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               REGARDLESS  OF  THE  VALIDITY  OF  THE  ENGINEER’S  COMPLAINTS,  SUMIN  APPRECIATES  ARTISTIC  VALUE  IN  BUILDING  DESIGNS,  PERHAPS  AS  EQUALLY  AS  PRACTICAL  VALUE.  After  all,  grandeur  and  beauty  cannot  be  overstated  in  the  world’s  most  famous  buildings—  they’re  tourist  attractions  for  a  reason,  and  past  civilizations,  while  perhaps  ruled  by  vainglorious  leaders,  understood  the  appeal  of  aesthetics.  Boring  and  grey  office  buildings  threaten  to  overtake  every  cityscape  nowadays;  she’d  rather  people  like  Ozzy  overhaul  the  field.

       ❛❛I’m  sure  you  could  figure  it  out—  mathematical  perfection  is  beauty  in  and  of  itself.  It  would  be  an  interesting  design  philosophy  for  one  of  your  projects,  now  that  you  bring  it  up.❜❜  She  muses  with  a  shrug,  taking  another  bite  out  of  her  apple.  Sumin  doesn’t  think  she’s  ever  seen  Ozzy  get  angry,  so  she  imagines  the  engineers  sitting  through  the  world's  most  earnest  and  polite  lecture.  She  snorts  and  shakes  her  head.  ❛❛If  I  may  advise  you,❜❜  she  turns  towards  them  with  a  smile.  ❛❛Take  an  authentic  sword  with  you  and  gesticulate  wildly  with  it.  People  are  most  eager  to  agree  with  you  under  the  threat  of  unimaginable  violence.❜❜

there  was  a  certain  amount  of  beauty  entangled  around  bath.  ozzy  was  particularly  allured  in  as  soon  as  they  first  roamed  the  campus  a  couple  years  back.  they  were  more  than  glad  to  get  to  explore  new  hidden  gems  and  share  the  spots  they've  grown  to  to  adore.  still,  people  would  take  shit  anywhere.  some  things  never  changed,  but  suppose  there  was  something  comforting  about  that  too.  ozzy  was  the  type  to  see  the  positivity  in  just  about  anything.  sometimes  it  could  come  off  a  bit  obnoxious  and  they'd  do  their  best  to  settle  down  the  radiant  beams  that  often  rayed  off  their  being.  〝                                   what's  wrong  with  dreaming  big,  y'know?  like,  maybe  there  ends  top  be  a  mathematical  equation  to  make  my  the  structures  work,                  〞they  mused  out  with  a  small,  yet  playful  pout  playing  on  their  features. 

one  foot  in  front  of  another  worked  on  autopilot,  but  ozzy's  gaze  remained  on  taking  in  their  surroundings.  wind  lightly  brushed  against  their  cheeks  and  when  ozzy  looked  up,  past  the  overhanging  trees,  the  sun  still  blared  down  and  kissed  the  green  grass  long  the  sides  of  the  pavement.  they  blew  a  raspberry,  kicking  off  a  pebble  to  roll  into  the  dirt  rather  than  by  its  lonesome.  〝                                   no  names  necessary  –  i'll  be  sure  to  give  every  engineering  major  a  very  long-winded  lecture.  then,  suddenly,  they'll  all  switch  curriculum.  you'll  see.                  〞

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               A  SUDDEN  SPIKE  OF  EFFORT  HAS  TO  BE  MADE  TO  KEEP  WHAT  REMAINS  OF  HER  PATIENCE,  BUT  SHE  MANAGES  TO  TAKE  THE  REIN  OF  HER  HARDLY  RESTRAINED  AGGRESSION  TOWARD  BASH.  Sumin  doesn’t  know  what  she  has  to  explain.  The  situation  should  be  easy  to  grasp.  Sebastian’s  implication  that  she’s  tripping  on  something  says  a  lot  about  him,  but  Sumin  bites  her  tongue—  she’d  like  to  get  the  beetle  out  of  the  dormitory  and  carry  on  with  her  afternoon.

