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Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll write it from the other persons POV”

“The Sweetest Pain Series” Anna Chapter…I love how you write for Frank, so I’d love his POV on anything from that chapter pretty please. 🥰

Thank you for sending this in, my lovely! And thank you for being a part of my sleepover. This one was so fun and I hope you like it!

Scene from Anna: Frank’s POV

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Word Count: 838

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

Bill told you they would be coming into the studio around 11:30.

It was always 11:30; why was that so hard to remember? As you sat out on the back porch of the studio watching a few boats moving down the river, you remembered that cold snowy day in January when your goddaughter was born. Wrapped in that standard hospital blanket, a little tuft of wild dark hair peeked out from the front of her little beanie cap.

She was just so precious.

It brought you back to the first time you held Lisa in your arms, your baby girl, and then Junior. But it also made you a little sad thinking about how much time you missed with them while you were overseas although you were trying to make up for it now by spending as much time as you possibly could with them when you weren’t working.

Not only did they name her after you but they wanted you to be her godfather. Maria was the one that started calling the two of you Big Raven and Little Raven and being her godfather actually brought your family closer together. It made going to the zoo fun again, watching Lisa and Junior point out the different animals to Anna and seeing the smile stretch across her face.

Her smile was just like Bill’s.

The kids doted over her and treated her like their little sister, sneaking her tastes of cotton candy, holding her hands so she wouldn’t get lost, and giving her little kisses when she asked for them.

A sly smile extended across your lips when you thought about the gifts you had bought for her. Anything that made an annoying noise, you just had to get for her because you knew it would bother the shit out of Bill. He had that look on his face as if to say “I’m gonna kill you.”

You checked your watch. 11:25

They would be here soon so you just sat back in your chair and waited to hear the tiny laugh that you loved so much coming from inside. Little Raven’s smile may be Bill’s but her laugh is just like her mother’s. She laughs with her entire body just like y/n does.

11:37

You thought you heard a little squeal coming from inside; they must be here.

You quickly stepped inside off of the back porch, looked around for Little Raven who was in Bill’s arms and said, “Is my goddaughter here?!! Come here, sweetheart!”

She asked to get down and took off running toward you with a big smile on her face. You snatched her up and started to playfully bite her neck which made her laugh and then she grabbed your nose. “Ow! You got my nose!” You cried out with Anna laughing while she did it.

Bill smiled a little.

“Well to be fair, it is a large target Frankie. Of course she would grab your nose.” He said as everyone laughed.

“You bein’ a good girl for Mommy today, yeah?” You asked her.

Anna nodded. “YEP!!”

She pointed at her t-shirt wanting you to look at it and then she pointed at her mother.

“Are you and Mommy wearin’ the same shirt?” You asked.

Little Raven wrinkled her nose and gave you a big smile.

“I’ll get you a Springsteen shirt to match mine, ok?” You said, tickling her stomach.

“Ok Uncle Frankie…down peeease!!” She said.

You smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Oh it’s snack time, yeah?”

Anna gave him a shy smile and nodded.

Bending down, you set her on the floor and said, “Ok, well make sure Ed gives you all the big rice puffs.”

She waved her chubby little fingers at you. “Ok, bye bye!”

And she walked away to extort her snacks and stickers.

You looked over at Bill and y/n; they were whispering in each other’s ears and laughing. It was nice to finally see Bill so happy because you weren’t sure it would ever happen. But you were there the first time y/n walked through the studio door; you knew she was the one for Bill.

He was your best friend and he had been through so much in his life that you just wanted to see him get the love and life he deserved.

And now he had it; he had everything he had ever wanted.

Bill would never know how much it meant to you to have his child named after you. That little girl had you and Bill wrapped around her finger. He would try his hardest to be the best father to her because he never had one.

But if she ever needed anything, or wanted to talk about something that she didn’t really want to tell her parents about, you would be there for her, just like you would be for your own kids.

She will always be special to you…that precious little girl…your precious Little Raven.

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[rainmustfallts4]

No Pants (Short Story)

Date: January 30th, 2020

Genre: Comedy, Family, Slice of Life

Word/Picture Count: 666 words/10 pictures

Prompt: “Is there any particular reason you’re not wearing pants?” “The monster under my bed had a date.”

Original Note: I’ve looked everywhere for the pic that this prompt came from but I can’t find the source. There’s no watermark on the image and I tried an image search and a text search but I just couldn’t find it :/ If anyone knows the source, please let me know! Harley was created by CXonor13 but I changed her a bit for this story because I really liked the thought of Domestic! Harley from Suicide Squad.

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Harley hummed in tune with the classical music that filled the room, letting her brush stroke across the canvas, covering the white surface with various shades of grey and blue. She had no vision in mind for the piece – she just had the urge to paint something, anything.

When she isn’t working, she’s taking turns with her husband to raise their two kids – a twelve-year-old boy named Jacks and a three-year-old girl named Hayley. Because of this, she rarely has time for her own hobbies.

For the first time since she was born, little Hayley went down for her nap without a fuss and actually stayed there. Harley nearly had heart failure after five minutes passed without the toddler sneaking from her room. The great creator had gifted her with this chance for some much needed alone time. How could she possibly refuse?

Light footsteps padded the carpet and her son appeared in the doorway. “Mama, I’m heading to the park now.”

“Have fun, darlin’. Remember to be home before -” The woman’s words stopped dead when she turned, seeing her son without any pats on. “You do know it’s the middle of winter, right?”

“Yeah.”

She forced a smile. “Then, is there any particular reason you’re not wearing any pants?”

“Huh?” He glanced down before rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh yeah. Carl had a date and spilled pasta sauce on his, so he asked to borrow mine.”

Paint dripped from the tip of her brush as she stared at him blankly. ‘I… I have so many questions…’ She cleared her throat. “And who is this Carl?”

“He’s the monster that lives under my bed.”

‘I have more questions…’

“Well, technically, he lives under all of our beds. He hops around, see? But my bed is his favorite!”

“Jacks -”

A high-pitched cry pierced the air.

Almost instantly, the woman dropped rushed down the hall toward her daughter’s room but quickly backpedaled to look at her son. “Put some pants on! You’re going to get sick!”

“‘Kay!”

Harley rushed into her daughter’s room, seeing the toddler pressing herself back against the dresser and sobbing loudly. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” She cooed, kneeling beside the small girl and pulling her into her arms, completely missing the sight behind her.

Hayley clung to her mother, tears soaking the red shirt she wore. “Ma-ma,” she sobbed. “There’s a – a monster under the – the bed! He – He’s wearing… Jacks’ pants! Mama, he – he ate Jacks!”

‘I’m beginning to question what is wrong with my children,’ Harley smiled, gently rubbing the girl’s matching blonde hair. “There, there, darlin’. I just spoke to Jacks, he’s just fine. You just had a bad dream.”

“N-No, the monster… he’s real!”

Harley opened her mouth to reply when she sensed movement behind her. Whipping her head around, her eyes narrowed at the bed.

