#dusty graves seong ;

[withoz]

where : anchorage regional hospital when : june 18th @drvgonbvnny

"I GOT ALL THE SNACKS THAT LOOKED THE BEST." Which, wasn't saying much as she had only gone to the vending machine that was further down on of the halls connecting to the waiting room, but her muscled arms were still abound with candy bars and bags of chips and treats alike. Letting them fall into the chair next to the eldest Graves-Seong, hoping to distract him for just a moment from the worry coating his face. Dorothy knew it was probably a futile attempt, as she was unable to even draw her mind away from Addison's current condition from the fires, only long enough for that concern to jump from being held for one brother to the next. He had held a parental role in all three of the younger Graves-Seong kids for so long that it felt right for her to now return the favor, or try to step up even if it was in a small way. In full honesty, he was the only parent she herself had any memory of as her young age at the death of their parents stole whatever glimpses of whole family she held. "Dustin, you should eat something while we're stuck in the waiting room, anyway. Take first pick of the buffet that is themed by the chip-aisle of a grocery store." There was only a split-second of effort to lift the corners of her mouth, before it felt wrong to do so. "Are you feeling something sweet because I got a Kit Kat. Or if you wanted something more salty, there's Cheezits. Or a strawberry Poptart, but I'm not too sure where that falls on the salty/sweet scale...." Her eyes fell to the snack-sized pile, giving a gentle rummage as if moving them around would further entice him.

[cfmysteries]

location ; the ugly mug

@drvgonbvnny

"I'M GLAD YOU AGREED TO MEET ME HERE," Zeliha said with a push of their hair over their shoulder, sounding a bit like a mob boss from an old movie. Still, their chin was held with some authority, letting Dustin know that they were serious about what they wanted to discuss. The detective may have had their reservations about him in the beginning, and made them known as obvious as they could, but an appreciation for him had grown. They'd continue to give them a hard time, mostly for their own amusement, but Dusty had always been a good sport. And they would like to believe that, at the end of the day, it had only been spurred from wanting to best for Sera and being protective over them. However, having such a protective friend also meant that when a rumor began, there wasn't much to stop Zeliha from getting to the bottom of it, even if it took some aggression. They would always be the first to hear said rumors; one should know that by now. They took a sip of the latte in front of them before raising their eyebrows saying, "I've heard some things. I'm being nice approaching you about it first, so you're welcome. You're also welcome for this opportunity to come clean about it yourself."

[daydreambelievcr]

( dusty's place, early evening, october 8 ) @withoz

"You sick of rewatching Disney movies yet, Pidge?" Valerie wondered as the credits of Lady and the Tramp rolled on the TV across from them, lazily turning her head to the side to properly look at her sister, resting her cheek against the back of the plush living room sofa. "'Cause you just say the word, and I can switch over to the trashy reality TV show of your choice. This is a judgment free house, remember?" she joked, managing a soft smile, but her eyes involuntarily caught on the youngest Graves-Seong's arm, still secure in its sling. The former starlet was doing her best not to fuss over her sister any more than she already had over the last few weeks, determined to offer her a distraction from being housebound. The night of the accident was still a blur to Val—the only things she remembered with much clarity were the sounds of gasps out in the audience alerting her that something had gone wrong and the sight of her sister's face crumbling once she'd made it backstage. It had been enough to send the blonde into action, her heart pounding with a protective urgency so great, everything else that night melted away. Since then, Dorothy's palpable absence during their act felt like a phantom limb. Valerie tried not to dwell on it (the same way she did with most negative things), but sitting together in the stillness of their brother's remote country home, the faint light of the TV casting a neon halo around them both, she felt a tug of concern, compelled to check in and see how Dorothy was handling everything. "How are you feeling, by the way? Not just physically either. It's been... really weird not having you around," she confessed, hoping it would be enough to open a door for them both.

