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[fortunefool]

sera is staring in the mirror, focused on the colour of her eyes. they are neither pitch black or green, there is only an amalgamation of feelings that twinkles in her gaze. she is trying to imagine how their meeting will unfold, wondering if it's meant to play the same way that it did the first time.

focused minds, pictures pinned on mental boards, connected by fictitious red string ㅡ the puzzle pieces fit together to reveal the image of a bigger-than-expected family. a shared family that was sera's, as much as it was jiyeon's. their reactions were the complete opposite upon the revelation, it clicked differently for them: that's how sera had ended up alone at the coffee table, abandoned abruptly by the one who was no longer just a friend, but a cousin as well. she didn't hold it against jiyeon, she still doesn't and it's the reason why planning a second meeting posed no issue.

the memory entertains sera as she ensures that her pin straight hair stays that way, fixing the stubborn strands of her bangs as a last act before heading outdoors. it's when she's walking down the stairs and out of the yellow hall that sera realizes just how nervous she is, but she puts that thought, along with her phone, in the right pocket of her jacket, letting her feet bring her closer and closer to jiyeon.

sera seems to be staring in the mirror again, but the one looking back is not her. the reflection is distorted, it's taken the shape of jiyeon waiting by the street light, and it's the woman in the mirror that breaks the barrier between the two by embracing sera. even without the 'fun fact' they now possess, it's not difficult for sera to tell how awkward the situation is, so tangible that its weight engulfs them in a tighter hug.

still, the unlucky woman prefers to push through the awkwardness ㅡ she hugs jiyeon like they've always been in each other's lives, she greets her with a smile much warmer than the current weather, she even matches her with a giggle of her own, the steam of their laughter conjoined before it dissipates in the january air. family. "y'know, we don't have to do any of that if you don’t want to," she clarifies, "we could do a wave, a fist bump, a gentle hand squeeze, a side hug or... nothing at all." a chuckle, to remind the both of them that there's no reason for their meeting to be that serious.

"hope you didn’t wait for too long. are you cold? or hungry?" the questions halt, afraid of overwhelming the other woman. it's humorous, how easy it is for sera to assume the role of a sibling, immediately seeing jiyeon more like a sister, rather than a mere cousin. "i could cook something or... make tea? coffee? since we're right here." she remembers that jiyeon's not pretentious, that they're alike, and her head motions to the yellow hall, digging her hands back in the pockets of her jacket, sinking her chin and cheeks in the warmth of a scarf looped around her neck.

𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥   /   sera @fortunefool

jiyeon leans against a lamppost outside yellow hall, a sore thumb sticking right out of the uncracked sidewalk in her worn coat and hand-knit hat. her ten-year-old boots feel too big. she waits for sera, staring dead ahead at those immaculate walls, like she's trying to melt the paint off of them or bring them crumbling down. tugging her scarf up to her nose, she breathes out hot air.

sera's a rare sighting—a silver lining in the shitstorm that is jiyeon's life. for some reason, finding someone she's related to by blood gave jiyeon some sense of stability. it feels like the stupidest thing in the world to feel a deeper connection to someone just because a mosquito could bite the both of you and taste similar flavor profiles. but nothing has ever made so much sense to jiyeon, either.

though, a part of her wishes her long lost cousin had stayed lost. waiting twenty-six years to tell her she's not completely alone in the world feels like another one of life's many practical jokes, like giving her back pain to go with the chest she was born with or actually letting her be born. the fact that sera lives in yellow hall is the punchline on top of the punchline—maybe it's not sera's fault that some things worked out better for her, but this still feels like the universe reminding jiyeon she's destined to get the short end of every single stick.

the silver lining in question walks out, all shimmer, and jiyeon gains a profound sense of place but immediately loses literally every other sense on her. unsure whether to meet sera in the middle or wait for her, jiyeon freezes, feet on the sidewalk and arms crossed across her chest all locked in place. this used to be so easy, now she doesn't know what to do with her hands.

family can make anything better, but family always makes everything worse.

as sera approaches, jiyeon clumsily throws her arms around her. "heyyy," she squeaks out in a weird high-pitched voice, pulling away gingerly. her face scrunches into extremely uncomfortable awkwardness, then, like a breath held for twenty-six years, she bursts out into laughter. "sorry. never had family before. just had my mom and we threw slippers at each other to say hello. are we supposed to hug or… high-five or…?"