‘I coulda swore I sensed somethin’, but there’s nothin’ there. How strange,’ Harley frowned, letting her eyes scan the room.

The door creaked open and in walked Jacks. “Mama, all my pants are dirty. Can I just wear shorts?” he paused, his eyes glancing toward the bed. “Oh hi, Carl.”

Harley looked from her son to the bed and back again. ‘An imaginary friend?’

“Jacks!!” Hayley cried, rushing over to him as fast as her little legs could carry her. She threw herself into his arms and sobbed harder than before.

“Gross~ You’re getting snot on me!” Jacks’ nose wrinkled in disgust before he returned the hug. “What’s wrong, shrimp?”

“I thought – the monster – a-ate you!”

Jacks tilted his head as he looked down at her. “Carl? He’s a friendly monster!” The boy pulled away from his sister, ignoring her cries as he approached the bed, kneeling down beside it. “Hey, Carl, how’d your date go?”

“Really? She said yes? That’s awesome! Can I have my pants back now? Mama won’t let me go out without them.”

Harley turned and left the room. ‘My kids are nuts, it’s official. I blame Mistah J.’

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Trying to catch Toryn and Kit up on what they missed. (Out of what I remember)

Overblots - Toryn is there for Azul, Jamil, Vil, Malleus, and I’m thinking about making him there for Idia. (So maybe another one other than 1!Canis will be there for Idia because not even Domino was there, though he was affected at the school)

Future - I mentioned this slightly, but Toryn does end up with Vil and he ends up as a professional surfer. He does some competitions, but mostly teaches. He’s not big in the public eye but he is known, though that’s just more as Vil’s boyfriend/husband. (Most of Toryn’s story happens after NRC)

Memories - Toryn remembers practically noting. He went missing at one, a bit before the tweels were born, so he was too young.

Event - Port Fest. I think he’d like the performance even if he didn’t like being in that small chosen group. (He is in class 3-D, so with Sebek, Floyd, and Malleus for the part that everyone is in. Why is Toryn not in the same class as Idia when Toryn was also doing online classes? Idk, I just wanted him in class D.)

Style - Toryn is just permanent surfer, even off the beach. Like those beach shirts, his headband, shark tooth necklace (probably a gift from the Tweels). I still have no idea for Kit.

Voice claims - Toryn is like Deckard from Bee and Puppycat. Sasha from Amphibia is what I imagine for Kit, even her lines would be really good for Kit.

Birthday - Kit’s is January 3rd, as I’ve said once before, and Toryn is March 8th. For added fun, Kit is a Capricorn and Toryn is Pisces.

Song - Nowhere King fits Toryn in a weird way, other than the last line. Toryn’s whole struggle is not feeling like he belongs anywhere, Toryn doesn’t stand up for himself or make himself noticed, and he just blends in despite being quite a good leader. And Love Like You fits Kit quite well. Kit sees her family, friends and boyfriend giving her so much love, and she’s not used to it, and has trouble showing her love back. She views herself as bad, and when she doesn’t match what she thinks the others expect from her or even match up to them when she views them as better people than her, she only views herself even worse. She doesn’t know why she’s special to them.

Vil and his cryptid husband? Boyfriend? Partner?

He probably gets so many interviews asking about it and Vil never gives a straight answer.

[st-joseph-rtc]

Clementine Victoria Harriet Philippa Devereux

“The most spoiled girl in town.”

Sign off: 🍊💸

Favourite ride/attraction:

Catchphrase: Carousel

Zodiac + nature: Aquarius, the assertive nature

Voice: Soprano

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INFO

Nickname(s): Clem, Clemmie (she hates both, but hates Clem slightly less)

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Queer, but its DEEPLY repressed and she probably won't find out until after high school. She has quite a lot of internalised homophobia

Gender(s): Cis female

Age: 17

Grade: 12th

Birthday: 27th January

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Nationality: Canadian

Ethnicity: White, probably West European (e.g. British, German idk)

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PHYSICAL

Attire: She often wears blouses, skirts and sweaters. Often like school uniform outside of school. She likes to look clean and presentable, and would never be caught dead in “casual” clothes like leggings, t-shirts and anything not designer/tailored.

Height: 5’7”

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light brown

Appearance: Long, light-brown hair, freckles in summer. She rarely smiles and just ALWAYS looks pissed off.

Distinct Features: Long-ish nails, always on her phone.

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PERSONALITY

Personality: Very spoiled, expects everything handed to her on a silver platter. When she doesn’t get what she wants, she can become very manipulative. To some adults (e.g. teachers) although she is entitled, she does naturally well in school so they treat her well. She is generally respected by figures of authority, especially as many of them are also rich and see this behaviour as normal. To her peers, she is very popular. This is not because she is genuinely nice and well-liked, it is because of her money, and her tendency to be manipulative. She has many “friends” but little to no genuine friendships as she bullies people who are lower class than her, and gossips about almost everyone behind their back.

Skills: Manipulation, she is naturally smart.

Likes: Fashion, shopping, gossiping, travel (she goes on posh family vacations multiple times a year)

Dislikes: people below her in status, working hard (she’s used to getting everything given to her)

Strengths: She can manipulate people very well so she gets her own way often, also she's naturally gifted.

Weaknesses: Being told ‘no’. She'll throw a full on tantrum.

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LIFE

Biography: She was born in the USA, had to move because her dad wanted to capitalise off of the Uranium mines (theyre old money but just very greedy and want more). She got sent to a private school in Uranium where some rich kids go, there is a lot of scholarship kids though.

Overall she was very spoiled as a child and her parents put the idea that she was better than everyone because of the money. They dote on her very much and want her to marry into more money when she is of age.

School: St Joseph's

Classes: Basics, French, Textiles, PE

Extracurriculars: St Joseph's choir, horse riding

House: She probably has a large house, many unnecessary bedrooms. She lives with her parents and brother.

Car: Porsche.

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RELATIONS

Parents: Unnamed but RICH

Siblings: Cal

Relatives: N/A

Friends: Morgan (it's complicated)

Romance: N/A

Pets: N/A

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Faceclaim: Picrew

Voiceclaim: Chloe Valentine, BMC

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley: They Don't Even Know Me Yet

Martin Aston, MOJO, January 2003

In 1992 Jeff Buckley gave his first ever press interview. A decade later, MOJO unearths this incredible, little-seen document.

AUTUMN IN NEW YORK, 1992. A tiny East Village cafe, the Sin-e. It's packed, but there's a seat near the very front, under the singer's nose. His, eyes are clenched shut. He's nervous, edgy, but it's a truly memorable show; jittery, comical, thrilling, mesmeric. When he's singing the voice is pure, stretching high-low, curling around a song. He closes on a song that could very well be a lullaby, and your eyes close with his.

