❝ connection.

Rᴇʙᴇʟ Yᴇʟʟ
(0/1; Aɴʏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs; Aɴʏ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ) (PG-13 I guess?)
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ. Hᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴀɴᴛ. Hᴇʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜɴs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. Fʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴡᴀʏs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

Pᴏᴜʀ Sᴏᴍᴇ Sᴜɢᴀʀ Oɴ Mᴇ
(0/1; Aɴʏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs; Aɴʏ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ) (Rated R/M)
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɢ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғ. Nᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ɢᴏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Hᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ғɪʟʟs ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.


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♢ spying, potential drama
♢ human, male / female
♢ (M) Abuse, Violence
You have been a fan of finest wine but recently you bought a bottle of wine that is cheap however it has a pretty soothing taste of it. However you wanted more of the wine you purchase in a local market yet they no longer have no stock of it, you also searched the wine company called Octavian Grapes where there's no location on where it is, so you plan on asking people who have tasted the wine. Your curiosity grew more and eavesdropped a couple of people who may have been also curious of who is the owner of Octavian Grapes, you followed a group of people who had worked in a mysterious wine company and sneaked inside. But someone knocked you out and dragged you in an unknown basement with someone, then you had come face to face with the owner, who you thought is a teenager in a business woman outfit.

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♢ drama, angst, a bit of comedy
♢ human, male / female
For many years, Taeyeon had been keeping an eye on every descendants she had without getting distracted with many events; tragic or not, as she has been protecting her own bloodline. Not letting a single lycan or vampyre get ahead of the descendants. This present day, she has been keeping an eye on you, not by daylight but every night you fall asleep, going home from work, she's been following you. You already met her, pretending to be your friend you met online few years ago. Maybe time will tell when you knew she is not just your friend.

+ monster in the cellar has been claimed !

+ marquess of dreams has been claimed !

note – my rated m plots do not necessarily mean is involved. pm me to claim a plot and discuss.

❨ marquess of dreams ❩
⤥⠀ vampyre or lycan.
⤥⠀ female.
⤥⠀ ex–spouse, angst, drama, potential rekindled romance or enemies. [m]
⤥⠀ tw : murder, violence, potential abuse.
⤥⠀ mesmerized by your beauty and struck by the crave to possess you, from that moment on he would never let you go. after some time of john courting you, you agreed to marry. the marriage quickly soured when you became haunted by john’s deadly secrets. before you could discover the whole truth of what he was hiding, he was declared dead in 1927. you moved on as the decades passed, thinking him to be long departed. until now he stands before as dapper as the day you last saw him, ready to reclaim his marquess of dreams; by any means necessary.

❨ monster in the cellar ❩
⤥⠀ vampyre or lycan.
⤥⠀ any gender.
⤥⠀ angst, drama, stalker, action / fighting. [m]
⤥⠀ tw : kidnapping, enslavement, abuse.
⤥⠀ john was fascinated by your kind, a wealthy collector of things mysterious and mythical, but you were his favorite of all. in the 1920’s he bought you like a commodity and from thereon you were his secret little pet. he loved you and spoiled you with anything your heart could desire, but you were never to leave the confinement of his cellars. no one could know of your existence for fear of his reputation being ruined. some years passed until you managed to finally escape. yet he could never live without his monster in the cellar and has been hunting you down ever since, determined to make you stay or make you pay.

❨ pricked by the thorn ❩
⤥⠀ human or lycan.
⤥⠀ any gender.
⤥⠀ fling, heartbreak, drama, ex-lover. [m]
⤥⠀ in a labyrinth maze of red rose bushes is where you would always meet him, entangled and seduced by forbidden love. the laughter and stolen kisses were as sweet as strawberries. he said he loved you. the two of you planned to run away together and start a new life – but he stood you up. john lied and already moved on to the next new flame, seeking excitement, never wanting to be tied down. hell hath no fury like a lover scorned and you have full intent to exact your revenge. if you can’t have him, then surely no one else can.

❨ blood of the lamb ❩
⤥⠀ human or lycan.
⤥⠀ any gender.
⤥⠀ some drama, forbidden relations, potential frenemies. [m]
⤥⠀ by chance you discovered john in the woods, feeding desperately upon a dead lifeless victim. he’d broken the rules of his kind and you were a witness that needed to be eliminated. you were going to die that night no matter what.. or so he thought until a grand idea popped into his head and instead he offered you a deal you just couldn’t refuse; willingly allow him to drink from your blood source and satiate his carnal cravings in secrecy. in return he would spare your life and owe you a certain loyalty hardly anyone else received from him.

London, 1937— Victoria Hartwood - has been claimed!

✧ Wonder - has been claimed!

Broken little dreamer has been claimed

marilyn’s grave has been claimed!

