#⁺˚*･༓☾ kang ilseul ➟ headcanon ☽༓･*˚

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* & INSPO .

as briefly mentioned before… here are a few birthdays

seojun - february 18

chanyeol - april 8

eun - april 30

ari - june 15

ilseul - august 4

insung - september 10

jie - october 28

chinmae - december 20

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 —  𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 .

𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Lionel Accardi 

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Cecil Russo

𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷: Drowning

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈: Ink manipulation

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Forger

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Bookstore owner

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Crankiest of them all thus far but highly efficient in his position, isn’t hindered in meeting his monthly quota & refuses to help the greener of the marked simply because he can’t be bothered, complete workaholic, handsome and he knows it, has a fear of deep water but doesn’t have a phobia of it, values his time and hates distractions — ace.

𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚂 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Kang Ilseul

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: An Sehun

𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷: Homicide — serial killer

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈: Entity bonding

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Safe haven keeper / medicinal supplier 

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Greenhouse nursery worker

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Chillest of them all ( perhaps even worldwide ), notoriously lazy outside of the greenhouse, drags his feet to meet the monthly quota & has been subject to slight deterioration on occation, upholds his word of providing solitude and peace for those that seek refuge to recoup in the safe haven beneath the greenhouse, typically the mediator between polar opposite agents, seldom lets other agents know what entity he is bound to ( if at all ), unable to meet the eyes of stranger right away in order to slowly deduce what they are ( practiced enough to make it seem natural ), often curates personal tea blends for the agents he’s the closest with — vector & litho.

𝙰𝙲𝙴 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Ari Yujin Im

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Bin Malchin

𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷: Homicide — robbery gone wrong

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈: Summoning

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Informant 

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Thief 

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: Annoying and so incredibly persistent ( especially to litho ) — it’s a miracle of they don’t get on someone’s nerves, does extremely well to meet the monthly quota and even helps others if they have the time — iris, flexible beyond reason and is able to get extra good intel from the places she can hide away in, slippery as an eel and extremely deft in getaways, often has trouble with what is summoned and makes it everyone else’s issue as well, definite adrenaline junkie. 

𝚅𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 .

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Han Seojun

𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Nam Hoseok

𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷: Homicide — drive by

𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈: Holy fire manipulation

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Seeker ( of new agents ) / retired trainer

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Forensic artist

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾: The local funky uncle of the marked, meets the monthly quota without too much hassle, has never detailed his past and what haunts him and doesn’t intend to, very easy going & quirky & open-minded, genuinely loves to support others, is keen to find newly made agents before their second chance can be snuffed out so soon, often treats others to a good meal if there was joined effort for a hunt

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* & VERSE IDEAS .

ILSEUL .

cat… boy shifter..… thinking of how his tail would thump and thwack against things when annoyed. being so careful with claw tipped hands shearing plants. only seeing his ears perk and swivel under a mass of blankets when he naps. sprawling belly up in a sunny spot.

when he’s a full cat, you bet he’s bigger than a maine coon. he will drape himself around someone’s shoulders. will even allow himself to be swaddled and carried wherever during whatever. is prone to placing a firm paw on a throat when he wants attention from someone sleeping.

SEOJUN .

same ol’ story but with a supernatural reason to his uncanny ability to sleuth. holy fire manipulation is a tricky thing to be blessed (or cursed) with. he’s able to shape and manipulate holy flames, which embodies the purifying aspect of fire, and are especially effective against demons and other evil beings and are inextinguishable by normal means. able to banish demons instead of killing them if he chooses. can summon the deceased and even angels (this is extremely draining to do so). also able to tap into some healing properties and heal any physical wound, but is extremely taxing for him to do so. the receiving side of the healing will experience an unspeakable burning sensation, but the healed area will be left without a scar.

this has acted as a double edged sword on several occasions. though he is able to summon and manipulate the holy-fire, it still has the properties of a normal fire — wild and hard to control at times. the appearance of the flames is a bright white with a tinge of blue. he isn’t able to set something on fire unless there is physical contact, but he is able to expand the flames in order to reach his target.

vincenz.o — still a retired pi, still successful with being a forensic artist, still has a reputation that proceeds him. and for a select few? that door for information remains ajar.

my name — never retired from his pi days. he’s still in the thick of it, precariously between which side he chooses to dance upon. the good, the bad, the morally grey..

