"hm?" she doesn't even bother to look up, pads of her fingers busy with an e-mail. "i haven't. one freshman came since but that's it. why?" the tone of her voice is monotone, lacking in interest and in power, though she deems it to be good enough of a reply.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝? 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝? nayeon would know, she has the fortunate and unfortunate luck to experience both. to nayeon, being liked simply pertained to friendly smiles towards each other whilst passing by in hallways, people joining the groups spontaneously simply to hang out, laughter spilling between each other, others giving compliments and advices simply because they adored you. whereas being disliked was the disdain in their gazes, the judgemental expressions on their visages, the restrained hostility just so they wouldn't appeared to be rude in front of others.

and since during her teenage years, nayeon had the keen senses to tell whether she liked or disliked by studying the person's reactions and body language towards her. hence why she could very much tell that yu sera didn't really liked her even with their limited interactions.

❝ did the freshman student ever come to my table? ❞ nayeon queried, as she began to organized the mess she made from her searching. even with the week she's been having, nayeon decided at the very least she shouldn't deal with the stress of a messy environment. ( never mind the fact her stress levels simply increased just from the monotonous tone from her colleague. ) now nayeon was never one to care so much about whether other people liked her or not because frankly, it never mattered.

but she herself doesn't quite understood why it irked her so much that sera didn't. perhaps it was just the maddening thing that she doesn't know why, she did often questioned herself on the reasons. because as far nayeon knew, the yellow hall secretary never did wronged the woman in anyway and still sera had only shown her nothing but a restrained sense of disdain.

initially, nayeon only wished to go on with her day even despite her lost keys. until she suddenly remembered her colleague's own abilities and a realization struck upon her

❝ sera, ❞ nayeon slowly began, her voice taking on an accusatory tone. ❝ did you ever used your powers on me? this week, particularly? ❞

✉️

✉️ 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂,

𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥,

i have so many things to ask you, like if you have any idea how wondrous you truly are? or if you even knew the amount on how much i really adore you? did you ever decided to stop and see the changes you've made in me? ( all of them good and never bad, i promise you. because you could only change me for the better, and I'll forever thank you for that. ) and how could you ever dare to question the perfection you truly are? I'll never stop being grateful to whatever higher power that allowed us to meet and be friends because yun haea, i swear you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

sister, best friend, soul-mate, darling, beloved, cherished — your name is is synonymous with all these and so much more. we were once just two young girls, both scarred and scared of whatever's up to come when we first came to sua, saw each other and decided to held on each other tight as we journeyed the new chapters and phases of life together. for years, I've been so wounded from the countless times of people never stopping to take advantage of me, trampling me and just crushing me further : yet you've had been my very first and genuine taste of what its like to become friends without me having any use to you, of what's it meant to be loved without any expectations.

there's so many things about you i could tell you that i love, things that made me adore you so much — but where do i even start?

your starry doe eyes, holding a thousands constellations ( and yet you still shine brighter than a million of stars ) the way the edges of your lips would slowly curl heavenwards into the prettiest smiles that ever graced the earth ( just the sight would have the angels sing and the heavens ruptured ) how you must have the most beautiful soul in the world ( because i swear you've been far too kind and good, even for your own sake ) you're such a golden and glittering thing, a girl made of shinning stardust and wispy daydreams. funny how you might call this adulation, but I'll still tell you this is merely appreciation.

there's so much i want to say, so much i want to speak. but for now, my darling haea, this is enough. will it ever be?

