#fakevz

Ⲏⲟⲛⳋ     Ⲱⲟⲟ-ⳗⳕⲛ   lives   in   Seoul,   moving   through   nights   painted   in   neon,   smoke   and   places   that   never   ask   too   many   questions.   At   first   glance,   he   appears   almost   ordinary;   easy   to   overlook,   easy   to   forget.   Yet   something   about   him   always   remains.   A   crooked   smile,   a   gaze   that   lingers   a   little   too   long,   a   presence   that   feels   human   only   until   it   doesn't.   Once   a   crossroad   demon,   Ⲛⲟⲥⲧⳕ⳽   learned   early   that   souls   are   rarely   taken   by   force.   People   choose.   All   it   takes   is   the   right   temptation,   the   right   promise,   the   smallest   push   at   the   perfect   moment.   Reckless,   impulsive   and   endlessly   amused   by   danger,   he   became   far   more   valuable   than   anyone   expected.

Now   he   stands   at   Elyr's   side,   serving   as   both   his   right   hand   and   a   member   of   Neøn     Vice,   the   band   the   world   worships   without   ever   realizing   what   it   truly   represents.   Beneath   the   stage   lights,   Woo-jin   turns   temptation   into   entertainment,   devotion   into   currency   and   every   performance   into   another   invitation   to   fall.   He   doesn't   pretend   to   be   safe.   He   never   wanted   to   be.

#fangedcurse (500+ , she/her , the vampire)

† 𝑳𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑼 : heir to something she doesn't understand. daughter of silence. bound to a house that breathes, not chosen, not free. just next. the blood remembers and so will she. (inherited the Dimitrescu castle, reshaped it into a hotel for strangers while keeping the back towers for herself; turned long ago, something ancient in her blood; art forger by trade, perfectionist by nature, working beneath her own opera house where the dark never quite lifts, resident evil)

Progress has never been gentle, and this was never meant to be an exception. Il Dottore never questioned what such a convergence would demand — only who would flinch first. Knowledge has always required sacrifice, and history has proven that someone must be willing to pay the price.

Curiosity drives him, not compassion. People are not a moral dilemma to him, but variables — things to be adjusted, dismantled, and reassembled. Limits exist only where questions stop being asked, and stagnation is, to him, the only real failure.

Others insist on calling it an ending. Il Dottore has always preferred the term interruption. Whatever they believe happened, his work continues — as relentlessly as it always has.

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Born in Busan, amid the constant sound of autumn rain, Seoyeon grew up in a world between reality and ghost stories. Her mother, a believer in ancestors and ancient Korean myths, whispered stories to her during every storm, stories in which the dead still spoke. Her father, on the other hand, was pragmatic and tough, teaching her how to survive and the necessity of suppressing her feelings. When Seoyeon was eight years old, she saw a ghost for the first time—a little girl in a deserted playground, barefoot and silent. No one else seemed to see her. Shortly afterwards, her mother disappeared without a trace. Officially: missing. Unofficially: forgotten. This loss burned itself deep into Seoyeon's soul, shaping her view of people and the world. She learned early on to fight alone and developed an irrepressible curiosity to document everything.

Now, as a journalist, she uncovers crimes that the police have overlooked and investigates inexplicable events that are officially dismissed as "unexplainable." Her notes are not just reports, but evidence not only for the living, but also for the dead who have not yet let go of their stories. Her greatest motivation: to find out the truth about her mother's disappearance. Between crime scene photos, missing persons, and whispering ghosts, she struggles daily with the question of whether her gift is a curse or the only way to find answers.

✾ ⠀⠀⠀ ⸻ ⠀⠀⠀ Alert, quiet, with eyes that see more than others could bear. Her childhood shaped her: loss, isolation, whispering shadows. With a dark sense of humor, analytical and cautious, she rarely trusts anyone—but she writes down everything she sees, for the living and the dead. Her mother's silver necklace is her constant companion. Cool and heavy on her skin, it warns her when ghosts are near. More than jewelry: memory, protection, connection. Sensitive yet unstoppable, Seoyeon roams through the night, always ready to hear the stories that no one else tells. Her story, her past life, is connected to @bindingcurse. (Credits for the incredibly talented artist @daemonoria)

My favorite pair of crimson eyes and the man who taught me that love can be gentle : @fangtcsy

𝔸𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕕; 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕠𝕕'𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖—𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠𝕕, 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟; 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠—𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪—𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝...

Ⲥ𝘩𝖺𝗲-𝘸𝗼𝗇—𝙠𝗇𝗼𝘸𝗇 𝖺𝙨 Ⲥ𝘩𝗲𝖺—𝗂𝙨 𝖺 𝗳𝖺𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗺𝗎𝙨𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇. 𝗘t𝗲𝙧𝗇𝖺𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝟭𝟪, 𝙨𝘩𝗲 𝗂𝙨 𝙨𝖺𝙨𝙨𝘆, ​​𝘩𝗎𝗺𝗼𝙧𝗼𝗎𝙨, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘩𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗳𝗎𝗹—t𝘩𝗼𝗎𝗴𝘩 𝗂𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝗎 𝗴𝗲t 𝗼𝗇 𝘩𝗲𝙧 𝗇𝗲𝙧𝘃𝗲𝙨, 𝙨𝘩𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝙧𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝗎𝙧 𝘣𝙧𝖺𝗂𝗇𝙨 𝗼𝗎t.

𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝟮𝟭+, 𝙏𝙒: 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚

i still believe in forever - i'm just not very good at understanding my own version of it

Everly Jamison is 25 and works in a jewelry shop, though she's never quite sure why she's selling anything at all. She watches more than she speaks, notices the hesitation before a choice is made, the way people look at something like it might change their life, or quietly confirm something they already know.

She likes gold for what it becomes when it's worn, not for what it's worth. For the way it holds onto moments. People, too, in a way. She still believes in forever - just not as loudly as she used to.

She's from Oxford, England, carries a kind of warmth that lingers without asking for attention. Sometimes, there's the faint scent of lily of the valley around her, though no one ever quite figures out where it comes from.

Eve has learned, gently, that not everything that feels like it will last… does. But she hasn't let that take the softness out of her. If anything, it's made her more careful with it. More aware of how easily something can slip, even when you're holding it right.

So she stands behind the counter, day after day, handing people small, golden versions of their hopes and keeps a quiet, steady belief that maybe, just maybe, some of them will hold.

( Happily married — respectfully obsessed. @bloodlineofshadows )