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🌿🍒

< 🍒 the last text sent >

< 상현이 : 14:32:21 > hey are we still meeting tonight to discuss stuff for the next commitee meeting? < 상현이 : 14:32:36 > even if not < 상현이 : 14:32:57 > i think i left my keys from when i was over last time anyways < 상현이 : 14:33:05 > so i'll see you later < 상현이 : 14:33:07 > 😊

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( jiyeon )

[...] "i should warn you," she breaks the silence, because she can't stand it, "you're probably not getting this back." she turns to him, pointing to the text across her chest. "what's it say? can you read it?"

he knows the moment her fingers grasp the hoodie that he won't see it in his closet again but it's not so much of an issue, especially when the fabric swallows her frame in a way that seems as if it's meant for her. like a paper crane folded within maison margiela, she flutters over to his side and he merely makes a noncomittal noise at her comments. he's used to it by now: the jokes about his wealth, the jokes about her lack of, and his response comes in the form of silence whilst he links his arm with her to brave the chill of the early morning.

"uh, house margiela," he says automatically, not because he already knew what it meant but because yeonwoo had told him the first time he saw the words printed across the material. when he breathes out, there's a cold cloud of air in front of his mouth that hides the way the corners turn up into a fond smile, jiyeon's dislike of the silence a habit he's become accustomed to. "it's fine. you look better in it, anyways."

there's a lighter and packet of cigarettes sitting deep in the pockets of his jacket, and he pulls them out now so he can slip it into her hands instead just because the way she's patting down herself is a sight he's much too familiar with. of course, a night walk means a night cigarette -- a night cigarette means he can't stand the quietness either. 2.30am, the wind means he suddenly feels more awake than ever.

"how's your week looking? if you're not too busy, i know a new 24/7 ddeokbokki place opened up down the road." he hasn't let her go for the night, but is already making plans for the next time. "maybe we could go after our library session."

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🌿 - 🥀 (3am drunk text)

< 🥀 a 3am drunk text >

< 문태호 : 03:23:02 > hhhey thank u so much for those tissues yday < 문태호 : 03:23:17 > but if i m being honestttt ... i think i lostthem in the library < 문태호 : 03:23:54 > or someo ne stole them < 문태호 : 03:24:27> #THIEF IN SUA

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( jiyeon )

[ ... ] the mouse nips his finger, then scurries away. "thanks, princess buttercake!" jiyeon calls after it, her attention now squarely on han. "pennybags. what is up with you? focus," she tells him, a dry chuckle escaping. "seriously. you're not halfway done and that's due in nine hours." a yawn betrays her, and she glances at her phone—it's 2:24 AM. "is that the time?" she rubs the heels of her palms to her eyes, fatigue crashing in. pulling up the low neckline of her shirt to keep from spilling out of it, she suggests, "maybe we should go for a walk. is your fancy coffee place open twenty-four hours?"

han's led some ghosts to their study date. not in the literal way he usually does, but in the metaphorical sense that he's lost with the fairies again because it feels more distant than anything each time jiyeon calls his name. everything ends up sounding muted when he can't concentrate on anything other than how his head is thumping to the beat of an oncoming migraine. the only solution is to bite the bullet and act like one more all-nighter won't hurt as much as it inevitably will.

until he gets bitten himself, and the look he throws her when the mouse scurries away is nothing short of (mildly) betrayed. "i can't focus." his words are as clipped as he feels. his chin rests on the palm of his free hand, head tilted as he sets his phone down with the most resounding sigh he can muster up. it's been a while since 2am has been the new 12am, but when 12am was the last 10pm, the resulting effect is a little more than persistent fatigue. jiyeon's company, subsequently, feels like a rescue rope in quicksand. "if you wanted the fancy coffee you could've just asked," he says, and even then he's already shrugging on his jacket with a grin, welcoming the distraction with open arms. "yeah, it is. need a hoodie?"