[b4rredteeth]

@drvgonbvnny 14th of September / Duck-Young's home

Abhinav held birthday parties in high esteem, because they knew what it was like to grow up in a big family, and the need people had to have a day where they were the most important individual. Their mother had taught them to treasure birthdays, so they did. Their siblings, their cousins, their own kids, and also the Seong-Graves. Which included Duck-Young’s child as well. 

He’d gotten a Dinosaur-shaped cake and two picture books, both wrapped in Dinosaur themed paper. He arrived at Dusty’s with a huge smile on his face. It had been a while since he’d actually attended a children’s birthday party. Or well, long since his own kids had been that age. It made him slightly giddy, and he had to physically restrain himself from knocking too hard.

[smckesprite]

❀ *◦ ⇝ hey, isn’t that si-woo “addison” graves-seong? i think that the 27 year old from aurora, west virginia works as a drag queen and a donut maker at top pot doughnuts, but outside of that people describe them as having the inability to focus on a single thing, golden retriever energy, and innocence. i hear they are sensitive & acute, but they are also known to be magnanimous and neurodivergent. consider giving them a visit at their home in kingpin trailer park and get to know why they’re called the kaleidoscope hair.

» BASICS.

FULL NAME. si-woo “addison” graves-seong

NICKNAME(S). addy, sunny, sudowoodo ( dustin’s nickname for them, no one else *glares* )

AGE. twenty-seven ( 27 )

DATE OF BIRTH. april 22, 1996

ASTROLOGICIAL SIGN. taurus

PLACE OF BIRTH. aurora, west virginia

HOMETOWN. ?

ORIENTATION. asexual + panromantic

GENDER & PRONOUNS. genderfluid ╱ he + him ┊ they + them

NATIONALITY. american

ETHNICITY. east asian — ( south korean )

RELIGION. atheist

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN. english, korean, spanish & portuguese

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single

CURRENT LOCATION. anchorage, alaska

OCCUPATION. drag queen & donut maker at top pot doughnuts

FINANCIAL STATUS. working-class, poor; barely hanging on for dear life

EDUCATION LEVEL. high school diploma ( salutatorian graduate — didn’t bother trying to go to college because he only lasted one semester )

» APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM. lee felix

HEIGHT. 5 feet, 7 inches ┊ 171 centimeters

HAIR & EYE COLOR. naturally dark brown, constantly dyes their hair & hazel eye color ( wears contact lenses of various colors, purple contact lenses as lulu lopunny )

TATTOOS. their parents and siblings’ names in hangul on their inner wrist — ( tiny, minimalist )

PIERCINGS. two on each earlobe, cartilage, right helix & left orbital

» FAMILIAL DETAILS.

PARENTS. eomma & appa — deceased ✝

SIBLINGS. duck-young “dustin” graves-seong — 36 ; sun-young “valeria / valerie” graves-seong — 25 ; da-eun “dorothy” graves-seong — 23

CHILDREN. n/a

PETS. southern chorus frog ( unnamed, refers to it as frog or dusty sometimes )

CONNECTIONS. circus members he frequently traveled with throughout his time as an act, during his childhood, before and after leading to his parents’ deaths, + relations made through their siblings in town — tbd.

» PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE. magnanimous, empathetic, caring, gentle & neurodivergent

NEGATIVE. acute, sensitive, forgetful, indecisive & unpremeditated

» BACKSTORY.

** posting this before i accidentally delete it & have a mental breakdown again. * TBA.

[aeipathys]

closed starter for @drvgonbvnny location: dusty & sera's home

Mirai took one last endearing glance at the children — Dusty's infant and her toddler, cuddled up and napping — before she left the nursery. Not for the first time, she felt grateful to have been employed by the Graves-Seong couple not long after her arrival in Anchorage a year ago. While she would reckon that she could handle any job, her work ethic almost verging on the brink of workaholic, they were different from those she had worked under in the past. They were kind. Her own schedule was hectic, juggling school and taking care of Masaru, but they'd always been understanding — even offering to have the kids babysat together to help her from paying too much in daycare expenses. Plus, the work that was required of her was neither taxing nor particularly cumbersome. Most days, she considered it to be no different than taking care of a friend. Alaska was a long way from Japan, but they'd played a big part in making it feel more like home.