Three days later, in another tiny cafe, via a mutual friend who knows Tim Buckley is your all-time favourite singer, and who told you, 'You gotta hear his son', you meet Jeff. He's dressed down — plaid shirt, jeans — which draws you to the face; short, thatched hair, looming eyes, rich lips, a wary expression. It's his first ever interview, and he's nervous, defensive. The first thing he says, almost before handshakes, is whether you're here purely because of Tim. No, but then again, yes. He accepts that there's little point writing about Jeff simply because you love Tim, any more than you can avoid Tim because of Jeff. In the end, only Dutch magazine OOR takes a chance on an interview with a total unknown: based, of course, on the familial connection to Tim. The interview is never published in the UK. By the time everyone catches up with Jeff the interview is out of date. But now, given his death and enshrined appeal, it's timeless.

When did music first make an impact on you?

As a child. There was my mother's breasts and then there was music. It felt like another person in the house that floated with me everywhere. All my life, I've sung along to the radio, stuff like [Spiral Staircase's] 'I Love You More Today Than Yesterday'. My mum would drive me to school, playing mellow Californian radio, stuff like Chicago, Crosby Stills and Nash, Blood Sweat and Tears, Sly and the Family Stone, James Brown, The Temptations, every day! She married a car mechanic, who couldn't carry a tune, but he had amazing taste and he turned me on to Booker T, Led Zeppelin and Joni Mitchell, Hoyt Axton and Willie Nelson. My mum pretty much sung to me — she's a classically-trained pianist and cellist. So it was mainly me and my mum, because my parents split before I was born. I hung around my grandmother too — she'd play me stuff like The Chambers Brothers.

It's rare to hear someone smitten with both traditional blues and modern blues. I'm thinking of your cover of 'Fare Thee Well'.

That's Dink's Song. It was originally written by a washerwoman. That's where the best music came from, from old European-American criminals bringing Africans to America. My favourites are Robert Johnson and Bukka White, The Staple Singers, Billie Holiday. I cover 'Strange Fruit', too. I figured I wouldn't be able to meet these people, so I learn from them by hearing them sing. Some of the coolest music is Johnny Cash, which isn't a black or white thing. I love Mariachi music, Ray Charles, Edith Piaf, the Sex Pistols, Muddy Waters…I just saw gifts dangling from them and wanted to take it. I guess I want to be an archetypal entertainer, an archetypal bard, a minstrel. I guess I have a romantic vision. Even though punk happened to me, and Robert Johnson, I want to be a realty good storyteller, and those songs have great stories.

What do you love about 'Twelfth Of Never'?

I cover the Nina Simone version. It's just the way she does it. I can't get into Elvis's version, it doesn't capture my imagination, though he had a beautiful voice. Every time I hear 'Can't Help Falling In Love', I cry. I can't separate Charles Manson from The Beatles or the Clambake movie from Elvis, though. But I love all music. I'm the Cocteau Twins' biggest fan, too. They allow their deepest eccentricities to be the music itself, and not just something they want to project. Liz Fraser is one of the only originals. They're just regular people, too. I got to meet her once, she was very shy, which puts a weird curve on music as well. Imagine that sound coming out of her mouth when she's in the kitchen scrambling eggs.

Was music your first true love?

Besides sex? One surrounds the other. I can remember being obsessed with my stepfather's stereo, getting into trouble for using it. He was really possessive of control over it, like a car. It was expensive equipment, so I was really careful. Then one day, I wanted to listen to a live bootleg of Jimi Hendrix, and he went mad. I had a tape player in my room, I shared it with another kid in the family. You had to stick a hanger in it for it to work.

How do you feel when you open your mouth and sing?

Like it's real. I feel like crying. I feel like I am crying! It's the middle point between laughing and immense joy and crying. I feel the best when I'm singing.

When did you start?

In front of an audience at a family get-together. My stepfather got drunk and fell asleep in front of everyone, and my grandmother got really embarrassed, so to direct attention away from him, I sung every Elton John song I knew. I was a huge fan then. They gave me some silver dollars for doing it. I was 13 (laughs). My friend and I started play electric guitars, you know, 'Stairway To Heaven', for a talent show at junior high school. We lost…We were living in southern California then. I later had a band in northern California, in Willetts, called Axxis. It wasn't my idea. It's one of the 19 cities I've lived in, I attended four high schools. One I spent two weeks in. My mum was quite a gypsy.

What did you make of your own voice?

I hated it, but I got over it. I'm horribly self-critical. I think the first time I heard it, I thought no way could I ever keep anything from anyone, it was all there in the voice. Some ways that people sing, they put it across in language, and it's almost impossible, because they have a wall between them and the expression. I'm trying to get deeper in the hole, trying to learn things when I hear voices.

Did the concept of singing on a stage come easily to you?

It was totally natural, I just did it. It was like going to the beach, like, I'm going into the ocean! I never thought about it. I first sang at a dance in Northern California Methodist Church, to high school kids. When I was 13, I already knew what I wanted to do. My all-time favourite was Led Zeppelin, and I knew I wanted to belong to that. In the '70s, there was an overspill of rock life, which becomes coffee table material, with books on Kiss and rock stars on TV. I knew it was possible for some people to do it for a living. I spent hours listening to Magical Mystery Tour. I felt like an archaeologist, which is fine, because I liked dinosaurs! But that was the wrong direction.

I left home when I was 17, because I was tired of moving around. I played in lots of LA bands, just to make money. There was a reggae band for a while, The AKB Band, a rag-tag motley crew, with one rasta guy. I played guitar. We ended up backing up U-Roy, Shinehead and Judy Mowatt, and at the Bob Marley day at Long Beach. We did cheesy session work for demos, too.

What did the experience teach you?

The simplicity. I guess it didn't teach me much at the time. It's like your parents telling you what not to do. But Pablo, the rasta, everything he said about playing makes sense now. Forget the next band. I then decided not to spread myself that thin. I didn't like southern California, LA especially. Hollywood isn't a real town, but that's the reality of it. I'd wanted to see New York since I saw it on TV when I was 12, to experience the energy, so I took off in 1990. I got a couple of jobs, and went hungry for a long while, before I got an offer to record songs in LA, so I flew back, and recorded four songs. I went back-and-forth a bit, before I met Gary Lucas at a show in New York, at a tribute show to my father. I thought playing with Gary would be interesting but it turned out to be a disaster. We had two completely different paths…the cart was before the horse. But I learnt to go out and sing, in impossibly intimate settings, when guys are right up against you. You learn how to move a room. The biggest challenge is to put a song across live. The audience shouldn't see your face, or your body, they should just hear you.

Do you enjoy the New York scene?

I dig it. If I was in LA, I wouldn't be doing anything, but here, there's a real respect. There's a respect for anything original. Maybe I'm overpoweringly romanticising New York, but so many amazing things happen here on an ordinary level, like Lou Reed lives here, wow! I first heard him in '76 but he got into my soul, it just takes one time, like Helen Keller…it's just the sound of the song. I was in somebody else's car, feeling lonely. Heroin is so beautiful, like a big black kiss, the way it builds. He sounds like a punk who knows everything. He's got such erudition, but he's not too smart.

What stage are you at right now?