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「addiction」
› human or lycan
› male
› heartbreak, fling, possible angst, nsa [m]
› the chemistry was undeniable. stolen glances and secret smiles that nobody else noticed between the two of you. and it would've remained just that: strangers who happened to feel a magnetic attraction. but a little mishap leads you to discovering what jinsoul truly was. and that should've fended you off - she was dead inside, what was the point? but it excites you all the more. you craved for a taste, just one. and despite her refusals, she eventually gave in with one warning: love was out of the question. but one taste wasn't enough, there was another, and another until you realize you're far too gone, falling captive under the repeated heartaches. but look at the brightside, at least you know what it tastes like.
› inspired by brightside - kiiara

「forbidden」
› lycan
› male
› romance, some fluff, angst, flame [m]
› you wound up at the hospital with an ugly wound despite your constant reassurance that it was just a little scratch. fret not, nurse soul arrives to your aid to have you stitched up and gauzed. there was something indescribable that lingered in the atmosphere and yet neither of you could place a finger on it. call it attraction? perhaps. by chance, a day after, you find nurse soul desperately hunting down a rabbit at the brink of starvation and you now knew you could never pursue anything with the ghastly creature. yet, as repayment, you help her out - just this once. but unexpected encounters ensues, and without noticing it, her heart tightens everytime you were in close proximity. it was far from lust at this point. but what happens when the death dealer was assigned to kill you for reasons unbeknownst?

「repent」
› vampyre
› male or female
› angst, manipulation, pure hatred
› tw: mentions of death
› you knew of her past, everything about it down to the reason why she left her life behind. you knew how much she detests speaking of it, detests her name, the person whose name was inscribed on a grave somewhere in vienna the night she turned. and you knew of the people who died within her arms from her own doings. and it was this knowledge that allowed you to abuse your power. no you were not her sire, and yet jinsoul's heeding your every wish, every command, anything to keep what you know at bay, swept under the carpet never to be found. but how long can she continue to be slaved, haunted by her past mistakes?

「alive」
› human
› male or female / preferably a nurse, doctor, healthcare worker in the hospital
› wholesomeness, possibly romance (?), lightheartedness
› jinsoul was infamous among the healthcare community for her somewhat off attitude. the way she'd constantly be smiling, no hint of exhaustion or glimpses of defeat ever portrayed upon her visage despite rigorous working rounds. and her eyes . . . they always seem sunken, and at times she disappears into thin air to do what? no one knew. she was kind to patients, often praised for her hospitality, but her colleagues weren't too sure what to believe. you, however, found it to be intriguing. you wanted to know who was the person that lay inside amidst the image constructed by rumors. and so you did - you approached the vampiress without knowing who or what she was, and without any expectations. you knew it wouldn't be easy, of course. nurse soul, an employee that's been around for years yet has no friends neither does she try to socialize. you knew there was a wall of sorts that stood in the way, but you were determined to find out. "what makes you feel alive?" you asked. and for once, jinsoul was reminded of the more humane side of her.

「sick」
› vampyre or lycan
› male
› ex-lover or ex-fling, maybe fluff, maybe romance, maybe angst, slice of life-ish [m]?
› it was sickening. so, so sickening how you just turn up in her life once again unannounced. how you acted as if whatever that existed between the two never occurred. the way you smiled at her the same manner you did years ago, and how it still manages to erupt butterflies within her stomach. absolutely sickening that you knew she still had the hots for you even if she won't admit it. but she swore the day she disappeared that she'll never come running back. love wasn't for her and it will never be for her to possess. so, how fking sickening is it that fate decides you'd wound up in the same place despite last meeting eachother in a country far from here?
› inspired by so sick (ft. blackbear) - kiiara

+ ᴍᴀʀɪʟʏɴ’s ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ.
, one night stand, stress relief, chance encounter. (room to expand this plot plenty!)
lycan or human. f.
- shortly after his recovery, Jacob finds himself in need of a more carnal form of release. one that he couldn’t find within the manor. something fresh, fragile. someone who didn’t know who he was, who he didn’t know. he meets her, a little mortal thing (if lycan, he will be unaware until after), late at night. she seemed to be in need of the same as he, someone to her demons away the way he yearned she would do to him. the connection is immediate, and powerful, so much so that no place of residence is needed, but instead the back alley will suffice.

inspired by This Ain’t a Love Song by Mötley Crüe

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✧ Wonder -
Fluff, mild angst— mentor tropes.
May include triggers when discussed later on.
Lycan or Human.
To him, you’re just another leaf in the ginkgo tree. You’re what he does not expect to come across one sunday morning at church and an influx of chaos that follow suit. You manage to land yourself in trouble with him but nonetheless, it is clear that you need help. And jaehyun is definitely the man who would give you the much needed boost when required. after all, how far will trouble follow you? He’s very curious.

✧ Losing You -
Drama, angst, family— lost child tropes.
Lycan.
You’re a face he knows but could never pinpoint where and how he remembers you but for some reason, it’s a sense of attachment that builds in his heart— whether from the fatherly man whose lived eons or the alpha, the protector of his kind?
But the truth is bound to unfold, one way or another; you’re his biological child, a product of an affair of fogged lust. Do you have resentment towards the man? Can it be salvaged? And is there any hope for him to start the family he’s always meant to, albeit lacking in various ways?