Her steps were light as she made her way to the kitchen, faint sound of the news trickling in — no surprise, when one half of the couple had volunteered to help in the search efforts.

"Dustin?" A small smile played on her lips, half apologetic at intruding on whatever it was he had been doing. "How are you holding up?" Although Sera was in the supply group, she knew Dusty's affections for his wife, and concern was almost inevitable.

[thvnderr]

dh: 🍪 + dusty!

“Reminds me of my childhood”, he spoke up after swallowing the cookie, “Nothing but hot cocoa and cookies stolen from the ringleader’s tent after a show well done”, Noah grinned before taking another bite. A giraffe behind them stretched the tongue to try and steal the cookie, but the psychic moved it away from its grasp. “Even the same problem of dealing with animals who want a bite as well”, he commented and then looked at the animal, “Ain’t good for you, buddy, but I will bring you some oats ones next time”.

“I’m noticing the Graves-Seong siblings have a thing for baked goods. Went over to Dorothy’s place last week to bake some cookies as well. I guess none of you grew out the sweet tooth, hm?”, he smiled, “but how are Sera and Crash? Haven’t seen them in ages either; maybe we could go out to get dinner some other day and catch up”. Dae-Hyun was going to bite into the rest of the snack when he heard the distant cry of a child; something he would have attributed to a full carnival, but this cry chilled his bones and spiked the hairs of his nape. The tension caused him to break the cookie in half, bringing him back to reality. “Oh! Anxious ticks”, he laughed softly before picking up the bits from the ground before an animal got to them. “So, uh — been up on the trapeze lately? Memories are getting to me, maybe we should go say hi to the trapeze artists, see what they’re up to”.

[daydreambelievcr]

In direct contrast to Murphy and the blind confidence afforded by the God complex of her youth, Valerie still harbored the deep-seated insecurities brought on by her own childhood, buried underneath her usual sunny and optimistic disposition. All of the facets about herself that had once seemed innocuous back in West Virginia were examined under a microscope by her former team at nauseum until they threatened to eclipse everything unique about the performer. Still, she was a different person now than she was back then. The blonde tried not to think about that uncertain little girl too often, content to set her sights on the future instead. "Ah, I know that feeling all too well," Valerie empathized, letting an uncomfortable truth slip in the presence of a friend. "I swear, I got so sick of people telling me I was 'mature for my age.' What does that even mean? Maybe that's why I spend my days as a fully grown woman runnin' around with little ones, makin' sure they still get to be kids."

A light peel of laughter slipping past her lips, Val shook her head in disbelief. "Oh, I'm sure you don't evaporate! But I get it if you prefer the cold. Luckily, we mountain folk are used to both," the blonde declared, standing up straighter, her chunky white go-go boots giving her a few extra inches of height. "Now I have to tell Dusty whatta big fan of his show ya are. He'll be beside himself that you enjoy the show so much, ya had to listen even while you were off havin' adventures 'round the world," the acrobat insisted, her smile brightening on behalf of the eldest Graves-Seong, so proud of everything her sibling had accomplished in Anchorage. Following behind Murphy in anticipation of viewing the gallery's newest installment, Valerie's mouth dropped open in a small "o," taking in the display with wide eyes. "Whoa... you were right about this being trippy," she exhaled, the wonder apparent in her tone. "This is so cool. I'm usually pretty dense about art, so you might have to clue me in on the inspirations and all that. But the meaning's pretty clear to me."

