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kai in ‘rover’

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noa:

the chopsticks make a rhythmic clanking against the side of the bowl and butter sizzles in the pan; it's the sort of cacophony of sound that reminds her of home and of her grandmother. she glances over at wontaek, who stands somewhat uselessly by her. "i know i'm bitching too much at you," her voice is deadpanned and she turns her attention back to the stove, watching the eggs as it cooks and rolling it as she goes. "but like believe it or not i actually do worry about you for some stupid reason, and i don't want to be friends with some loser who's all alone in life because he couldn't figure out how to treat women nicely when he was young and still handsome."

he’s distracted, the mouth of this street holds a secret on the tongue. dare he divulge? ever one to keep his cards close, he’s quieter than normal. tonight noa moves about the kitchen, a force of nature, fussing over their meal and he moves in tandem, pilfering, tasting, perhaps wasting space. he’s thinking – a deadly tendency – about the scenes from a few nights ago, a trashed room, a shocking revelation. not so much paying mind to noa’s nagging as she cooks their dinner for he is cooking up a plan of his own.

he thinks of it, raw in its eagerness to destroy and somehow wontaek finds a lovesong in the wreckage. pardon him, he’s a fast flame. ‘i’m sure we could dream a little bigger.’ a displaced laugh punctuates the remark albeit wontaek’s unsure if she’s joking or not. he considers noa, the way in which the fluorescent light hits her from above, throws shadows under her eyes. her beauty is foreign but one he finds arresting. he’ll draw her one day, perhaps commit her to canvas. ‘listen, there’s nothing wrong with an ugly spouse but the kids? think of the kids! y’know this world is cruel.’

but isn’t it also very fair? what are the very odds that another purveyor of darkness would share his bed? many a woman, the very ones that noa is referring too, have traversed his bedroom, had their share in the delights that are to be had behind that closed door. but sumi is something else, perhaps even formidable. he’s learned to fear only the darkness within himself but what of hers?

‘nice guys finish last, noa, you know that.’ but he could be nice for her, maybe. he can’t say he’s ever genuinely tried. but he’s never wanted to possess someone so bad…

‘who shit in your latte this morning?’ he lets his gaze rest on her finally, a smile stretching his features. ‘i genuinely think i���d make a cool rich and lonely uncle to your ugly kids.'

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“Ah! I’m suffocating from this longing I have for you.”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#174]

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🎁 ✉️

🎁 write a short drabble about the gift you’ve gotten the sender

the pen bleeds ink upon the card, a stark intrusion. fucking biro, he thinks, fingertip smearing the cornflower blue across the page. at least it’s personal? the christmas card is inane and wholly inappropriate but the corners of his lips quirk a little thinking of noa rolling her eyes into the back of her skull because he’s silly and sometimes moronic but he’s certain she’ll still take him no matter what. he leaves a cool smudge on the envelope as he tucks the card in; three different coloured christmas trees with obnoxiously large baubles, the type reads ‘balls deep into christmas’. 

gift giving in the cha household was always a time for posturing, wontaek’s grandma always kept highest score. but once noa gifted him a plant because despite the crusted acrylic tubes aplenty and the stack of unfinished canvases, she thought his room was lacking a little green. so, he supposes a gift for someone who means something to you should perhaps carry some sort of sentimentality. it’s simple, a picture of noa, jaehyun and himself that some kid had taken on a night out that he had gotten printed. framed professionally and gilded in gold. it’s a shame that his wrapping skills leave a lot to be desired but it’s the thought that counts, right?

✉️ letter to the sender about the receiver’s truest, deepest feelings about them

dear noa,

sorry (not sorry) about the card and the shoddy wrapping, i really should have had whatshername wrap the gift for me. anyway. i really hate this sappy shit, i think you know that firsthand but i heard somewhere that you should give people their flowers when they’re alive, so here’s my attempt. 

i think it’s really cool that you can create and grow shit but what’s even cooler is that you do the same for the people who have the pleasure of calling you friend. the person i was when i first met you definitely isn’t the same person i am today and that says something. because i’m the fucking worst but somehow you’ve seen the good and you’re able to draw it out of me. i guess what i’m trying to say is you make people a better version of themselves just by being you. you just might be a disney princess, though i think you’re way cooler than the lot. 

to know you is to be absolutely spoiled by you, jae and i really do be living off the fruits of your labour. i just wished that you wouldn’t lose your shit everytime i try to do the same for you because fuck knows you deserve it. money doesn’t mean much to me, seeing you eat more than grilled mackerel everyday does though. i’ll treat you to some premium wagyu beef soon and you better not tell me no. 

cha wontaek.

