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rainy ／ for @balletpinks

their paths don’t cross often, they’re in different clubs and majors, but seol remembers remarkable people. they don’t have to be particularly outstanding in terms of social status, their grades, or whatever; it could be their personality. the girl named harumi was one of them. an angel, too kind for her own good. a saint, even. it’s remarkable how in such a place, someone could be so innocent. people like her could be easily taken advantage of, but that’s only what seol sees on the surface. he doesn’t knows her, only ever the silent observer to those in the light.

“stuck? need an umbrella?” the earlier sunny weather had abruptly turned into pitter patters of rain, and it looks like it’s only going to get heavier. seol noticed the girl was stuck in the building, and it didn’t seemed like the girl has an umbrella with her. his umbrella is big enough for two people, why not offer it to the pitiful girl? so he gives a small smile, tilting his head to the side. “i don’t mind sharing it, i’m not in a rush to get to anywhere.” it’s a funny coincidence that now, he has an opportunity to speak with her.

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IT'S ME..!! and this is a starter call :D i'm still on hiatus but please like this post if you'd like a random starter from me, and i'll get to them after my hiatus! seol is in dire need of threads... i may come to you for a bit of plotting if necessary!! hwaryun may need new threads too but i'll post a plot/starter call for him when im officially back! there's quite an amount of new people im seeing around as well so i'm going to quickly link his profile and background (..◜ᴗ◝..) see you guys soon!

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july monthly prompt ／ 001. › theatrical mundaneness.

nothing has changed as seol drifts through the mundane semester listlessly. knowing what results he’ll get from his exams without being informed about it, then quietly watching as a variety of colourful emotions spring around him, be it ambition, stress or conflict.

such dazzling things that could burn him away, he sometimes wonders how it feels like.

“they called me weird, it’s funny, isn’t it?” seol softly talks to someone. “well, i was expecting something worse. like getting slapped, or something.”

the rays of dusk peeks through the curtains, barely touching the leaves. the boy continues to talk about the meaningless things that happened in his life, with her always listening to him silently.

“i saw a girl studying hard recently, carrying a mountain of books with her. i wonder, if that’s the backbone of her life.”

the boy pulls more of the curtains for more shade. the summer sunshine isn’t good for her, otherwise she’ll burn.

“the dance captain still hasn’t come back. even then, he had the guts to approach me earlier. tragic, right?” a heartless laugh erupts from him as he plops down on his bed all alone. he wants to get a smoke, but he’s too tired for that.

“i kissed a girl yesterday, she liked it, but told me i reeked of alcohol. was i suppose to stop? so i refused her, a little harshly to see how she responded… and she looked at me like i was trash.”

whatever that came to his mind, anything ridiculous or pathetic—seol tells her. each time, he’s greeted with silence.

“the end of the month is coming soon too, i have to write another one of those monthly reports to that person…” seol mutters on as he lays his back on the back, looking at the empty ceiling. “at this point, i don’t know what to write. remember last month? i wrote just two sentences, but seems like they’re fine with it.”

a mysterious stranger who allowed him to live his life like this in yeonhwa university, he always wondered how that person benefits from this. he’s never seen their face, and everytime he sends his monthly reports, he never gets an answer back.

he has an inkling it’s someone he knows, but seol has never found out who it is.

“what am i doing with this pointless life?” a question that will never be answered, for as long as he lives. kim seol has applied for multiple clubs, quitted them, joined new ones—yet he’s never found anything that stuck with him. he picked computer science because he thought it’ll be hard, but it wasn’t. he went into theatre and performance to actually act out roles to vaguely figure out his sense of identity, and yet he still feels nothing.

like a cloud in the skies, yet there’s nothing there when you reach out for it.

“do you think i’m pitiful?” if she could answer him, what would she say to him? what does she think about him?

not like it matters, does it? it’s better to live not knowing anything, or loving anything.

this is how he’s lied to himself his entire life.

seol slowly drifts off into a dreamless sleep, uncaring if he naps for too long. he’ll wake up at night, perhaps join one of those ridiculous drinking parties again, pretending to get drunk while making merry. he’ll come back to his room in the morning, and perhaps, write his monthly report if he feels like it.