Always at the beginning. I'd love to make a record. Clive Davis at Arista wanted to sign me but he hadn't heard me, it was just on the basis of what his right hand man, the head of A&R, had said. I plan to start from what matters. In September, I'll perform all new material, a lot of covers, and I wanna find people to play with. Yeah, a band, just because of the certain feeling I need. An energy.

Can I raise the delicate matter of your dad, Tim?

Sometimes, with people who knew him, they've come for a nice night out, but they see me, they don't think about him. Those who do, I don't hang around them. We're different. The people who knew him, they have apparently a very magic memory, but it's been a claustrophobic thing all my life. I knew him for a total of nine days. He never wrote, never called.

Do people claim that you're just your father's son?

If anyone mentions that, I walk. If I go to a club, and some writer uses that area, then I rip the shit down and say, Fuck you, see you later, we can talk about this next time, because I'm on my own.

Do you listen to his records?

Yeah, mostly to learn about him as a person. He wrote a couple of songs about me and my mother, which is sometimes tough. His style has nothing to do with what I do. It's funny that we were born with the same parts, but when I sing, it's me. Technically, I can do what he did, but our expression is not the same, it's a completely different sphere. His was a different time, influenced by Dylan and the folkies. I don't even talk like him. But I can do a good impersonation of him, knitting up my eyebrows, which makes people laugh.

As far as music goes, so many people who I know and love, who give me so much, they don't even know me yet. I want to make something completely new. I was into Miles Davis in 1984, he said he could tell when people were paying tribute to him but it was just copying. The only way to pay tribute is to bring something new to the fold. I want to work so hard that everything of me bums away, like the chemical in the match. Which leaves what really is me, or what I think is me. It can be such a joy. Like the Beatles, they were geniuses, you know? Music's like a sign language between people, so when a guy from Iran or America hears The Beatles, they go 'Wow!' They don't think of killing each other. There's something about music that hits the cavemen in us, even more than a speech or painting. I just want to achieve my own vibe. I want to go someplace else. There's more ways of saying 'I love you', more ways of saying 'where the hell do I fit in?', more ways of saying 'why doesn't anyone love me?, 'when is somebody going to want to kiss me?' I'm sick of waiting, waiting to be understood. And it's nothing arty, nothing lofty, it's just fucking different, and I want to leave this world behind a little so that maybe I will see that it's bigger and I haven't left it at all.

[eventuallyaugust]

hyunseol (txt) profile and facts (updated!)

hyunseol (휸설) is south korean soloist and a member of the six-member group txt under hybe (formerly big hit entertainment). she debuted solo in --- 2022 with the mini album “hyacinth avenue”.

stage name: seol (설)

birth name: oh hyunseol (��휸설)

english name: azrael oh (previous: reese oh)

position: —

face claim: oh haewon (nmixx)

birthday: january 3, 1999

zodiac sign: capricorn

chinese zodiac: hare/rabbit

height: 180.34 cm (5’11″)

weight: 67 kg (148 lbs)

blood type: o+

mbti type: istp-t (her previous result was estp)

representative emoticon: 🐨

nationality: korean

instagram: soyseol

fandom name: seolmate

spotify playlist: txt seolace

hyunseol 's facts:

– hyunseol was born in incheon, south korea but moved to the us when she was four and moved back to seoul, south korea when she was thirteen.

– family: parents, uncle, two aunts, grandparents, cousins, niece

– she confirmed that she is a younger cousin of exo's oh sehun. (vlive)

– she attended incheon nonhyeon high school.

– hyunseol was the 1st member to be revealed on january 10, 2019.

– her representative animal is owl. (questioning film)

– her representative flower is purple hyacinth. (questioning film)

– at the end of her question film, the morse code translates to “future”.

– she can speak korean, english, japanese, and spanish. she also said that she is trying to learn other languages like french. (vlive)

– her introduction video surpassed 1 million views within the first 24 hours, along with her member yeonjun.

– she auditioned in big hit because her friends double dared her to do it and got accepted several weeks after. (vlive)

– her training period is 4 years and a half.

– she is the oldest of the group, older than yeonjun by a few months.

– her favorite fruits are bananas, avocados, and oranges.

– she has a fanbase ever since her reveal.

– her fandom name is "seolmates".

– on her birthdays, she sang songs as a gift to moas and her fans. songs list: 2020 - magic!'s 'rude'; 2021 - 5sos's 'ghost of you'; 2022 - d.o.'s 'rose (eng ver)'; 2023 - ricky montgomery's 'mr. loverman'

– hyunseol says she doesn’t have a particular hobby, but according to beomgyu, she is often seen crocheting and doodling in the dorm.

– she is a former jyp entertainment trainee.

– her past time is writing lyrics and solving mind games. (spotify k-pop quiz)

– hyunseol excels at games, especially video games. (talk x today ep.1)

–her favorite number is 8. she talks about how she always get lucky with that number. she also said that's her number she chose to put in her track team shirt. (talk x today ep.2)

– hyunseol has been a great observant of people's emotions and body languages, according to her members. (talk x today ep.1) 

– hyunseol has a nickname given by members: “ace” because the ace of different cards are always seen in her room. (talk x today ep.3) 

– hyunseol used to play for a track team in high school and won several competitions. (talk x today ep.3) 

— hyunseol said that she was popular in her previous school and received so many confession and love letters she bough another locker for her admirers to fill, instead of the locker she's using for studying. (vlive)

– according to yeonjun, hyunseol is the reason that the production added the morse code in crown's intro. (vlive)

– she said that she decided to leave her position blank because it's best to keep moas on the edge of their seats and experiment with music. (vlive)

– according to hyunseol, yeonjun is more of a fake maknae than she is despite being older than him.

– hyunseol said she learned the sign language because of her deaf grandmother. (fansign 150319)  

– according to huening kai, hyunseol often accompanies him whenever he wants to buy plushies. (fansign 150319) 

- she is afraid of the heights (fansign 150319)

– hyunseol shared that she always give flowers to everyone in her school, no matter who they are in valentines day. (talk x today ep.2) 

– she learned how to speak spanish due her aunt's spanish partner. (vlive)

– she is often called a walking calculator in her previous school. (idol room) 

– according to yeonjun, she has a high alcohol tolerance and will still be sober even there are already several bottles that have been consumed. (vlive) 

– she got interested in cooking and became the designated cook in the dorm. she also said that if she wasn't an idol, she would be a chef. (spotify k-pop quiz)

- she officially changed her name from reese oh to azrael oh since the previous name is registered in the us and she wants to change it for a fresh start. (idol room)

– her favorite colors are sage green, pink, beige (fansign  150319), and sea blue. (spotify k-pop quiz) 

– she was a special mc in music bank with lee chaemin.

– she has a total of 9 tattoos over the years; an ace of clubs on the side of her index finger on her left hand, a small lotus flower on her back between her shoulders, an infinity symbol at the back of her left ear, a compass on her left wrist, a paper crane on her forearm, a heartbeat on her collarbone, a crown below her belly button, arm bands on her right bicep, and an orion constellation on her left hip (ig live, 2024)

– she got involved in dating rumours with aespa's karina and lesserafim's yunjin in which none of them has been confirmed. she also got involved in a dating rumor with viviz' umji and bighit immediately addressed the rumor as false.