CHANYEOL .

one brother’s a werewolf, the other a hunter. cliche, right? chanyeol’s able to have considerable control over shifting and the ‘craze’ that comes with it. the pain’s still there, of course. makes him cranky, but he doesn’t lose his marbles during the full moon. that being said, he is more susceptible to instinctual reactions when fully shifted. also, his appetite grows twofold before, during, and after shifts.

doesn’t currently have a fully fledged pack and is notably weaker compared to others fully bonded in a healthy one. but trust’s not something he can hand over that easily. even at eun’s insistence / recommendation of a few they’ve come by.

my name & vinc.enzo — the scope of freelancing has narrowed over the past few years and is now predominately hired as a bodyguard.

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞.          ———          kang ilseul

real name :  yang sehun

single or taken : so, so incredibly single. not for lack of trying ( sort of ), but rather the number of hours he racks up.. sleeping. he also can’t really be bothered to correct any wrong assumptions that stem from the lack of constant conversation. 

abilities or powers : enhanced senses, strength, dexterity, durability, ‘the sight’ to see someone in their true nature ( if not human ), entity bonding

eye colour :   dark brown

hair colour : ???? it changes constantly

family members : yang dakho ( father, alive ) & choi heeyoung ( mother, alive )

pets : one duck ( named goose ) that he raised when abandoned as a duckling — so by proxy? she’s not kept at his place by any means and often haunts the greenhouse nursery. 

something they don’t like :  being woken up, wet shoes / socks, going out of one’s way to be unnecessarily mean, dogging on someone just because they don’t like a preference ( harmless ones ), proposing a challenge only to back out, hearing people smack gum or chew with their mouth open, banana.....

hobbies  /  activities : gardening, birdwatching, working out, barre, sunbathing, sleeping, sewing

ever hurt anyone before : more than he likes to admit

ever killed anyone before : also more than he likes to admit

animals that represent them : bull, mastiff, ram

worst habits : sleeping.. wherever and whenever, the ‘you didn’t tell me’ / ‘well, you didn’t ask’, usually tardy, bit of a slob with his workspace / home

role models : ... jie

sexual orientation : bisexual, biromantic ( until i’m hinted otherwise? )

thoughts on marriage / kids :  until he finds someone he genuinely loves.. it’s a no and nope from him. secret identity / having to kill monsters every month aside — the concept jus tnever really stuck for him.

someone they love :  goose, half of his coworkers, and jie ( even if he can’t know it )

approach to friendship : he doesn’t.. really go looking for them? rather people approach him and he’s usually down to chat about whatever. he’s more laid back and chill than most expect

favourite drink : sikhye & makgeolli ( do you see a trend here - he just really like rice drinks)

favourite place to spend time at : the greenhouse nursery, parks by the lake, bathhouses, backyards that get a lot of sunlight

their type :  anyone that isn’t bothered by his 14 hour napsdtggkgdf jk jk — anyone who’s kind. they dont have to be nice per se but being kind tells a lot.

camping or indoors :  either or, he could care less tbh

tagged by: i.. do not remember

tagging: @yulyecng @guttersniper / @choicescreen @debtwon @collapsecolours @romancemoon @oddisms + you!!!

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* & HEADCANON — ILSEUL .

hm.... septum ring..

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* & DRABBLE — WAKEY, WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKEY .

It’s the mid afternoon when the sun shines at it’s brightest, unrelenting and adamant; a perfect guide to remind him that it’s time to wake Jie up. The bedroom door creaked quietly upon entering, his footsteps near silent as he made his way towards the bedside. The human sized lump on the bed laid smack middle of the mattress, undisturbed and peacefully sleeping.

Ilseul took a moment to take it in. The giant frame of one of his past best friend and unrequited love. The tufts of hair that poked out from the top of the blanket while the rest of Jie laid tucked under the thick covers. A moment passed just like that. Picture perfect, still as a hot summer’s day without a hint of any breeze. Then he interrupted it with a hand laid on the other’s blanket clad shoulder to gently shake the slumbering.

“Jie,” he said softly, only pausing his hand when there was movement to signal that the other started to stir.