Hello to my strange sponsor, I’m in my fourth year now, and I completed my exams a while ago. If you send me something back, I’d be in the top 1% for you. I think I’m going to get a mark above average this time, don’t expect anything great though, I’m not smart. Yeonchella happened, it wasn’t fun it was fun I guess? I didn’t do much other than eat, and drink. I didn’t cared. There was this weird kissing booth too, but it was for charity. Sounds like they’re doing something good. It’s stupid. Do I get a ‘thanks’ this time? It’s been years, aren’t you tired of hiding from me? See you next month. From Ahn Eunbyul Kim Seol.

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would you rather be perceived as mysterious, funny, or hot? (you can only pick one)

“what are these questions? haha~ i don’t want any of these, if you want me to be honest. being perceived as mysterious will pique people’s curiosity, it’ll be annoying if they came flocking to me like flies, won’t it? so that’s out of the question. that goes for being hot. when you’re visually attractive, people’s eyes will remain on you no matter where you go, and they’ll approach you for shallow purposes. isn’t that a pain in the ass? that leaves ‘funny’, it has a positive connotation to it no matter what i do that causes you to think i’m ‘funny’. the other two has more neutral perceptions to it, that could easily blur into the negatives. so why wouldn’t i pick the most positive one?”

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what’s the best lie you’ve told and still keep up to this day?

“hmm~ i don’t know. is there a best lie out there? i’ve always lived like this: lying to prevent myself from getting into trouble, lying to save myself, and lying so that i can live like a normal person in society. but if you really want an answer? then maybe… ‘my name is kim seol’. i’ve legally changed my name, but i’ve never seen myself as a person with a name.” he's never quite felt human.

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do you have a favorite potted plant?

“do i?” seol questions, pretending to think about it. “i don’t have a favourite potted plant. to begin with, i have no interest in plants. the only one i’m interested in is her. an aglaonema potted plant, she’s been with me since i was a kid… haha, are you surprised it has such a long lifespan? i’m surprised too. some say it’ll live for up to thirty years, if it’s taken care of well enough. i wonder if she’ll still stay beautiful for another ten years.” it’s the only thing that survived amidst his birth parents’ fights and arguments, and a reminder that the young boy ahn eunbyul once lived.

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secrets ／ for @blvebeary

it’s always strange how seol is part of ophiuchus, isn’t it? that some good-for-nothing smoker and alcoholic who’s never worked hard enough in his life is part of this group, or maybe he’s used some other means to get in—but who knows? whenever questions comes to him about it, he’ll throw in his usual sleazy smile and say whatever is on his mind.

he doesn’t contributes much during club meetings too, seemingly uninterested in tiresome affairs. seol is not alone on this though, he’ll be drawing tic-tac-toe on a piece of paper and then quietly pushing it to seolran, focusing on this childish game instead of the meeting. she tags along with it anyways, the girl has her head up in the air most of the time… or not. from the time seol has known the girl, he realises there’s something off about her.

liars can tell each other apart, can they?

“mn~ on the gossip blog again? i wonder when you’re going to get caught…” he casually teases her one day. when they’re both alone on a day when seol catches her furrowed eyebrows, her stiffened shoulders, or pressed lips. he’s only ever seen the lively side of the girl, and curiosity piques him—how thick is your mask, im seolran?

“i’ve heard of some people being suspicious about your identity on the blog, you know? seems like the exam stress has been getting to you lately?” seol continues on, resting his back against the chair. “got a backup plan if you get exposed then? should i be your knight in shining armour?” in reality, seol has zero interest when it comes to the gossip blog and seolran. he finds such things mundane, yet so laughable at the same time how ugly people could get on the gossip blog.

even then, it’s remarkable how they could reveal their emotions so relentlessly. “c’mon~ talk to me, seolran,” he pesters her again, heartlessly.

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Oh no! Looks like you shared too much last night.

In anticipation of our one-month anniversary, the admin team has decided to release a fun meme for all our members! When we were thinking about opening a group, we truly never imagined that it would get the amount of support we've received so far. From the bottom of our hearts, we'd like to sincerely thank all the members who have been with us since opening, and the ones who have been joining since then. We hope to continue fostering a place where you can develop your muses freely while having fun!

We're sure you're already familiar with the concept, but we'll explain it anyway. By reblogging this post, you will be participating in the honesty hour, where other members can send in questions regarding whatever they want, and your muse will have to answer truthfully. Please remember that this event happens in a vacuum, and the things shared are strictly OOC knowledge, unless stated otherwise. Anything posted from this honesty hour should not impact your muse IC. 