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 — ( a letter left forgotten, hidden in the drawers of her nightstand )

a million apologies to everyone! i'm really sorry for being so mia for these past weeks, but there were some things ooc that i needed to deal with and finally i have some time! i'm hoping to do a little refresh so i can get on things much easier so if please do like this if any of you are interested in plotting or still interested! and i'll zoom towards yall in a jiffy!

also to those who are waiting for my replies in threads, i promise they'll be up soon! and also my tumblr messages and notifications are a bit wonky at the moment so i might have actually missed a few messages, so if i haven't replied to any of your messages, pls comment so i know who did i miss ( every day i swear tumblr has something against me-)

DEAR STUDENTS,

‘tis the season indeed, because on top of the usual holiday cheer, today marks exactly one month of anomalyhqs! woohoo! to celebrate, the admin team is releasing a christmas themed ask meme! please REBLOG THIS POST if you’d like to participate, and remember to send a prompt to everyone who’s reblogged this too! as per our rules, ask memes also count towards activity, so we hope this lessens the burden for those of you who are busy celebrating! the admin team would also like to take this time to thank every single one of you for your continued — and may we say, growing! — interest in anomalyhqs, and for making all of this possible! as we have said previously, you are truly the framework of this roleplay, and we couldn’t have done any of this without all of you! thank you for sharing your lovely muses with us, and we hope to see more of it for months and more months to come! but enough yapping — onto the good fun! merry christmas and happy hanukkah to all who celebrate, and as always, stay super! ♡

* 🎁    —    CHRISTMAS GIFTS !

aw shucks, you didn’t have to !    it’s a gift to give, and boy does the sender have a present for you! write a short drabble about the gift you’ve gotten the sender ( either the receiver making / shopping for it, thinking of what to get them, or handing it to them! ), or come up with a small playlist or moodboard that best describes the receiver’s relationship with the sender! and before you ask: yes, you can give coal if you really want to!

* 🌿    —    UNDER THE MISTLETOE !

ugh, that darn weed !    you’re caught shoulder to shoulder in the doorway with the sender, and the only way to avoid the bad luck is to share your super secret text messages! along with the mistletoe emoji, send 🍒 for the last text the receiver sent to the sender, 🥀 for a 3am drunk text the receiver sent to the sender, and 🎀 for a gossip, true or false, that the receiver almost let slip to a curious current member about the sender!

* ✉️    —    LETTERS TO SANTA !

hey santa, what about a gazillion dollars ?    sure thing, kid! we’ll hand it to you only if you draft up a totally honest, no nonsense letter to the sender about the receiver’s truest, deepest feelings about them — y’know, the things they’d never be caught dead saying! ever held your tongue? now’s the time to let it loose!

* 🥚    —    SPIKED EGGNOG !

oh wow, that’s strong !    the eggnog’s been spiked, but you’ve taken too big a gulp to back out now! senders, along with the egg emoji, send the receiver any question you’re dying to know — we all know that alcohol is the greatest truth serum, and the receiver’s drank too much of it to lie!

* ☃️    —    SNOWBALL FIGHT !

hey, who threw that ?!    the new season’s coming up, so you know what that means — the new rally’s soon! senders, send in your house loyalty along with the snowman emoji! receivers, if yours is the same, it means the sender’s tagged you into their fight with a bunch of heckling fans from opposing teams! if yours is different — hell, maybe the sender’s the heckling fan after all! write a drabble or highlight reel of how you think the fight will go! sic ‘em!

"Yes, baby?" He sounded lost, obviously not there in their usual awkwardness but more like himself of the past, the one Inho in their relationship. "Sorry... habit." But he still didn't let go, while he just couldn't help but wonder.. if she really wanted to avoid him, why didn't she just said no.(?)

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 — her darling prince charming who painted her dull life with dreams made out of golden and silver, her knight in shinning armor who shielded and protected her from any kinds of problems and dangers, her one true love she once thought ( and perhaps foolishly believed ) would be her happily ever after. how truly naïve cheong nayeon had once been. because she really did have the very intention to hold onto the dulcet hope of a future promised together. nahm inho was after all, her first and only love so far  —  so why wouldn't he be her last?

but of course, inho ; for some forsaken reasons had been adamant on proving her that he wasn't and he did when he broke her heart and let it shattered into a million pieces. he turned his back on her, left her alone with the fragments of her broken heart to handle and the heavy weight of heartache to carry. nayeon had been such a mess, spending endless days and nights in the comfort of her dorm room whilst she sobbed nonstop. god knows that she'd been an even worse mess if she didn't had the love and support of her darling and most dearest yun haea by her side.

eventually, nayeon had to snapped herself out of misery and picked herself up. inho had left her so she needed to move on, and so she took every steps to make sure of it : had collected every broken shards of her shattered heart and glued all the pieces back together  —  even with her fingers bleeding from the cuts, letting the wounds of her bruised organ to heal from every bruise he had inflicted upon, and decidedly built cages out of iron around her fragile heart so no one, especially not him, would ever dared to reach it again.

not again, not when the wounds of her ever so fragile heart are still so very fresh.

