#maneo:starter

[maneoseojin]

fated meeting;

open!

Im Seojin was a busy man. He was the CEO of the biggest department store in the Korean peninsula, a stock holder of multiple hospitals and tech companies, and he’s a loyal member of Amaranthine. It sometimes gave the angel a headache but what can he do right? There is no rest for the wicked. Upon closing yet another deal with foreign investors, the young man offered a dazzling smile and a salute to his employees before his chauffeur opened his car for him.

“Where to, Sir?” his driver asked as soon as the engine roared to life. “The usual. Kang’s Kitchen.” Kal muttered dismissively, still reading the files on the recently closed deal. A dinner at Kang’s had been a weekly tradition for the angel already. Something about the food in the said restaurant, brings comfort to him. If he was overseas for even just a short period of time, the moment he landed in Korea his first destination would be Kang’s. As the vehicle came to halt, Seojin dusted his suit and waited for his driver to open the door for him.

The familiar and homey scent of Kang’s immediately brought a smile to the angel’s lips. He looked around and spotted a familiar face sitting at a table near his usual spot. Seojin didn’t know who this person was but they always seemed to be there whenever he arrived for his dinner. Must be another fan, he thought. A smirk curved on his lips, the man sauntered over to the table of his supposed fan. “Fancy seeing you here again,” Jin announced his presence. “Is it fate that brings us together every week or am I that handsome that you just had to see my face on a weekly basis?” The angel took a seat in front of the person and asked for a menu from the waiter. “I’ll consider this our first date then.” Seojin smiled brightly at the one in front of him. “I’m Seojin by the way. You can call me Jin or baby, if you want.”

Im Seojin was a busy man but he was never too busy for a bit of flirting.

[maneosora]

midnight wishes;

open

“5,4, 3, 2, 1.”

the alarm on yeonjun’s phone rang, it’s blinking message was somewhat mocking for him. a shiver ran down his spine as the cold wind of seoul blew around him. the arachne tightened his coat in an attempt to seek more warmth. taking in his surroundings, yeonjun noted how beautiful the han river was during midnight. hangang park was fairly empty too save for the few couples who decided to take a midnight escapade. only fools or lonely people tend to go to the park alone.

sitting down on one of the steps facing the river, yeonjun checked his phone. no calls from his mom who was currently back in busan. no messages from anyone. he should be used to it. after all, yeonjun had been alone most of his life so why was this, any different? he guessed it was probably true that loneliness hits the most when it’s midnight.

12:15 AM of April 13, 2020. yeonjun smiled sadly as he took out the cupcake from it’s box. “happy birthday to me i guess,” the arachne murmured. he was about to take a bite from the sweet, when a shadow cast over him. hesitantly, he looked up and saw a familiar figure in front of him. “why are you out here at such a late time huh?” yeonjun asked, settling the cupcake back in its box.

[maneosoobin]

so far away;

OPEN STARTER FOR: INVICTUS

It was a rather peaceful mid-afternoon in the sunrise bar.

Luciano as the second in command, always made it a point to be inside the premises.-- that is, if he had no important business matters to attend to. He quietly trudged towards the rooftop to simply hangout and just enjoy the quiet summer afternoon.  He did have to make the most out of the lull. Soon, this place would be filled with rambunctious patrons and he would give up his space for them.

The wolf plopped down on one of the couches by the window and grabbed his sketchbook. It was known to the members that Luciano could often be found in the exact same spot doing the exact same thing, drawing. He started sketching a random scenery and it took a while before he realized that he drew his old hometown, Daegu. It had been weeks since his birth mother knocked on his door and asked if a Shin Soobin lived there. It shook Luci to the core that it took him a solid ten seconds before he even answered. “There’s no Shin Soobin here, Ma’am. I think you’ve got the wrong address.” 

“But you look like my son.” 

“I’m sorry but my mother died years ago. You’ve got the wrong address, Ma’am.”