The meme will run from Friday July 18th until Friday August 1st, but if you still have asks to reply after that date, you're free to post them. If you choose to participate, please ensure that you send a question to everyone who has reblogged the post as well, whether this be on your character’s account or on anon. 

Once again, thank you so much for an amazing month, and we hope you have fun with this meme! Go wild! 

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( ✉ ／ fruits basket. ) › we can finally kiss? lol ㅋㅋㅋ

[ ✉ ⤷ message to fruits basket (ophiuchus gc) ]  ↳ hey all. i have a shift at the stupid kissing booth tomorrow from noon to 1 pm. ↳ if any of y'all have been wanting a kiss on the cheek from yours truly, tomorrow would be the perfect time to make it happen. ↳ it's for a good cause... i guess. some charity or whatever. ↳ also, the cheer team can't lose to a bunch of meaty jocks. we need to raise the most money, so drop by and pay the 5000 won before my next blog post is exclusively on all of us. ↳ haha... i'm just joking. :) (@serpentspirits @weakkness @tenshicide @stagedown @snowsorrow @gildeddulcet @fatalmisery @lovehighways @loftyfalls @virtualbeauties @sharpeztlives @moncoeurseo )

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seol has never liked crowded festivals like this one. before long, the stench of body odour mixed with various other environmental factors would reach his nose. then he’ll see waves of slimey-looking swirls around, trying to keep him in the crowd. he’s used to seeing such sights, but at the end of the day, it’s still overstimulating when combined with the noisy music. he leaves the festival. forgoing all of his plans that he’s made with friends… or strangers, that would probably get mad at him for ditching them out of nowhere.

dragging himself to some afterparty under the stars with nothing but a bottle of unopened soju, he sits down to gaze upon the night sky. it’s quieter here, even though it’s around the time for more people to come around. this peaceful tranquility—it’s mundane. seol wonders, where’s the beauty within the little twinkling stars, hopelessly shining while being surrounded by darkness? he can’t see any of it. when dawn breaks the stars will disappear, as if they never existed to begin with. for what reason, do they shine then?

his train of thoughts were cut short by approaching footsteps. at the corner of seol’s eye, he sees a familiar person. instinctively, he smiles even before the latter says anything at all. oh, pitiful asakura touma who vanished like the wind, leaving his responsibilities to him and acting as if he didn’t sank into the abyss. is there any piece of guilt that’s tugging at your swollen heart?

“then you should try to get to know me better, touma-san~” seol sighs dramatically as he rests his cheek against his palm. with his free hand, he raises his soju bottle, waving it in touma’s face. he doesn’t comments on the leader part. not now, not yet. “if you’re proud of me, gimme a reward? like a kiss?” touma is used to this by now, but the very least he could do is indulge in his meaningless words, right?

a soft, yet insincere laughter comes shortly after, “if you’re that cold, some alcohol in your body would warm you up.” the boy drops the soju bottle in between them. “the stage area gave me a headache, i’m here to cool my head off.”

he doesn’t tear his gaze away from the pitiful boy, continuing to stare at him, as if trying to peer into his soul, waiting for touma to point it out. even if he doesn’t, he’ll still smile tenderly, “i wonder how long do i have the pleasure of looking at this face, before it fades away, like candles in the wind.” there’s never a clear reason for these meaningless words. “if i ask how you have been doing, would you tell me, my real leader?”

starry sky.

loud. touma expected this, of course an abundance of uncontrollable noise would come out of a music festival where the main point is to dance and jump to the music you hear until your ears start bleeding? back then, touma would be part of the crowd, instantly busting some moves, needing to be restrained before he jumps onto the stage and takes over the performance. nowadays, he watches from the faraway end, the images an enthusiastic audience looking up at him slowly fading from memory.

as it eventually nears the end of the concert, touma shuffles over a some distance away from the track field, entering a quieter and more peaceful subspace with high-definition telescopes he never dared to touch before. truth be told, it'd make the perfect date spot for couples looking for some quality time, but he suspects it'll be filled by drunk and exhausted concert attendees who can't make it back to their dorms. it's a good thing touma decides to head over earlier, before it gets too hectic.

