright. Not like whatever entities you thinkin' you're gonna catch on your little devices ever give a flying fuck if there's a lick of daylight. In fact, everything, all this woo woo is ever keen on is all things after midnight. Am I right? " he said, Jackson catching his breath as he caught up to Antonio along the dirt road. The sun is just about setting; it'll be fully dark in no time. "So I'm kinda doin' you and them the ultimate favor." "No wasted efforts." Haunted only in memory. Because Jackson isn't a believer. Never had been. But circumstances ran deep, and it was the last option. Not that Antonio knew about any of that, not that many did. Different last names to his Aunt and Sister. All Jackson wanted was to prove the podcasters made of retired lawyers and bartenders, teachers, bankers and artists all in their detective forums wrong about some supernatural happenings in their disappearances. This place being ground zero. "So. You got a plan, ghost boy? Rhyme or reason, you bake some cookies in case Santa Claus gets a little hungry?"

[okultists]

in antonio's life there was always someone taller, stronger, better, than him. he's the nerd with glasses too expansive for his features and, for a very long time into his pubescent years, a squeaky - voice that he is remembered for. so jackson's taunts are ancient news to antonio, the man barely reacts to the nickname ghost boy, and only takes pause to push his glasses up along the way. "you're... maybe, sort - of correct, i guess. they've more active come nightfall, peak times are the witching hour, though... not specifically midnight," he corrects gently. "i'm just saying, we need sunlight so we can set up the gear. replace all the batteries, position the cameras, make sure there's a stable signal." antonio digs his feet into the dirt as he walks, tiny indents shadowing the pair. "but i get it. you don't know the ins - and - outs." he allows jackson more grace than vice versa, a flush creeping up his neck when santa claus is mentioned. "oh, shut up... there's reserves in my bag if you're starving, but these places are usually gross, and adrenaline's typically high, so the chances of you feeling hungry are nil - to - none." the dips below the clouds, a choir of crickets and cicadas begin their dusk song. unease roils antonio's stomach as they draw nearer to the location, anticipation prickles tan skin. "by the way, hope you brought a sleeping bag. 'cause we're staying here until dawn."

[okultists]

PLOT!ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤshanhe, a mischievous half - demon, has come across your muse's unconscious body, hidden deep in the woods. what happened to them? alternative faceclaim: est.her y/u. inform me in dms if you would prefer the alt.

shanhe uses a dirty branch to poke foliage away from the stranger's obscured visage, nature in a divine process of claiming another soul, spindling roots and vines encasing their body like a shroud. despite trembling hands, the plant demon crouches forward slowly, almost with expectation as your muse's features come further into view. damp earth burrows in the crevices of their face, last night's fallen rain still moist in their hair. shanhe quivers with the leaves above, treetops as clouds in the sky, slivers of sunlight pushing through gaps like stripes of golden rain. "are you... alive?" the very idea that a corpse may be splayed out in front of her makes shanhe's throat constrict. she hesitates at once, throws a nervous glance around the silence that haunts them, eyes landing on a bird's forgotten plume woven among dead leaves and broken twigs. it's plucked from the ground with ease.

despite the hesitation, shanhe re-evaluates the situation and decides to take a risk, swiping the feather under their nose, trying to coax the stranger from the unconscious. "you're not allowed to die out here... i'll be very upset if the remainder of my evening is spent figuring out what to do with you!" desperation soaks her voice with a pitiful whine on the end. she's three seconds away from piling that foliage back onto them and erasing them from her mind.

[loredrops]

their marriage might as well been a detonator disguised as a diamond ring. silent, exquisite, and counting down between every beat of their tangled hearts. selin’s question slid across the table like a slim blade looking for a place to land. maybe her heart? dark lashes lowered to half mast — a practiced gesture that softened her stare and bought her half a second. “exciting? a bidding war over a mid-century duplex.” she traced the rim of her glass, nails buffed to a moon-white sheen. “not nearly as scandalous as office affairs, i’m afraid.” electric silence hummed between them, charged by the knowledge they both hid knives behind their backs. beneath the table her thigh brushed her wife's calf, meant to read pulse as much as offer comfort. if muscles selin's tightened, would that be guilt or suspicion? a lazy smile curved shiloh’s mouth, but her mind ran inventory. “though…” she let the word flicker like a match. “there was a… complication at the property. an unexpected visitor. nothing i couldn’t handle.” she lifted her gaze, let it lock onto brown eyes staring back, with quiet invitation. “but you know how unexpected visitors can be. they tend to overstay.”