       ❛❛Oh,  isn’t  it  obvious?  I’m  just  trying  to  put  that  beetle  into  this  tupperware  for  a  crispy,  microwaved  beetle  snack.❜❜  Sumin  explains  like  a  hissing  snake,  pointing  from  one  thing  to  another.  After  a  pause  in  which  she  glares  at  him, waiting for him to catch on,  she  sighs  and  shoves  the  tupperware—  for  the  second  time—  into  his  hand.  ❛❛You  need  to  catch  that  beetle  so  that  I  can  take  it  outside.  You’re  taller,  you  scared  it  away,❜❜  she  gesticulates.  ❛❛Can  you  keep  up?❜❜

offense  wasn't  taken  at  the  sneer  that  coated  sumin's  features.  he  tended  to  have  that  impact  on  people,  most  automatically  rolling  their  eyes  when  he  stepped  a  foot  to  close.  he  didn't  mind  it.  part  of  him  was  amused  by  the  effect.  so  he  didn't  bother  correct  the  same  as  it  was  rather  meaningless.  he  doubted  it  would  become  necessary  for  the  other  to  catch  his  attention.  still,  to  be  halted  in  place  for  reasons  unknown  was  a  bit  uncalled  for.  he  didn't  exactly  enjoy  wasting  time  over  nothing.

there  were  more  than  likely  a  few  valid  reasons  to  be  stopped  harshly  before  entering  the  room.  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  bash  was  met  with  a  punch  in  the  phase  just  by  showing  up  into  the  wrong  place,  wrong  time.  while  this  didn't  exactly  have  those  kind  of  stakes,  bash  was  still  caught  off  guard  with  sumin's  repulsiveness  to  his  interruption.  over  a..  〝                                   come  again?                  〞bash  had  questioned,  features  scrunched  as  gaze  lingered  from  sumin's  stance,  to  the  tupperware,  to  the  pale  wall  with  a  beetle  roaming  the  free  land.  〝                                   what  exactly  are  you  tripping  on  and  can  you  share?                 〞bash  stated,  a  half  chuckle  leaving  him. 

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DREAMS AND ORANGE SLICES.

✴ ˚ — closed starter, written for @livebedroom !

               SUMIN  TRACKS  THE  OVERHEAD  CLOUDS  AS  SHE  EXITS  TO  THE  OUTDOOR  SEATING  AREA,  BALANCING  A  FOOD  TRAY  FROM  THE  DINING  HALL  AND  PAUSING  TO  FIND  A  SEAT  AMONG  THE  SCATTERED  CROWD.  Her  gaze  shifts  with  a  gust  of  wind  that  flutters  through  the  tousled  hair  of  a  familiar,  slouching  figure.  He’s  alone  and  occupying  the  furthest  table,  and  though  he’s  facing  away,  Sumin  recognizes  him  in  a  quiet  heartbeat.  She  gives  no  warning  of  her  intrusion  as  she  takes  the  seat  across  from  him  with  a  short  glance, lowering  her  tray  and  setting  her  bag  aside.  It’s  been  a  week,  maybe  more,  since  she’s  seen  Desmond.  They’ve  never  made  it  a  habit  to  hang  out  when  Subin  isn’t  around,  but  it’s  not  a  rare  occurrence,  either;  Sumin  is  more  inclined  to  stick  around  the  fewer  people  there  are,  and  there  are  always  people  around  Subin,  but  Des  is…  well,  he  does  not  make  friends  as  easily.

       A  minute  goes  by  until  she  acknowledges  his  presence,  peeling  the  sticker  from  her  orange  and  leaning  across  the  table  to  stick  it  right  on  his  forehead.  The  breeze  pushes  his  hair  aside,  and  Sumin’s  lips  curve  upwards,  eyes  alight  with  childlike  amusement.  One  fingernail,  then  another,  dig  into  the  fruit.  ❛❛I  bet  you�� half  of  my  orange  that  you  can’t  guess  what  I  dreamt  last  night.❜❜

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               SUMIN  SITS  CRISS-CROSS  APPLESAUCE  ATOP  LYLA’S  BED  WITH  HER  CHIN  IN  HER  HAND,  LEANING  TOWARD  THE  BINDER  OF  DVDS  THAT  THEY  FLIP  THROUGH  WITH  SOME  AMOUNT  OF  PRIDE.  Sumin  watches  with half-interest;  she’s  intrigued  despite  paying  little  attention  to  movies,  but  she  attributes  her  amusement  to  the  grey,  glinting  disks  in  the  sleeves.  Lyla’s  odd  assortment  of  choices  is  at  least  unique.  With  a  raise  of  her  eyebrow,  she  glances  at  them.  She  doesn’t  care  to  interrupt  their  rambling,  content  to  float  in  orbit  while  they  go  on  about  the  topic  without  showing  concern  over  whether  Sumin  is  interested.  At  least  one  person  is  having  fun;  Sumin  doesn’t  cut  in  until  Layla  expects  her  to  say  something.

