#vcevent007

with a new heard of baggage pooling around his shoulders, it was hard to make time for the regular events in life. originally he hadn’t even planned to go to any part of the festival, but previous events had the need to keep an eye on a certain fox who’d been coursing down a string of bad luck. one of those moments had the ghoul praying to a deity he wasn’t even sure he believed in to make sure he didn’t have to live the rest of his life without the only person that truly ever mattered. without wanting to be a hovering boyfriend, he decided to use the event to finally meet with a friend of his he’d only known through a screen.

he and maja had a friendship that only transcended across their various pc set ups. he’d only spoken to her over the glow of a discord screen or in the chat of a stream. they’d been brought together when kai’s developing group chose him, the youngest of the seven-some, to be the one to moderate her sponsored screen. so there he sat, as she played through the new call of duty battle pass, for hours. making sure the proper screen grabs and recording clips for promo were taken and jotting down and glitches or mistakes in the graphics he saw. he noted that she was actually pretty good and invited her to a few rounds with the crew whenever they both had a chance. those group rounds turned into just the two of them, talking crap over their headsets as they played through overwatch rounds.

the ghoul stood next to a few food stands, pulling out his phone to open his discord app to send her quick text where he was, snapping a picture of a korean corndog stand for accuracy. as he stood in the blazing summer heat he began to regret the darkness in his attire, settling down on the ground so he could lean back into the shade while he waited. // @vcmanikal​

Maja surveyed the crowd through the dark lenses of her Celine sunglasses. If asked, she would say she was people-watching, but that didn't capture the true essence of what she was doing. She was watching people watching her. After taking time to get dressed that morning, she was determined to be seen. It was a brilliant blue day, the sun so hot it shimmered like a glob of melting butter in the sky. Patrons combatted the heat with handheld fans and rice-paper blotting sheets, but nearly everyone was covered in a thin film of sweat. Not Maja. She didn't sweat. But she'd always found it a fascinating mortal bodily function. Once, out of curiosity, she'd licked the sweat from a partner's neck in the wild throes of lovemaking. It surprised her. She hadn't expected it to taste so salty. Most of the red-cheeked crowd was of little interest to Maja. And even those who greedily drank her in with their eyes had started to lose their appeal. She was about to give up and turn her waning attention to her phone when she caught sight of an enigmatic couple. She noticed the woman first. She was taller than the average Korean woman and her demeanor made her seem all the more imposing. Although she was walking on grass, the heels of her Valentino pumps did not sink into the dirt at all. Her steps were light as air. She was beautiful, but in the way nightshade was beautiful: captivating, poisonous, deadly. She clung like a vine to a giant honey-haired man dressed in black. He seemed less of a creature made of flesh and bone but instead something inhuman, a cold thing hacked out of marble. Their combined auras made Maja's stomach twist. She had been integrated in the dark arts long enough to know that this couple had to be supernatural. She might've just left it at that, observing them with interest from afar, if it hadn't been for the way the woman spoke to her companion. Seemingly innocuous, the curvature of her body as she leaned toward the shell of his ear caused something to erupt in Maja's mind. A flash. A memory. She had seen that gesture before. She had seen that woman before. A long time ago. Maja realized she had risen from the bench. Driven by some invisible and unidentifiable force within her, she made her way to the couple. Her vision narrowed, and she perceived only the woman; the man - impressive though he was - dissolved into the background like smoke. "I'm sorry," Maja said to the woman. She had decided on her angle in the second it took to approach. Her tone was amicable and even, but behind her large sunglasses her eyes were keen as a tigers. "I don't mean to bother you, but I love your dress. I was wondering where you got it."

Happy Pride Month everyone!! It is time for Agdoeg’s annual Pride activities! Every year in the closing weeks of the month, following Seoul’s Pride festival, Agdoeg puts on one of their own! This is a supernatural headed event that encourages all demographics, even other worldly to join together to celebrate being truly, utterly, and unapologetic YOU! Below you will find more details of the activities! And once again Happy Pride everyone!