[okultists]

though selin's marriage to shiloh is a façade, the way her heart trembles at shiloh's delicate stare is more true than anything. it takes a deliberate effort for selin to anchor her wandering mind before it drifts too far and succumbs to an endless ocean. always a sucker for a gorgeous pair of eyes. she makes sure her voice is even when she speaks, "you're the best hire that's ever happened to that company, i'm sure you'll find a solution, darling." empty words, always empty, and though she held no interest in her tone, selin's warm brown eyes remain sharp. their fireplace crackles in the near distance, smoulders like it's reacting to the tension between them. it beats under selin's skin as she feels her wife's investigative touch, muscle... tightens. "is that so?" she whispers, artificial concern warps her features. chair screams against laminate as selin pulls herself away from the table, from shiloh's touch. it's nearing dangerous territory. noire velvet heels clatter on the floor as selin lazily kicks them to the side, in a methodically calm pursuit. she glides across the dining room toward another bottle, catching her breath as she goes, and returns a moment later. she refuses to be the first to yield. "would you care for a top - up?" the expensive bottle is offered, with red fingernails enclosing on the bottle's neck. maybe a silent warning. "about your visitor, though... i'm sure it was nothing. the public can be ever - so - curious. they always want what they can't afford. it wouldn't be wise to dwell on it... don't you agree?"

[okultists]

You're different than the others. I can't figure out if that's dangerous. / from ling zhou to xu mingyi

she was never made for significance — a woman from an unimportant village with a halcyon disposition, never seeking adventure beyond their crumbling stone walls. a humble leaf upon a continuous and serene lake. familiarity was comfort, community was divinity, tranquillity a soft - spoken blessing. she misses it now, searches for remnants of home in polarizing landscapes. outdistances it's warmth with each step taken. xu mingyi was not made for a greater destiny: it was thrust upon her in a most vicious manner, wraps around every crevice like she's drowning in that lake instead of floating. she was made for stillness and was seized with a crimson - laden touch of war.

the pair rest within an aged stone garden. ivory blossoms spindle earthbound in an artful tangle, dancing in a gentle breeze. the table has witnessed many conversations, unfurled many stories with an inviting ambiance. clouds plume in from the west, though the sky is azure and clear. two perfectly arched maple trees act as both an entrance and solemn guardians, looming over the two dutifully. "then we have drawn the same inconclusive opinion. one thing is certain — we are both separate from the mundane, outsiders looking in." she watches ling zhou with uncertainty. for once, the sword isn't hidden. it rests bare on the table, catching sunlight's reflection. she tilts her chin down with a solemn, pressing expression. "when you are in doubt, consider the nature of my heart. determine the danger from that. when there is a change, when i am no longer myself, take necessary action. can you do that for me?"

[okultists]

it's unprofessional, but when has vivian ever been? driving the wheel of complex emotions has never been the detective's strength. so, vivian cackles in angel's face instead of acting like an adult. "look what the fucking cat dragged in, @slashcrz!" it's acrid, bittersweet. "leave in the middle of the night and this is where you end up, huh?" she tries not to be hurt. tells herself their flings weren't made to last, especially considering her own issues with commitment, but when she's not the one to cut a thread on her own, it stings worse than a cigarette put out on bare flesh. "alright, i've had enough, hands behind your back." the remnants of vivian's laughter almost make the command seem like a distasteful joke, but she's moving to grab her cuffs.

[saslhey]

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[okultists]

PLOT!ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤantonio is a paranormal investigator making an honest effort into proving the existence of the afterlife to your skeptic muse. they're about to enter a haunted estate on the outskirts of town!

OPEN TO!ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤmasc, femme, nonbinary muses who are skeptics!

"it's been seventeen minutes. you made a promise to take this seriously!" antonio's voice breaches the edge of accusation — withdrawn as quickly as it's dished out. he bites his tongue, it's not worth the argument. feet move with urgency, bike trails over uneven soil, his rucksack clunks with equipment. "we could've been on location already, but someone decided to show up late... that's not fair."

