Lover's Oath [6]: So many shades of grey (How could you still not see?)
SUMMARY: “I'd spoil you rotten, put you in the nicest, most expensive clothing and I'd still have more to spend on you for an eternity.” Jin whispered into your lips like a promise. If it weren't for your lust addled mind, you'd believe him. “You like wealth, princess? I have plenty. My coven has a dragon, he'd spoil you rotten, he’d stop at nothing to give you everything you'd ever wanted.”
Or alternatively, your friend’s only solution to you being a broke college student with a family to feed is to attend a private feeding party where the most affluent vampires are in attendance to drink fresh blood in exchange for money and get yourself in trouble with the infamous Kim Coven.
Happy holidays everyone! Held off from posting this yesterday to post it on the 25th. If I rush it, maybe I'll be able to post chapter 12 of Change My Mind too lol. So sorry for the delay, this one has been collecting dust in the vault because I wasn't sure it's enough but today is the day of givingg so here it is.
As usual, thank you all so much for your support and patience for this author. Hydrate yourself while suffering in this world, love you allll
Chapter title is from the song: Villain by Stella Jung
EDIT 12/03/2026: made it more readable, added crumbs of the saintess' life. Took so long because the fuckass government banned tumblr in my country.
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Never have you seen a look so serene yet so haunted.
Maybe it was the gray, hollowed eyes that stared back at you with that almost resigned gaze through her sheer veil but seeing the woman made you feel unsettled, an uncomfortable and nagging itch deep within your soul.
There’s something about her that felt familiar; it's almost the same feeling you got back in the coffee shop in Busan with Taehyung except it's somehow stronger.
Curious and mildly confused was how you found yourself starting your shift that Wednesday.
Taehyung brought Yeontan into the store with a hurried plea for you to take care of the pup before taking off saying his hyungs had summoned him to the manor. Dog sitting has been a regular thing since you began working in Eden, not that you minded it at all, Yeontan is an angel.
That being said, today's pet sitting started with chaos the moment Taehyung stepped out. Yeontan had run towards his owner's office, hiding in every crevice and biting every loose fabric or whatever looked appetizing to him before he managed to accidentally nudge the white cloth covered painting.
An art so devastatingly beautiful with its hurried strokes as if rushing to put down every detail before its artist forgets his muse. The woman had an uncomfortable calmness surrounding her but unlike her frantic creator trying to replicate her, she looked okay with being forgotten by him.
Yeontan yips from beside you, his attention on the painting with his head tilted to the side.
"You know who this is, boy?"
He barks at you before turning his attention back to the portrait.
Unexpectedly, the pomeranian started to whimper. The little pup sat in front of the painting, peering up into its subject's face before curling his small body next to it. Faced with a sudden dilemma of a sad familiar, you panicked and pulled out your phone to research what could cheer him up.
Taehyung came back in a hurry, asking what happened after feeling something shift in his link with Yeontan only to see you sitting in front of the portrait.
Taehyung called her 'Saintess'. He talked little about her but even in those short sentences, you could feel the affection he felt for the woman now lost in time, a memory of the past he tried his hardest to keep alive.
You stared at the eccentric woman before you in suspicion, gaze wandering down to the two layers of necklace, one with three crystals wrapped in gold wires and the other, a corked bottle with needles and herbs sealed with wax.
A witch, your mother used to wear a small bottle like hers before for protection.
But that’s where the similarity ends.
Between your mother and this woman, there’s only one of them who could very well endanger you with a few words. One whisper to someone outside, into the crowd of people eager to brag about any exotic or unique experiences and you're done for.
“Oh don't worry, I'm human! I don't really care about your kind's blood if that's what you're worried about.” The woman paused, pondering over her words. “Maybe I'm curious but I promise to not bite!”
She says, crossing her heart as if it'll comfort you.
It fails of course. Who says that?!
"How did you know?"
“Nothing escapes the eyes of the Fates, darling. It comes with being an avatar.”
When you first stared back into her eyes, brown pairs that spoke of knowledge unspoken, of wisdom yet to be known to the world, you felt a sense of dread from feeling like being seen through flesh and straight to your soul.
It was unnerving, skin crawling. You hated how naked and flayed open you seemed in front of the witch.
“You're…”
“Oh! I'm Sana, you must've heard of me from Kim Coven.” She says with a wide, unnerving smile as she thrusts a hand in front of you.
Should I just kill her?
You don't doubt her being kind despite the uneasiness she makes you feel, but she knows a secret your mother took extra care in hiding from everyone when she stepped into the human world with a baby girl in her arms. The same secret that led to your brother being bullied and harmed.
It'd be quick.
Light is tangible and has the ability to sharpen and kill in the right hands. Your mother has trained you plenty, you know how light herself feels on your hand. It'd be easy to take her down here and leave no trace.
“No hands?” She asks with a wince, waving her hand again for emphasis. “No… handshake? At all?”
It'd be risky though. Hoseok is here, the verdant king himself who's practically magic itself will pick up the scent of yours and trace it back to you.
Shaking your head off the thought, the girl could only chuckle awkwardly and pull her hand back.
“From one of their stylists.” You answer.
Her eyebrows furrowed at that, smile dispersing as she crossed her arms.
“That's weird, I thought it would've been that angel or fox that'd tell you. I must've misinterpreted the cards…”
“Wait, cards?”
Pulling out a black box with a mystical print from her crochet purse, she then takes out the deck of cards inside it. The illustration glistened under the lights, a fantastical art of a blindfolded woman surrounded by swords sitting at the front.
