#iamanown

[jkbaws]

You've been approached by the faerie: Every time you try to speak to someone in a language they understand, you speak to them in a completely different language. This also goes for your singing. Oh dear! Perhaps singing your part in Russian instead of Korean will entice the crowd more. This curse will last for your next 3 performances. "You're welcome!" He leaves.

the creature exited out to nowhere before jennie could even protest and she pondered this curse for the rest of the night. there was no way she could perform in another language; especially not in the events that they’re scheduled in with big crowds coming to see them. her whole body would tremble before each performance just with korean alone. there was simply no way she would allow herself to be embarrassed on such a scale while dragging along her members.

she stopped to think twice, questioned whether it was real in the first place. fairies are mere folk beliefs, aren’t they? it was when she visited the next room occupied by the group’s mat-unnie that she realized it was no joke. and of all languages, it had to be swahili, dissolving jisoo into a puddle of laughter. unable to make any sensible conversation with the other, she started singing out of nowhere to the tune of playing with fire. this counts as a performance, right? without any way to explain herself, she only waved her unnie goodbye and hurried out of the room. 

then as the door shut behind her, she scrolled through her phone’s favorites and immediately pressed on hanbin’s name. as soon as he picked up, she broke out into a song. this time in french and to the tune of 10cm’s jukgetne. she did so passionately, from beginning to end as though the meaning of the song wasn’t lost in translation. the words might not fit right in, but she hoped at least her conviction expressed what she could have in their mother tongue. after her singing, he tried to talk. first acknowledging her sweet rendition and her skill in french. if only he knew. no responses came back his way, only deep sighs, which made him ask why she was ignoring him. she was torn between feeling bad and finding his dramatic plea adorable. but again, the call ended with no explanations as it just wasn’t possible yet.

like a woman on a mission, she rushed into chaeyoung’s room which had both the owner of the space and lisa inside as well. how convenient, she thought. jennie then spoke in russian to both. luckily for her, chaeyoung tried to keep herself composed no matter the struggle to keep the laughter from bursting out and through rough sign and body language, she was able to understand that jennie needed her to play the guitar and sing along with her. jennie gestured for lisa to pick up the camera to record. somehow in the midst of all the haste and panic, they were able to grasp what she was trying to say despite the words coming out different from what they normally spoke in.

she hummed to the tune of this love by maroon 5, and chaeyoung picked up easily as it was a song she’s performed by herself and a song they’ve sang together before. lisa giggled through the whole of it as chaeyoung tried to throw in english ad libs on top of jennie’s russian translated singing.

a live performance, another through a call, and another one through a video. the relief washes over all her previous anxieties. thankful of the outcome, she sighed and thought to herself.

fairies don’t seem so cruel, after all.

@dalchu @1konic @chaeanne

[spoiledsovls]

You've been approached by the faerie: You've been going about your day as normally as possible, until you've noticed something out of the corner of your eyes. In the bed where your puppy sleeps lies a ball of lettuce. Oh no! Your puppy has turned into a vegetable! Be careful, if you tear a leaf you hurt the puppy. This curse last 2 days. "You're welcome." He leaves.

hyejung didn’t even notice what had happened over the course of days. she thought she was sleeping. her puppy was back to normal after the two days, but she really thought it was all a dream. she blinks, rubbing the back of her neck. “what the hell..” she mumbles, now picking her puppy up to inspect him. there was a small whimper coming from him, hovering in the air as he tries to move but stays in place because she’s got him in her hands. “your name is lettuce.. an’ you’re not actually lettuce, are ya?” she raises an eyebrow, tugging gently at his ear. “nope..”

[lusineinthesky]

You've been approached by the faerie: Everything you touch dies. Literally, everything! You can't touch you're own ear without going deaf. Oh well. This curse will last 1 hour. "You're welcome." He leaves.

“Touch is very vague-” But the stranger was already gone, and any clarifying questions the alien had were unfortunately left both unspoken and unanswered. Did he mean just her hands? Did her feet count? With a sharp gasp or realization, Lucy quite literally leaped into the air and basically suspended herself like some poltergeist victim in the comfort of her own living room. “Well, this is...alright. I think I can manage this. Yes, this is definitely doable. I can-” She came within centimeters of clapping her hands together and jerked them apart just as quickly, “-NOT do that. No touching. Got it. Right.”