– hyunseol's ideal type: she says her ideal type is someone who loves her as much as she loves them, doesn't afraid to speak their mind, and someone will treat her right. (vlive) 

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Saints&Reading: Friday, January 13, 2023

January 13_January 31st

We are living the nativity of Christ that we celebrated on Saturday January 6th, 2022. One more time we’ll sing the troparion of the feast before meals. Tomorrow we’ll be back to “our Father” 

Troparion: Thy nativity, O Christ our God,/ hath shone forth the light of knowledge upon the world;/ for therein those who worship the stars/ have been taught by a star to worship Thee,/ the Sun of righteousness,/ and to know Thee the Orient from on high.// O Lord, glory be to Thee!

THE NUN MELANIA OF ROME (439) 

Saint Melania was born in Rome into a devout Christian family. Her parents, people of property and wealth, hoped that their daughter would marry and have children who would inherit their wealth.

At fourteen years of age Melania was married to the illustrious youth Apinianus. From the very beginning of their married life, Saint Melania asked her husband to live with her in chastity or else release her from the marriage. Apinianus answered, “I cannot agree to this right now. When we have two children to inherit the property, then we shall both renounce the world.”

Soon Melania gave birth to a daughter, whom the young parents dedicated to God. Continuing to live together in marriage, Melania secretly wore a hair shirt and spent her nights in prayer. The second child, a boy, was premature and had severe complications. They baptized him, and he departed to the Lord.

Seeing the suffering of his wife, Apinianus asked the Lord to preserve Saint Melania’s life, and he vowed to spend the rest of their life together in chastity. Recovering, Saint Melania stopped wearing her beautiful clothing and jewelry. Soon their daughter also died. The parents of Saint Melania did not support the young couple’s desire to devote themselves to God. It was only when Saint Melania’s father became deathly ill, that he asked their forgiveness and permitted them to follow their chosen path, asking them to pray for him.

The saints then left the city of Rome, and began a new life completely dedicated to the service of God. Apinianus at this time was twenty-four years of age, and Melania twenty. They began to visit the sick, to take in wanderers, and to help the indigent. They visited those who were exiled, and mine-convicts, and the destitute, there in debtor’s prison. After selling their estates in Italy and Spain, they generously helped monasteries, hospitals, widows and orphans in Mesopotamia, Syria, Egypt, Phoenicia, and Palestine.

Many churches and hospitals were built with their assistance. Churches of both West and East benefited from them. Leaving their native land, they set sail for Africa, and a strong storm arose while they were at sea. The sailors said that this was because of the wrath of God, but Saint Melania said that it was not God’s will that they should go directly to their destination.

The waves carried the ship to an island on which barbarians had landed. The besiegers demanded a ransom from the inhabitants, or else they threatened to lay waste the city. The saints supplied the necessary ransom, and thus saved the city and its people from destruction.

Resuming their voyage, they landed in Africa and helped all the needy there. With the blessing of the local bishops, they made offerings to churches and monasteries. During this time Saint Melania continued to humble her flesh by strict fasting, and she fortified her soul by constantly reading the Word of God, making copies of the sacred books and distributing them to those who lacked them. She sewed a hairshirt for herself, put it on, and continued to wear it.

The saints spent seven years in Carthage, and then decided to visit Jerusalem. At Alexandria, they were welcomed by the bishop, Saint Cyril, and they met in church with the holy Elder Nestorius, who was possessed of the gift of prophecy and healing. The Elder turned to them and told them to have courage and patience in expectation of the Glory of Heaven.

At Jerusalem, the saints distributed their remaining gold to the destitute and then spent their days in poverty and prayer. After a short visit to Egypt, where the saints visited many of the desert Fathers, Saint Melania secluded herself in a cell on the Mount of Olives. Only occasionally did she see Saint Apinianus.

Later, she founded a monastery, where eventually ninety virgins lived in obedience to Saint Melania. Out of humility, she would not consent to be abbess, and lived and prayed in solitude as before. In her instructions, Saint Melania urged the sisters to be vigilant and to pray, to disdain their own opinions and cultivate first of all love for God and for one another, to keep the holy Orthodox Faith, and to guard their purity of soul and of body.

In particular, she exhorted them to be obedient to the will of God. Calling to mind the words of the Apostle Paul, she counselled them to keep the fasts “not with wailing, nor from compulsion, but in virtuous disposition with love for God”. By her efforts an oratory and altar were built in the monastery, where they enshrined the relics of saints: the Prophet Zachariah, the holy Protomartyr Stephen, and the Forty Martyrs of Sebaste. About this time Saint Apinianus fell asleep in the Lord. Saint Melania buried his relics and there spent another four years in fasting and unceasing prayer.

Saint Melania wanted to build a men’s monastery on the Mount of the Ascension of the Lord. The Lord blessed her intent by sending a benefactor who provided the means for the monastery. Joyfully accepting it, Saint Melania finished the great work in a single year. In this monastery, saintly men began to lift up unceasing prayer in the church of the Ascension of Christ.

Having completed her tasks, the saint left Jerusalem for Constantinople, hoping to save the soul of her pagan uncle Volusianus who had traveled there from Rome. Along the way she prayed at the relics of Saint Laurence (August 10), at the place of his martyrdom, and received auspicious signs. Arriving in Constantinople, the saint found her uncle had fallen ill. Her demeanor and her inspired discourses had a profound influence on the sick man. He gave up pagan impiety and died a Christian.

During this time many inhabitants of the capital were deceived by the heretical teaching of Nestorius. Saint Melania accepted anyone who turned to her for proper explanation, converting many of them to Orthodoxy. Many miracles were worked through the prayers of the saint.

Returning to her own monastery, the saint sensed the approach of death, and told this to the priest and the sisters. They listened to her final instructions with deep sorrow and with tears. Having asked their prayers and commanding them to preserve themselves in purity, she received the Holy Mysteries with joy. Saint Melania peacefully gave up her soul to the Lord in the year 439.

VENERABLE SABIANA, ABBESS OF THE SAMTSKHE MONASTERY (11th c.)

The nuns of Georgian monasteries have historically been outstanding in their diligence. God entrusted them with the special duties of ceaseless prayer, fasting, needlework, and the raising of orphans. Nuns have been regarded as vessels of sanctity and wisdom, and even royalty would kneel before them.

Many Georgian noblemen would send their children to nuns to be brought up in the Christian Faith. According to the great church figure George the Lesser, when the parents of Saint George of the Holy Mountain decided to have their first-born daughter, Thekla, raised by nuns, they sent her to the “worthy and holy” Sabiana, who at that time was abbess of the Samtskhe Tadzrisi Monastery in southern Georgia.

Saint Sabiana welcomed Thekla and raised her as though she were her own natural daughter.