touma spots a familiar figure not too far off, an elusive individual who touma remembers needing to find whenever rehearsals are scheduled, always trying to avoid responsibilities and promises. he had gotten used to it, falling into the habit of searching for @snowsorrow and drag him to practice. months have passed without touma popping his head into the practice room though, leaving seol to handle whatever was left behind, leaving no guidelines for him to follow. a part of him feels guilty, but the other part justifies this as karma too.

like touma hadn't disappeared into the wind with little to no signs of life, touma dumps his tired body onto the picnic blanket that seol had been occupying alone, providing only a small wave as a proper greeting. "fancy seeing you here, leader-nim." he pulls his lips into a smile, dimmed under the starry sky above the two of them.

"i didn't take you for a stargazer. look at me, getting to know you even better." he kicks his legs forward, getting comfortable as he breaches seol's space without asking. "even more surprising—you don't smell like alcohol! should i say i'm proud of you?" he laughs, nudging seol with an elbow. "it's been a while, hasn't it?" he doesn't ask how seol is doing, so that seol doesn't return the question. he doesn't ask how the team is faring either, because that piece of information won't do him any good—he doesn't want to know, not anymore.

"it's kinda cold at night," touma muses, rubbing his arm with a sigh, chasing the brief friction of warmth. "i like it though."

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rolls in here and falls. hello! it’s luyi (mun of hwaryun) again, and this time i have a rather different and difficult guy as a humble offering. (..◜ᴗ◝..)

for starters: a “good-for-nothing”, “carefree”, and “average” fourth year compsci major — kim seol, with the label of the gilded liar. he’s so normal (not really). but here is his profile, and his background!

so what’s up with this guy? he’s pretty charming and friendly, great at keeping up with conversations. pretty nice first impressions and all that, then you find out he’s a lazy scumbag who does the bare minimum in life. irritatingly, seol’s charisma and sweet talk makes up for that. that being said, he’s a liar, so maybe everything’s a lie.

want to find out more? hit that like and i’ll be in your dms (or discord upon request!), under the cut will be a short introduction and some very general plot ideas to get the ball rolling!

— short introduction.

born ‘ahn eunbyul’, legally changed his name later in life.

grew up with violent and abusive parents; in one of their fights, they killed each other. seol was then thrown from relatives to relatives, they were afraid that the boy would end up as a bad influence to their kids so he never stayed in one place for long.

at his depths, seol is extremely detached as a person. he doesn’t feels anything. or to be more exact, he doesn’t wants to. to seol, he’s just acting out someone else’s life and using their name for himself. he’s just here, floating listlessly and playing a role that doesn’t belongs to him.

— plot ideas.

the usual classmates and fellow club members! (photography/modern dance) your muse can get along with him, or not. he’s pretty charismatic, and yet it’s also hard to notice whenever he slips out of gatherings.

ophiuchus fellas please… what the hell is this guy even doing here? how did he get here? no one knows. he’s sort of a waste of space, and yet he’s here, for some reason, with a sleazy smile. (be a little careful, he takes note of everything)

alcoholic /hj he’s found in a lot of drinking parties, bars, clubs etc. he drinks soju in broad daylight (spoiler: he doesn’t gets drunk easily but pretends he does sometimes). so perhaps this could be a conversation starter for your muse!

old classmates or schoolmates before the university life. your muse vaguely remembers him by a different name, or a different personality entirely. seol doesn’t confirms it.

something negative… rivals? enemies? it’s easy for seol to get these kind of connections considering how scummy he can be. he’s not the one lighting the fire, but he could be the one adding fuel to the fire bit by bit.

exes! you know how it goes, and it never ends well. he’s also most likely to be the one dumping first, he would dump your muse over his potted plant. (m/f OK) he can be really romantic, but he also believes romantic attachments are redundant.

your muse is really curious about why he’s a little sensitive to scents, but it turns out it’s not that he’s sensitive to the scents itself. seol has olfactory-visual synesthesia and usually doesn’t finds a need to bring it up.

he talks to his potted plant like its his girlfriend, does it weirds your muse out?

your muse picks out his lies. yay. now roast this guy! /lh

these are just plot ideas, im only scratching the surface! i believe a lot of stuff can happen with seol — his character has many layers to it despite being self-acclaimed “average and normal”, so he’s someone who works better with brainstorming plots instead. let’s plot!

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