❝ you need to fix that habit, ❞   nayeon told him plainly, trying to set boundaries in place whilst her eyes looked away as she pressed her fists against his chest ; the tightened hold onto the papers only crumpled them the longer she stays in his arms. fuck, she actually needs those papers. ❝ you can't call me that anymore. ❞  

but inho just had to pour salt into her wounds, doesn't he? trapping her in his embrace, calling her so sweetly with his usual endearments. damn him, damn him.

❝ but thank you for helping me there, for a moment... ❞  she said cordially as she tried to put on her mask with a grateful smile upon her face, gently pushing him to put enough distance between them so she could escape from his hold. ❝ I have some really important papers to go through right now... so if you excuse me— ❞  with a quick turn, she made a beeline towards her table. she can do this, she can just ignore him and just do her work.

she can do this. ( spoiler alert ; she can't )

a bond like this one, woven in the tapestry of sisterhood and fine threads of comforting warmth, is all haea had ever wished for and more. her friendship with nayeon was a dream come true, one she wouldn't exchange for the world. until the end of time, she would be sure to remind her of the unwavering affection she harbours. ❝ not exaggerating, i speak truth only. you bring light where there is darkness. ❞ thumbs gingerly brush against the back of hands. haea raises both, brings them to her lips and lays two tender little kisses upon knuckles. ❝ now come, help me zip up. i have a gala to attend and you have hearts to break. ❞ laughter dances in the cocoon of warmth as she turns away from nayeon to have the girl face her back instead.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : ( mild ) nsfw? very unholy and sensual thoughts

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. dare as she might say, nayeon had even proclaimed her friend to be most fairest woman her eyes had ever laid upon. and wasn't this the very truth? to nayeon, yun haea was the very vision of the sugar-spun reveries and lambent elegance. her beauty had to be otherworldly, there's no other word to described it — and nayeon knew there was an undeniable veracity to her beliefs because the moment haea had turned around for the girl to help zipped up the dress, nayeon immediately felt her breath hitched because now wasn't this the prettiest sight to be ever behold?

there haea stood, adorned in a beautiful blush pink gown as her bare back faced nayeon — the sheer tulle material moulded itself effortlessly to the countours of her heavenly form, simply accentuating the perfection that had to be deftly crafted by gods themselves. truly a sight for sore eyes ; with the sheer fabric gently caressing her lithe shoulders, carefully tracing the elegant arch of her spine, and delineating the tender curvatures of her hips right before nayeon's very eyes.

and for a moment, her mind decidedly ventured into a strange territory when nayeon herself began wondering how tantalizing the sight would be even more with pretty little florets of violets and lilac blooming across the canvas of haea's own fair-skinned complexion and how nayeon suddenly wished to be the artist behind such masterpiece. until suddenly, the realization of her own depraved thoughts surfaced like a blade to the gut ; knocking the wind out of her as puerile mortification immediately dresses the porcelain features of the girl, who's own pale cheeks have been conquered by the shades of shame.

for her to even think sweet, demure darling haea in such lascivious ways [ ... ] oh dear god, had nayeon truly turned herself into a degenerate? how dare she even had such ideas in the first place?

yet still, dark iries drawn to the sight of her own fingers carefully dipping into the back of the dress to reach for the zipper, watching intently as the ghost of her fingers gently whispers against the dreamlike curves of her own dearest friend's back, lightly tickling haea as she couldn't help but to tease. once she was finally done with the task at hand, nayeon simply smiled happily as she forced a nonchalant façade so her best friend wouldn't caught on her sudden weird reactions whilst her mind remained a battlefield over her own thoughts.