[loredrops]

open: f plot: i want problems always !!! muse: cyrus voss: he's trying his best and is actually telling the truth but also they've had problems in the past so it wouldn't be the craziest thing lol

"alright — i fucked up. but just get back in the car and we can talk about this. i don't know who's panties those are in the back seat! i let keith borrow my car last night. i swear!"

[okultists]

it was immediate. the moment ankita pries the mystery garment from it's place wedged between the seat, she's gone from the car in a blaze of humiliation. stilettos crash against concrete like thunder, the perfection of ankita's sable curls become undone from harsh winds and absolute speed. there's no coherent voice in her head, no angel upon shoulder to guide her to rationality. "get back in the car?" heels scrape as she whips around, voice so loud it's hoarse. tears collect in the corner of her vision, unsure whether it's from betrayal or the wind. she'd like to believe it's the latter, because crying over a man with no loyalty would be a sin. "are you fucking stupid, cyrus? there's not gonna be any conversation. i'm trying to get my life together, fuck!—" ankita's tears spill over, fingers making a desperate attempt to conceal her damp cheeks quick enough. "—i can't chase after you like some loyal dog when all you do is humiliate me! keith's an asshole and so are you, i don't believe a god damn word that comes from your mouth. have the fucking panties back and delete my number." she storms closer, plucks the discarded fabric from the ground, balls it up and launches them at cyrus with as much force as she can muster. "they're tacky as hell, anyway!"

[pomspurin]

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[okultists]

not sure if i've expressed this in my rules (and frankly too lazy to update them at the moment!) but i'm fine with ships that have a gap in the age, under the condition the youngest muse is at least 25. i'll keep this up until i update my guidelines c:

[mysticcls1]

delight wrote harmonious lyrics across their expression, from the upwards tug to their brow and the eager way the tip of their tongue snaked out and wet their lower lip. hui xian had not failed to notice the sword dwarfing the maiden. they hadn't known where to look with glee first, torn between the suggestion of violence or committing to memory how disheveled beauty can present itself to be without losing it's luster. whatever bone-bleached moon granted blessing to the earth with it's pale light, it chose to favor both in the eye of the beholder.

" you only flatter me. " sharp canines exposed with waxing grin. living a thousand years leaves little reward for good behavior, a fact made well known in the subtle glow of wild, untamed eyes. they did not take astral form as a fox without reason. with their tails obscured, the billow of multicolored robes gave off the illusion of floating aurora around hui xian.

it was fortune indeed to be the monster that stumbled upon the maiden first. not only was this creature one of the more polite ones, but there was potential in the way danger and allure dripped from her reddened mouth with the words curse. the winds kicking up the flurries of nature that played and darted between them stilled, the forest pausing as if to take a breath with the spirit. " i know curses are a nasty business to go and get yourself involved with, " they purred, stalking forward, but there was no longer intimidation held in their tense prowl. " i know you can never make a curse go away, not really. you can move it around, you can coax it into something else, but they are not such things that can be killed. "

upon the maiden now, their head quirked sideways in a feline manner, licking their lips once more. " oh, sweet pet. this? this, i'd do for free. but- " they wasted no time, that smirk reappearing like it was carved from their face to belong set back in it's place. " since you're offering something, i won't be rude and decline. i just want a small bit of seity. you won't even miss it, once it's gone. " lavander hues glistened, flashing. there was more to their words than what was said, chin dipping and words slowing to quiet warning. " because once i have it, you'll never remember what it is i took, which piece of you i have. "

delicately clawed fingers reached to hook under and trail across one of the broken adornments to her skirts, the stitching and twisted silks repairing themselves as hui xian carefully guided it to perfection. cleaned, precisely mended, and color restored to bright, brilliant new. the splotch of such purity was garish against the soot and grim that coated the rest of her. one of the forest's many fees. only those who belonged in the trees were truly free. intruders suffered as the forest infiltrated them slowly. filling their shoes with dirt, their hair tangled with leaves, clothes wicked with moisture in the damp night air.