Luci ran his fingers through his hair in irritation. He had been perfectly fine. He could genuinely laugh and not be scared after the attack that happened two years ago. Why did she have to shatter everything again? She came like a hurricane that destroyed everything on its path. It’s like he’s back at square one.

‘Fuck, she never really cared about you. Until now she doesn’t. She only cared about herself.’ Frustrated, Luci tore the drawing from his sketchbook and threw it in the garbage bin. 

As he sat back down on the couch, a slight movement was picked up by his ears and the man finally looked up at his surroundings. His frown quickly turned into a smile, “Oh hey. I didn’t see you there,” he beckoned the person to sit beside him. “What’s up? Do you need something?”

[naraxmaneo]

OPEN STARTER // TW: blood, mental unstability, violence.

alone, in her home- binding herself to a near pitch-black bedroom, nara’s mind and her curse was in action. she didn’t fear the darkness surrounding her, but the darkness in her own heart, feeding off her consciousness. that would explain why she was cowling into the corner as if her mind wasn’t the culprit.  where else can she run though?... when her enemy is herself? 

this wasn’t like any other mind facing a mental demon either, this was something far beyond it. the power her conscious had was foul, and didn’t care for boundaries- even now, it manifested an infant boy; knowing that she’d come crawling toward it, her arms outstretched, crying. ignoring the voice cutting into her.

‘i have to admit, i’m not buying it, nara. you didn’t love, taejo.’ 

 she didn’t even think to respond, her mind was set on wrapping her arms around her baby.. taejo. but, as she expected, the moment her fingertips grazed his the child morphed into herself like she was looking in a mirror-.. except this one had black eyes and livid dark intent. the look-alike walked toward nara, a sinister smile on her lips, taunting her. the skinwalker recoiled, dragging herself back into the corner. 

‘your weeping does not impress me.. a killers tears, does not impress me’ 

nara this time had something to say, covering her face with one arm and holding up a sword with her other, using that to block the double from coming closer. “be quiet-.. be QUIET.” hearing the other continue to speak, nara repeated herself over and over, swinging her sword until she was chasing ‘herself’ around the house. her mind was literally, taunting her- so much that she didn’t even care that she destroying her home, she wanted her.. it, whatever it was, dead. 

eventually, nara was lured out of her home, looking for her enemy. hearing steps around the corner, maybe a voice, her paranoia sprung into action; and before she knew it, she’d pinned a random person, and her sword was pointed right at their neck. blind to the fact, they weren't her. 

wiping the blood coming from her nose, she sniffled. “does this impress you, hmm? i can kill you right now. i can- i will do it.” 

[maneo-zero]

open.

This was risky, but that didn’t seem to matter as much as he stood there on the subway, fully dressed in his disguise and in desperate need to feed tonight. Well, feed and also just have a good time. He could probably go another two nights without eating thanks to his last meet up with Mason, but it was on his mind to get a decent meal if he could tonight. By the time he made it to Itaewon and his first club of the night, he made sure to use the window in a neighboring storefront to fix the blonde wig affixed to his head with glue and make sure his makeup was touched up to perfection. Pulling out his fake ID that said his name was Achara, Zero moved through security with no problem, his skirt short enough and the plunging neckline showing off his contoured cleavage enough to let him pass through easily.

Two drinks into his evening though, he was bubbly and chatty and smiling like a fool as he saddled up to the bar and shouted another drink order with a wink and thank you thrown in for good measure. The bar tender was cute and always made the last two drinks pretty strong so he was hoping the flirting would be enough encouragement to keep it going. However, when Zero’s heel slid against the wet surface of the floor, he nearly spilled his entire drink on the body behind him. Instead, most of it ended up on him. “Oh...oh, I’m sorry. Shit, I didn’t get any on you right?”