“Humor me by listening to my reading, yeah?”
Then without any explanation or any indication that you agreed with her, she began to shuffle the tarot in her hands and pulled out the first card on top.
“I see the moon in your future, child. Plenty of secrets and mystery. You're being haunted by a past you've yet to know and is hidden from you. Have you ever had a moment where you'd somehow know things?”
You opened your mouth to shut her down only to pause as you remember what happened in the dressing room. A foreign tongue, no doubt a language of old based on Jimin and K’ra’s reactions, easily misspoken by an inexperienced mouth yet glided smoothly off of yours who has never even heard a single word of it.
No matter how much you'd like to excuse your sudden skill gain or how much you'd like to ignore the witch who knew your secret, the weirdness of it all cannot be ignored.
But if her words were to be trusted, what secret is being hidden from you?
“You must be asking yourself, what is being kept from you?” She followed up, shuffling her deck once more before pulling out the card on top and flipping it over.
The card showed an illustration of an elegant woman dressed in white with a sheer veil covering most of her face as she sits on a throne placed between two pillars, white and black. The image felt familiar.
Like that woman in the portrait.
Her regal pose, the purity in her modest white clothing, and the warm aura she radiates in her seat. Everything about her felt… close? Intimately familiar to you?
You see Sana speak at the edge of your vision but you couldn't hear a single word she's saying.
Oddly fixated on the word below the illustration.
‘The High Priestess.’
“High Priestess?” You read out loud and she stops from the rant you completely drowned out.
If the woman realized how you zoned out throughout her explanation, she didn't say anything and just nodded.
“This is a card that goes ‘trust your instincts, listen to your inner voice’,” she stares at you, expectantly before continuing. “Do you get what I'm trying to say?”
Your eyebrow knits, eyes bouncing from her and back to the card as you try to process what her words could mean.
“No, sorry. I-I’m a bit—my mind's a little scrambled.” You replied with a sheepish smile.
“Do you need help seeing it?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“See… what?”
Then the woman blanked, eyes clouding over as she stared into the far distance, like a robot receiving orders before she straightened up and pulled out a spray from her pouch.
What happened next was a blur; not because it was fast but the scent of the spray, the magic strung in every droplet as she pointed it at you has stunned you, shocked you with an onslaught of memories far too old, far too different to be called yours.
You saw white veils and a vast garden with a kaleidoscope of colors and variations—both fruits and flowers. It smelled like a cacophony of scents from the blooming flowers, of lilies and roses, of jasmines and peonies, and of a peculiar bloom of royal blue.
Petals with a crystallized texture, curled softly at the ends with colors fading from purple to blue then white at the center, a rare flower that reflects its owner in its sheen—someone who's staring back with grayed out eyes behind a sheer veil.
You reel back from the flood of memories with desperate gasps, heart thundering in your chest and echoing like war drums in your ears. Breath shaky as the weight of the revelation presses onto you. Mind rambling and stumbling over one thought to another.
What was that? Who was the woman you saw in the flashback?
You didn't want to think about how you knew the answer to that. Even with the difference in your eyes, you could see the stark similarity.
She looked just like you.
Another flash of searing pain and you're pulled back into the tsunami, but it wasn't as pleasant as the garden and the forest retreat. No, it was a series of memories, short and brief, of dragged out agony, of burning sensations and the feeling of being picked apart as one painful nip from indiscriminate beak gets a taste of your despair.
You hear the crows caw and it reverberates in the hollow and gigantic cave. The sound seeps into your bones and you shivered violently as fear elevates into something that preceded human words.
If you screamed you couldn't hear it through the clog in your ears that seems to only listen to the cawing.
Bile burned when it rose and left your lips, barely caught by the toilet as you stumbled to the empty stall and spilled your guts, the foul stench of blood and rot fresh on your nose as if it was just an experience of yesterday.
As if it was a memory of your own.
Hands gathered your hair from behind before one of them began rubbing your back.
But the touch felt like sandpaper, scratching and rubbing you wary and thin from the outside. The distrust in your chest and the chaos in your mind unwind violently like a rubber stretched tout. You gasped and sobbed, heart aching and head pounding as the film roll of another life violently pulled you back in and forced you to remember it all.
But like all pain, it ends with serenity.
You feel like you're floating, head lolling weightlessly as you remember the wide and innocent eyes of a familiar angel staring up at you in a garden full of blue flowers. In the sudden stillness, you remember the warmth of a fox on your lap and the rumble of its little body under your hand. Someone's rich and shy laugh as he shyly reaches up to scratch his reddened ears. You recall a handsome elf prince who stared at you in both wonder and bewilderment.
Feeling wrung out, you weakly let yourself fall and lean on the wall of the stall, vision swirling and blurred.
You remembered the warmth of your gods’ adoration flushing your chest and spreading down to the tips of your folded fingers as you bowed your head in reverence to them.
Most of all, you could remember the scent of musk and wood on a sheepish wolf as he leaves another tribute on your doorsteps, a freshly killed deer. You recall this memory strongly because you could smell this same exact scent linger somewhere around you.
There's someone looming over you carrying a new palette: Black overall and silver on the lumps on the side of their heads while Sana is nowhere in sight. They reach out with a hand on your shoulder and all of a sudden, everything clears and an unfamiliar, yet so familiar face comes into view.
If there's a word to describe the guy, it would be soft.