[fortunefool]

raf

“you can’t say the boys and balls in one sentence, sera,” he answers, lifting a hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows. rafael’s laugh is delayed, disjointed. he knows what she means, even if she’s got a way of putting it that makes him rub his face. “now, what is wrong with you?” as he gathers himself, rafael leans forward into his seat. his fingers grace over her wrist. he wants to hold her. “i’m trying to say that i miss you, and this is what you say to me?”

"why can't i say those words in the same sentence? butterflies in your stomach? tingly sensation in your hands?" it's too easy to taunt him and this ease makes sera push the limits each time, to see if the previous boundaries can be expanded. add his amusing reactions to the mix and teasing the man in front of her is even more satisfying, to the point of filling sera with a sense of pride.

pride falters as her attempts at guiding him towards a lighthearted topic fall flat. she realizes just how adamant rafael is on taking them down the path of nostalgia. no matter what she'd try to do, he'd still bring them back to it, to what once was.

her gaze doesn't pay much attention to him leaning closer, but it gets fixed on his eyes, looking for something, anything in them: an explanation, an answer to why he's doing this. instead, there's a flash of a memory long forgotten : science class. biology, opthalmic anatomy to be precise. sera doesn't break their eye contact as she vaguely remembers the difficulties that come with the ocular chapter. there's one detail that she does remember clearly : the periphery of the eye has more rode cells than cone cells; it's more sensitive to out-of-focus stimuli, perceiving movement as being quicker than it truly is. even with locked gazes, this might be why sera's able to see his hand rushing above hers, phantomatic digits hovering over her wrist. it all moves so fast that her imagination keeps up with the rushed pace ㅡ she sees his hand holding her own, notices the gentle caresses of her skin, the way their fingers intertwine ㅡ even when none of it is real.

that illusion goes as quick as it comes and it's replaced by the factual world. he's not holding her hand and she doesn't hope for it the same way that she used to. a good explanation for the mirage would've been longing, but sera can't even remember the last time she yearned for his touch. maybe her mind came up with the image out of inertia, caused by his sudden proximity. what she knows for sure is that she's indiferent to it, so her hand remains still. not reaching, but not retreating either.

brows narrow, tense and low with the weight of his words. "you miss me?" repeated, bordering confusion, as if he's said something incorrect and he needs to rectify the statement. "i'm right here, though? we hang out whenever we can. hell, we live on the same floor." she answers, opting to act like there's miscommunication rather than dig up the bones of their relationship with him.

"why would you miss me?" when it's my fault that we're here is the second half of the question that she swallows harshly, gaze finally catching a glimpse of just how close he is to her.

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selena

“aside from that… well, you know. i’ve just been hanging out. trying to have a little fun when i can. you should go to the club with me sometime—it'd be better with you.” a quick pause, then, “what about you? anything exciting? i want to hear it all.”

if seen right now, one would think they're two peas in the pod. they're not. but they could be. sera knows it's impossible, yet she dreams of it nonetheless. a kind soul like selena doesn't need someone with an ability so dangerous in her life; it's why sera hopes she can orchestrate a temporary stay. the older woman is aware of her shortcomings, of how her eyes pool in black hues and she has no control over where or who the bad luck strikes. worst of all, the blame is hers even when she doesn't mean it.

she lets herself indulge, it's a taste test of what their friendship could be. with the match in their steps and just how easy it is to be in selena's presence, sera finds the taste to be bittersweet. her focus is on the sweetness, chooses to ignore the rest.

"you've got a job? that's so great, congrats!" the candour can be felt when she flexes her arm, a brief squeeze, a way to bring selena closer and applaud her for the achievement. "not many hours, close enough, remote work," she trails the perks off into a pause, "i think you're living the dream!" it's a lighthearted remark, but she knows how much the job must mean to selena. that's enough of a reason to praise it, no matter how mundane it might seem to others.

"so you're saying you're going to the club without me?" petulant, just to get a reaction out of selena, hopefully a giggle for the banter. it doesn't last long, it can't linger for too long or her joke won't look like one anymore. sera's eager to answer selena's question anyway. "well... not sure how exciting it is, but ... i've learned i have a cousin on campus. i'll let you guess, of course. besides that, just hanging out with friends here and there, when time allows it. playing around with the luck manipulation... that's that!" the answer is cut short, by accident, having reminded herself of why she can't risk befriending selena.

fortunately, even though she has guided them off campus, the restaurant is nearby. it's quiet when they enter, warmer than the winter outside, and the silence gets perturbed only when they move some chairs to sit down. the menu's content lists off various dishes, ranging from traditional korean meals to usual staples, chicken, fries, anything and anywhere in between. this is the perk of this family-owned place, they are willing to cook anything for the students nearby.

