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[faeyun]

WE ARE SOOOO BACK OH MY GOD‼️‼️ txt is legit for the star lovers and i love that so so so much ＼(≧▽≦)／

[faeyun]

i need a show to make me feel like skam (the og) did… like i was legit waiting every friday for a translator to translate the episode and upload it to the google drive while also battling other people waiting in the google drive for a spot😭 such good times omg i miss it

(is anyone here fans of the show?? like did you also see how the og skam girls reunited for the cover of elle norway like AAAA!!!!!)

[faeyun]

came online to taehyun cover and sunoo cutesy live omg life is so worth living ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

[faeyun]

hello everyone!! i’m unfortunately gonna have to push back the release date to this wip because it’s taking me a lot longer than expected… (◞‸◟；) it’s a lot more of a slow burn than i initially thought, so i’m really sorry about that!! <//3

i’m gonna try my hardest to get it out in july tho!!! i’m a little over 10k words in already so hopefully it won’t take me too much longer. sorry for the wait!!! (>人<；)

the taglist will still be open if you want to be tagged in the final fic!! just leave a reply or an ask to let me know! ♡

ˋ 𑁍 ⨾ THE HALL OF BLACK MOTH BRIDES 、 ❨ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 ❩

ghosts were real, that’s one thing that you knew for certain. when you marry the charming park jongseong, he sweeps you away to his gothic mansion that he lives in with his sister and away from all the tragedies your old life has dealt you. but, soon you find out that jay and his sister, along with the sinking mansion, harbors secrets that are too dark to keep hidden beneath the red clay the mansion sits on. with your ghostly visions and newfound ability to communicate with the dead, you learn that not all ghosts are made up of flesh and blood.

❛ 박종성 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ 𓈒𓈒 ❨ 歌 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❩ 𓄵 𝓯𝒕. optometrist!jake & lady jimin!jay’s twin sister (oc) 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗍!𝗃𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 ＆ 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝟣𝟫𝟢𝟢𝗌 𝖺𝗎 ✴︎ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ＆ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴／𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵���� 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘫𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘢… 𓏸 12OO 𝗼𝗳 27,OOO ╱ 𝓶. list ╱ 𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗷𝘂𝗹𝘆 ？？？

( 𝓷 )。 aaaa here’s the teaser!! i’m so excited to write this, crimson peak is a movie i love so so much so i hope when this fic is finally released that i do it justice hehe~~ (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) let me know what you think of the teaser and if you’re excited for it!! enjoy!!! ♡♡♡ minors do not interact, you will be blocked. you must have an age listed on your profile for me to add you to the taglist.

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Ghosts are real. This much, you know.

Snow whips through your loose hair and makes your haggard breath cloud like smoke in front of your face, hiding the range of emotions your expression shifts between. You stare at your bloodied hand hovering in front of you and the ruined, bloodied sleeve of your white nightgown, nearly frozen tears falling down your even colder bloody cheeks. The snow paints the already bare scenery a hazy white, covering anything and everything in sight, save for one singular color that is too overwhelming not to be seen. One color that is forever burned into the deepest and darkest corners of your memory, and one you’d never ever forget.

A deep crimson red.

Your breath comes out shaky and you almost couldn’t feel the wild frigid air nipping at your fingertips and blood-splattered nose. Nor could you almost not feel the pain in your cheek from the deep gash across it. Almost. You inhale sharply, letting the newfound emotions settle and linger inside of you like the sun coming up over the horizon. A new dawn awaits over the peaks of the dark spires that you turn your back towards.

Finally, you breathe out a sigh of relief. This one more steady.

The first time you saw a ghost, you were ten years old. The year was eighteen eighty-seven and the memory of your mother was still fresh in your mind, and the heartbreak of losing her was at the forefront of it. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that she was actually gone, that you wouldn’t ever be able to see her again—snuggle up to her when you were scared or twirl in front of her with one of your new dresses that she had made especially for you.

Perhaps, at least you once thought, that this was all a manifestation of your grief.

You would never be able to say goodbye to her, would never hear her last words to you that weren’t through a handwritten note passed down to you from your father.

At least, that’s what you thought until the night your mother came back.

Rain fell down hard from the nighttime sky and you swore that the house shook with each growl of thunder. You huddled in your bed, scared out of your mind to even move. By now, you would have ran to your parents bedroom and your mother would’ve tucked you in between her and your father so you could sleep through the rest of the night. But, she wasn’t here anymore, and your father had barely left the room they once used to share since the funeral. The only time you saw him these days were when he was bidding you goodbye before going to work.