A small, muffled noise was made as the figure curled in on themselves a bit more. Clearly not wanting to roused.

“Jie,” Ilseul said again, this time peeling back the top of the blanket to expose the sunlight to the other’s covered world.

There was an instant scrunch to the other’s face, full of disgruntlement as they tried to pull the pillow over their head.

“Hey, it’s 3 p.m. and you haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. It’s time to get up.” He started to lean over as he spoke, wanting to catch the finer details of Jie’s face.

Jie turned his head to squint, features still unfocused and completely bleary. Yet that only lasted for a second before Jie suddenly held him by the forearm; eyes snapped wide open and somehow clear. “Are you okay?” They asked, ignoring the terrible scratch in his voice. The only thing that he cared about was the wave of worry that filled his conscious in a second flat.  

Stunned, Ilseul didn’t move. He just stared back wholly confused and quiet. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked slowly after a moment.

Wrong answer.

Something flashed behind those eyes. Confusion maybe, Ilseul thought to himself — hoped that stayed the case. Any sort of familiarity formed between who he is now and who he used to be couldn’t be bridged. Painful as it is, he can only spectate from a half step back; could only observe how the brief change behind Jie’s eyes dulled and strayed away from confused urgency.

The hold on his arm lessened a fraction before a sigh followed. “What time is it?” Jie chose to ask, his gaze adverted in search of a clock.

“Three o’four. Just made lunch,” Ilseul replied back with a monotone drag of his words. That wasn’t to say that it lacked feeling. There were undertones of softness in there; ones that reached Jie judging by the way tension bled out of the other’s body.

“I’ll carry you.” He wasn’t sure where the idea came from, but it caused Jie to look at him curiously.

“Carry me,” Jie echoed, disbelieving and hesitant, but still curious all the same. “All six-two of me— out of here and downstairs.”

A hint of a smile twitched upon his lips. “Technically six-five on a good hair day, but that’s what I said and I mean everything I say,” Ilseul said resolutely. His words earned him a funny look mixed between a surprised scowl and a mirrored expression of humor.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Jie scoffed back, though he went to loop an arm around Ilseul neck in spite of his words.

“It’s called being honest.” Yet Ilseul couldn’t help but wonder when that honesty could reach past the thick veil of his hidden past. When would he be able to answer Jie’s question with complete understanding and sincerity — if ever. Yet, until then, all he could do was scoop Jie up and live out his days pretending to be none the wiser. 

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👁💋👁 (ilseul)

send a 👁💋👁 for a lil’ smooch from any of my muses!

All is calm within the verdant themed nook. A mix of fluorescence washes 'round corners from the center out, bathes them both in a soft rosy light. They lounge in a heap of spare throws and comfort; limbs all intertwined in whichever manner they'd originally fallen onto the loveseat.

Whatever plays on the screen falls as background noise. The white static of it but a hum to otherwise preoccupied thoughts. Arms reach like a canopy in search of sunlight — further and further still until his hands have something to take ahold of. There's no subtly with the way he draws her in, tucks her neatly like the welcoming of dawn to dusk. Stars breathe where he nestles a kiss, tender and caring where it falls just so. First, on the grace of a temple. Then, on the sanctity of the lips.

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* & HEADCANON — BEING SICK .

eun is arguably one of the worst to take care of when sick. doesn’t matter if he’s down with a fever or head cold — he’ll try to constantly do things like normal ( if not more ). manage to drag him into bed? better keep an eye on that door because theres a high chance he’ll tumble out, because there’s dishes to be done or the floor needs cleaning or the cat… scrubbing or the ceiling……. vacuuming

chanyeol is surprisingly the easiest to take care of when sick. he doesn’t get sick often, but whenever he does… it’s enough to keep him fairly docile. just the lightest urging and he’ll go wherever guided, drink whatever’s given to him, take whatever medicine. the only thing that may warrant some difficulties is whenever it comes to eating. he lacks all appetite for the most part.

ilseul’s a big ol’ baby whenever he gets sick. lots of whining and clinging ( which, don’t get trapped in those arms lest you want to be stuck for hours on end ). there always has to be some form of contact so just, like, hold his hand or something and he’ll be placated enough.

ari can be a hellion when they’re sick. lots of complaints and fighting and no they will not be taking medicine thank you very much. he has to be swaddled in blankets to chill out, but at that point just stuff them under the bed and they’ll recover eventually.