"it's on me, by the way. you're my junior, i have to treat you." the woman means it, she makes it clear while getting comfortable in her seat. "to celebrate your new job!" sera adds. "what d'you want to eat, lovely?"

[fortunefool]

dohyun

when she asks if he wants another drink, he almost declines. the night’s still young & there will be plenty of time to drink later, at the party that he has so much—too much—faith in. but she’s close to him & she’s asking, and who would he be to say no? “i don’t know about a drink, but maybe a shot. care to take one with me?”

her words, the instrument that she waves in the air, its sounds just for him. dohyun, the serpent that coils out of its closed basket, twisting up to the rhythm of her voice. snake charming. a practice as old as time. each of their interactions is just a performance where the snake falls for her tricks, again and again. the green hues of snake skin aren't visible on his body but in his eyes ㅡ twinkling at the allusion of money and what he's done with the upcoming party. be silent enough and you can even hear the vanity in his voice.

"i trust you, then," a brief laughter, an attempt at concealing the falsity in her statement. "do you even have room left in your room for the prize you'll win?"

boost his confidence and see how the serpent curls. sera watches him get more steady, with his pose and with his talk, regaining the usual self-assurance that she has grown to dislike. "anyway, i'll be there, i have to see what you prepare." men must know their limitations but dohyun seems to thrive outside his own boundaries.

"a shot?" he doesn't have a drink anymore, but the alcohol is now found on his breath. it's easy to feel the booze when you're this close to a person. a glance to his empty glass, her eyelids flicker to look up at him. a few moments of silence, she focuses on his right eye, then the left one, down to his lips and back to his hazy gaze. she can tell that he is on the right path, the one she wants him to be on. she plays the instrument again, sera wants to see him swivel around her. "i can't refuse a future president, can i?" it doesn't take long to be back on her feet, making a path through the crowd, all the way to the bar. it's amusing to see its ritz and glam now, when everyone present is looking forward to getting wasted at the blue hall party.

"should we toast? what should we toast for?" is asked after signaling to the bartender to bring the shots for them, attention back on him. her elbow is on the counter, her chin on the back of hand, eyes dim with signs of misfortune. it's only a matter of time till something bad happens to him, sera can feel it in the pit of her stomach.

[fortunefool]

within, a desperate young woman trying to figure out why she can't control her anomaly. in the mirror, a dark veil conceals her eyes into a void and it seems to be making a show out of her inner turmoil.

walls are closing in on her and the bathroom is swallowing her whole. she's white knuckling the sink and maybe sera should admit her defeat ㅡ she doesn't know what else to do, besides reaching for the patch. she's no coward though, she's refused to use it the entire day; she should be able to tame her power.

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀SJ⠀ :⠀ hey seojun, are u free? ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀SJ⠀ :⠀ i'm not having a great day

he is a last resort, one of the very few people who truly know sera and who are able to offer her the stability that she badly needs. she knows that seojun will act as an anchor while she attempts to come down and she doesn't even need to spell it out for him, that she's having a difficult day because of the luck manipulation.

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀SJ⠀ :⠀ i'm there btw

their secret spot is grounding for sera, it always is. it's tucked away from the bustle of the campus, hidden so no one can reach it with ease ... unless you're seojun, of course. sera is so glad that the foliage conceals most of this derelict building.

she's walked up to the last floor of the abandoned building to sit down on the ledge : her legs are dangling, gaze taking in the overgrown vegetation and this untamed side of the lake. she's gripping the broken concrete, palms cold and full of dust, but it's significantly better than how the sink felt.

"you were fast," she says, able to recognize him just by the sound of his walking, by his movement and his breath.

[fortunefool]

game recognizes game and sera wishes that this is the case with them too ㅡ that this is why noa has befriended her.

if the saying "take a chill pill" got personified by some freak with a very specific anomaly, and they wanted to put it into sera's life, then she is confident that noa would be the embodiment of it.

chaotic thoughts and worries are put to rest with noa's nonchalance. always, without fail, never missing a beat. the sturdy metal bar that you hold on tight, white knuckled, through the roller coaster of emotions. it's the seeming lack of strings in their friendship that actually makes their connection work so well and there is something healing that comes with having a friend and knowing that you can go days, weeks, without talking to them. hell, she even enjoys how different their pasts are, it's a step out of the echo chamber that sera sometimes feels stuck in.

the patch is off and she's showing noa different types of wrapping paper for christmas. the patch is off and sera's not worried that her ability may get triggered today. refreshing.

