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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍    :     the  eclipse,  hongdae,  mapo  district 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄    :      october  the  1st,  late  at  night 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇      :     @sanguiiss

“  no,  no,  no,  that  will  not  do,  ”  insik  insists,  stubborn  brow  set  in  agitation.  the  neonate  beside  him  flinches  at  a  swung  arm  knocking  a  file  folder  out  of  their  hands,  sending  a  cascade  of  sheets  tumbling  to  the  floor.  “  do  you  think  humans  will  take  a  single  look  at  that  and  consider  this  an  event  worth  attending?  on  the  same  simple  printing  paper  they  use  to  entreat  others  to  help  find  their  pets?  you  may  as  well  print  please  ignore  me  straight  across  the  top!  go  back  and  fix  it.  ”  he's  known  for  dour  moods  more  than  a  short  temper.  for  many,  this  is  the  first  time  they've  seen  their  primogen  yell.  but  he  can  hardly  be  blamed  for  fussing  over  the  event  of  the  century,  can't  he?

approaching  footsteps  halt  whichever  other  curses  might  have  left  his  lips,  youthful  face  alight  with  relief  as  insik's  beloved  (  however  loosely  one  may  use  the  word  )  clan  whip  now  arrived  to  set  his  assistants  right.  “  oh,  there  you  are.  better  late  than  never,  eh?  ”  truth  be  told,  they've  never  seen  each  other  work.  sanghyun  takes  care  of  things  in  the  background,  keeps  the  clan  running,  and  insik  looks  pretty  (  on  top  of  his  other  public-facing  duties,  few  of  which  have  anything  to  do  with  the  realm  of  the  kindred  ).  “  do  you  think  a  disc  jockey  would  be  too  much  for  the  prince?  the  mortals  seem  to  enjoy  …  that  type  of  music.  ”

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what  is  the  point  of  living  if  not  for  pride,  ego?  is  it  not  the  mark  of  sentience,  the  ability  to  recognize  oneself  among  a  crowd  of  peons?  pleasure  finds  insik  in  many  ways,  blood  drunk  and  draped  across  his  shoulder,  strewn  across  his  lap,  cascading  down  his  shirt,  soaking  the  toes  of  his  boots,  the  pleasant  throb  in  his  gums  mimicking  a  heartbeat  long,  long  gone.  and  all  the  while,  the  prince  watches  him  with  naught  but  disdain,  too  polite  to  complain  to  his  face.  sanctimonious  prick.  insik  has  never  imagined  what  seoul  would  look  like  without  yi  minki,  but  now  he  can't  wait  ⸻  positively  chomping  at  the  bit,  even.  when  he  pulls  himself  away  from  the  guest  of  honor,  it's  to  avoid  saying  something  he'll  regret.  sharp  looks  exchanged  with  the  rest  of  the  prince's  lapdogs,  there  are  one  or  two  souls  insik  has  seen  fit  to  seek  out  on  a  night  such  as  this.

he's  never  been  one  for  arms,  let  alone  brothers.  but  he  supposes  he  can  manage  exceptions  to  the  rule.  when  kang  seokha  thrusts  some  poor  sap  at  him,  insik  gracefully  guides  the  mortal  to  his  side,  tugging  a  pliant  head  into  the  curve  of  his  neck  as  his  own  lips  find  a  steady,  thrumming  pulse.  “  only  after  everyone  else  had  their  fill,  as  a  proper  host  should,  ”   he  jokes.   “  though  i  could  always  go  for  seconds.  ”

salt  first,  the  tang  of  sweat,  and  then  cheap  beer  assault  his  tastebuds  ⸻  ugh,  a  pre-gamer,  or  a  barhp.  neither  of  these  were  ideal,  the  pitfalls  of  advertising  the  event  to  seoul's  kine  in  search  of  a  wide  buffet.  insik  wrinkles  his  nose  as  he  pulls  away,  prying  his  morsel's  fingers  off  of  him  and  shoving  the  man  (  just  a  tad  harder  than  he  meant  to  )  to  the  ground.  “  eugh,  you  were  right  to  abstain,  my  friend.  i'll  need  to  wash  that  out  of  my  mouth  as  soon  as  possible.  that  will  teach  me  not  to  trust  your  judgment,  eh?  ”

who : open [ 0 / 4 ] . where : itaewon, the prince's farewell party .

here, in the crush of dancing, sweat-slick bodies, under flashing lights that wash the club in blue, red, green, and then blue again — it's easy to see how even humans spend their nights here to feel even more alive. for seokha, the thump of the bass reverberating through his bodies feels like a heartbeat — a medical pacemaker for the undead — or at least what he remembers a heartbeat to feel like.