The clock loudly ticked from outside of your door and filled the silent room. You kept your eyes trained on the door instead of the shadows dancing along the green floral wallpaper of your bedroom. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It droned on endlessly and made your heart race more and more with each move of the hand.

You turned away from it finally, deciding to try and finally get some sleep, and to the wall. Your breathing refused to slow and the fact that your back was now turned to your surroundings scared you even more, but you were a big girl now, and you had to be brave without your mother’s help.

Clutching the big, ruffled collar of your white nightgown, you were about to close your eyes when you noticed that the ticking clock suddenly stopped. Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaked open slowly. You brought a hand to your mouth and covered it. Your heart raced more and you prayed that it was just your father or the housekeeper as tears began to well up in your eyes.

With bated breath, you turned to look at the door. It was opened to the hallway and as you sat up from your bed, you watched a shadow crawl against the furthest wall down it and to the clock at the end of it. Long, shadowed fingers were outstretched across it until the hallway was basked into darkness and a dark figure stepped forward.

It wore a black dress and a long, black tattered veil over its face. The breath was stolen completely from your lungs along with the words that were stuck in your throat. All you could do for a moment was watch the woman, ragged breaths leaving your parted lips as you tried to gain back the oxygen, as she got closer and closer.

At first, you thought she might’ve been the housekeeper before you looked more closely. The shadowed woman was transparent and with each step forward it was almost as if smoke curled from her ghastly body. Before she could step inside your room, you quickly turned away and curled yourself into a ball, your body shaking as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to force sleep to come; but it refused.

You daringly opened your eyes again and watched as the shadow of the tattered woman laid over you like a thick blanket. Suddenly, a long ghostly hand grabbed your shoulder and the woman leaned over you. Black smoke surrounded you as she began to speak.

“My child,” the ghost started in the disfigured voice of your mother’s, her fingers were skeletal and so was her face. It reminded you of the last time you saw your mother alive and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut again, scared whimpers escaping through your clenched teeth. “When the time comes, beware of Crimson Peak.”

You couldn’t take it anymore and you flew forward, a piercing scream reverberating from your small body. You looked around your bedroom again for the woman, only to find it completely empty—the clock at the end of the hallway ticking away. You got up from your bed hesitantly and walked to the door, examining the hallway. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

It would be years before you would hear that disfigured voice of your mother’s again, the same warning on her black tongue—before you would even begin to understand her desperate plea. You know now that it was a warning from out of time, once that transcended it due to your mother’s love for you, and one that you came to understand only when it was entirely too late.

Black moths circled around the light in the hallway, the candlelight glow barely there from being outshined by the light from the moon pouring in through the hallway windows. You stepped forward into it, your white nightgown dragging along the floor despite you hiking it up a little to walk. Stopping before the light, you stared at the dancing creatures as one of them sacrificed itself to the flame and the other perched on the stand of the light without it.

More moths flittered throughout the hallway, moths that you had never seen before—and certainly not at the amount you saw before you. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you quietly stepped backwards into your bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the sound of the grandfather clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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[faeyun]

where are all the good sunoo fics i wanna read some for his birthday hehe 😁

[faeyun]

good morning faeyun nation!! i hope you all have an amazing day hehe~~ (づ ￣ ³￣)づ♡♡ gonna try to get some fics i’ve been planning all laid out and i’m also gonna try and write more of the hall of black moth brides since last night was a bit of a fail and i only wrote like 600 words lmao…

[faeyun]

heyyyy is there a tutorial on how to reblog posts w a 'keep reading' but when u tap the keep reading button it doesn't open a new tab... like how did you archive your old writings by reblogging them.. thank yuo...

hii!! if an account is deleted/deactivated but you found a reblog say of like a fic from the account or something and it has that “keep reading” button, then if you click it is isn’t going to work! you have to click on like the actual reblog itself to see everything under the keep reading cut off!!

so like for example: say you want to read the lighthouse from my archive. instead of clicking keep reading, you have to click on the reblog at the top where it says filmnings (my fic recs account) in order to read all of it!! i reblogged all of my works from my old blog before i deactivated it, you won’t be able to do this after deactivating/deleting your account!