the point of her chin gently hooked over the delicate slope of haea's shoulder, porcelain digits offering a supportive squeeze at the waist as the two gaze at their own frames in the mirror. ❝ please, you're the heartbreaker here. i can already see heads rolling just so they could have a glimpse of you. ❞ her voice was honey-sweet, the cadence ladened with a playful wisp as she hugged her tighter. ❝ now come on, we're gonna be late at this rate. ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥. the fact she would be far more busier than she already is, the added responsibilities of caring for the residents when she has herself to care for, the possibilities of getting herself in the weird shenanigans the yellow hall residents would be up to, the huge amount of workload and paperwork that needed to be dealt — and that is even when she still hadn't included of her own projects and assignments she needed to focused on as well. and the worst of it all, to see nahm inho again ; the very boy who broke her heart, ripped it apart into pieces with the inevitable conclusion she would have to be working with him.

and yet, she still accepted the offer.

perhaps it was her own goodwill, her constant need to help others that compelled her to accepted it in the first. her mother always did told nayeon that her heart had to be made of gold, that sometimes she was far too kind for her own good, always too considerate of others even when she shouldn't be. nayeon never did minded about it too much though, she always loved being helpful to others — it made her feel needed among them, to feel wanted in a way ( and maybe, just maybe, it was her own attempts of trying to heal her childhood scars from the constant loneliness she had to endured for simply being an anomaly ) so being the secretary would be fine for her, she could simply help others as much as she could. and frankly, all she needed to do for her own sake was to simply avoid being in the same room with inho alone.

and she did, for a while. evading him had already become a skill she somehow mastered so skillfully after their break-up ; turning away in the other direction if she ever spotted him walking her way, hiding away whenever she thinks she sees him in the mass crowds of people. and whenever the hall leaders had meetings together, she made sure to never sit near him and bolted out of the room once the meeting ends just to run away at any signs of proximity.

it's too bad that her luck might have just run out — especially when she was still trying her best to avoid him. but she'd become careless, especially when she'd put too much faith in her skillful evading skills. as she walked into the office with her gaze anchored to the papers she'd been skimming through, nayeon wasn't exactly being careful as she found herself immediately bumping into a chest when attempting to take another step.

❝ oophm! ❞ was the only thing she uttered at the impact, stumbling into the unfortunate person. her grip on the papers only tightened, while her free hand griped onto the person's shoulders for balance as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she finally registered whatever had just occured. ❝ oh my god, i'm so sorry— i wasn't really looking my way when i—❞ the ramblings of her profusive apologies was immediately cut short when she realized on who exactly did she bump into.

( oh my fucking god )

❝ inho... ❞ for the first time in a while, his name was a whisper on her lips as she finally stared into the crimson eyes of the boy she's been trying so desperately to avoid.

₊ . ࣪ ✧ 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @iniustus

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 — how could she lost her keys again ? and for the sixth time in a row this week ? this doesn't even make any sense at this point since she remembered it very clearly that she specifically had left her keys upon her desk in the office where all the rest of the yellow hall leaders worked together before leaving to help a resident with a minor problem. and yet when she returned, her keys were nowhere to be seen. brows furrowing in frustration as her fingers skittered across the wooden desk, searching in every crook and cranny of her space. her tiers curling into a frown when she still found no signs of her keys, absolutely nothing.

nayeon could only heaved an annoyed sigh and bit her lips in vexation, feeling the ignited spark of displeasure adding more to her stress especially the week she had. for one whole week, nayeon herself had experienced a non-stop streak of bad luck ; losing her keys everywhere, missing the notes she'd written from lectures when she desperately needed it for assignments, the residents somehow always finding her to deal with their problems instead of the other yellow hall leaders. its almost as if the word was set to be against her. for whatever reasons why, she had absolutely no idea. after all, she's sure she hadn't wronged anyone at the very least ... right ?

with another failed attempt at her search, the girl merely slumped into her arms against her desk in defeat. the strain of the horrible week she's been having was so profoundly heavy, she barely could even mold her porcelain features into its usual expressionism of gentle light-heartedness but instead pure unfiltered misery was painted across her countenance. suddenly, as she turned her head sideways — her midnight-colored gaze fell upon the stature of yu sera ( her fellow colleague and one of the yellow hall's resident advisor ) who very much was focused on her work at her own desk. but sera had been here before she even left the office, so surely she must had a clue on whatever happened to her keys [ ... ] or, at very least knew whatever was going in the office when she left.