"which one?" asking as if it matters, as if people won't tear through it without a second thought, just to get to what truly matters to them. the paper matters to sera anyway.

"santas, reindeers, christmas trees?" in that order, her eyes check out each pattern before her gaze falls on the other woman and, on second thought, she's not sure if her struggle to make a decision is even funded.

"i'm overthinking it, right?"

[fortunefool]

🎁

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 a gift for selena .ᐟ

it's a few days before christmas. the weight is off their shoulders and the holiday spirit is slowly starting to creep up on most students. no way for it to miss sera, the brunette now engulfed in a festive mood ㅡ she's standing with her hands behind her back, concealing a gift, giggling more and more as selena approaches. there's something about this time of the year that makes sera silly, a happy child looking forward to receiving gifts and also, now mature, even more excited to share a present herself.

"you know, i had no idea if you're going home for winter break or not," a truth, a question so obvious she's wondering how it slipped her mind, "and that's why i asked you to meet up so fast." the cheeky grin pulls at the corners of her mouth and she cannot wait any longer.

bringing her hands to the front and between them reveals the christmas present that sera has neatly placed in a snowmen adorned bag. there's two items neatly tucked inside: a frame with a picture of the two of them, though the star of the show is a slim box that when opened present a delicate necklace with a clover pendant. "if you need a lil luck and i'm not around." sera jokes, but means it too, even though her anomaly doesn't technically work like that, she hopes that it can at least have a placebo effect on the younger woman.

[fortunefool]

🌿 / 🍒 🥀

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 drunk 3 am text .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ u gotta pickkkkkkk selllllllll ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ ykno its weirdddd ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ u cant have both!

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 last texts sent .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ i'll run 5 mins late ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ tell me what snacks you want btw ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀셀⠀ :⠀ my treat ofc x

[fortunefool]

🌿 / 🍒🥀

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 drunk 3 am text .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀zzy⠀ :⠀ yno ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀zzy⠀ :⠀ maybe ure kinda cool fr ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀zzy⠀ :⠀ ig

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 last texts sent .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀zzy⠀ :⠀ why are u not replying??? ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀zzy⠀ :⠀ u better not be in my room

[fortunefool]

✉️🤠

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 words of a letter that were not sent .ᐟ

do you ever think about what could've been?

'cause i do, sometimes. you'd be laughing your ass off if you saw me with my head low in bed, pondering my (fictive) orb.

i remember thinking you were suuuch a fuckboy (i was right) (kidding) (no, i'm not) and then you showed up with that big bouquet of flowers on our first date. you looked so stupid, i genuinely think it was your first time ever holding a bouquet and giving flowers to someone.

anyway. i feel very sorry. i think it's my fault, i think my stupid fucking anomaly flared up while off the patch and i was nervous and i was panicking 'cause i liked you so much and shit hit the fan so fucking bad. it's my fault that our relationship crumbled, you don't have to take the blame. i was scared of it getting too serious and letting you so close to me, i was so fucking terrified because i saw a glimpse of my future with you and it was so real and bright and it rattled me so bad. it rattled me 'cause for the first time ever, i had found someone i wouldn't have minded sharing my life with. did i self sabotage that good? was my power that strong, to influence you to break up with me? did you regret it? were you relieved? don't answer that please.

y'know, maybe it's better this way. imagine being at the three years mark in our relationship and my bad luck thing kills you off outta nowhere. soooo ... better to see you with someone else than see you dead 'cause of me, right? yeah ... thought so too.

do you think we would've been the corny campus couple? like "there's sera and raf...", everyone rolling their eyes and shit. the typical jock and nice girl type of beat? i would've been sneakily taking off the patch at your games to help you score. yes, of course, i would be lying to you and telling you that it was just your raw skill and talent. what about our study sessions? we do them now too, yeah, but do you think we would've been, i don't know, cuddling in your room and pretending to study?

thinking about it now .. i don't think i just liked you, it must've been something more than that. well, it doesn't matter anyway 'cause i don't love you anymore. there's just the guilt and random 'what if's. i still care about you, don't get me wrong, but there's no romantic love anymore, only guilt, guilt, guilt and wondering if you let it eat you up sometimes, the same way that i do. just curious, you know. i kind of doubt it though, considering you and sel. she's such a sweet girl, but ... i can't. you know. she'll have to make up her mind. you better take care of her or else i'll kill you with intent and not in my head this time.

whatever ... this makes no sense, right? i don't care ... you'll figure it out! that's what i had to say.