[faeyun]

i may perhaps have to push this release date back…

[faeyun]

gonna be working on this again in a couple hours!! the goal for tonight is to reach 10k words hehe,, wish me luck!! ♡

ˋ 𑁍 ⨾ THE HALL OF BLACK MOTH BRIDES 、 ❨ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 ❩

ghosts were real, that’s one thing that you knew for certain. when you marry the charming park jongseong, he sweeps you away to his gothic mansion that he lives in with his sister and away from all the tragedies your old life has dealt you. but, soon you find out that jay and his sister, along with the sinking mansion, harbors secrets that are too dark to keep hidden beneath the red clay the mansion sits on. with your ghostly visions and newfound ability to communicate with the dead, you learn that not all ghosts are made up of flesh and blood.

❛ 박종성 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ 𓈒𓈒 ❨ 歌 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❩ 𓄵 𝓯𝒕. optometrist!jake & lady jimin!jay’s twin sister (oc) 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗍!𝗃𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 ＆ 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝟣𝟫𝟢𝟢𝗌 𝖺𝗎 ✴︎ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ＆ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴／𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘫𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘢… 𓏸 12OO 𝗼𝗳 27,OOO ╱ 𝓶. list ╱ 𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟯𝟬𝘁𝗵

( 𝓷 )。 aaaa here’s the teaser!! i’m so excited to write this, crimson peak is a movie i love so so much so i hope when this fic is finally released that i do it justice hehe~~ (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) let me know what you think of the teaser and if you’re excited for it!! enjoy!!! ♡♡♡ minors do not interact, you will be blocked. you must have an age listed on your profile for me to add you to the taglist.

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Ghosts are real. This much, you know.

Snow whips through your loose hair and makes your haggard breath cloud like smoke in front of your face, hiding the range of emotions your expression shifts between. You stare at your bloodied hand hovering in front of you and the ruined, bloodied sleeve of your white nightgown, nearly frozen tears falling down your even colder bloody cheeks. The snow paints the already bare scenery a hazy white, covering anything and everything in sight, save for one singular color that is too overwhelming not to be seen. One color that is forever burned into the deepest and darkest corners of your memory, and one you’d never ever forget.

A deep crimson red.

Your breath comes out shaky and you almost couldn’t feel the wild frigid air nipping at your fingertips and blood-splattered nose. Nor could you almost not feel the pain in your cheek from the deep gash across it. Almost. You inhale sharply, letting the newfound emotions settle and linger inside of you like the sun coming up over the horizon. A new dawn awaits over the peaks of the dark spires that you turn your back towards.

Finally, you breathe out a sigh of relief. This one more steady.

The first time you saw a ghost, you were ten years old. The year was eighteen eighty-seven and the memory of your mother was still fresh in your mind, and the heartbreak of losing her was at the forefront of it. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that she was actually gone, that you wouldn’t ever be able to see her again—snuggle up to her when you were scared or twirl in front of her with one of your new dresses that she had made especially for you.

Perhaps, at least you once thought, that this was all a manifestation of your grief.

You would never be able to say goodbye to her, would never hear her last words to you that weren’t through a handwritten note passed down to you from your father.

At least, that’s what you thought until the night your mother came back.

Rain fell down hard from the nighttime sky and you swore that the house shook with each growl of thunder. You huddled in your bed, scared out of your mind to even move. By now, you would have ran to your parents bedroom and your mother would’ve tucked you in between her and your father so you could sleep through the rest of the night. But, she wasn’t here anymore, and your father had barely left the room they once used to share since the funeral. The only time you saw him these days were when he was bidding you goodbye before going to work.

The clock loudly ticked from outside of your door and filled the silent room. You kept your eyes trained on the door instead of the shadows dancing along the green floral wallpaper of your bedroom. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It droned on endlessly and made your heart race more and more with each move of the hand.

You turned away from it finally, deciding to try and finally get some sleep, and to the wall. Your breathing refused to slow and the fact that your back was now turned to your surroundings scared you even more, but you were a big girl now, and you had to be brave without your mother’s help.

Clutching the big, ruffled collar of your white nightgown, you were about to close your eyes when you noticed that the ticking clock suddenly stopped. Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaked open slowly. You brought a hand to your mouth and covered it. Your heart raced more and you prayed that it was just your father or the housekeeper as tears began to well up in your eyes.

With bated breath, you turned to look at the door. It was opened to the hallway and as you sat up from your bed, you watched a shadow crawl against the furthest wall down it and to the clock at the end of it. Long, shadowed fingers were outstretched across it until the hallway was basked into darkness and a dark figure stepped forward.