Even with his big nose, it slopped down so gently, and his eyes—doe-like and full of wonder and innocence, as if he held all the hope of this wretched world all in his gaze that traced over your features with worry.
He vaguely looked like the guy who stepped in for you and your family back in Busan, the tattooed samaritan with the affinity for oversized clothes in a black mask and baseball cap.
"Hey… Okay…?"
If Jimin has any thought he could freely express in this very moment, it would all be siren and flashing red lights as his body threatens to freeze up in fear standing in front of his Hobi hyung. His eyes wandered to the other crowd, warily looking at the tall and imposing figure of the dragon by the stage chatting up with a couple of witches. He tried his greatest not to let his gaze stray towards the mezzanine in front of the elf king.
Realizing they haven't reacted at all, Jimin laughed and it landed a little more forcefully than he thought it would. He suppressed a wince.
“Where did you get that, hyung? You know how hard it is to contact Jungkook when he goes AWOL like this.”
“The wind never fails me, she may not come to me often but I trust her words more now than I do both of yours.” Hoseok says with a dangerous glint in his eyes as it flits to him and Taehyung.
If Jimin could, he would’ve taken those comically exaggerated gulps in old cartoons but his hyung’s eye is far too sharp, far too suspicious to let such a detail pass when holding such a precarious conversation.
There was no doubting the weight of his threat, Jimin himself has been a witness to the indiscriminate blood fest of both light and dark entities multiple times throughout the centuries he’s been with the guy. He's familiar with that blank look on his eyes as he takes one life to another like he's a simple farmer harvesting his crops.
A tamed predator, no matter how much you trained it to be kind, will always be a predator.
“What even made you listen to it? You rarely listened to its murmuring.” He asks.
“That saleslady in Busan and the woman a few blocks from Eden after our new employee got affected by an aphrodisiac." He paused, his gaze sharpening to find a weak spot to probe. "Nobody would notice but we all know how he kills his victims when he's so angry.”
Jimin has never wanted to wring that chimera's neck as badly as he wanted now.
He tries not to linger on the fact that his hyung mentioned the aphrodisiac incident in Eden. Someone as smart as him surely would've realized Jungkook's reaction is unnatural. That man would never move unless it was imperative to the world's safety or for the saintess.
Even then, he hoped with everything in his heart that Hoseok doesn't point it out.
"That could be a coincidence." He says with a shrug.
"Lie not to my face, fox."
He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “You wounded me, hyung. I thought we moved past that stereotyping?”
“You may lie to me, but can Taehyung?” He then turned his head towards the angel whose eyes grew cold and steely when their gaze met. “You may have fallen but the oath still stands, no? Will you dare lie to me and face the consequences, angel?”
Taehyung didn't reply, staring hard at his hyung with his lips pursed.
Just like that, he resigned himself to his fate as Hoseok approached the angel with a challenging glint in his eyes.
It was low for the elf to take advantage of Taehyung's weakness because even as a fallen angel, he's still subjected to the oath he has taken at rebirth. It was dirty exploiting something Taehyung couldn't help but follow.
The air above shifts and Jimin dared to glance up to see the glamoured figure leaning on the railings missing, and raised an eyebrow.
Where did he go?
“Taehyung?”
Taehyung could only stare at the elf for a long while, before he takes a deep, stabilizing breath. “You know I can't, hyung...”
Hoseok smiles wickedly, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it.
“I know. That's why I want to ask why must you hide Jungkook away from us.”
“What a cheap move.” Jimin scoffed, frowning as he crossed his arms.
Hoseok laughs, startled. “Cheap? How so?”
“You're taking advantage of his weakness, that's not nice of you, Elf King.”
“And you’re being true to your kind, fox. Now,” Hoseok turns his attention back to Taehyung. “Tell me, why are you hiding him from us?”
Truthfully, there's nothing to stop them from telling the others about Jungkook. It was more about who the three of them are concealing from the rest. It had been an unspoken pact between the three the moment he and Taehyung found Jungkook just a day before the angel had stumbled upon you.
It has taken your soul hundreds of years to heal, many nights have been sacrificed to search for yours. He doesn't even want to think about the bloodshed and the close calls with the Heavens themselves. They’re not about to risk alerting the Heavens or the Fates of your revival, not when that man still sits at the throne.
It's not the right time yet.
"We're… Jungkook says he's got something to finish and he's not ready to show himself yet." Taehyung slowly churned out, eyes unwavering as he stared back at the elf. "Does that answer satisfy you?"
Hoseok coolly shrugs.
"I don't know, you tell me."
Then came a breeze, a sudden jolt of foreboding static in the air and Jimin's snapping his head towards the direction of the bathrooms. It was a familiar magic from long ago, a violent unraveling of rubber bands stretched too thin yet manages to cause such a small ripple that no one but those who fought against it recognized.
Celestial magic.
And him detecting the shift meant his hyung also did.
All Jimin could feel was dread. Not only was Hoseok there to respond but Namjoon as well.
In a place like this where you and Sana breathe in the same air, where Jungkook has gone off from his spot to presumably your aid, what else could have released such power here if not for the blessing of ignorance being broken?
Gods damn that witch.
"I'll go first," Namjoon's firm voice spoke from behind him and he swerved around to see him loosen up his tie, the cloaking magic fizzling around them. "Taehyung, Jimin, you’re to make sure nobody suspicious leaves the area—"
"If I may," Hoseok steps in, motioning to him and the angel. "Joon, these two are compromised. They are hiding something from us, what's stopping them from letting—"
He raises a finger and the elf king immediately shuts up. No one would dare stand against the dragon lord himself in a situation like this.