[kittymaneo]

Kitty sat comfortably on on Jae’s couch with his legs tucked underneath him and blanket tossed around his shoulders. He was perfect picture of coziness with a hot mug of tea between his sweater paw hands. “So, how was last night with Q? Looks like he didn’t kill you so I’m assuming everything went fine.”  In all honestly, the gumiho had never had been afraid of Q’s death threats. Q was terrifying, sure, even he could admit of being scared of their leader from time to time, but he also wasn’t stupid enough to push buttons he shouldn’t push. He blew softly on his tea as he stared off blindly at a nearby wall only half listening as he finally took a sips.. Kitty’s mind had a habit of wandering off if he wasn’t focused completely on someone. 

@maneojaehyun​ 

[sominmaneo]

— open !

it’s been almost a week since somin’s come out of her coma and being trapped in bed for most of the day is slowly killing her. she’d asked iseul to bring her more plants from home and they have been helping, but the doctors and nurses only let her out of bed for physical therapy and sometimes to go to the bathroom. the first few days in the hospital were the worst, but the last few days haven’t been that great either. she considers herself lucky that seojin’s there to take care of her even if he has been throwing weird glances her way and being uncharacteristically gentle with her. even if she was in a weak state, somin would never consider herself fragile. she can take care of herself. to be fair to him, it seems like most people that come in and out of her private room all seem to be particularly cautious with her. there’s always someone asking if she wants water or coming in to make sure she’s comfortable. it all just seems a little excessive to her.

for once this week, though, she actually feels a little excited. she get’s to have visitors! the only people she’s had contact with so far is seojin, jaehwa, iseul, and her nurses. the witch is excited to be able to see some of her friends even if the guilt is still eating her alive. she’s grateful that seojin kept her secret all this time more than anything. she hopes she’ll be able to stay clean, but she doesn’t know if it’s a possible goal at this point. it’s only been a few days, but she already misses the high. she shakes the thought from her head when there’s a knock at her door. her eyes light up and she sits up a little straighter, even if it pulls at her sore muscles. “come in,” she says, hoping it’s a new visitor and not the same people she’s been seeing repeatedly the last few days. nothing against the ones who have helped her, but she needs a little bit more social interaction that what she’s getting right now.

[kannikaxmaneo]

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧

Kannika pushed her glasses farther down her nose, eyes peeking over the top like a mean girl in an early 2000s teen drama. Ah, yes. Totally inconspicuous. Nothing like a spy who was currently staking out an interaction going down right on the other side of the window from where she sat in the back of a shady bar right on the edge of Amaranthine territory. No one would ever suspect a thing. Of course, stealth wasn’t exactly her specialty, no matter what her title in Amaranthine happened to be— no, Cas had always been better at the whole staying under the radar thing. Kannika, in turn, tended to go in guns blazing and hope that she could manage to gain information in other ways. If all else failed, she could always fix her mistakes by simply stealing memories. Perks of selling her soul, she assumed. 

She had finally just gotten a glimpse of her target stepping out around a corner of the building opposite to the bar when a waiter tapped her on the shoulder, eyes shifting as if he was nervous. Why should he be nervous? Kannika was only a dark witch covered in indecipherable symbolic tattoos and dressed head to toe in black and— ah, maybe that was it. “Excuse me, ma’am? My manager says that you have to order something or you’re not allowed to stay. We kinda need the tables, you see...” the waiter trailed off, and Kannika found herself averting her eyes from her target outside the window for a moment to take in the packed bar around her. She couldn’t give up the impeccably placed table, but then again there was no way she could drink on the job, and wouldn’t letting a perfectly good drink go to waste be even more of a crime? 

“Uhh...” The dark witch’s eyes shifted, landing on the first person she saw alone at the bar. “I’ll buy them a drink. Whatever they want. Put it on my tab. That good enough for you?” she suggested to the waiter, though she didn’t exactly wait for a response before returning her focus to the exchange happening just outside. Not even five minutes later, she felt another tap on her shoulder, turning an exasperated gaze on the culprit, though when she found that it, in fact, wasn’t the waiter who’d interrupted her this time, she simply raised a brow at the figure. 

— open !!