       ❛❛Okay,❜❜  She  has  no  fucking  idea  what  Layla's  going  on  about,  but  she  came  here  to  hang  out,  and  she  supposes  that  is  what’s  happening.  ❛❛Can  you  pick  the  movie  that  made  you—❜❜  she  waves  in  their  face.  ❛❛—Like  this,  so  that I might understand  what  you’re  saying?❜❜

LOCATION  :  their ( or someone else's !! ) dorm  (  @langstonstarters  )

“i'm  telling  you,  nobody  appreciates  a  good  bad  movie  these  days.”  an  oxymoron?  well  yes,  but  they  know  what  they  mean.  not  their  fault  if  you  can't  keep  up.  they're  sitting  on  the  bed  flipping  through  their  binder  of  dvds  (  yes,  like  this  is  2006,  she  likes  physical  media,  leave  her  be  )  and  pulling  out  a  selection  of  movies  and  broadway  bootlegs  burned  onto  disks  for  the  other  to  choose  from.  “i  blame  everyone  wanting  to  be  some  big  blockbuster.  all  the  best  so  bad  they're  good  movies  are  weird  little  midbudget  flicks.”  still  hasn't  looked  up,  or  given  them  much  space  to  get  a  word  in  edgewise.  “the  best  movies  are  the  ones  you  pull  out  of  the  big  bin  at  walmart.  or  pre-high  school  musical  obscure  dcoms.”

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THE CRUMBLING ABBEY.

✴ ˚ — open starter @langstonstarters  !

             THE  WEST  WIND  RUSTLES  THE  LEAVES  OF  A  TREE,  AND  BRIGHT  WHITE  CLOUDS  FLIT  RAPIDLY  BEYOND  THE  CRUMBLING  ABBEY  SUMIN  FINDS  HERSELF  LYING  AMONGST.  She  takes  note  of  the  bird  calls  that  pour  from  every  side—  throstles  and  blackbirds,  the  book  lectured  on  her  way  here,  but  the  book  is  forgotten  somewhere  in  the  vicinity,  and  Sumin  is  watching  tendrils  of  wispy  smoke  rise  from  the  cigarette  hanging  loosely  between  her  lips,  fading  into  the  expansive  blue  sky.  She  hears  the  snap  of  a  twig  and  the  telltale  sound  of  footsteps  nearing,  and  for  a  second,  she  contemplates  making  a  run  for  it,  but  one  glance  at  her  bleeding  knee  keeps  her  firmly  earthbound.  Instead,  she  sighs  and  hopes  for  the  pain  to  numb.  While  walking  here,  she  tripped  over  a  stone  jutting  out  of  the  grass  and  happened  to  land  knee-first  on  a  second  stone,  which  is  just  her  luck,  although  she  shouldn’t  be  surprised.  She  had  her  nose  stuck  in  a  book,  after  all—  a  stupid  book  about  stupid  birds.

When  the  figure  approaches,  Sumin  decides  to  play  dead,  despite  the  lit  cigarette  still  trapped  between  her  lips.  She  closes  her  eyes,  relaxes,  and  waits  for  them  to  get  closer.  When  they  do,  she  sits  up  suddenly,  opening  her  eyes  wide  and  summoning  an  awful  screech  from  her  throat.  ❛❛BOO!❜❜

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ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON.

✴ ˚ — closed starter, written for @pclarcld !

               WHEN  SUMIN  SETS  OUT  TO  WANDER  THE  CAMPUS  GROUNDS  WITH  OZZY,  THEY  END  UP  FOLLOWING  A  TRAIL  OF  FLOWERING  VINES  THAT  SCALE  TOWARDS  ONE  OF  THE  SCULPTED  INSTALLATIONS  IN  THE  COURTYARD.  Insects  hum  dreamily  about  some  of  the  plants,  and  pipits  sing  high  overhead,  and  the  blue  sky  shines  cloudless  beyond  the  horizon.  Sumin  takes  a  bite  out  of  her  apple.  The  gush  of  fresh  juice  makes  her  forget  that  her  next  class  starts  in  less  than  an  hour.

       ❛❛I’m  just  relaying  what  I’ve  heard  from  the  engineering  majors,❜❜  she’s  saying  to  them  as  the  two  walk  in  step,  frowning  when  a  group  of  students  passes  them  without  giving  them  a  wide  berth.  She  levels  a  glare  at  them.  She  will  remember  their  faces.  ❛❛They  think  you  architecture  majors  are  clueless.  It’s  always  complaints  about  how  much  your  artistic  pursuit  never  stops  to  consider  the  practical  aspects  of  structures  and  buildings,  and  about  the  number  of  potential  building  code  violations  they  find  in  designs.  I  can  give  you  their  names,  if  you  want.❜❜

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WE ARE ALL BUGS ON THE WALL.