"No time, let's move."
With how long he had lived, gaining regrets is inevitable. From naively taking that bastard's hand and to letting go of hers as demons dressed in white clothing and resting in porcelain white nirvanas took her away.
Regret to him comes in many forms, it takes the forms of a person, a decision and a consequence; and with him standing in the freezing cold of Seoul, it almost made him want to punch himself for bolting out of their Maldives home the moment he felt it.
The shrill ping! of a bell from another part of the world.
It came to him as a shiver then a flush of cold relief; a loud, resonating alert that had him shooting up to his feet and running barefoot into the beach before flying in the night.
The master of his soul, his mate, has been released off of her confines and reborn. How else does he react to such a blessing?
One would think that a mismatched vessel of a hundred genetic codes of both monster and animal would have given him resistance to the cold but for some reason, standing alone in the unforgiving snowy oasis had rendered every creature within him useless.
Maybe it was a malfunction of his own body which held many conflicting natures or maybe it was the first time he has ever felt so lonely and cold, but this particular winter felt dreary and depressing.
Staring at the library where the scent is at its strongest, he took a deep, grounding breath and began jogging up the stairs.
But before he could even reach the top, the stained glass doors part opened and out came you.
Your laugh filled his chest with the warmth of a phoenix’s final burn, a shooting hellfire exploding in his chest and spreading down to the tips of his fingers as the world stopped to see your smile.
Suddenly, everything is clearer than it was a second before.
Hearing such a familiar sound felt like a bell reawakening him from a deep hypnosis he’s been under, as if surfacing for the first time after being submerged in water for a millenia. Centuries between two lives yet you’re still as breathtaking as you were the day he first officially met you—without the bloodlust, without the creepy watching from the forest.
Was it selfish of him to want you to recognize him even if just a little?
Unconsciously, he reached down to fix his jacket and repositioned his beanie on the top of his head, gingerly brushing his fringe to the side. He may have piercings and tattoos on his skin but he’s still the same pup you cherished before, surely you'd remember him even just a little, right?
You stepped down closer and he panicked.
Should he greet you? If so, what would he say? Is it appropriate to say ‘I miss you’ to someone who's never met you yet or is that too far?
Gods, maybe he shouldn't.
A fully covered stranger in tattoos and piercings greeting you at 9pm would be considered weird right?
But he wants to talk to you, to feel your eyes on him for even just a second. To be acknowledged by you would be enough—
Then you passed him by without a glance, attention far too absorbed in your friend's animated retelling of a story and Jungkook didn't know what to do with himself for a long while.
It hurted but it was enough to see you happier in this lifetime, far from the chains of your predecessor’s double-edged glory and away from their influence.
Somehow, realizing the stark difference between the you who had them and the one who hasn’t met them yet had his chest constricting tight and his tongue tasting a little bitter.
Watching you bound away with a carefree bounce in your steps…
Did they truly cause the tragedy of the saintess as the gods have told them?
Staring at the ID lace around your neck, he immediately recognized the university name. They’ve got some pull in that campus, he could enroll again then he’d be close to you without ever compromising you again. Pulling out his phone, he began typing away a message.
If he was as selfless as you were, he’d walk away to never return or never to reappear but he’s not like the saintess, he never will. Sending the request to the principal of your university, he hoped in his heart that your unending generosity extends to this life, he wished that you'd have it in your heart to forgive him for wanting to stay close.
A wolf without its mate is as lost as a pup abandoned in the middle of nowhere by its owner.
But this way, he’d be able to protect you from the heavens if need be. There is almost no one in the world who could ever touch him nor you, not your enemies and not even his very own hyungs.
By the time Jungkook mustered the courage to break into the women's bathroom, he was already too late as your cries echoed and shattered every mirror.
Gathering your weakened figure in one arm, he uses the other to tear through the fabric of reality with his outgrown, black-tipped fingers and quickly takes a step inside the rift, but not before turning back to Sana with a glower.
If his coven members weren't alerted at all, he'd punish the witch for meddling in things she does not understand.
"I will come back for you, witch. You shouldn't have stuck your nose where it doesn't belong."
Even then, the human was unbothered, still wide and starry-eyed as she was before as she stared back at him, unphased and void of any guilt.
"I've only followed what the Fates had asked of me."
It had been that damned Fate who had aided you to your first downfall, why is that rotten bitch trying to ruin you again?
Hearing the gods’ epithet brought back memories of blood and the broken pleas of a woman desperate for death echoing in a cave, and his skin prickled with molten, hot anger. But he had priorities, your safety comes first before everything.
How did those Fates bastards even find out?
"I'm coming back for both you and your patroness then."
Stepping into the portal he tore open, he willed the entrance close and strode in quick, wide steps into the manor, one that society had thought was long gone, left in debris and destruction after he went berserk. It was a place hidden from the sight of unwanted visitors but he knew the fox and angel would find him here eventually.
Setting you down on the lounge chair, he immediately sets for the observatory.
He may not know much about potions and magic but he has the elf and the Sanguine Regius. Centuries of him raiding their reserves and taking peeks at the elf king's research, not including the remnants of his family's library, he had built quite a collection in his home.
Pulling out every book about memories and the magical brain, he laid them haphazardly on the floor before rushing towards the glass cabinets for the potions and the crates of ingredients.
That's how the others found him, sitting in the middle of a hazardous chaos of bottles and shaky stacks of leather bound books.