It wore a black dress and a long, black tattered veil over its face. The breath was stolen completely from your lungs along with the words that were stuck in your throat. All you could do for a moment was watch the woman, ragged breaths leaving your parted lips as you tried to gain back the oxygen, as she got closer and closer.

At first, you thought she might’ve been the housekeeper before you looked more closely. The shadowed woman was transparent and with each step forward it was almost as if smoke curled from her ghastly body. Before she could step inside your room, you quickly turned away and curled yourself into a ball, your body shaking as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to force sleep to come; but it refused.

You daringly opened your eyes again and watched as the shadow of the tattered woman laid over you like a thick blanket. Suddenly, a long ghostly hand grabbed your shoulder and the woman leaned over you. Black smoke surrounded you as she began to speak.

“My child,” the ghost started in the disfigured voice of your mother’s, her fingers were skeletal and so was her face. It reminded you of the last time you saw your mother alive and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut again, scared whimpers escaping through your clenched teeth. “When the time comes, beware of Crimson Peak.”

You couldn’t take it anymore and you flew forward, a piercing scream reverberating from your small body. You looked around your bedroom again for the woman, only to find it completely empty—the clock at the end of the hallway ticking away. You got up from your bed hesitantly and walked to the door, examining the hallway. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

It would be years before you would hear that disfigured voice of your mother’s again, the same warning on her black tongue—before you would even begin to understand her desperate plea. You know now that it was a warning from out of time, once that transcended it due to your mother’s love for you, and one that you came to understand only when it was entirely too late.

Black moths circled around the light in the hallway, the candlelight glow barely there from being outshined by the light from the moon pouring in through the hallway windows. You stepped forward into it, your white nightgown dragging along the floor despite you hiking it up a little to walk. Stopping before the light, you stared at the dancing creatures as one of them sacrificed itself to the flame and the other perched on the stand of the light without it.

More moths flittered throughout the hallway, moths that you had never seen before—and certainly not at the amount you saw before you. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you quietly stepped backwards into your bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the sound of the grandfather clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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THE OUTSIDE MV OH MY GOD??????

[faeyun]

before i sign off to take a break, i just want to say thank you all so so much for 900 followers (even tho i’m now almost at a thousand aaa)!!! i love you all hehe, thank you for sticking with me even if i’m not the fastest writer and i don’t have a ton of works out (づ ￣ ³￣)づ♡♡♡

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i can’t believe i just wrote 5.3k words all in one sitting that is absolutely insane of me omg

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guys GUYS!!!!! i think i just finished the longest writing session of my entire life… but i actually reached my goal of 7k words!!! in fact, i got to 7.5k hehehe~~ i’m gonna write more later, but i desperately need a break from my screen

ˋ 𑁍 ⨾ THE HALL OF BLACK MOTH BRIDES 、 ❨ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 ❩

ghosts were real, that’s one thing that you knew for certain. when you marry the charming park jongseong, he sweeps you away to his gothic mansion that he lives in with his sister and away from all the tragedies your old life has dealt you. but, soon you find out that jay and his sister, along with the sinking mansion, harbors secrets that are too dark to keep hidden beneath the red clay the mansion sits on. with your ghostly visions and newfound ability to communicate with the dead, you learn that not all ghosts are made up of flesh and blood.

❛ 박종성 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ 𓈒𓈒 ❨ 歌 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❩ 𓄵 𝓯𝒕. optometrist!jake & lady jimin!jay’s twin sister (oc) 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗍!𝗃𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 ＆ 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝟣𝟫𝟢𝟢𝗌 𝖺𝗎 ✴︎ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ＆ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴／𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘫𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘢… 𓏸 12OO 𝗼𝗳 27,OOO ╱ 𝓶. list ╱ 𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟯𝟬𝘁𝗵

( 𝓷 )。 aaaa here’s the teaser!! i’m so excited to write this, crimson peak is a movie i love so so much so i hope when this fic is finally released that i do it justice hehe~~ (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) let me know what you think of the teaser and if you’re excited for it!! enjoy!!! ♡♡♡ minors do not interact, you will be blocked. you must have an age listed on your profile for me to add you to the taglist.

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Ghosts are real. This much, you know.