Before long Thekla’s brother, the seven-year-old George, was also brought to the monastery, and Saint Sabiana spent three years educating and instructing him in the spiritual life.

Further information on the life and labors of Saint Sabiana has sadly not been preserved. But as the Holy Gospel according to Saint Matthew attests, the tree is known by his fruit (Matt. 12:33). The high level of monastic life during Saint Sabiana’s abbacy and the pious lives of her spiritual children attest to the great spiritual heights she attained.

Source: all texts Orthodox Church in America_OCA

MATTHEW 12:15-21 

15 But when Jesus knew it, He withdrew from there. And great multitudes followed Him, and He healed them all. 16 Yet He warned them not to make Him known, 17 that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Isaiah the prophet, saying: 18 Behold! My Servant whom I have chosen, My Beloved in whom My soul is well pleased! I will put My Spirit upon Him, And He will declare justice to the Gentiles. 19 He will not quarrel nor cry out, Nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets. 20 A bruised reed He will not break, And smoking flax He will not quench, Till He sends forth justice to victory; 21 And in His name Gentiles will trust."

TIMOTHY 6:11-16 

11 But you, O man of God, flee these things and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness. 12 Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many witnesses. 13 I urge you in the sight of God who gives life to all things, and before Christ Jesus who witnessed the good confession before Pontius Pilate, 14 that you keep this commandment without spot, blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ's appearing, 15 which He will manifest in His own time, He who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings and Lord of lords, 16 who alone has immortality, dwelling in unapproachable light, whom no man has seen or can see, to whom be honor and everlasting power. Amen.

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Goodbye 2022, you were a good one

It is January 2nd 2023 - at least for the next 42 minutes.

I’ve posted a lot of pictures but no real updates about life. So here’s a little catch-up on how the rest of 2022 went.

I guess I should start with the fact that today marks 6 months of being with Carlos. I’ve never been happier. I love our love so much. We’re so good together and to each other, and we both say exactly what’s going on in our heads to the other. It feels so comfortable, I am forever going to be in awe that I found this kind of love. I never thought I was worthy of it. We had so many adventures and we’ve already discussed our future adventures this upcoming year, safe to say I cannot wait. More camping, more off-road adventures, all the things I used to do alone but now with the love of my life.

Kayli is moving in in March. Jesse is moving out and I know there’s a whole post about that so I won’t go on and on but I think us not living together anymore will be for the best. I’m excited to revamp the apartment, and to see Kayli more, and just have fun hangs. Most of our hangs have been in my apartment anyway so now she just won’t have to drive home. I feel like the vibes are just going to get so dang cozy.

I am a godmother now. Kristine gave birth on 11/11/22 to Mikaela Aviana Charlton. She was suppose to be born a Sagittarius but she decided to arrive early and be a Scorpio with a Gemini moon. I truly cannot wait for her to grow into a little person with her own personality. I flew home for a weekend just to meet her and spend time with Kristine and Rae. They are really killing the parenting game, and give me some hope that I can do it too but I know I wouldn’t be able to do it without Carlos. Carlos is like Rae in that he’s the calm chill parent and that’s exactly what I need to balance me out. Kristine seems so happy though, she’s become so emotional since becoming a mom and I absolutely love to see it. 

I hosted thanksgiving and christmas at the apartment. It was just for Carlos and his roommates but still. It was so exciting and fun. I was very awkward on Thanksgiving but then Christmas was a breeze. I really love cooking for so many people and watching them love what I’ve made. Thanksgiving was a roasted chicken, Roasted vegetables, honey butter rolls, green bean casserole, stuffing, pumpkin pie, and apple sauce cake. Christmas was roast beef, onions au jus, Asparagus with whipped feta, mashed potatoes, more honey butter rolls, maple carrots, and a gingerbread cake.

Christmas in general was a hit. We celebrated noche buena at Carlos’ and he made Dominican food which was delicious. I could not stay up to midnight without napping. It’s going to be a challenge in future years, I can already tell. But Carlos got me a knife sharpener as his joke gift because I always have dull knives, a pet cam to watch Lilith while I’m away, and a pinned death’s-head hawkmoth. And his roommate’s got me gifts too which was the sweetest. He loved my gifts for him as well - a purple TC Tugger shirt (made by me), a personalized cookie tin with never ending refills, and a gold chain. He hasn’t taken the chain off since I gave it to him and it makes me so happy that he really likes it.

My birthday was also a good day. While I got the birthday sads the day before and found myself sobbing for no real reason, my actual birthday went well. I reserved brunch at the Lumber Baron Inn and we ended up being the only guests which was very fun. Then we went to the Kirkland Museum of Fine and Decorative art which was just so cool, and then the Denver Nature and Science Museum which was also very cool. Their Gem and Mineral exhibit is so freaking cool. And then we had dinner at Ocean Prime. I thought it would be a nice cap off to the year since that is where I went in January for my first solo dinner. 

I could gab on more and more but now it’s only January 2nd for 16 more minutes and I’m quite tired. But it’s safe to say 2022 has been a great time and I’m excited for what the next year holds.  

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Pairing: BTS, POLY!OT7 x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing, as of January 2nd, 2022

Summary: The one thing Kim Seokjin ever wished with his whole heart for, was to one day have a real family.

Warnings: She/her pronouns for reader insert, mature themes so reader’s discretion is advised.

YEAR: August 2004

Kim Seokjin, Age: 12 / Kim Namjoon, Age: 10

Being the only child of a wealthy businessman and beauty queen who spent most of their time on flights in and out of the country, Seokjin spent the majority of his early childhood begging to be given a sibling to keep him company.

He’d decided at age four that no amount of nannies, maids or butlers were sufficient enough company to keep him happy in the absence of his parents. He longed for someone around his age to play games, sing and eat with.

His sole caregiver since birth, Migyung, was a kind and indulgent woman in her mid-sixties, who he had fondly come to consider as a surrogate mother, would often fall asleep the second they were alone and she’d settled into a chair- so playtime was doomed to be a solo pursuit from the very beginning.

On his twelfth summer, his mother, influenced by some foreign power unknown to him, bestowed him with a surprise.

Not the news of her rearing a child of course. This miracle presented itself as a boy, dressed in all white with an oversized and obnoxious, red bow draped around his neck.

The salt and pepper ears that seemed to shoot out of the top of his head, paired with a matching tail swishing apprehensively behind him, quickly piquing his interest.

“Surprise!” She cried out joyously, wearing a pleased smile that signified she was feeling quite proud of herself for organizing this. “You worked so hard on your grades this year, that I figured I’d talk to your father about getting you a gift! All A’s is no easy feat.

You used to plead with us to give you a little brother or sister, but you know mummy’s been far too busy for that. So your father suggested adopting a pet, and we found him! Isn’t he the cutest? His name is Namjoon.” She cooed, affectionately pinching the boy’s cheek. He didn’t make a sound or move. Instead he appeared to be gauging Seokjin’s reaction, as though he was sizing him up.