[lusineinthesky]

[ @iamanown ]

Lusine had witnessed countless shooting stars in her lifetime and never once did she think such a simple astral phenomenon held the power to grant wishes. It was a nice sentiment, something she saw akin to other whimsical, earthly traditions, but surely if it were true then many people would be outside scanning the night sky for them. In a way, she almost wished such things existed. As a star burst across the dark canopy overhead, soaring past its seemingly stationary cousins and leaving a fading trail behind in its wake, her full lips tugged into a youthful smile. “When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true, huh? Maybe just this once...”

[lxtent]

Anown smiled, fluttering along the drift of the air that surrounded them both. He kept himself visually in and out of sight regardless of the fact that the half-sleeping man had his eyes shut. He cooed. "Nothing is impossible. I can assure you of that. Speak, young sir, for I will do what you ask of me. The cost is only a minor disruption. Trust in me. I will abide by you every wish. I am your friend..."

It couldn’t have been more than a breeze across his skin, a whisper in the early morning haze whilst still in a fog of sleep. And yet Leo was listening to it. He drank in every word, eyes still closed, a bitter smile pulling at his lips. It was subtle, but if he were awake enough, he knew he would have hoped the light hid it. “How do you know this?” he whispers back like they’re sworn to secrecy. “In my experience... more is impossible than possible.” Logic would not tear him away from the idea so easily. His hazy mind filled with thoughts of the future he’d imagined - the future he could never have. Only to be replaced by the best he wanted to erase. “Erase the past and keep the present...” This he said more to himself. It was easy to forget the nameless voice when Leo had not set eyes on its owner. “A minor disruption to you, or to me? Wishing... is not a minor thing. Wishing is dangerous.”And then he opened his eyes.

[kiddaeng]

Whispers breathe through the ears and expel down the working body before him. He floats - flies - around the stranger. He is seen but unseen and as he smiles a crooked smile he speaks in a hushed silence. “Child, oh, child. The world is falling down. A prayer we all seek for the one who can grant your wish. All you must do is ask and I shall make sure you get what you want. All I ask In return is that you may grant mine. If so, what do you wish for?”

( @iamanown )

what the fuck was he on. 

it’s the first thought to surface in daehyun’s mind when the sounds start. slow, tantalizing, a little creepy the slide down his back and around his throat. he’s good on his feet right now, coordinated, seeing clearly. he knows they’ve got a meeting coming up and practice later on tomorrow so he can’t afford to be anything but coordinated. he still finds it necessary to scroll through the events of the day and the days past, pick up some anomaly that means he fucked up and got shit-faced without knowing it. he could be sleep-walking and his dreams crashed with reality. it’d be a hell of a story to tell jaebin back at the dorm. given the situation though, heading to the dorm doesn’t seem like a good idea. 

in fact. the voices get louder and he doesn’t think heading anywhere is a good idea. he could be losing his shit because he’s looking around to find a face to place the words. breath. words. so close he can grab it but he’d look an idiot grabbing at the air, at the unknown. it’s frustrating. he’s sober for crying out loud. sober and currently stressed.

“listen,” at this point if he’s talking to himself maybe he can talk some sense into himself. “the world’s been falling. catch up.” it’s full of the corrupt, pigs who fill their belly insatiably and let the runts suckle their bathwater. it’s filthy, cruel and it’s the only time he’d admit it. he doesn’t like to think about it, doesn’t like people to know he thinks about it. daehyun is a optimist! so they say. he’d prefer to stay that way. he doesn’t dream often. he doesn’t wish often either, but he’ll sit with his sister for hours, boring lies into the carpet with his knees each time the clock turns 11:11. he’s an optimist! right?

“captain my captain, get the fuck out of my head. Can that be a wish? that way I don’t owe you shit.” it’s just a little too late for revelations, it’s the wrong place for false wishes and definitely too early for him to be this shit-faced.