"What the fuck happened?" Jimin inquires with Taehyung following behind him.
"Fucking Fates started meddling with our lives again, they told Sana to unlock her memories."
Immediately, their power exploded out of them like a dam breaking and Jimin let out a frustrated yell as he threw his head back.
"I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch the moment I see her, why can't she keep those fingers to herself?!" Jimin exclaimed.
“How did they find out?” Taehyung asks seriously, eyes jumping from the fox and back to him. “I laid plenty of enchantments on top of her necklace, how did they see through them all?” He demanded.
For once, Jungkook wished one of them knew why.
“I-I don't even know!” Was all he could say before diving back into his research.
The two men shouted expletives and threw around ideas of murdering an ancient god but all Jungkook could think about was how they dragged you back into this hell due to their own selfishness. He thinks back to those unapologetic cackles and smiles in the library only to be hit with a wave of what-ifs and regrets.
Had he never tried to interfere with your life, would you have been safer?
Was the gods right after all?
But then he hears it: the uptick in your heartbeat, the increasing breathing and the pure panic radiating off of you. He heard it all before your screams came and everyone rushed out to the living room to see you curled up on the couch with hands pulling on your hair.
At the sound of their footsteps, you snapped your heads up to meet theirs at the top of the staircase.
Then all of a sudden, that panic grew bitterly into anger.
"You!" You screamed, fingers pointing at Taehyung. "How dare you play with me! Did you think that just because your crush from back then died, you could just manipulate me and make me fall for you?!"
Jungkook's brain pauses into a halt. Fall? You fell in love with him?
The angel who swore he only followed the Saintess out of gratefulness and devotion of a follower managed to make you fall in love?
He and the fox turned to the angel in question but Taehyung ignored them, bewildered by your words before sobering up and raised his hands as he slowly approached you, who stood by the couch, wild and crazed, like an animal he's trying to not spook.
"I have never planned on hurting you like that. I never had a crush on the saintess back then, I was devoted but believe me, I never—"
"Don't lie to me!" You shouted out with all the might of your anger but it sounded like begging instead. "I-I don't know what memory I should trust anymore, wh-who am I really? Did you guys talk to me because I reincarnated as your… saintess?"
Jungkook couldn't reply because he knew everything that would leave his lips would be a lie.
One quick look around the room was enough of an answer and you fall to your feet, the revelation far too hurtful and you cry harder.
Tears spilled from your eyes, your sobs echoed torturously in his home and Jungkook refrained from rushing down the stairs to comfort you before remembering that he's a stranger to the current you, who's now on a brink of a meltdown, torn between having memories of two lives existing in one body.
Instead, he watched Taehyung approach you carefully.
"Taehyung?" You asked the angel but the man said nothing and looked away. "Did you even see the current me now instead of the saintess?"
At that, the angel hangs his head down in shame.
"I-I apologize, I can't lie to you."
Never have Jungkook wanted to let himself hang off of the eiffel tower with his guts impaled on its pointed top until now.
The humiliation from having the world see his immortal being bathing in the gore of his own making would be less painful than seeing such a wrecked expression on your face, like reality had shattered into pieces around you and the carpet was pulled abruptly from below your feet. Never has he seen your face this broken, not even when you didn't get that role you worked so hard for, not even when your predecessor had seen them all in that god forsaken cave.
No, if anything, the you of before was so relieved to see them.
"I shouldn't have remembered all this!" You pause, horror dawning on your face. "I-I'm gonna get killed again, am I?"
Jungkook shakes his head frantically. "No no no! We promise you, no one can ever get to you anymore. We-we knew better now, stronger than most of the Gods up there so—"
"I-I don't want to feel that pain anymore! Yo-you can't—It's unfair! Wh-why can't I just live a normal life…!"
Taehyung slowly opens his arms, face agonized.
"I-I know… we're sorry."
"Ho-how dare you all! I can't—I can’t…!"
But all your words slurred down to a halt the moment Taehyung placed a hand on your head and you collapsed into Taehyung's arms like a puppet cut off its strings. He rushed down the stairs in a frenzy, panicked with Jimin behind him.
His heart beats in his ears as he takes your unconscious body from the angel and checks for your pulse with a hand on your wrist while his ears listen for the telltale beats of your heart.
He could hear life thrum under flesh and blood yet all Jungkook could feel was dread—memories of a different instance of where he held an unconscious body in his arms overlapping each other as he blankly watched Jimin tackle the angel, hands fisting his collar with a face darkened with an anger reserved for subjugations.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"
Taehyung stared, gaze distant, already retreating into his own mind but his attempts to blank out of the issue at hand failed and he crumpled.
“It was the right thing,” The angel cried. “The less she remembers, the less she gets hurt!”
In the chaos left by whatever magic the angel has performed, Jungkook began to wonder about your safety in the hands of his hyungs.
Don't mind me, I'll just be rambling about my fnaf AU down below.
Okay so, back in january 2024 @blue-sunflower-bee and I have been talking about headcanons for Abby and Ness. Specifically about them recreating the fnaf musical. When i made some silly little doodles for their headcanons, I actually got very inspired to make my own AU based off these headcanons.