✧ By Any Means -
Angst. pain. Just pure pain.
Tw: mentions of death
Human or Lycan.
It’s no secret that he’s lost his wife, in a fit of rage and his own claws and it’s not an even bigger secret that he despises being reminded of it and shall anyone bring it up for whatever reason, there will be bloodshed. He has a tradition of going to the cemetery every year on her death anniversary to give her some flowers, but what happens when one day, he comes across a woman staring at the tombstone, bearing an uncanny resemblance to his deceased wife.
For eons, he’s been left alone. So why does fate decide to throw hurdles at him now? Who are you? What do you mean to a man who has had an empty hole in his heart for what feels like eternity?

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India, 1554— Vaani Chandravarshi
Angst. Thats it. Soulmate tropes.
vampire.
They say it’s only the few lucky ones that destiny brings together, not as mere partners but eternal soulmates, the perfect matching pieces of puzzles. And that’s what the Rajputs believed with their entirety— it was not often one met their soulmate and when they did, it was a celebration so loud even the cosmos would hear it.
You’re a human knight, assigned to guard the lady’s doors. enamored by the way the the night sky rang with a sweet melody of a sitar and voice, you cannot resist the peak— the sight is not what you expect. She invites you in, kind and amicable yet all the more alluring. from then on, it’s stories of the world and more that’s told and soon enough, you find that you hold her heart between your fingers. With a promise to hold each other for eternity, she bites you but one faux pas costs the both of you everything. She could not believe she in turn created a monster.

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Paris, 1766— Eloïse Baudelaire
Angst, romance & fluff; estranged lover trope, sire trope.
Vampire.
It’s a new era for france and it’s no secret she’s had a hand in the revolution of arts, literature and music. The French back then were known to be the ones to divert from reality, indulging themselves into fantastical thoughts and expressive forms of art, putting the war that threatened around them at bay. Eloïse was known for being the woman who grabbed the world of the romantics by it’s lapels, changing it from a man’s world into something dainty before the tides shifted again.
You see her there, a young woman who does not seem to age for a reason you cannot fathom but there is something inexplicably intriguing and alluring to her.. as you let yourself be pulled, you wonder.. are you true to your own emotions or are you simply prey?

Rashidun Caliphate (ancient Middle East), 656— Aaliyah Al Mansouri
Angst, drama; romance could be plotted out. Ex-lover trope.
Tw: mention of death
Vampire / Lycan.
It touched her cold unseating heart, to see the world she lived in as a mere sultana evolve for the better. They tried, really. To keep the peace as waves of changes rolled in with the high tides. it was peaceful, in a way. And there was nothing like her own inner peace that she loved more.
You’re a king of a country that borders the Rashidun Caliphate, with seas that were once beautiful being threatened by invaders. You’ve heard of a powerful entity who lives closed off in the sandy oasis, the woman of ethereal beauty that lives in the night and in an attempt to seek her help, you decide to knock on her door. Will she take pity or will she leave you in the dust, especially when death points at you from both directions.

London, 1937— Victoria Hartwood
Drama; frenemies.
Vampire
It was a coveted diamond, one with an impeccable beauty enough to be awed at and also desired. She did not like how it was in hands stained with blood; the British, specially those pompous queens sure did not deserve such a precious thing! Well, frankly neither did the nation of origin who simply were far too busy murdering each other.
You, as the advisor to said queens for years, know that the elder desired the kohinoor and it’s a push and pull game— the diamond would be set to be kept on display at the museum right after the coronation of Elizabeth but who says that the one that appears to the , and mundane, eye is the real one?

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Watch them fall
Availability: Open.
Preferred Species: Vampire
Genre / rating: Angst / depends on further plotting
⸢ ⋆ ⸥ description。
- From the upheaval of the past events, stems nothing but violence. Soon, the streets will be painted red by night, crimson flowers blooming in puddles of motor oil and rainy water, the sewers filled with the stench of hastily discarded bodies. Tired souls will wander the city, exhausted to the brittle bones of their immortal bodies. Nothing but ghosts left of their former selves. Hollow shells, caved in chests where once souls might have resided. You found Chanyeol wounded in an alley, after getting caught up in a scuffle he never asked for. It would be so easy to put that miserable dog out of his misery, put a bullet through his brain and call it a night. But his eyes tell you only one thing: He's tired of these fights, but he will take you with him to his grave, if he must.

What happens after, is up to the imagination.

My broken little dreamer
Availability: Open.
Preferred Species: Human
Genre / rating: Angst / drama / depends on further plotting
⸢ ⋆ ⸥ description。
- There is still a picture folded into the most hidden corner of Chanyeol's wallet. The photograph is so old, has been unfolded and folded once again, the paper is barely hanging on by a thread. You smile so beautifully in this picture, taken in a moment of masks having fallen, walls having crumbled. Unadulterated joy, tucked away in the darkest cage in Chanyeol's mind. To this very day you don't know why he broke up with you that early morning, the summer sun already beating down mercilessly onto the shiny windows of brightly decorated shops. But you know that it still hurts - his betrayal, his broken promises, his refusal to acknowledge that despite everything, he had been just as hurt as you. So when you run into him by chance, by a cruel twist of fate perhaps, your first instinct is to dump your coffee right into his face. He doesn't deserve any better.

What happens after, is up the imagination.

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