the setting sun,
and music at the close.as the last taste of sweets,
is sweetest last.writ in remembrance
more than things long past.

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beneath a sky on the verge of falling.

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on a night steeped in shadows, she left work, (work that had chained her past dusk and into the jaws of the vicious night) — the hours had bled her dry. the city's lights pulsed along the stars (business as usual), while the air hung thick with something unnerving (an odd occurrence, she shall say). perhaps that’s why she didn’t notice, that the world was slightly misaligned, like a song just slightly out of tune.a train pulled into the platform, its doors hissed open like an exhale from the underworld, peeling open like reverent mouths in prayer. she stepped inside, the air trembled with a silence that didn’t belong. behind her, the doors groaned shut.she did not know it yet, but this was not a train meant for the living.the seats were bare—no chatter, no subtle snores, no echoed intercom announcements, no shifting weight. the stillness was heavy, dense with dread. even the shadows seemed unsure of themselves.a gnawing unease clawed at her core. the scenery beyond the windows stretched a vision stolen from a fever dream: a world awash in red; crimson sky above, crimson sea below, as if the earth itself had forgotten every other color. no stars, no moon, no trees and buildings, no flickering city's lights, no sign of earth. only silence sat beside her, thick as the dawn fog of a tropical forest.lilla sat still, her hands clutched onto the strap of her bag. her heart had begun to knock too loudly in her chest and a twisting knot of dread tangled in her gut. something was wrong. profoundly, irrevocably wrong.a fragile comfort bloomed when some passengers entered the car she was in (finally, humans. or so she thought). they looked at her with troubled eyes. one stepped forward, voice hushed but urgent, “you… you’re not supposed to be here.” his voice was kind, and frightened. not for himself—for her.ghouls they are, once ordinary humans like her, now withered shadows of their former selves, having bartered their souls for the fleeting grant of wish and want. their presence upon her was not by chance (though her presence upon them was indeed, entirely by chance) — they had come with duty anchored in their steps: a mission, a grim errand.kyklos, was the name of the curse marked for the hunt that night. lilla had not arrived there by mistake (clumsy though she was), but she was there invited, summoned to serve as fresh bedding for its seed.it bore an unsettling, hauntingly hideous form; a form not meant for human eyes (as is the nature of all great curses). kyklos, an abomination clad in bloom and blight. its body was a mass of deformed, swollen blossoms. a grotesque tangle of monstrous, pulsing flowers. petals veined with rot and ruin, slick and glistening like open wounds. they crown a single, enormous eye that served as its face and heart—and will. lidless, unblinking, fiercely glaring, and sentient.woe betide the soul who met that gaze. for to behold that eye was to be claimed, utterly and without hope of return.

and lilla had looked.
and the seed was planted.

it was never about devouring. kyklos lives to reproduce, multiplying its colony. its gaze plants seeds in souls, taking nest in the mind’s soft corners.the cursed would feel it first in dreams: petals in their throat, roots in their limbs, strange warmth blooming where it should not. then their thoughts would shift — slowly unravel, their skin would pry open, their eyes would burn and fuse. the seed would grow, changing them from within. physically, mentally, spiritually. until they are no longer themselves, until they become another flower in its garden.lilla, poor lilla, had seen that eye.but fate had bent. she was lucky (mad blessed, insanely fortunate) the ghouls had been there — though former human, their heart stayed anchored. they knew what she had seen, what she carried. they believed there might still be a way to break the curse, or at least hold it at bay. so they brought her to darwick academy: a sanctuary cloaked in secrecy, where curses are studied, strange phenomena investigated, and affairs with spirits, beings of the twilight tide, and echoes from beyond the veil are part of daily practice.

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cursed she is, a living timebomb veiled in grace.
upon her back blooms a flower—branded by the one who damned her.
its petals swell with each breath she takes;
the greater its bloom, the nearer her day of reckoning.

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ghouls: former humans, (if one dares to call them that still). though not in the manner of twisted limbs and slavering jaws, nor the nightmares that prowl beneath the weight of full moons. these are ghouls in the most haunting sense: the echoes of men who once bore souls that pulsed like a candle’s flame.not by defeats and death did they stopped from being their kind, nor by force and humiliation did they shed their place among the soul-bounded. uncoerced and proud, their corruption was a whisper, with a contract scrawled in blood, a vow traded beneath stars. they cast away the radiance of their spirit, laying it at the feet of devils in exchange for a single wish. most often something indulgent, petty, and veiled in the language of desire. to taste greatness without effort, to have what was not earned; to names.their skin remains unblemished, their voices carry the cadence of the living as ever, their eyes still hold the shimmer of intellect. the devils, those ancient merchants of damnation, they let their supplicants remain, outwardly untouched. they preserve the illusion of humanity, they kept their laughter and their dreams. they kept everything, except the sanctity of their being; souls — a residency purchased.