Snow whips through your loose hair and makes your haggard breath cloud like smoke in front of your face, hiding the range of emotions your expression shifts between. You stare at your bloodied hand hovering in front of you and the ruined, bloodied sleeve of your white nightgown, nearly frozen tears falling down your even colder bloody cheeks. The snow paints the already bare scenery a hazy white, covering anything and everything in sight, save for one singular color that is too overwhelming not to be seen. One color that is forever burned into the deepest and darkest corners of your memory, and one you’d never ever forget.

A deep crimson red.

Your breath comes out shaky and you almost couldn’t feel the wild frigid air nipping at your fingertips and blood-splattered nose. Nor could you almost not feel the pain in your cheek from the deep gash across it. Almost. You inhale sharply, letting the newfound emotions settle and linger inside of you like the sun coming up over the horizon. A new dawn awaits over the peaks of the dark spires that you turn your back towards.

Finally, you breathe out a sigh of relief. This one more steady.

The first time you saw a ghost, you were ten years old. The year was eighteen eighty-seven and the memory of your mother was still fresh in your mind, and the heartbreak of losing her was at the forefront of it. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that she was actually gone, that you wouldn’t ever be able to see her again—snuggle up to her when you were scared or twirl in front of her with one of your new dresses that she had made especially for you.

Perhaps, at least you once thought, that this was all a manifestation of your grief.

You would never be able to say goodbye to her, would never hear her last words to you that weren’t through a handwritten note passed down to you from your father.

At least, that’s what you thought until the night your mother came back.

Rain fell down hard from the nighttime sky and you swore that the house shook with each growl of thunder. You huddled in your bed, scared out of your mind to even move. By now, you would have ran to your parents bedroom and your mother would’ve tucked you in between her and your father so you could sleep through the rest of the night. But, she wasn’t here anymore, and your father had barely left the room they once used to share since the funeral. The only time you saw him these days were when he was bidding you goodbye before going to work.

The clock loudly ticked from outside of your door and filled the silent room. You kept your eyes trained on the door instead of the shadows dancing along the green floral wallpaper of your bedroom. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It droned on endlessly and made your heart race more and more with each move of the hand.

You turned away from it finally, deciding to try and finally get some sleep, and to the wall. Your breathing refused to slow and the fact that your back was now turned to your surroundings scared you even more, but you were a big girl now, and you had to be brave without your mother’s help.

Clutching the big, ruffled collar of your white nightgown, you were about to close your eyes when you noticed that the ticking clock suddenly stopped. Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaked open slowly. You brought a hand to your mouth and covered it. Your heart raced more and you prayed that it was just your father or the housekeeper as tears began to well up in your eyes.

With bated breath, you turned to look at the door. It was opened to the hallway and as you sat up from your bed, you watched a shadow crawl against the furthest wall down it and to the clock at the end of it. Long, shadowed fingers were outstretched across it until the hallway was basked into darkness and a dark figure stepped forward.

It wore a black dress and a long, black tattered veil over its face. The breath was stolen completely from your lungs along with the words that were stuck in your throat. All you could do for a moment was watch the woman, ragged breaths leaving your parted lips as you tried to gain back the oxygen, as she got closer and closer.

At first, you thought she might’ve been the housekeeper before you looked more closely. The shadowed woman was transparent and with each step forward it was almost as if smoke curled from her ghastly body. Before she could step inside your room, you quickly turned away and curled yourself into a ball, your body shaking as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to force sleep to come; but it refused.

You daringly opened your eyes again and watched as the shadow of the tattered woman laid over you like a thick blanket. Suddenly, a long ghostly hand grabbed your shoulder and the woman leaned over you. Black smoke surrounded you as she began to speak.

“My child,” the ghost started in the disfigured voice of your mother’s, her fingers were skeletal and so was her face. It reminded you of the last time you saw your mother alive and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut again, scared whimpers escaping through your clenched teeth. “When the time comes, beware of Crimson Peak.”

You couldn’t take it anymore and you flew forward, a piercing scream reverberating from your small body. You looked around your bedroom again for the woman, only to find it completely empty—the clock at the end of the hallway ticking away. You got up from your bed hesitantly and walked to the door, examining the hallway. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

It would be years before you would hear that disfigured voice of your mother’s again, the same warning on her black tongue—before you would even begin to understand her desperate plea. You know now that it was a warning from out of time, once that transcended it due to your mother’s love for you, and one that you came to understand only when it was entirely too late.