❝ hey, sera, ❞ nayeon softly called out, as she slowly raised her head from her arms. ❝ sorry to disturb you, but have you seen my keys? or did anyone came into the office when i left? ❞

₊ . ࣪ ✧ 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @fortunefool

( ... ) so much for trying to do the right thing.

𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ? one night where there is nothing but tranquility? one night where none of the yellow residents would come to her door to bother her? and for goodness sakes, just one night where she would actually be able to shut her eyes tight and stay in her realm of dreams without ever being awoken up for the nth time this week? well, apparently the world would think so and unfortunately for nayeon, so does the rest of her residents.

this time, a strange yet very loud mechanical whirring noises accompanied with a few knocks and crashes in the distance was what aroused her from her slumber. her long lashes abruptly fluttered opened, greeted with the sight of her darkened room as the palm of her hand was pressed against her lips to conceal a soft yawn that barely managed to escape. slowly, she stretched her still numb muscles just enough to grab her phone from the nightstand. the sudden brightness of her screen nearly blinding her when she opened her phone to check on the time.

ㅤㅤㅤjust the sight of the time alone was enough for the infantile frown marring her visage to deepened into an annoyed scowl. because who in their right minds would even be awake at 3 a.m. ? while making all the loud noises that are more than enough to awake the whole residential hall at that too ?

the whirring noises only become louder and louder as the time went by, worrying the girl as she quickly stepped out of her room to investigate the source of the noises. the dim luminescence of the hallways accompanied her journey whilst she ran upstairs, following the line of the sound when suddenly — the cold feeling of dread fell upon her as she comes to the realization of where exactly the sounds was coming from which was none other than the fourth floor ; and the one particular troublemaker who currently resides on the said floor.

( oh fuck no )

just as she barely reached the fourth floor, a sudden metallic bang echoed throughout the room along with a very familiar gruntled scream. walking upon to the nearest kitchen on the fourth floor, nayeon was obviously greeted with the sight of mess ; the culprit of the noises who of course was none other than xuo luo — covered in cookie batter from head to toe, the kitchen in disarray and the mixer being very noticeably broken.

❝ xuo luo! ❞ her voice nothing but a hushed scream when she called him out, her dark eyes widening and her own mouth left agape at the sight of the absurd scene in from her. ❝ what the hell are you doing at 3 a.m. ?! and why are you even in the kitchen ? you're literally banned from using the kitchen, all of them ! ❞ nayeon reminded him as her finger pointed to a large sign plastered on the refrigerator ; where it clearly says "BANNED FROM USING THE KITCHEN" with xu luo's name being the first and deliberately underlined with a red marker. ❝ how are we going to even clean this mess? ❞

hands sculpture by Louise Bourgeois (1993)

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 ? nayeon could already tell it would be, simply just from the sight alone ; where the piles of papers were were strewn haphazardly across the desks were waiting for the yellow hall's leaders to work on. and as the secretary herself of the beloved residential hall, it was preeminent that she would be the one to be tasked with the paperwork. ( because god knows the paperwork cannot be trusted with anyone else. believe me, the others have tried and it proved itself to be a complete disaster. ) but luckily for her, huitian was kind enough help her — read : share the burden — whilst they worked on the paperwork together.

seated upon her desk in the office, she carefully gathered the papers on her desk before organizing them in different piles in a neat manner ; specifically the complaints from the students and upcoming plans of bonding activities for the residents of the yellow hall do together. her pastel polished nails gently tapped against the wooden desk in a soft, constant rhythm as she concentrated on her task reading through the students complaints attentively.