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_{the images shared here were captured directly from mobile game Tokyo Debunker, serving as references for roleplaying and storytelling purpose. all rights remain with their rightful holders, ZigZaGame Inc.}

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guidelines.
universes.

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Plot Ideas.

#1 nymph and shepherd: hold my hand and take me into the woods. to an adventure of visiting flower fairies and collecting mushrooms, to an adventure of leaving our mud stained footprints in between fallen leaves and broken branches as we took our time to share joy and giggles while the mist veiled us from the rest of the world.#2 two stars: rehearsing, going to meetings, discussing about our roles and the play, preparing props; let the sparks of our friendship blooms throughout the project.#3 destined: somehow we always crossed paths then and now and i had just realized it recently. from reaching out to the same box of strawberries while doing weekly groceries, or getting seats next to one another at cinema, until one day you are hired as a helper for my local theater. what kind of fate does the universe have in the store for us?#4 how to train your furry devils: as someone who is highly experienced in dealing with furry feline babies, i can lend you some of my wise regarding of how to patch your relationship up with your very own little one.#5 fresh air: going to picnics, midnight strolls, amusement parks, climb a tree, picking flowers, petting street cats; let's hang out and have fun while we get to know each other better and deeper.

pre-established bond ideas.
#1 long-lost bff
#2 friendly rivalry
#3 siblings
#4 mentor and pupil
#5 neighbors
#6 guardian angel

always welcome for discussions and brainstorming sessions! prompts above are merely rough ideas; we can adjust some points to fit your muse's au better. kindly hit her up for any ideas or shoot her a random starter. it can be at any length and she will make sure to reply with the same amount of effort.

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DISCLAIMER.

i hereby oblige to declare that this account is not in any way associated with woollim entertainment, rocket punch, or seo yunkyoung herself. most of the posts that are written on this site and the affiliated twitter/x account are purely fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons, places, events, etc., is either the product of imagination or used in a fictitious manner solely for the purpose of roleplaying.

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ESSENTIALS.

• multiverse!rp with leaning more towards the alternative universe. lilla ararelle is an original fictional character.
• everything is written in english 80% of the time. with the 20% being occasional kr/jp.
• strictly in character.
• plots are wholeheartedly welcomed and highly encouraged (platonic only).
• not seeking and entirely uninterested in any form of romantic and/or intimate relationship.
• occasional nsfw tags for profanity, potential mild nudity, potential dd:dne themes, and basically any other things in the boarder term of the nsfw label itself.
• third-person point-of-view & descriptive most of the time as the default writing style, but she is willing to accommodate replies to suit her partner’s preferences.
• please refrain from godmodding and metagaming.
• writer is of age and goes by #LEON.
• every post is in character unless stated (usually would be marked with "#LEON" or "writer's note").
• bad at dms and steady interactions (but trying!☆). one–liners, casual conversations and/or banters are always welcomed.
• sporadic and slow response most of the time to ensure she wouldn't craft half-assed replies.

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SEO YUN KYOUNG.
yunkyoung/kkaeng.
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4/6 of ROCKET PUNCH.
Director & Designer of fashion brand KIKU.jack of all trades, master of all:
lead singer, main dancer,
choreographer, beauty vlogger,
fashion designer, professional hugger.

_{as per 31 dec 2024,
she has terminated her exclusive contract with woollim ent,
and hence her activity as a rocket punch member is currently on halt.}

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LILLA ARARELLE.

an honor student at darkwick academy and an appointed inspector for the ghouls—former humans who had traded their souls in an exchange for fleeting, selfish wishes.
cursed, she walks beneath a quiet doom. fated to have her soul rot, her thoughts unravel, and her body deformed as the days crawl on. with each mission, she seeks more than what was entrusted: to unearth the curse taking root within her, before it consumes her completely.

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_{(au based on player character of the mobile game tokyo debunker.
with slight alterations on some plot points and rewording of the technical terms.)}

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