✴ ˚ — closed starter, written for @pclarcld !

               THE  SMALL,  BLACK  BEETLE  CRAWLS  UP  THE  WALL—  IT  LOOKS  LIKE  A  DOT  SLOWLY  MOVING  ACROSS  A  LARGE,  WHITE  EXPANSE—  IT’S  SEEMINGLY  ENDLESS  FOR  SOMETHING  OF  ITS  SIZE,  AND  SHE  FEELS  A  SENSE  OF…  KINSHIP.  They  are  all  bugs  in  this  world,  really.  Sumin  is  enthralled  for  a  moment,  forgetting  what  she  meant  to  do  with  it;  the  clear  tupperware  is  forgotten  in  her  hand,  hanging  by  her  side,  as  she  watches  in  quiet  wonder.  Then  disturbance  arrives  all  too  quickly  when  someone  walks  into  the  common  room  and  self-awareness  finds  her  like  a  bullet.  Sumin  looks  over,  ready  to  return  to  her  task,  but  feels  a  prickle  of  annoyance  at  who  she  makes  eye  contact  with.  A  long,  heavy  sigh  leaves  her  lips—  it’s  a  common  response  upon  seeing  Sebastian,  or  Bash,  or  whatever  he  likes  being  called.

       ❛❛Samuel,❜❜  she  sneers,  then  notices  that  the  beetle  has  been  startled  out  of  reach  upon  his  gangly  entrance,  and  she  feels  like  he’s  suddenly  at  fault  for  there  being  any  beetle  inside  to  begin  with.  Fucking  asshole.  Turning  to  face  him,  she  shoves  the  tupperware  into  his  chest  before  he  can  enter  the  room  any  further.  ❛❛Look,  man,  you  scared  it.  Now  I  can’t  reach  it.❜❜

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     ―  especially  at  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...  i  worry  over  situations  i  know  will  be  𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.                 perhaps  it's  just  𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍―  day  after  day  it  reappears,                            𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  after  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  my  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭  shows  the  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑;                                               𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒  appear  and  fade  away. 

                 MOON  SUMIN  written  by  KIT  (she/her)  for  FLEELANGSTON.

MOON SUMIN, mathematics & astronomy major at LANGSTON. most likely to open pandora's box 2: electric boogaloo. BRILLIANT, INSIGHTFUL, SOLITARY & OBSESSIVE. ( yang hyeji. 23. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. )

BACKGROUND: (tw: medical problems & infidelity)

It began at the dawn of what almost wasn’t. The Moon twins were born in need of immediate medical attention— so immediate that they weren’t held in their parents arms for days— but after Sumin recovered from her respiratory issues that were caused by getting tangled in the umbilical cord (it was around her neck), she overall retained decent health. On the other hand, Subin’s heart had a hole, and he would never really recover, and Sumin would move into the shadow of his chronic illness. She would learn to separate by shapes and colors, to build wooden towers, to solve puzzles and color within the lines in hospital waiting rooms. One could view her childhood and hope to surmise that her burden to bear was neglect, given that the household’s attention favored, reasonably, one child, but Sumin’s solitude never felt like someone lost sight of her, and if they did, it was by her machinations.  The impassivity of the stars was passed on to her early on; while one twin was loud to prove he was alive, the other was quiet with the confidence that she was. Subin couldn’t depend on life, so he grasped it around white, tight knuckles, and Sumin, merely an observer, took to no great lengths or desperation as she grew up; she was unimpressed by her circumstances— unimpressed by the shadow of tragedy that held her brother and brushed tendrils with her. Under these circumstances, she would not be spurred to jealousy, or to envy her brother; she would simply be moved to silence, and understand from an early age that nothing beyond her consciousness revolved around her, and that it was a scientific miracle to be alive at all. Of course, as a child, she could not articulate any of it, so she would live through domestic distress as if she were elsewhere, and cherish Subin’s health with no sense of resentment. On the other hand, this quiet child mostly showed joy when Subin was well enough to spend time with her playing, or joining her in school; her calendar’s counted down his recovery periods after major surgeries, and she would plan parties and ceremonies, once even declaring him as the “undead king”, which she even went through the trouble of procuring a Burger King crown for, and which their parents didn’t entirely appreciate when she revealed the ghastly theme of his ‘get well soon’ celebration.  While Sumin’s quiet impassivity moves her through life’s hardships, such as her father’s affair when they were children, she is motivated to pursue life by an intense realization of its incomprehensible nature that makes curiosity irresistible, and a good life desirable. She is a girl full of introspection and feelings of displacement, like she realized too early how terribly and impossibly big everything is, causing her to flit between content resignation and periods of existentialism, nihilism, and absurdism, and sometimes all four at once.  Being drawn to the incomprehensible, she took an interest in the universe and whatever lies beyond. Contrary to her brother, however, Sumin picked up on much more practical studies, as she’ll point out with some degree of snobbishness, since numbers are her perfect guide— with so much uncertainty growing up, she found comfort in discovering concrete and objectively correct answers to smaller, tangible problems. So, despite both of them nearly dying at birth, the Moon twins grew up with exceptional minds. In her humbled adult years, she simply hopes to make some form of meaningful discovery of the cosmic variety; to be a part of something that helps man along in their quest of understanding anything at all. 