Black moths circled around the light in the hallway, the candlelight glow barely there from being outshined by the light from the moon pouring in through the hallway windows. You stepped forward into it, your white nightgown dragging along the floor despite you hiking it up a little to walk. Stopping before the light, you stared at the dancing creatures as one of them sacrificed itself to the flame and the other perched on the stand of the light without it.

More moths flittered throughout the hallway, moths that you had never seen before—and certainly not at the amount you saw before you. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you quietly stepped backwards into your bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the sound of the grandfather clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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𖥦 ﴾ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 . . . 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 , 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 , 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ﴿ @innocygnet @heartikeu @tinycatharsis @prkhaven @jaylaxies @bambiihee @fangel @xylatox @whosserina @jellymochii @minaateez @everythingvirgoes @lvrs-street2mmorrow @beomieeeeeeeeeeees @sumsumtingz @riribelle @sunoosgfv @junirohaz @chromenishi @ambi01 @fancypeacepersona @ikeuwoniee @jaeyunsbimbo @riribelle @matchacake2

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[faeyun]

haii ! just wondering to ask if its okay my theme/layout is inspired by urs ? i just wanna make sure if ur okay with it first ><

(note: ur one of my favourite writers on enhablr, ur one of the reasons why im starting to get more into like dark and gothic themes/aesthetic ^^)

hi!! i don’t mind if you take inspiration, as long as you don’t just copy and paste everything yknow? make it your own!! but hehe i’m so happy to hear that i got you more into gothic stuff! i love it so much (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)♡♡

[faeyun]

okay!!!! time to lock in!! (ง •̀_•́)ง my goal for tonight is 4k words but i will be happy if i get 3k!! current word count is like 3.5k??? i’m really trying to get to at least 7k tonight so tomorrow i can pass the 10k mark and be ahead of schedule aaaaa wish me luck!!!

ˋ 𑁍 ⨾ THE HALL OF BLACK MOTH BRIDES 、 ❨ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 ❩

ghosts were real, that’s one thing that you knew for certain. when you marry the charming park jongseong, he sweeps you away to his gothic mansion that he lives in with his sister and away from all the tragedies your old life has dealt you. but, soon you find out that jay and his sister, along with the sinking mansion, harbors secrets that are too dark to keep hidden beneath the red clay the mansion sits on. with your ghostly visions and newfound ability to communicate with the dead, you learn that not all ghosts are made up of flesh and blood.

❛ 박종성 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ 𓈒𓈒 ❨ 歌 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❩ 𓄵 𝓯𝒕. optometrist!jake & lady jimin!jay’s twin sister (oc) 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗎, 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗍!𝗃𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 ＆ 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝟣𝟫𝟢𝟢𝗌 𝖺𝗎 ✴︎ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ＆ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴／𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘫𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘢… 𓏸 12OO 𝗼𝗳 27,OOO ╱ 𝓶. list ╱ 𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟯𝟬𝘁𝗵

( 𝓷 )。 aaaa here’s the teaser!! i’m so excited to write this, crimson peak is a movie i love so so much so i hope when this fic is finally released that i do it justice hehe~~ (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) let me know what you think of the teaser and if you’re excited for it!! enjoy!!! ♡♡♡ minors do not interact, you will be blocked. you must have an age listed on your profile for me to add you to the taglist.

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Ghosts are real. This much, you know.

Snow whips through your loose hair and makes your haggard breath cloud like smoke in front of your face, hiding the range of emotions your expression shifts between. You stare at your bloodied hand hovering in front of you and the ruined, bloodied sleeve of your white nightgown, nearly frozen tears falling down your even colder bloody cheeks. The snow paints the already bare scenery a hazy white, covering anything and everything in sight, save for one singular color that is too overwhelming not to be seen. One color that is forever burned into the deepest and darkest corners of your memory, and one you’d never ever forget.

A deep crimson red.

Your breath comes out shaky and you almost couldn’t feel the wild frigid air nipping at your fingertips and blood-splattered nose. Nor could you almost not feel the pain in your cheek from the deep gash across it. Almost. You inhale sharply, letting the newfound emotions settle and linger inside of you like the sun coming up over the horizon. A new dawn awaits over the peaks of the dark spires that you turn your back towards.

Finally, you breathe out a sigh of relief. This one more steady.