And so I created my very own
FNaF the Musical x FNaF Movie AU
Sadly I never posted anything about this AU since I got too embarrassed to even talk about it. I've stopped working on it before I even started. Now that the second movie will come out soon, I wanted to revive this AU and actually do stuff with it! :)
Here is what I have gathered so far:
• The story of this AU takes place after the first movie, while Vanessa is still in a coma
• After the events at Freddy's, Mike and Abby often go out for dinner at Sparky's. This is where they meet their lovely waiter, Ness
• Neither Mike nor Ness were interested in befriending each other at first. But as time went on, and Mike and Abby became regulars, they did develop some kind of friendship
• When Mike would have to go to work, he would ask Ness to babysit Abby. Ness would always agree since he gets along well with Abby. (Also Mike always promising Ness that he will pay him back soon, but Ness really doesn't mind spending his evenings taking care of Abby)
• Ness used to be a huge Freddy's fan. He owns a lot of Freddy's merch, from keychains and posters to masks and plushies. Not just that, but he also made LOTS of theories about the murders at Freddy's
• Mike and Abby would still visit Vanessa a lot, hoping she will wake up soon. Mike would eventually tell Ness about Vanessa and about the fact that he used to work at Freddy's for a week. He may have also accidentally mentioned to Ness that the owner of Freddy's is the murderer and the guy kidnapped and murdered his brother
• Ness doesn't fully believe Mike on that last part, so instead of just dropping it and continue living his life, Ness went back to all his theories on the murder cases, trying to connect the dots
This is all I will give y'all for now. I do have a lot more for this au, but i want to make sure everything i have so far will actually fit with the lore. :)
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Quick Summary of what the story is about: Mike and Abby go to Sparky's, befriend Ness after some time and soon after Mike would tell Ness about what happened to him, Abby and Vanessa at Freddy's. Ness, who is obsessing with Freddy's and it's history of murders cases, breaks into freddy's every night, steals some stuff, and looks for evidince to back up his theories. While all that he thinks he can hear voices of the people that have died in that pizzeria and so he slowly goes insane.
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As much as I love securitywaiter/dreamtheory, this ship will not be canon in this AU 😞 Am I still going to make ship art of them even tho i just said they're not canon? Absolutely.
Maybe if i learn how to write, i might make a comic about this AU
Narinder showing off his first god kill to Shamura (+New chapter of fic+headcanon thing)
A far Younger Narinder's first kill as Shamura's new god assassin. he was verrrrry proud for taking out Ala with the scythe Leshy gifted him.
(also if I should put a gore warning for the severed head, please tell me and I'll throw it on. I wasn't too sure since it wasn't really a human head. or had anything dangling from it.)
(Also heres the chapter link for Thawing Heards and Frozen Memories. this IS the chapter art for it, but this also fits into the rest of my headcanons for Narinder sooooo)
But ye, Narinder back during the War him and his siblings waged on the other gods acted as both the field medic and assassin, even using his healer attire to sneak into the territory of his targets. the system Him and Shamura thought up was pretty simple- He'd use the crown to store away his scythe and cloak, the crown shifting to it's snake form and hiding within his robes, while his veil would help hide the closed third eye. (He'd also obvs tuck in the second tail in his robes too)
then he'd just. waltz in, break into the innermost temple of his target, decapitate them, steal their crown (and more often than not take their head with him) and then just waltz out. no one would suspect anything because healers generally weren't armed and were usually considered off-limits. their enemies did eventually piece it together and start checking every healer that entered their territory, but by then Narinder had taken out most of the hard-hitting old gods and the war was pretty much over.
Design wise, I based Ala off of Narwa from Monster hunter Rise, since for some reason thats just what my brain defaulted to. I figured the regular tooth relic was one of their main fangs, while the Blessed version of the relic is from their inner jaw.
To go along with this pic tho I did make a side-by-side comparison to the pre-chains Narinder and the post-chains one, mostly for shits n giggles.
Funnily Enough he looks like a tired old man now, but he's physically like, mid-twenties. To be fair, I also feel like a tired old man, and I'm only just turning 26 this year lmao...
Hey, I'm building a Twine game for the first time and already have Two chapters done but am not quite sure how to find my audience! Do you think you might be able to help me or give me some advice? I'd greatly appreciate it 😀
Ooh! Congrats on getting started on your game!!
I have to say first of all that I've had most experience growing an audience through choicescript and the associated forums, but since then I've also branched out to explore other coding languages like ren'py and from there, gathered a bit more knowledge of itch.io. So this advice is from that angle, though if anyone else has more suggestions and more experience with twine and itch.io or other forums, do chime in!
Itch.io
I think first of all, if you haven't already, putting your game on itch.io is an essential first step! From there, you can start being discovered by people, and can also start following others/building up a network of other creators you like. Be sure to tag your game with the tags that'll help show your game to relevant players, e.g. romance, amare, otome, fantasy etc.
Next, there are often game jams and events on itch.io itself that you can enter, often the requirements are that you add a new chapter or have a new update during the jam period, and your game will be added to a collection of games that players can check out. Often this might be under a theme (so you'll have to check if your game fits the theme).
Other non itch.io tips
I think first of all, playing lots of other games and organically cross-promoting and talking to other creators is probably the main thing I'd advise!
Another thing I'd add is that there are websites/databases for interactive fiction, like ifdb and vndb that you should definitely list your game on. We also try to help reblog and share chapter updates and intro posts at @interact-if, but there also other similar blogs @amaregames or @interactive-fiction-recs-for-you etc that you could reach out to!
An additional step that you could try especially if your game has slightly more visual elements would be to reach out to content creators and/or streamers to see if they'd like to check out your game on stream, or include your game in compilations or rec lists. I've had a lot more success here for my visual novel, merry crisis, as fully text based games still seem like they're too niche/maybe less exciting to stream.