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✉️

< ✉️ letters to santa >

hey minjung,

i don't really know how to start this letter. i don't really know if i want to, either, but i keep seeing you around after the conversation we had at the party and i can't decide what i'm meant to do with this stupid feeling i get whenever i think about how you looked at me when you were leaving the room. it reminded me about how our last two conversations have been arguments too, and of the last time you had that expression on your face -- like you couldn't stand the sight of me anymore. that you were upset you ever knew me in the first place.

i'm sorry you got the short end of the stick. i knew i was being selfish when i approached you in the first place, and even more selfish when i wanted to keep being close to you even though i knew it couldn't last. i think it was because i liked that it felt normal when i was with you. you didn't know anything about me, and you didn't want to, either. it was enough to just exist in silence, right? to sit next to each other and know that it was fine to not say anything. i miss it. they say it's the little things things that matter the most, and i don't think i realised how much existing alongside you meant to me until you weren't there anymore.

when we had that argument last year, you asked me if i regretted anything. if i felt even the tiniest bit apologetic towards you, and i told you i didn’t.

if you asked me now, i don’t think i could give you the same answer.

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[ sumi ] 🌿🍒🥀

< 🍒 the last text sent >

< 배수미 : 13:32:56 > hey, are we still meeting at 2 outside the student union? < 배수미 : 13:33:14 > idk what im meant to do so so you're going to have to tell me < 배수미 : 13:33:27 > or we can wing it i guess < 배수미 : 13:57:23 > sry for running late do u want coffee

< 🥀 a 3am drunk text >

< 배수미 : 04:14:34 > SUMI < 배수미 : 04:14:51 > ddont sumi < 배수미 : 04:15:12 > sue me < 배수미 : 04:15:28 > do uget it

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DEAR STUDENTS,

‘tis the season indeed, because on top of the usual holiday cheer, today marks exactly one month of anomalyhqs! woohoo! to celebrate, the admin team is releasing a christmas themed ask meme! please REBLOG THIS POST if you’d like to participate, and remember to send a prompt to everyone who’s reblogged this too! as per our rules, ask memes also count towards activity, so we hope this lessens the burden for those of you who are busy celebrating! the admin team would also like to take this time to thank every single one of you for your continued — and may we say, growing! — interest in anomalyhqs, and for making all of this possible! as we have said previously, you are truly the framework of this roleplay, and we couldn’t have done any of this without all of you! thank you for sharing your lovely muses with us, and we hope to see more of it for months and more months to come! but enough yapping — onto the good fun! merry christmas and happy hanukkah to all who celebrate, and as always, stay super! ♡

* 🎁    —    CHRISTMAS GIFTS !

aw shucks, you didn’t have to !    it’s a gift to give, and boy does the sender have a present for you! write a short drabble about the gift you’ve gotten the sender ( either the receiver making / shopping for it, thinking of what to get them, or handing it to them! ), or come up with a small playlist or moodboard that best describes the receiver’s relationship with the sender! and before you ask: yes, you can give coal if you really want to!

* 🌿    —    UNDER THE MISTLETOE !

ugh, that darn weed !    you’re caught shoulder to shoulder in the doorway with the sender, and the only way to avoid the bad luck is to share your super secret text messages! along with the mistletoe emoji, send 🍒 for the last text the receiver sent to the sender, 🥀 for a 3am drunk text the receiver sent to the sender, and 🎀 for a gossip, true or false, that the receiver almost let slip to a curious current member about the sender!

* ✉️    —    LETTERS TO SANTA !

hey santa, what about a gazillion dollars ?    sure thing, kid! we’ll hand it to you only if you draft up a totally honest, no nonsense letter to the sender about the receiver’s truest, deepest feelings about them — y’know, the things they’d never be caught dead saying! ever held your tongue? now’s the time to let it loose!

* 🥚    —    SPIKED EGGNOG !

oh wow, that’s strong !    the eggnog’s been spiked, but you’ve taken too big a gulp to back out now! senders, along with the egg emoji, send the receiver any question you’re dying to know — we all know that alcohol is the greatest truth serum, and the receiver’s drank too much of it to lie!

* ☃️    —    SNOWBALL FIGHT !

hey, who threw that ?!    the new season’s coming up, so you know what that means — the new rally’s soon! senders, send in your house loyalty along with the snowman emoji! receivers, if yours is the same, it means the sender’s tagged you into their fight with a bunch of heckling fans from opposing teams! if yours is different — hell, maybe the sender’s the heckling fan after all! write a drabble or highlight reel of how you think the fight will go! sic ‘em!