ㅤㅤㅤfunnily enough, while she was reading the papers, she couldn't help but to take note of the one thing the student complaints have shared in common.

❝ huitian, ❞ nayeon calls him, her usually soft voice was ladened with wry amusement as she skimmed through the pile of students complaints. ❝ don't you think you've been using the jail cells a little too much? ❞ the questions slipped, yet her gaze never left the papers in her hands — as she tried to stifled a giggle ( with zero amount of effort, mind you ) that still managed to escape from her cherry-hued tiers. her dark eyes were gleaming with a silver of mirth whilst her free hand gently pushed one of the papers towards the icy resident advisor. ❝ because our beloved students definitely thinks so, ❞

₊ . ࣪ ✧ 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @huitians

𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭? a friendship, a connection that clearly so transcends the bounds of time and fate, even without a single drop of blood between them. there is no one else would nayeon ever felt such a way about a person, no one but yun haea — the one person who nayeon knows that she could undoubtedly trust with her everything.

ㅤㅤㅤnayeon had always thought of haea being the most perfect embodiment of elegance. how could she not? grace seemingly embellishes the other's every movements even with the most simplest of tasks, especially when it just was her darling dreamgirl putting make-up upon her countenance. midnight-hued irises drawn to the reflection of her own visage with the mirror being right in front of her, her dark eyes indulging in the awe-striking sight of haea enhancing her doll-like features with only just a flick of a touch — it was almost too magical.

❝ oh! the colors look so pretty, ❞ a gasp slipped her cherry-polished petals as her dark gaze grew wide upon the sight of her beautified mien. ❝ is this really me? ❞ she questioned incredulously, a part of her still wondering if the beautiful girl standing in place of her own reflection was actually herself or simply just another illusion weaved by her dearest friend with the use of her unique prowess. but nayeon herself knew best that haea's abilities only worked in the realm of dream, and not quite of the living.

brows furrowed above the bridge of her nose whilst her nose scrunched along with a squeal escaping from her lips at haea's compliments ; a very visceral reaction of nayeon cringing at the words just alone. ❝ stop! ❞ silver is the bell-toned laughter echoing within the four-wall dorm room, spilling from her cherry-hued tiers as evoked, the apples of her cheeks tinged with vermeil heat. ❝ you're just exaggerating again! ❞

❝ if anyone here is bewitchingly beautiful, then it would be only you, my darling dream-heart. ❞ nayeon declared as her hands reaches out towards the other's own and captured it into a gentle hold for the unique purpose of giving the girl a playful, supportive squeeze. ❝ i only managed to look this pretty thanks to the grace of your talent, after all. you've always been so much better with make-up than me anyway. ❞

✶ . ࣪ ׅ AN ODE TO : @ircnbeauty ╱ CHEONG NAYEON. warnings : none , unless you're allergic to fluff !

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. [ … ] in a sanctuary of silken whispers, where soft hues of pastels intermingle with delicate lace and fairy lights that adorn about every corner of those four walls, soft titters are exchanged between girls whose hearts harmonise in a rhythm of friendship and sisterhood. it's moments like these where haea feels safest. where worries dissolve into a dust of nothingness, and her soul blooms with earnest glee. how could she not feel that way in the presence of nayeon, darling soulmate and most beloved companion, who brings out only the best in her and, despite her many imperfections, embraces her like the moon cradles the night.

❝ see, i knew it. pink goes so much better with your dress. ❞ haea speaks, voice all soft and silver around its edges, as she drags the tip of a make - up brush across a softly matte, rouge tinted mouth. against porcelain skin, the colour is a beautiful contrast that exudes ethereal grace and divinity ; a symphony of qualities that nayeon embodied, and so much more. ❝ or maybe it's not the dress—it's you. just you, and your witchery of beauty that i'm sure many would die for. ❞ the liner brush is replaced with a wider one to dust a shimmer of highlighter onto the highest points of her friend’s cheekbones.

❝ tell me, how many victims will there be tonight ? ❞

hi darlings! today i won't be online at the moment due to me having some plans with some family and friends but I'll be up later at night!