“He’s a Labrador Wolf. There are less than 10,000 of this kind in the world. They’re quite a commodity! I say, we lucked up with such a find.” She droned on, only halting when one of the butlers entered the room with a message of her manager being on hold.

After which, she quickly shooed the two boys out of the room with an abrupt and absentminded order to “go play now”.

Once in the hallway with the door to her parlor pushed firmly shut behind them, they stood in awkward silence. An air of unsureness muddling the space. 

Plucking up the courage, Seokjin cleared his throat. Looking up from his shoes to Namjoon’s face- only to find that the hybrid was already staring intently at him. Like he was awaiting orders, or some near-to-come punishment.

“Uhh, my name is Kim Seokjin. I was born in 1992.” He offers politely, anxiously fiddling with the ends of his shirt. He’d never interacted with a hybrid before, and the few he’d observed with subtle fascination during his parent’s dinner parties were far older than this one.

“I know.” The boy answered matter-of-factly, his voice even and thick. “I’m Kim Namjoon, born in 1994. It’s nice to meet you, Seokjin-hyung.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rise at this. “Your family name is Kim as well?”

The hybrid tries to stifle the incredulous look that falls onto his face before he answers, “No. Those born into the adoption system aren’t assigned surnames in favor of receiving the name of the family, or person, who selects us.”

“Oh.” Seokjin returns his gaze to his shoes as he processes the somber information that was relayed to him in such a straightforward and frank manner. “I didn’t know that, I’m sorry.”

“Um… No need to be, hyung.” Namjoon answers after a beat of silent awe. It was the first time in his life that anyone, let alone a human, had apologized to him or even appeared sympathetic to his background.

“Right..” Seokjin replied, his attention diverting to the obtrusive, red brow that still hung around the younger boy’s neck.

“Well, let me be sorry about this at least. It must be unbelievably humiliating having to walk around with such a garish thing tied to you. I can’t imagine what they were thinking when they put this on you.”

“She said it’d make me look more like a present.” Namjoon recalls soberly, causing Seokjin to scoff as he carefully frees him of the ribbon. Haphazardly tossing it onto a random table in the hallway.

After another pause of silence, he speaks up with newfound interest. “Do you like video games, Namjoon-ah?”

YEAR: February 2010

Kim Seokjin, Age: 18 / Kim Namjoon, Age: 16

In honor of Seokjin graduating high-school, his parents decided to host a formal dinner party. Though he struggled to understand how keeping the invite list reserved to only his father’s business partners, and mother’s work associates could possibly make him happy.

The occasion was quickly diminished to just another opportunity for them to encourage further business collaborations and social networking.

But he still pulled on the suit his mother and Migyung picked out for him. And helped Namjoon into a nice, customized two-piece made specially for hybrids. The pants featuring a tailored slot made just the right size for his tail to proudly slip through.

And as the night progressed, having a friend present to offer emotional support eased the suffocating pain that was appeasing rich A-listers with far too much time on their hands and an intense lack of self-awareness.

Or maybe it was empathy they lacked? They spoke on uncomfortable subjects, made unwarranted comments on one’s appearance and flitted about the room like costumed clowns.

Seokjin had come to hate nothing, and no one, more than the arrogant and entitled.

Just as he was finishing up his goodbyes for the evening, amazed at how he had somehow managed to get through the engagement with no major hiccups- he was suddenly ushered over to his father.

The older man’s face was expertly plastered with the smile he reserved primarily for charming those of similar, if not superior standing, into partnering with his corporation.

Dressed in an immaculate black suit and tie; the few strands of dark hair that had managed to slip free during the events of the night, fell forward and flowed effortlessly along his face, curling above his brow.

He looked the same as always. Proud, high-class and entirely in his element.

On his left stood a tall foreigner with gelled back blonde hair, his face littered with laugh lines. He appeared to be a young man of only twenty-seven. The two smugly exchanged hushed words before subsiding into loud cheers as he approached their cologne-soaked bubble.

“Seokjin! This is a work associate of mine from France.” He announced eagerly. Clasping a hand around his son’s shoulder and extending the other holding a champagne flute, towards said guest.

“Mr. Bernadotte and I have been corresponding for quite sometime now over video calls and he’s organized a present for you that I believe you’ll be quite pleased with.”

Offering the man a brief nod and smile, he allowed the two to continue to dominate the conversation. There weren’t many opportunities made for him to speak for himself at events like these.

“Yes! Your father has told me much about you. One of those things being that you’ll be moving to Seoul to begin university this year.”

“That is correct.” He confirmed, beginning to feel suspicious of the direction that the discussion was going in.

“Right. Well, he’s also told me that you were feeling rather sorry about having to leave your young, wolf hybrid alone during long school days- so we thought we’d offer a solution.” As he finishes his proposal, he turns and signals to one of the maids standing at attention.

Seokjin freezes in disbelief as a girl, no older than Namjoon, is ushered into the room and across the marble flooring.

Her small, white and pink ears shifting further upright as she is presented in front of him in a manner no different from how one would offer an extravagant gift basket, or congratulatory bouquet of flowers.

“Her name is Y/N, she’s a Blanc de Hotot. They’re considered a globally endangered species so it can be quite difficult to get your hands on one if you don’t have the right connections, but I pulled a few strings.

The breed originated in France, however she is especially unique- bred in The States but raised between the agency’s quarters in Paris and Seoul.

You’ll find her temperament to be gentle and friendly. She’s fluent in English, French and Korean; proving to be a very astute learner. 

And don’t let the fact that she’s a bunny dissuade you, she was thoroughly socialized around prey and predator hybrids alike.” He explained confidently. Caressing her shoulders proudly as if she were a prized trophy made of pure gold.

Sneaking a cautious glance over to his father, as Mr. Bernadotte continued his selling points, Seokjin finds that he is enthralled with the younger man’s spiel. Seemingly unphased by the fact that his son is being offered a living being, a little girl no less, from a complete stranger.

His expression bordered on intrigue as the gentleman says, “And if you’re interested in getting into the breeding market, you’ll be pleased to know that Rabbit Hybrids can reproduce year round, up to five times a year and as early as fourteen years of age. And miraculously enough, Y/n here just turned fifteen this year.”

Seokjin chokes back a pained grimace at the proposition, his skin becoming clammier the longer he stays engaged in the distasteful conversation.

Forcing out a smile and satisfactory word of appreciation, he’s finally granted his invitation to retire for the night, of which he accepts gratefully. 

Guiding the young hybrid through the crowd and wordlessly motioning to a stunned Namjoon to follow as they retreat to his wing of the house.

Once the group is safe within the spacious confines of Seokjin’s suite, he guides the two hybrids to the dining table. Y/n sits down quietly as instructed, resting her hands softly in her lap.

“Okay.” Seokjin exhales deeply, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the prospect of going from being responsible for two lives, to suddenly three. 

Though he never really had to “be responsible” for Namjoon. Their relationship had been as though they were friends on equal playing fields from day one, even amidst his parents- and an unfortunate portion of the world having a differing opinion. 