"You definitely do," Murphy concurred as Valerie spoke on the different facets of wisdom — they might have displayed as polar opposites, but that didn't negate the other's capabilities. She had once developed a God complex in her youth, mostly in thanks to her mother's harsh rule and the perfectionism that took root in the young artist's soul as a result, but as the years wore on, the less she seemed to think she was, or ever needed to be, this omniscient force when it concerned life and all its obstacles. "I'm not sure anyone's actually called me an expert before," she admitted, a meek blush blossoming on the apples of her cheeks. "I suppose I always suffered from that good ol' fashioned 'good for my age' trope." As gifted of a child as she was, she couldn't deny how detrimental the awareness of her talents had been on her psyche.

She slid her palms into the pockets of her checkered slacks comfortably, head cocked sideways as she listened intently to Valerie and felt a warm smile break her neutral expression. "Well, if you melt, then I practically evaporate," she returned in jest. "Yeah, I never really stopped, actually. I even listened while I was away — just had a friend record it for me. I think I fell asleep to his voice a few times, even," Laughter emanated from her chest, shaking her head at the memories of pulling all-nighters and having the balanced chaos of the distant ocean coupled with Dustin's voice lull her to sleep. "In that case, I think you'll love it." Rounding a corner, her eyes shimmered with excitement as she made a sweeping motion with her arm to show off the environment. "It's called Climate Changing. You see, we have these sawed-off tree limbs here, spray-painted black, and then here — all these birds? Painted skeletons, all real, mind you, picking at the bark because they have nothing left to eat in their habitats."

[silvcrpanthera]

what: dusty & sera graves-seong’s baby shower event. when: july 16th, 2pm. where: space cowboys diner.

“How are you enjoying the party?” It didn’t take much for the silver-haired host to chisel an amicable demeanor — a people person by design and not nature still permitted finesse to distill out of their pores, visceral to many with the exception of those who could peer through the charade. Regardless, the exterior was not ill-intended this time around, and rather conveyed to escalate the cheer around them. While their lack of hearing might have been an obstacle, the bustle was sufficient to keep them distracted, as well as the stirs within their abdomen. So far, everything seemed to swirl according to plan — the guests were merrily interacting with one another, the games enthusing enough to maintain apparent interest. Sitting down on one of the more-slumped chairs, needing to loosen their legs for a bit, a smile was plastered on their lips. “I hope the fudge brownies are to your liking — my spouse helped a little bit, and I added a special sweet ingredient to butter it up even more. It seems to be a favorite so far.” Sera briefly bowed their head to the one they were speaking to, occasionally glissading their gaze to ensure that their partner was doing well. “Anything that Dusty and I could get you? I’m taking a quick rest, but I would also like to make certain that all of our guests are attended to just fine.”

@deadeyestart​

[withoz]

the bestest family group chat

dorothy: i need advice dorothy: and it's not relationship advice dorothy: but maybe i want it to be dorothy: but i don't want to be weird...or creepy dorothy: but i like them and i don't know if they like me and i'm so confused

[cfmysteries]

@drvgonbvnny

where : zeliha’s condo

“HOW ARE YOU ABLE TO DO THIS SO EASILY?” Zeliha asked, eyes trained on the screen as they peered over Dusty’s shoulder, quizzical. They weren’t sure why they had never asked him for help in this subject before, probably because they spent majority of their time with him poking fun at his expense or calling bullshit on certain dungeon master calls. The brunette knew there was more to him by then, and mostly, treated their friendship so mockingly for their own amusement. If they were honest, they did enjoy him as a friend and did now approve of Dusty as a partner for Sera. “Okay, you need to teach me how to do this. Or, even better, just do this for me every time I’m looking at a new case. How does that sound?” Their tone made it sound as if it were a favor being bestowed upon Dustin as if not the opposite. Fingers impatiently tapped against rhythm on his shoulder as they asked, “But seriously, is there anything on the New Years Eve cases? It seems like everyone I’ve spoken to in person has nothing to say. Surely at least one person on the internet will talk.” Zeliha was unable to keep their distain about the lack of information they were able to uncover from being evident in their voice. “Are the people that post on here able to hack in police records?” That was all they needed. If they could just get ahold of the police records, they would have struck gold. Not that they thought the cops had much more information than they gathered themself. 