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* & HEADCANON — ILSEUL & THE SIGHT .

given how the marked are able to see past human-like facades, ilseul has a very hard time looking at people in the eye. when he first came back in the world, the first ‘person’ he saw was myungok. by ear, he could hear the sweetness of her voice. but by sight, he could see right past it. what should have been the visage of a non-threatening lady quickly gave way to something more.. wrong. whatever she was, wasn’t human and it scared the ever living shit out of him. 

since then, he quickly became accustomed to the differences in appearance. humans were humans. everything else.. wasn’t. thus, a habit was formed to avoid eye contact head on in order to avoid giving himself away. that, and some creatures are still truly terrifying to witness. it took a long while for the habit to be seamless, because he was raised to do the opposite. maintain eye contact to show that he was listening, etc. 

there’s a 100% chance ilseul will not meet your muse’s eyes right off the bat. he’ll pretend to be sidetracked with something else around your muse or simply busy himself with whatever he has at hand. it’s not until he can safely take a glance at your muse without being seen, will he determine if it’s okay for him to maintain direct eye contact. 

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* & HEADCANON — ILSEUL .

is he a huge fan of babymetal? absolutely he is.

did he attend a concert in the appropriate attire? damn right he did

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* & HEADACANON — JIE & ILSEUL .

.... there’s no good way to say this, but the stars line up too perfectly to not go with it—

ilseul, known as yang sehun then, is the best friend that jie lost. he’s the one that went missing and sent jie into a frenzy because he wouldn’t just disappear like that. 

and jie was right. 

sehun didn’t disappear by his own volition, but there’s no way ilseul can ever let jie know. he can’t tell that grieving man that it’s him. that, while the whole ordeal of being kidnapped and killed was, well, horribly traumatizing, he’s back. it’s the price ilseul has to pay for having another chance at life and quite frankly? it kills him.

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* & HEADCANONS — MISC .

chanyeol despises running ( he still does it as a part of dryland workouts but he’s never happy about it ), but is an avid swimmer. butterfly in particular is his favorite for some awful reason, and he’s.. a surprisingly good teacher when it comes to learning how to swim. 

ilseul is rather proficient with sewing. what started as a way to patch up all the clothing he.. accidentally rips, eventually turned into a little hobby he partakes in whenever inspiration strikes. so far, he’s completed a good dozen medium sized tapestries and is fairly proud of how they turned out.

chinmae thinks that it’s very nice for people to offer birdseed to him whenever he goes around as magpie, but he never eats it. the only seeds he’ll pick at are sunflower or pumpkin. 

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i genuinely hate the mobile post format why is it like this tag drop

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*wink* ( doki to ilseul c: )

It's not coincidental — so he thinks. Eyes catch across some distance, fleeting on his part but not quick enough to miss that wink thrown his way. Not that he'd ever want to miss something like that.

For a second, he's stunned. Eyebrows arch and the mouth goes slack ( just a tad ) before a smile begins to unfurl. Wide, bright, flustered to all hell, Ilseul can feel the way blood delivers heat to the apples of his cheeks. Even then, there's a somnolent quality to him. The downturn of eyes remain, but they seep flecks of sunlight as a wink in sent in return.

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* & HEADCANON — ILSEUL & MISC .

will ilseul fix your clothing for you? yes. will he make giant stuffed animals for you? all you gotta do is ask.

really into rhythm games. like really into them. ddr, just dance, osu, cytus, rhythm haven, etc. this lethargic babe will wake up in an instant if a whisper of the subject is heard.

bananas.... never liked the taste or the texture. also, artificially flavored stuff is even worse.

his love language is... taking naps together ( physical touch in general tbh ).

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* & HEADCANON — ILSEUL .

most of his attire consists of a cap, hoodie, crew neck t or muscle t ( turtlenecks when it gets cold), sweats or joggers.

whenever he’s checked out / doesn’t want to participate in an ongoing conversation, oftentimes he’ll simply tilt his hat downwards / pull the drawstrings of his hoodie completely closed / pull the turtleneck all the way up. leave him like that and he’ll fall asleep too.