Finally, I don't have too much experience or success at this, but I'm sure you could try your hand at social media -- besides Tumblr, which is an excellent place to slowly build a community around your IF, there's also Instagram, Reddit (there are threads like r/interactivefiction) or even tik tok. Regular progress updates, little snippets of your game, or even teaser art/bonus scenes are some ideas for content!
Hope this helps. All the best with your journey -- and don't worry if it takes a while to grow an audience, it takes time and I've noticed that it honestly works to just keep plugging away and eventually, the longer your game gets the more people might just think, "well, maybe I'll give this a try!" :)
This blog contains untagged nsft. I'm not gonna regulate who gets to look at my posts and who doesn't, but be warned.
Essentials
Hi there! Welcome to my humble blog. Please, Cheacegirl was my father, you can call me Cheace. I am a trans girl, use she/her pronouns (exclusively) and I'm also a lesbian, as my nine wonderful girlfriends can attest. I am not comfortable telling you my exact age, but I am an adult. Oh, and you can now also find me at @cheacegames if you like puzzles, or at @helpful-unit-converter for all of your unit conversion needs!
Interests
I like a lot of media but I'm not really in any fandom neccessarily. Expect seeing Portal, Celeste, Gravity Falls, UT/DR etc. every once in a while. Other than that I like math and computers, musicals and boardgames, love reblogging my friends' art (especially if it's of meeeee) and more!
Posting habits
I do not tag anything properly ever, with the notable exception of my children (OC's) and other art at #cheaces children. Check it out please I love my children so much give them some food and water while you're down there.
Like I said, I post and reblog a lot of untagged nsft. I will not tag kinks individually. I'm also not going to list all my kinks here, because they are an ever changing and growing list and quite frankly if you wanna find out just do so by scrolling, I'm sure it won't take long to find some. I do not think this blog is a place for children, but I am also not going to play cop on the dozen followers I get every week.
Also, you're gonna see a lot of me talking to my mutuals in the tags of posts. Feel free to join in! Don't make it weird though!
I wanna be your friend!
I love friends! Send me an ask or dm me! Really, I love making friends on the internet, and if you do too, I already love you. If we've known each other for a while now I am also more than willing to exchange Discords.
FAQ
Is cheace your real name? Where are you from? How long have you been trans? Have you undergone hrt? What's your ssn?
What are you, a cop? Anyone who knows me for longer than a week will find out eventually about all these things. Chill out.
What's your pfp/banner of?
Lmao this idiot doesn't even know their regular polyhedra lmao. Lol. Lmao. (It's called a Mucube and it's really cool I like math I like shapes)
Do you have any pictures of say, your tummy on here?
No, sorry, none at the moment. :( I believe in your ability to get by though.
Do you write erotica?
Gee, what a specific question. Dm me if you're a friend and I'll show you the way to my other beautiful blog.
Wait, how many blogs do you even have?
Five! @cheacegirl for reblogging and original posts, @cheacegames for puzzles and games, @helpful-unit-converter for dumb physics jokes, some other secret account for original hornyposting and a fifth which is a non-English gimmick blog.
Are these questions real or am I just a strawman?
No, you're real, honey! Now put on this hat and get in my corn field.
I think I might be a girl, but I don't know where to start...
Note: Most of the drawings in the second image sadly are no longer canon to the au, but i did draw a few new ones you'll probably be seeing a few paragraphs down :D
Long post incoming, do be warned 💀
So, the basic idea of this au is..fairly simple, actually-- as much as i struggled thinking of a good, solid concept for it :'D
As the name suggests, the biggest change is that Alan and Grace are swapped, but, well- not quite..
You see! Their personalities remain more or less the same, but the stickfigures they made are swapped- go simple enough visual representation!
Basically, the idea is: "What if Alan made Mitsi and Grace made the Hollowheads?"
To explain this further: Alan would have treated Mitsi primarily the way he treated Victim and Chosen.
Grace, on the other hand, would have treated the hollowheads far better than Alan did in canon, leading to an entirely different outcome for their character arcs! (Although i'm thinking of having Victim and Grace have a rocky start for,, reasons, but i'll expand on that in a different post, probably)
Anyway, as a result, Mitsi would probably look something like this at the time of her escape:
Alt/ slightly rendered ver.
Also, i'd send in an image of the hollowheads too but uh...they don't really have designs or any art yet lol...rip :')
I was planning on explaining far more thoroughly, but i got a little sidetracked and didn't have time to expand this too much.
To at least somewhat make up for my messy ass brain, here are some ideas i'm planning (key word) to solidify into the canon aswell!
-After Mitsi escapes the PC, Alan doesn't draw/animate another stickman for years after. Then i'm thinking he either draws Purple or the guy just kind of,, shows up on his PC one day and after a tentative truce makes the minecraft village there instead of on the Mac (which could potentially lead to the cg meeting Alan aswell?)
-Victim leaves the PC before or recently after Chosen is created, accidentally ending up in the village from his canon backstory and becoming a farmer there.
-Chosen is mute, and i'm thinking he later becomes a sign language interpreter :D (i'm thinking they'll all get regular or semi regular professions since they'd actually get to grow up properly and have childhood and stuff,,, and absolutely no one has any cursor induced trauma whatsoever! Victim? Haha, who's Victim?)