[cfmysteries]

⊙  + dusty

honesty night: january 21st, 2023

I think you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak | 

[cfmysteries]

"i'm glad you started digging into this." + dusty

meme night

FROM WHERE THEY WERE LEANING OVER HIM, forearm against his shoulder, Zeliha merely tilted her head to the side in a small shrug. Their eyes were still glued to the screen Dusty was speedily typing across, not entirely understanding what he was doing but too nosy to stand back and wait to see if anything noteworthy would come of it. "I would say someone has to, but it seems to have garnered a lot of interest from a lot of people. They just don't have good connections like I do." The podcast may have started on just gathering and putting together all the official information that has been reported on certain cases, but somewhere along the way, that hadn't been enough for Zeliha. The brunette had a desire for more, ever the ambitious one when it came to something they set their focus on. Now, after a couple years of that, they had managed to gain a handful of people who could be trusted to give accurate information, and it wasn't a concern to them how it was obtained. "Before you ask, you're on that list. But not the most important, so don't get an ego about it." Even if his help was offered without any kind of price, it didn't mean they would be handing out compliments, or just a compliment, without also some kind of condescension. Besides, it was much more fun to keep Dustin at least somewhat on edge when it came to what they thought of him.

@drvgonbvnny

[withoz]

dusty: "are those bruises?"

honesty night: january 21st, 2023

DOROTHY HADN'T EVEN NOTICED that when she mindlessly shoved the thick sleeves of her sweater up to her elbows that it made bruises on her forearms visible. Honestly, after a hard rehearsal, it wasn't unusual for her to find bruises the next day that she wasn't even aware she created. It was just something that came with a career that was as physically demanding as the art of trapeze, especially when she was trying to master new moves. "Oh, yeah. They're just from practice." She pulled the sleeves back down to her wrists, not that there was anything to hide, but just out of habit at the topic being brought up. Besides, she didn't want Dusty to worry by focusing on them. "I'm working with a new partner at the carnival, and let's just say it took us some time to master the gazelle. And it wasn't my timing that was off." Her last intention was ever to be mean, but her face lit up in a goofy smile. “But I guess that’s because they didn’t have the best teacher like I did.” After a pause, she added, “And don’t storm in there telling them not to drop me because you’re just going to embarrass me!” 

[daydreambelievcr]

setting: visiting hours + val / dusty ( give me Pain from his car accident when she was like 11.... evil laughter )

[  VISITING  HOURS  ]:     upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside.

Eyes slowly fluttering open, straightening from the huddled position that she'd fallen asleep in, Valerie sucked in a breath at the sight of her brother stirring in his hospital bed, eyes burning as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill. "Hey... I'm glad you're up, but try not to move too much, okay?" she urged him softly, her high-pitched voice breaking. For a fleeting moment, the preteen girl hoped that the whole ordeal had been some kind of homesick nightmare—phone lighting up with a call from an unknown number, excusing herself from rehearsals to take it, the feeling of her stomach dropping down to her toes, blooding running cold in her veins at the news that Dusty had been in a car accident (a really bad one, from the sound of the person's utter disbelief that he'd made it out of the wreckage still clinging to life). Since they were both in California, Val was the closest family he had, and although she was a mere eleven years old, she'd been the first one to arrive at the hospital to see him. It felt all wrong to her, seeing her jovial and outgoing older brother in such a state, so frail and broken, his limbs and skull covered in bandages in a feeble attempt to hide just how bad his injuries were. She'd been too young to really remember losing her parents, but the sudden reminder that she could have lost the closest thing she had to a guiding hand planted a festering pit in her stomach. Even though they'd come to the decision to emancipate the youngest Graves-Seong children so that she and her siblings would be free to pursue their separate dreams, she had a sinking feeling that nothing good could come of their family being splintered like this.

[b4rredteeth]

pesor, choose: dusty or valerie graves-seong

"Uhm... probably Dusty, I know him better than I know Valerie."