" do you think you could live with that? is whoever you are saving worth that? "

[okultists]

hui xian's delight unsteadies the maiden, frightens an instinct woven deep into bone and flesh, an ancient understanding about spirits and what danger they promise. a shiver crawls up mingyi's spine, like a spectre reaching out a finger to trail upward, but she maintains a brave face through careful deliberation. moonlight catches her earrings, sparkling with luminescence, vibrant petals linger on her person. not quite the otherworldly beauty hui xian embodies. she lingers on the fox's canines, a sliver from the very moon that hangs above them. "the purpose of my journey is to win your approval, isn't it?" there's a twinge of sarcasm, but she's mostly truthful. it would be especially unwise to offend a fox spirit. the comment on their arrogance was merely a slip of her tongue and she's relieved it was taken in pleasant humour. it's like the aurora around hui xian touches them in a light unlike any known celestial source — mingyi's not certain if she imagines the almost prismatic glow from their robes, but it's wondrous.

in nature's absence she stills, holding her breath with the forest and straining to listen for something — anything, beyond the mechanical beating of her own heart and whispers rising from the sword, like a snake's hiss, only available in the back of mingyi's mind. the forest's collective pause is unsettling for a multitude of reasons. "are you doing this?" she's disoriented, chancing an uneasy glance around the landscape as the fox stalks onward. "i'm disappointed, then. it's beyond a mortal's measure to eliminate a curse, but i seem to have held the spirits in a regard that's much too high for them. i've heard tales about how powerful they are, how they can manipulate nature on a whim and change the fabric of reality. i can see now that my hope was misplaced — the spirits cannot aid me, if they cannot completely destroy this curse."

it was the maiden's misunderstanding. the sword was not a curse, nor could such a foul artifact even be compared as such: it's a fragment of something more powerful. history soaked in rage, and crimson, and ash. mingyi believes it's a curse, but it's so much more. she crosses her arms, lavender hues meeting obsidian. "if a spirit ever made a deal that hasn't served to benefit them, it's never been spoken of, because i've never heard it. they always want something. don't act modest. if we're going to do this, i want your word that you'll do everything in your power to whittle this curse down, the closest down to nothing you can get—" mingyi's eyes are pleading. "—i'll agree to your terms, once i have your word."

mingyi flinches when hui xian touches her adornments, merely from surprise, then stands still once she realizes what they're doing. it's a thoughtful gesture, she would like to assume, but now her cheeks burn with a touch of embarrassment. the contrast from before and after makes the maiden overly aware to how filthy she looks. "i appreciate that," she mutters and grabs her skirt, turning it over to admire how clean it now looks — like it's been freshly made, never worn in the first place. hui xian's hair catches her eye, silver or pure white depending on how the moonlight came upon it, fresh snowfall upon the earth. it reminds her of home and it's extended, almost eternal, winters. how the sword was concealed in a thick layer of snow before she discovered it and inadvertently cursed herself with a mere touch. the fox's tresses seem smooth and soft, and she has to fight the urge to reach out and fiddle with them. mingyi braves a deep sigh and wanders away from hui xian a little, tilting her head skyward. "the person i'm saving is myself. so yes, i could live with it." she looks at them now, "indulge a mortal's curiosity. what's so appealing about seity?"

[okultists]

PLOT!ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤoctavia ellis is a mortal that pokes her nose into supernatural affairs when her late grandfather leaves a journal detailing the occult in her possession. the objective is to continue these supernatural documentations, and luckily, your muse has agreed to an interview.

OPEN TO!ㅤ ㅤ★ ㅤ ㅤmasc, femme, nonbinary muses who are supernatural in some capacity. maybe it's vampires, werewolves, psychics, goblins, or ghouls! you name it, whatever your brain cooks up, i'll be rockin' with it.

"enlighten me. what's your most captivating aspect?" octavia's study is peaceful, windows cracked open to allow spring's gentle caress to enter the room with the garden's fragrance — fresh botanicals, aromatic herbs, clipped grass. the clock ticks steadily and octavia's wooden swivel chair moves with it's rhythm. a piano's dulcet notes linger in from the hallway and mingles with the steady, inquisitive tap of octavia's fingers. "what's it about you that ignites a mortal's instinct? the one that tells us you're different."