He was strongly against the “master-pet” dynamic elitists tried to push onto him and others with decent morals. 

Hybrids were originally just humans given a portion of animal DNA, the experiments conducted in the hopes of advancing the evolution of humans into a stronger and more superior form. 

However over time, due to widespread hate groups, fear mongering and campaigning, their animal sides were hyper-focused on by politicians and used to push them into a life of general servitude. 

And while there are corners of the world where hybrids can immigrate to live freely, there are still a multitude of restrictions placed onto them and the lives they are allowed to pursue.

As he looks over her, he finally notices the puffy pink dress and white ankle boots they’d clothed her in. Sighing heavily again as whatever tinge of caregiver instinct he had in him effectively kicks in.

Though it was unexpected, she was in his care now and he had the means to not only give her a certain quality of life, but also the guarantee of unwavering safety and protection that unfortunately, not many other hybrids were granted.

Moving to the mini fridge, he pulls out two mini milk glass bottles with straws and places one in front of each of them. It was Namjoon’s favorite brand of mango milk. The wolf bristles further as the cool glass is offered to the girl, though Seokjin fails to notice as he addresses her.

“Y/n. I’m sure you’re aware but my name is Kim Seokjin, and this is Namjoon.” He starts by first pointing to himself and then the other boy. She simply nods affirmatively, allowing him to continue without interjecting.

“I want you to consider me as your friend. Joon and I don’t really do the whole master/owner nonsense. From here on out, you’re allowed to be your own person. So don’t be afraid to voice your opinions and fears, okay?”

She takes some time to reflect on his words, her brows meeting in the middle cutely as she thinks and he guesses she was understandably feeling sceptical- as though maybe he was trying to set her up for failure. 

Everything he’d said went directly against the bulk of what prize hybrids were taught by their breeders. 

After a second she responds softly, “Okay, sir.” and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“No need to call me sir. I’m not my father or that creep Bernadotte. Joon calls me Jin, how about you use that instead?” He offers hopefully, only to be met with a “Okay, Seokjin-ssi.” still addressing him in a formal manner.

“Ah- good enough!” He laughs airily, giving up for the time being. “It’s late so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to buy you your own clothes. In the meantime, you can borrow Namjoon’s. I’ll be back with them.”

Before leaving he coaxes her to try the drink while she waits, only receiving a polite nod and smile from the girl before he moves into the other room.

Watching his form disappear she turns to the boy seated across from her. 

She’d felt his gaze glued to her from the second she’d been brought out by staff and it only seemed to intensify the longer she stayed in his territory.

Normally prey hybrids would be petrified stiff with the prospect of being left with a predator- let alone a wolf, but she simply returned his stare unphased. 

Sliding her untouched glass of sweet milk towards him and offering only a small smile when a low growl bubbled up from his chest.

Sure he was offended when Jin offered up his snacks to her without asking like he usually would (which was a testament to how spoiled he’d become under the older boy’s care), but he felt even further annoyed by the way she gave it back without even trying it.

“I can’t digest milk very well.” She answered quietly, seemingly reading his thoughts before bringing her hand back to her lap. ”Well- at all really. I’m sure it’s yummy though.” Nodding her head towards his own glass that he’d drained almost immediately after it was placed onto the table.

She watches as his cheeks redden at the observation. Averting his eyes from hers before scooping up the drink and sliding the already empty glass in front of her, just as Jin rounds the corner. 

Throwing a quick glance her way, he catches the tiny smile of appreciation that graces her lips at the gesture and he vaguely wonders how someone could be so pretty.

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ATTICUS WRIGHT  ( HE/HIM ) is a CIS MALE, THIRTY year old BARISTA AT DELIA’S CAFE who has been living in Moorbrooke for TWO YEARS. They were born on JANUARY 1ST and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT It has been said that they look suspiciously like ROME FLYNN and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose POPPIN’ CHAMPAGNE by ALL TIME LOW. 

tw: death mention, drugs mention

Due to some complications during giving birth, Atticus never got to meet his mom. He knows she was a wonderful person with a big heart because his father always told him stories of her, even making sure to name him what his mom wanted to name him, and he never did remarry after her passing.

He grew up around his moms side of the family just as much as his dads, as he made sure to involve them in much of Atticus’ life as possible. not to mention,  much of his mother’s free spirit coursed through young Atty.

 Growing up alongside his punk rock loving father, who took him to loads of concerts further nourished the free spirit within him. It was during these shows that he discovered he had a real interest in learning how to play the drums, most of his favorite people from each group also happened to be drummers. his father did not hesitate to get him a drum set and teach him some stuff he knew.

On his tenth birthday  Atticus  was gifted two things, from two different people, that would spark an interest he would carry on until this very day.  The first gift he received was a daily journal & the second gift was a “true cases: true crime for kids” book. It did not take long for Atticus to discover the possibilities he could create with his imagination and some writing utensils. the guy was hooked on creating short stories, writing fan fiction, and jotting down as many dreams as he could remember. He also began to dive into more true crime cases as he grew up, and even began to dream of a day he could be a private investigator.

He was going to school for criminal justice but after his second year he had to drop out of college due to his father needing more at home care. He was twenty-five when his father passed, and after that, he chose to quickly leave town once the services were over. The passing of his father did hit him pretty hard. he began to dive into hard drugs, the party scene more,  momentarily losing himself, but he eventually found the strength to pull himself from that dark hole. Now a days if he smokes, does shrooms, or if he experiments with anything a little harder it’s only to have a good time and not depend on it to make him numb again. He HAS laid back on a lot of drugs, although  he does occasionally like to trip balls with his roommate (wc to be added)  in the comfort of the apartment they share.

He has been living in Moorbrooke, Maine  for two years now and plans to keep living here for another couple more. He works as a barista for Delia’s Cafe and is fluent in both English and Spanish as well. He is also frequently uploading true crime videos to his TIkTok account (135.8K followers. nothing crazy), and still enjoys dabbling in the drums here and there. 

SEXUALITY: 

Figuring it out. 

PERSONALITY:

He would give you his shirt right off his back, even in the dead of winter. He just swears a shit ton...(like his mun)

CONNECTIONS:

UNEXPECTED SIBLINGS: Our muses are actually related but didn’t know until recently! Could be cousins or something crazy like their father/mother had a child before them and never said anything to them!

CRUSH: The feelings don’t have to be returned, but just someone Atticus can have a little crush on. Maybe a co-worker or a customer who frequents Delia! A college friend who just got reunited too could also work!

A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIEND: A friend who occasionally gets high with  Atticus! They don’t have to go hard, but maybe they just enjoy tripping balls or something together. Could also sub the drug part for a drinking buddy!

THE EX: The infamous ex plot! We can plot something out about this. It can or doesn’t have to be angsty!

THE ROOOMATE: I have like a FRIENDS and NEW GIRL vibe for this connection in mind. They have a swear jar and all that because chances are that Atticus probably swears too much outside of work.

MORE TO ADD LATER