-I was originally thinking of making Dark a Gordon Ramsey style chef, but i feel like i should make him a programmer/hacker of some kind instead LOL
-Orange helps Grace out with her animations in this au aswell! He also has a lot of independent projects of his own :]
-Orange and the cg still eventually end up being the only permanent residents on Grace's pc, with Dark and Chosen visiting fairly often while Victim visits more scarcely. For some reason, he seems a little bit anxious around Grace.. (also yes they're all probably gonna have different names, excluding the animators)
-I'm thinking of calling Mitsi either Mayday or Malice!
-I'm thinking Mitsi crashes/escapes to the village where Victim is. Victim befriends Mitsi pretty fast. They let her stay at their farm and Mitsi helps out pn the farm in return.
-Agent and the mercs will probably be in this au aswell!! I'm just not sure when and how to include them yet.
Shop Starter Set (Banner, Icon, Bump, Divider): $20
Simple Set (Banner, Icon, Bump): $15
Banner & Bump: $13
Interested? Below is more information about me, what I will and won't do, and my terms of service!
Introduction
Howdy, the name's Oopsie! I'm a self taught artist from a low-income household who's been drawing pretty much my whole life, though I only started taking it seriously and really trying to improve when I was about eleven. I started off drawing dragons, wolves, Pokémon and other creatures, then I eventually learned to draw people too. I started playing Flight Rising in 2018, I love the community, the dragon designs, and writing lore and it's been one of my favorite pastimes for a long while. Being able to fund my projects and things in the real world through my art would be wonderful for me.
I'm a queer artist, strictly anti-AI, and I put my best into every piece. If you have any questions feel free to send me a PM or ping me in this thread, but you can also reach me on my other socials (I'm the most active here, on tumblr, and on discord).
Flight Rising: Oopsie4711
Toyhouse: Oopsie4711
Instagram: oopsie4711
Art Fight: Oopsie4711
Ko-fi: oopsie0503
Discord: Comment on this post to request!
Wills & Wonts
I WILL draw dragons (flight rising or otherwise), gijinkas, human(oid)s, anthros and furries. I will also do custom designs for these things. I can do banners, buttons, headers, dividers, pixel art, minimally animated gifs, simple drawings, scenes, and reference sheets. I'll also draw apparel and skins, and I'll design custom skins/accents.
I WONT draw complicated robots, mechs, or armor simply because I'm not confident in my abilities in this area and I want to deliver quality artwork to my commissioners. If you're not sure a robotic design is too complicated, feel free to shoot me a PM.
If your type of character isn't listed or you're just not sure, ask away!
FAQ
How long will my commission take?
Commissions will be completed in the order I receive them, and they can take anywhere from one week to one month. If you haven't received a message letting you know I'm starting on your commission or an initial sketch and you're first in the queue, please reach out. If it's been a month since I confirmed I would be starting your commission, please reach out.
What payment method do you use?
I use PayPal, and Ko-Fi works too.
Do I pay upfront or after the commission is completed?
Half of the payment will be required upfront, and the rest when the artwork is finished. You can choose to pay in full upfront if you'd like.
Why do you take half before you start and the rest when you finish?
This method protects both myself and my commissioner. If the commissioner does not respond after the commission is completed, I can assure that I have been somewhat compensated for my time. The commissioner can also be reassured that I will not get all of the payment until the work is completed.
How would you like to be credited?
A link to this post or my blog.
I don't want you to post my commission anywhere. Is that okay?
Yep, just let me know when you're telling me what you'd like. I'm also incredibly forgetful, so it's not a bad idea to remind me when I've finished.
How many commissions will you take at once?
Four for now, but I may take more or less dependent on size and my stress level.
Your examples are shaded in different styles! How will you know what style I want?
If a specific example piece catches your eye, let me know while you're ordering your commission and I'll shade in that specific style. I'll also probably ask when you add shading to your order.
What do you mean by 'outfit layers?'
For references, I can design the body and clothes on different layers. This is customizable- the more clothing layers you have, the more customization options you'll have for that character's reference sheet. Commissions with many layers will also receive the .kra file, so they can hide and show layers as they see fit.
What's the difference between an Outfit & Clothing Layer?
An outfit layer is multiple articles of clothing on a separate layer from the base, but the clothing pieces that it consists of can't be mixed and matched. Clothing layers are accessories or clothes all on their own layers, so you can mix and match those.
Terms of Service
By commissioning me, you agree to the following:
Do not erase my signature or watermark, and do not claim my work as your own.
Do not trace my work.
Absolutely do NOT feed my work into ANY Generative AI program.
When using art or assets made by me in dragon bios or forum signatures, please credit me. You may also use the art as profile pictures off site, but credit is still requested.
I will not start a commission without at least half of the payment.
You will receive a watermarked version of the art until the final half of the transaction is complete. Once you've paid in full you will receive an unwatermarked image along with an imgur or filegarden link, including all versions of the artwork.
You will receive updates during the drawing process and most heavily during the sketching process. You may ask that I change, remove, or add things at any time to a reasonable degree.
Refunds must be requested before the final sketch is approved and the line art process begins. If you decide to terminate the commission after the lining process has begun you will not be refunded, but you will be given the finished sketch and whatever line art is present. If you paid upfront in full, you will receive a half refund.
The final piece will be posted on my Tumblr and this thread unless requested otherwise.
Banners, buttons, and dividers will be watermarked if I post them.
Commissioned buttons, banners, and dividers can only be used by the commissioner UNLESS they request to have the asset available for free use.
The commissioner may use the buttons, banners, and dividers wherever and however they'd like (ie. in dragon bios, forum sigs, tumblr posts, etc).