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Kurt Vonnegut, based on John Greenleaf, "Maud Muller" // Whittier // Lang Leav // Erica Jong, Becoming Light: Poems New & Selected // @dvoyd // Matt Haig, The Midnight Library // @ojibwa // magazine clipping, on Bronnie Ware's The Top Five Regrets of the Dying // r.h. // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Basil and Josephine Stories

[Requested by @alwaysanangel-neveragod]

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( yeonwoo )

[ ... ] done with the drawing of the boy, he lines the border. "smells good," he says, distracted but affectionate. he doesn't know what it's supposed to smell like, but whatever's in the air warms his heart. when he's done with the border, he starts writing a newspaper caption under the sketch. yeonwoo chuckles soundlessly to himself, quietly pleased, as he fills in the letters. he's almost done. "are you almost done?" he says, inquiring and nothing else.

—

twelve years in and he still doesn't know how to react when yeonwoo's eyes are on him like that. he wonders if it's a consequence of knowing the other -- that each minute with him feels like a second, because yeonwoo's so busy everywhere and nowhere at the same time that han is left to fill in the gaps. he stays still, eyes holding the same amount of curiosity as the other's before he hums and turns back around. fingers on the edge of the wooden spoon, he stirs the contents of the pot just so there's something to focus on besides the faint white noise of his mind. when he responds, the end of his sentence is turned up in a way attributable only to the way he can't help but tease yeonwoo. "so crude that you still bothered to learn it, hm?" han doesn't need to look back to know he'll be greeted with the sight of familiar furrowed eyebrows and he stifles a laugh regardless, pulling one sleeve of his sweatshirt up. "yeah, it's done. i hope you're hungry."

it's not really like him to be apprehensive about something as simplistic as cooking but he still finds himself tapping on the counter's surface to the melody of some silent song, a habit he can't break. anxious because he wants it to be good for him, anxious because he can still feel yeonwoo's eyes on his back when he's flittering around the kitchen to find bowls to serve the jjigae in. "could you get the rice?"

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just wanted to drop a quick message and say so sorry for the delay in replies @_@ had a busy week rip but it should ease up in the next couple of days so pls expect some messages back soon (threat) :^) hope everyones had a good week so far!!

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just wanted to drop a quick message and say so sorry for the delay in replies @_@ had a busy week rip but it should ease up in the next couple of days so pls expect some messages back soon (threat) :^) hope everyones had a good week so far!!

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(yeonwoo)

[ ... ] yet, he knows that he has fared through an entire day, because he vividly remembers spending most of it looking forward to this—coming home. it's while he's working on a translation of 'paradise lost' into an unfamiliar tongue, working on slowing the night to last a lifetime, that he stumbles across a small piece of yellow paper inserted between the pages of his notebook. an unfinished pencil drawing of a boy in a suit sprawled on a bed, feet swinging, surrounded by scattered papers and an open laptop. the translation lays forgotten as yeonwoo finishes the sketch. he breathes in the unfamiliar smell of a homecooked meal and can't help the smile that settles over everything. he looks up, fixating on han's silhouette for a moment, trying to remember the parting of his hair. fond and familiar, "han."

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there's an itch he feels whenever he sits around for too long. it's the itch that accompanies feeling useless, an extra limb he's brought along from his childhood years that he can't quite amputate just yet. the first part of the solution is to keep moving, keep staying busy, keep acting like you're there but not really there because you have a hundred different goals and a hundred different ways to achieve them. han doesn't know what the next step is because he's still stuck on the first one now, glasses sitting low on his nose as he scrolls down on the mousepad of his laptop. cooking comes to him just about as naturally as any other household task does, which means he's a fish out of water. head tilted to the side, other hand on the wooden spoon sitting in the jjigae pot -- yeonwoo's voice is a welcome distraction from the words scattered across the screen.