The first time you saw a ghost, you were ten years old. The year was eighteen eighty-seven and the memory of your mother was still fresh in your mind, and the heartbreak of losing her was at the forefront of it. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that she was actually gone, that you wouldn’t ever be able to see her again—snuggle up to her when you were scared or twirl in front of her with one of your new dresses that she had made especially for you.

Perhaps, at least you once thought, that this was all a manifestation of your grief.

You would never be able to say goodbye to her, would never hear her last words to you that weren’t through a handwritten note passed down to you from your father.

At least, that’s what you thought until the night your mother came back.

Rain fell down hard from the nighttime sky and you swore that the house shook with each growl of thunder. You huddled in your bed, scared out of your mind to even move. By now, you would have ran to your parents bedroom and your mother would’ve tucked you in between her and your father so you could sleep through the rest of the night. But, she wasn’t here anymore, and your father had barely left the room they once used to share since the funeral. The only time you saw him these days were when he was bidding you goodbye before going to work.

The clock loudly ticked from outside of your door and filled the silent room. You kept your eyes trained on the door instead of the shadows dancing along the green floral wallpaper of your bedroom. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It droned on endlessly and made your heart race more and more with each move of the hand.

You turned away from it finally, deciding to try and finally get some sleep, and to the wall. Your breathing refused to slow and the fact that your back was now turned to your surroundings scared you even more, but you were a big girl now, and you had to be brave without your mother’s help.

Clutching the big, ruffled collar of your white nightgown, you were about to close your eyes when you noticed that the ticking clock suddenly stopped. Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaked open slowly. You brought a hand to your mouth and covered it. Your heart raced more and you prayed that it was just your father or the housekeeper as tears began to well up in your eyes.

With bated breath, you turned to look at the door. It was opened to the hallway and as you sat up from your bed, you watched a shadow crawl against the furthest wall down it and to the clock at the end of it. Long, shadowed fingers were outstretched across it until the hallway was basked into darkness and a dark figure stepped forward.

It wore a black dress and a long, black tattered veil over its face. The breath was stolen completely from your lungs along with the words that were stuck in your throat. All you could do for a moment was watch the woman, ragged breaths leaving your parted lips as you tried to gain back the oxygen, as she got closer and closer.

At first, you thought she might’ve been the housekeeper before you looked more closely. The shadowed woman was transparent and with each step forward it was almost as if smoke curled from her ghastly body. Before she could step inside your room, you quickly turned away and curled yourself into a ball, your body shaking as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to force sleep to come; but it refused.

You daringly opened your eyes again and watched as the shadow of the tattered woman laid over you like a thick blanket. Suddenly, a long ghostly hand grabbed your shoulder and the woman leaned over you. Black smoke surrounded you as she began to speak.

“My child,” the ghost started in the disfigured voice of your mother’s, her fingers were skeletal and so was her face. It reminded you of the last time you saw your mother alive and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut again, scared whimpers escaping through your clenched teeth. “When the time comes, beware of Crimson Peak.”

You couldn’t take it anymore and you flew forward, a piercing scream reverberating from your small body. You looked around your bedroom again for the woman, only to find it completely empty—the clock at the end of the hallway ticking away. You got up from your bed hesitantly and walked to the door, examining the hallway. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

It would be years before you would hear that disfigured voice of your mother’s again, the same warning on her black tongue—before you would even begin to understand her desperate plea. You know now that it was a warning from out of time, once that transcended it due to your mother’s love for you, and one that you came to understand only when it was entirely too late.

Black moths circled around the light in the hallway, the candlelight glow barely there from being outshined by the light from the moon pouring in through the hallway windows. You stepped forward into it, your white nightgown dragging along the floor despite you hiking it up a little to walk. Stopping before the light, you stared at the dancing creatures as one of them sacrificed itself to the flame and the other perched on the stand of the light without it.

More moths flittered throughout the hallway, moths that you had never seen before—and certainly not at the amount you saw before you. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you quietly stepped backwards into your bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the sound of the grandfather clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

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[faeyun]

concept: dilf yeonjun…single dad yeonjun…. who’s got the hots for his new neighbor hehe she’s so young and vibrant and takes such good care of his daughters when he’s busy and the babysitter no-showed on him… listening to her talk about how badly she wants a family of her own but all of the men she dates always end up to be scumbags… all he can think about is giving her what she wants and making her the mother of his third daughter 🫠

WRITING THIS DOWN RIGHT NOW AAAAAA

[faeyun]

i need to write silver fox yeonjun RIGHT. NOW.