⠀ ⠀⤿⠀ ⠀notes app draft meant to be sent in multiple parts after texting him "can i ask you something?'. she chickened out and asked if he's free before sending a "let's play pool" invitation instead.

[fortunefool]

[fortunefool]

[ sumi ] ✉️🌿🥀

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 drunk 3 am text .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미���⠀ :⠀girl ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미✰⠀ :⠀think i gave the bad luck 2 the wrong guy ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미✰⠀ :⠀ummmmm?? whoops?? ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미✰⠀ :⠀u said wonhyuk? ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미✰⠀ :⠀oh shit u meant wonhyun mybad nvm ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀미미✰⠀ :⠀whttevvvvv, maybe he deserved it 🫶

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 lil letter attached to xmas gift .ᐟ

sumiiiii, babygirllllll, merry christmas!!!!!

i attached this to your gift and i hope to god you found it and i'm not writing this for nothing. you better like our matching necklaces or else... no jinxing for you for 4 full weeks!

i still find it so weird to write you something, even if we've known each other for soooo so long now. i think i want to thank you for being in my life for so long, i genuinely think there's no boring moment when i spend my time with you. scheming together and meeting up just to chit chat about everyone we know is such a relaxing activity for me and i hope we'll do it forever.

as a lil christmas wish, however... i hope you'll learn to love accept your anomaly. i know it's fun when someone awful gets the short end of the stick, but. are you really living if you have to hide a part of you? why go above and beyond to make people believe something else? i know that i came up with it, but i didn't think you'd want us to do this even when we're older... like... right now. contrary to popular belief, we are old compared to how we were back then!!!! don't take this the wrong way, i don't mind helping you out whenever you need it, but ... let's try to tone it down? maybe, just maybe, you can put down the act.

just know that i love you wholeheartedly though! i'll be here for you no matter what you do or what you decide to do. you can rattle me with your ability if my letter pissed you off, but remember that i can fight back!

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀love you, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀sera ♧

[fortunefool]

🌿 🥀

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 drunk 3 am text .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀노아⠀ :⠀ fo you know where i put my keys ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀노아⠀ :⠀ where are my keys ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀노아⠀ :⠀ seen my keys? ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀노아⠀ :⠀ oh my fucking bad i asked u already ⠀ ⠀𖹭⠀ ⠀⠀incoming text⠀ ⠀ㅡ⠀ ⠀노아⠀ :⠀ thanks! 💕

[fortunefool]

✉️

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀〆 random rant, post gala & after party .ᐟ

i wish you knew just how annoying you are.

i can't believe that you carry yourself as if you're sua's saviourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. like you're some kind of chosen, Godly Sent figure that will make a change. you're just a BOYYYYY playing politics. you're sooo lucky my patch is on as i'm writing this.

i can't believe that some people really can't see you for what you are & for who you are and i can'ttttttttttttttttttt believe you genuinely think that i can't see through you either.

well, i shouldn't be complaining too much :// it's a good cover. you're so full of yourself that you didn’t even put two and two together, all of your mishaps, tripping on your shoe laces, all the spilled coffees, all the ripped clothes, all because you're so damn obnoxious and i just can't help it.

y'know, writing about this is kind of healing? even better when i know you'll never see this and you'll never know. i can't ruin my fun! ^___^

⠀ ⠀⤿⠀ ⠀it's now a deleted vent in sera's notes app.

[fortunefool]

🥚 - your favorite resident in yellow hall?

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" suddenly forgot every possible yellow hall tenant. i guess... probably... raf? "

[fortunefool]

🥚 if you could pick one fictional character as your ideal type, who would it be and why?

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" tough one. i can't remember the last time i picked up a fiction book and i don't really have time to watch anything, but ... the first character that came to mind was geralt of rivia. even though i have never played the game and i watched a season of the netflix series. don't put me in a room with a strong, powerful, intimidating stoic man, that's all i'm gonna say! on second thought, a more modern choice would easily be stewy from succession. don't put me in a room with a charming, sly, powerful, but in a different way this time man. "

[fortunefool]

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!