PERSONALITY:

Sumin can be accurately described as a “weird girl”, despite how shallow and uninspired it sounds. We all went to school with a “weird girl”, and there are countless of “weird girls” all around, and if you really think about it, everyone is “weird” by their own variety. But let me explain with examples, aka, headcanons: 

Sometimes Sumin is so concerned with deadlines that she forgets to shower and does really stink, (and to be fair, she also forgets to eat and sleep) but most of the time, she can’t stand uncleanliness to the point of having minor freakouts when dishes are run through a dishwasher instead of getting washed by hand. Living with her is like living with an evil catholic nun on a bloody crusade against mess and disorganization. 

She also stubbornly engages in bizarre, contradictory behavior that borders on roleplay for “the bit”. As in, all of her emails, her text messages, and any written word received by her reads like it was written by a late 1800s socialite who has no enemies but is despised by their friends. 

The only reason that she’s on social media is so that she can do her “bit” and annoy an even greater number of people. 

She has three pet rats that she named after the Three Stooges. 

She does not drink or do drugs because she would never willingly impair herself (unless it’s really funny), and she only ever goes to large gatherings where there’s a mosh pit because she will need it to “vent her violent tendencies.” 

Her honesty is the most apparent thing about her, and while it’s good to have an honest friend by your side, she’s led by logic and practical solutions almost to a fault. Although she can perfectly grasp emotional turmoil in others (her empathy levels are fine), and when all things are considered, she’s patient and understanding, if someone is turning to her for emotional support, there’s a good chance that they’ll leave worse off than they were before. 

Sumin understands social cues but she doesn’t abide by them most of the time. She’s only ever been able to retain friendships with people who are as socially aware as she is. 

She is out of touch with popular contemporary artists. She typically listens to classic rock from decades past or death metal. It’s easy to tell when something happened because she’ll blast death metal while solving mathematical equations for hours at a time— it’s her most effective coping strategy. 

My biggest inspiration for her is Dennis from It’s Always Sunny, but with Charlie’s sex life— or rather, lack of. 

She does not partake in hook-up culture and is generally sickened by it, which is odd, considering that she has no meaningful romantic aspirations such as finding ‘the one’. It is worth noting that she doesn’t hold judgemental views towards sluts; she doesn’t care what other people do, more that she really does get a sick feeling when someone casually shows interest in her. If someone is not openly (and perhaps dangerously) obsessed with her and claims to see god in her eyes, then she is not even remotely interested. 

The times that she has been in love were periods of such intense moods and feelings that she needed several years' worth of recovery from. That said, I am open to romantic plots and connections; I’m sure that there’s one person in the world who could be an exception to this through some manner of special circumstance. 

She has an unhealthy relationship with competition. If anything turns into a competition, she’ll become the most insufferable person on the planet. 

With that said! Ahem, I’m open to all kinds of plots and connections that would challenge Sumin as a character, so to end this, I look forward to plotting with you all! <3 And as a last little character tidbit, here are the runner-ups for her “most likely” award that I spent way too long deciding between until I settled on pandora’s box 2: electric boogaloo:

Most likely to get stuck in a time loop until she gets it right.

Most likely to be visited by a being of pure light.

Most likely to figure out time-travel.

Most likely to spend her life in immersive daydreams.

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Comet C/2023 A3

Credit: Mark Sansom

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Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

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