his eyes light up when he sees someone he recognizes to be a vampire. "have you eaten yet?" his expression takes a shape a little too deliberate to come off as truly doting, but the words seem sincere nonetheless. or as sincere as they'll ever be for someone like seokha, where every other sentence is spoken like he's letting his conversation partner in on a joke. he deliberately drops his gaze from the person who just joined him to the human leaning against his side, practically drooling on his shoulder. whether the human has had one too many to drink, or has been dominated by the scourges who are currently circulating the floor like hunting sharks — is anyone's guess.

he smiles as he leans forwards, as simple and as complicated as any of his smiles, shrugging off the human from leaning against him none too subtly in the process. the human slumps forward, as if nodding at the other partygoer. “well, go on if you'd like. i'm not too keen on the cologne he chose to wear tonight, myself. ”

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⚰️ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑳𝒀 .ᐣ

inspired by the likes of 언니, 이번 생엔 내가 왕비야's sir elco, house of the dragon's ser criston cole, fire emblem: three houses's sylvain josé gautier, 呪術廻戦's geto suguru. exploring themes of devotion & disillusionment, guilt & grudges, beauty in bitterness, hedonism in heartbreak.

waddup fam ? welcome to the clurb ! nines comin' in hot with toreador primogen go insik, a big dumb - dumb baby of a man who has never gotten over any slight in his life. feel free to pop a like onto this bad boy and i will reach out in dms, or add me on ds.crd as father.figure !

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go insik is a total has - been. i've heard he's a complete loser.

born in 1722 and embraced in 1749, insik was a court painter in joseon who would've made a name for himself if he didn't become a vampire.

in his vampirism, he mentored two of the three wons ( and is it any wonder where hyewon's erotic bent came from ), but in un - life was forced to leave the renown to his pupils.

embraced by his lover, a noble lady in the king's harem who swore up and down that they would live a life of luxury and beauty together. little did he know, he was not the first pretty man she had made this pitch to.

eventually, lady cheon grew tired of him and moved onto new things ( new men ), leaving insik embittered and heartbroken.

attained a good reputation with the court during the occupation because he used his art to ferry messages for the resistance. perhaps the most active he's ever been in caring about the outside world ( but mostly because it affects him also ).

became the toreador primogen because, well, it's nice to be needed. he's fairly bland as a leader, willing to listen when people complain to him but not exactly as proactive as some would like. ran an excellent campaign, though ! prone to shrugging and saying his hands are tied or passing off any work to his clan whip ⸻ but not afraid to yap during council meetings at all. in fact, it's probably harder to get him to stop talking, if anything.

currently makes his living as a webtoon artist. beyond his signature art style, readers recognize him for the similar character archetypes he always employs, namely his sensitive and artistic male leads and the dark - haired, two - faced villainesses constantly standing in the leading couple's way.

fairly unintimidating as far as camarilla go, open to working with the anarchs as needed ( as in, if they can take care of the dirty work for him ). for the past few years, he's grown quite happy and complacent with his position. but after minki announced that he was leaving the city, insik has gotten it into his head that it may not be so bad to be the prince.

he's not entirely delusional. but like. what if, though ?

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anarch buddy : a not - juliet to his romeo. the distinction between factions is minimal to you, idealogical disputes with insik aside.

the one that got away : ( aka the wc on the main ) an old friend turned lover, the one person he thought could heal his heart after noble lady cheon smashed it into pieces. it didn't work out ⸻ wrong place, wrong time, simply fate, who knows ⸻ but he somehow manages not to harbor resentment for you. he's pretty shocked about it too.

siblings : fellow childer of lady cheon. bonus points if she spent more time with you than the fifty years she spent with him.

tattoo artist : technically speaking, you aren't the artist ⸻ insik is. your duty as the blood mage is to work it permanently into his skin, bypassing caine's curse. but after all this time collaborating ( and favors accrued ), you're something like friends, aren't you ?

usurper : he's bad at his job. painfully terrible at it, in your opinion. with a period of upheaval on the horizon, the opportunity to wrest his position into worthier hands approaches. whether or not he realizes your scheming is another question entirely.

wayward childer : former childer of his. insik was not a good father or mentor, but neither was he a bad one. an adequate protector, he did all that was expected of him as a sire. maybe you resent him for overselling immortality, or maybe you've just become distant as you've spread your wings.

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seeking, yearning, reaching hands

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⁘Jungkook⁘ ↳ Vogue Korea | Behind the scenes [09/29/2023]

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i need blood i mean fuck i mean fucking in blood i mean

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date idea: i bite you

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🥀 𝖌𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖐 ⸻⸻⸻ toreador primogen, intro. threads. muse. debauched by nines, affiliated with vitaefm.