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there’s a story about a man who claimed the dark as his own and it swallowed him whole. 

there’s a story about a woman who made bedfellows with it and it drove her to a certain madness. 

there’s a story about another who quite fancied the shade and allowed him to break her open, the architecture of her curves underlined by the moon’s hue. wontaek relishes this particular one, all of its heated scenes and heavy smoke. he contemplates god in all his glory, and although he is not a pious man, he finds all of sumi's darkest spaces all too redeeming. 

he knows the darkness, though pardon him, he hates how trite that sounds. but it’s no different than what he presses onto canvas, how gunpowder black, all bleak and baltic, blends into ash grey. how it’s never really just negative space, instead it’s brimming, the overflow promising something askew. so why is it, pray tell, that he missed sumi’s own? the penumbra burning strange patterns into his walls, it moves as if colicky with greed. staggered and hungry in its need to destroy, wontaek watches as it launches his easel across the room, coming apart in an explosion of splinters. it sends his glasses flying, flings various vinyl records against the opposite wall, topples his record player over for good measure. ‘what the fuck?’ he hisses, near stumbling out of bed, his shame cutting shape into the night. ‘sumi, what the actual fuck?’ 

conjuring up his own demons, they melt from his shadow and ghost towards the beast but he sees them quickly thwarted and embarrassingly so. he’s not used to this; see, wontaek knows very little about defeat, has never felt the twinge of a battle lost, not really. ‘enough!’ he yells with a rage fit for his fury, cloaking the room in pitch. 

there’s a story about a man who took the first step on the moon and how he teetered towards the dark side’s edge. wontaek’s not so sure how it ends but i’m sure you get the gist.

when you come around w/ @13elmst

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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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i'll keep my ting brief! - ares (she/her) here bringing you cha wontaek, a muse i've worked with a while back. for some light reading, head on down below the cut. otherwise take a gander at his power, profile & bio. if you want to get some plotting going you can find me on *scord ( gcntlemonster ) but defo hit this with a like and i'll swing by your dms for now

tw loss of family member

lore

seoul born and perhaps not so happily bred, he hails from a disgustingly rich family although the prejudice runs rife within this one.

suspicions were had when the oldest cha married a woman of lower class but imagine the chaos when they find that their child was born an anomaly.

hotheaded and prone to tempers that sent shadows and apparitions flitting around empty rooms, wontaek was more or less a living nightmare. if he didn't get his way, he would send a blight of darkness to obscure his nanny's vision or frighten his mother with moving shadows. there were times where he would get stuck in a wall and frighten his father into a near heart attack.

his aunts and uncles kept his cousins at bay, worried that somehow his predilection would rub off onto them. they all saw him as liability but to everyone's surprise, grandpa cha, founder of a mega conglomerate saw him as a gift.

where the rest of the family had their reservations about him he was undoubtedly spoiled by his grandfather. when wontaek acted up as a teen, he defended him and said he had a warrior spirit and needed an outlet. when his mother decided parenting a demon was no longer feasible, grandfather cha called her weak and invited wontaek to live with him. there he was given the finest tutors, his interests in the arts cultivated and he lived mostly free from any prejudice for being an anomaly.

art became a happy medium for his troubled disposition, and his grandfather's embrace kept him in line. he won art competitions for his sprawling paintings and profound sketches.

life's good for a while but then grandfather is struck by a degenerative illness. the vultures come out to play and wontaek sees his family scramble for that fat inheritance.

university becomes a place he can build more of a name for himself and keep him on the straight and narrow. grandfather always stressed the importance of an education so his days at sua mean something.

campus life

absolutely hates wearing the patch but will admit it helps temper the darkness on those harder days when his moods take over (c.f his personality below)

studied fine arts as a bachelors and went on to study a masters after a break of travelling and twenty-something debauchery. currently in the 2nd year of his masters and working his way through his disso in the form as an art exhibition.

yin member of house gangcheori, joined the sporting rallies for a little slice of the campus celebrity pie.

has really adopted the frat boy personality but make it art boy coded?

outside of practicing and being a bro, you'll find him in the postgrad art studio or in his dorm (blue hall represent!) sketching or painting. his fingers are perpetually stained with dried paint or charcoal. his works feature reimaginings of famous european renaissance paintings and he favours working on large canvases.

personality

leo sun, pisces moon and leo rising.

if you thought he was a cocky bastard, then you're right. he thinks the world was made for him and he is a god amongst men. hasn't got the memo that other people have interesting abiltiies too.

as mentioned before since being in uni he has really adopted this frat boy persona and stays fiending for a good time. live fast, die pretty.

his upbringing and estranged relo with his parents makes him cerebral and prone to moodiness, and rather than causing trouble nowadays he airs out his shit on the canvas.

i should also mention that the more he uses his ability the more he gets stuck in a dark place, mentally and emotionally.

when he's in that place he's selfish (more than usual), callous, and critical. his paintings take on a sinister tone and his shadow animations behave erratically too.

otherwise he's good vibes on a good day. if you can get past the entitlement.

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