"hm?" but the unspoken problem about constantly moving is that when you meet someone who makes you want to slow down to a stop, you don't know how to. it's only after he glances over his shoulder, gaze turned to the characteristically doting upturn of yeonwoo's lips that he feels the buzzing in his veins stop for a second. he returns the smile with one of his own, and it doesn't stick to his mouth like glue the way smiles usually do for him. "finally looked up from paradise lost?"

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hey folksss!! im ser n im super hyped to get to know everyone + also bring ryu han to the dash. i have a skeleton of a profile here / an intro underneath w some quickfire plot ideas but otherwise feel free to like this and i'll hit u up to plot, or alternatively feel free to dm me first :^)

ryu han, 27, 2nd year masters' student in criminal law currently living in yellow hall with the power of necromancy, commitee member of together for daehan

only son of the ryu family, a pretty big name in the corporation world (idk what they do exactly but they'own a conglomerate so we can start there)

his family is also notorious for being in a lot of shady dealings though, of course, a paper trail is rarely left so there's never quite enough evidence to accuse them of anything

shoved into the law division of the company where his abilities manifested at 11 during a hit-and-run case (details withheld but it wasn't pretty)

linked his app above regarding his powers but tldr (tldr in a tldr ik its outrageous sorry) he can raise the undead momentarily and manipulate them

as the only one with an ability in his family his parents were super stoked until he left home when he was around 18 because he disagreed with his family's criminal actions and their moral alignments

kindaaa big news in the business world that followed with a lot of "wow he isn't like his parents maybe there's some hope left for them"

in reality, his leaving-the-family was basically orchestrated to get the public slash ryu family enemies on his side. he's still loyal to them in every way, receives money from them, is in contact with them etc but maintains a facade that he lives away on money he earned solely by himself

post-undergrad, started to intern (and still does) at a not-so-big-deal law firm (that pay for his residence, living cost etc but this is basically a paper law firm that's controlled by his family in the end. people just don't know)

takes part in a lot of cases that aren't really national news but are subtler parts of his family's plans ie the factory worker who saw something they shouldn't have getting into a truck accident, the disappearance of a secretary who questioned too much -- he "uses" his power to mitigate the fallouts of those deaths ie by telling the families he communicated with the undead, passing on last words etc but it's just all soppy stuff to get them off their trail

or he summons the undead so they can do the dirty work for him .. the feeling of blood on his hands is sort of physically and emotionally difficult to wash off

literally at university so he can make a bigger name for himself (hence his participation in student politics) and get deeper into the legal system for his parents @_@ can't really imagine a life without them nor is he willing to acknowledge how deeply evil his whole family is but he'll cross that bridge when gets to it

spoiler alert: he is never getting to that bridge

personality wise he kinda thrives off making people feel subtly uncomfortable. doesn't break eye contact when talking, makes off-handed comments that you only realise the biting undertones of five minutes after you leave the conversation, smiles a little too much and especially at the wrong times. not really likeable, not really dislikable, either

all this to say he seems like a walking paradox. you might know he renounced his family's evil ways and chose the life of a just, morally righteous lawyer -- but why does it seem like there's something inconsistently unsettling about him?

regarding how much guilt he feels about participating in his family's dirty dealings -- growing up going to church every sunday means there's a lot to grapple with in terms of religious guilt and whether he's doomed for hell but once again he will cross that bridge when he gets to it and he is never getting to it. it's much easier to pretend he doesn't feel bad and that evil is rooted in nature, not nurture.

quickfire plots include: someone who knew him before he "left" his family; someone who's understandably suspicious of him but can't seem to figure out why; alternatively someone who completely believes in his facade and thinks he's the absolute apostle of justice; ex-friends that fell apart; an ex-friend whose relationship deterotation between them hurt a pinch too much; fwbs; someone he has a soft spot for because they remind him of his younger sister (who's currently 15); someone who he leans on when he overexerts himself and ends up sick; someone who wants to use him to get to his family; someone who keeps seeing him with nosebleeds in the library and isn't sure how much more spare tissue they have left

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“ANTIGONE : For I am a strange new kind of inbetween aren’t I, not at home with the dead nor with the living”

— Anne Carson, Antigonick

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I’ll be your executioner. I’ll join your sword dance. LEE DO HYUN as JOO YEO JUNG | THE GLORY (2022)