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did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called CHEONG NAYEON, but they kinda remind me of KIM YOOJUNG — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 23 year old in their THIRD year of some BACHELOR’S DEGREE IN ENGLISH EDUCATION, but wait ‘till you hear about their METAL MANIPULATION! nifty, huh ? they’re pretty RELIABLE on nullivi, but you should watch out for their INDECISIVENESS just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL as their latest SECRETARY. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me ! ༊*·˚

happy belated opening everyone! this is maeve ( +21/ she,her / gmt +8 ) and its been a long time since i last rped on tumblr so bear with me everyone if i'm a little bit slow on some things but i'm truly more than happ to be here! so sorry it took me a while to get this intro out but ooc life was being a little too hectic for my taste but i managed to get this done so lets goooo! simply leave a like and i'll be in your dms to message for brainstorming and plots!

INSIGHT ON HER HISTORY

— first thing first, cheong nayeon is currently a third year of her bachelors degree's in english education at seoul university of anomalies where she's hoping to graduate wit flying colors and became a teacher. she's known to harnessed the ability of metal manipulation and the beloved and very reliable secretary of the yellow hall. — she came from a middle class family with two parents who were both anomalies with her being the only child. whilst they weren't exactly very wealthy, they were never short of money or love and affection for each other. obviously, she gained her powers from her parents with her mother's being metal manipulation and her fathers having clay mimicry as his. — her mother was a small jewelry brand owner where she uses her powers her to make beautiful delicate jewelry whilst her dad was a history teacher in a high school. — nayeon's powers began to manifest when she was only 3 years old with curiosity naturally getting the best of her as she'd always been a curious child and couldn't stay still for a second and practically demanded for her mother's attention by controlling the metals her mom had been working on for her job to go to her instead. ( of course, that definitely got her mother's attention rather quickly when your own toddler is attempting to shove silver chains into their mouth. ) — nayeon had been homeschooled for her first years as she didn't really knew how to control her powers at a young age and her parents absolutely refused to put on the nullivi patches on her when she was far too young. — having have to be at home for the most part, nayeon may or may not consumed too much superhero medias where she'd seen so many heroes helping others with their unique abilities and decided that she wanted to be a hero too cause she had cool powers too! — eventually, once her parents had trained her to control her powers better, she'd began to go to school like a normal girl but was frequently advised to never use her powers in front of anyone which bumped the poor girl out. ( because why couldn't she use her powers? but she was a good girl so she naturally obeyed ) but when she was only 12 years old, there was a construction site nearby her middle school district and just from sight alone, it was clear the construction site wasn't following safety protocols and there could have been a fatal accident if it hadn't been for little nayeon using her powers to stop iron beams from falling onto fellow school-mates and seriously injured them. — however, instead of being thanked for saving them, her displays of her powers only made people feared her and for the first time, nayeon finally learned why her parents didn't let her use her powers as often as she liked because they never wanted her to experience the discrimination many anomalies often faced for their unique abilities at such a young age. and nayeon's heart broke when she realized she couldn't be a hero when so many people didn't want one and in fact would down on her own prowess that she'd been so proud of for years. — the incident only made her an outcast in middle school as everyone else made sure to avoid her, even her own teachers. this of course led her begging her parents to buy the patches for her so she could simply fit in her peers. it didn't work and worse, she absolutely hated the patches and the side effects she gets from them ( nausea/migraines ) and would absolute get rid of them whenever she had the chance to. — but she had to wear them just so she could continued to attend public schools where she was nothing more but a social outcast and a wallflower. it gotten worse when she began to attend high school where her kind nature and desperation not to be lonely frequently gotten taken advantage of so many times. and this frequent abuse of her trust only made her more withdrawn and reserved, a very stark difference to the little girl who was so passionate about being a hero.

— this of course worried her parents immensely who desperately wants the best for their only child and decided to have nayeon to join a volunteering club to help out the less fortunate anomalies, in hopes of cheering her up. this worked perfectly as nayeon not only brightened even more in the company of other anomalies like her, but it sparked a passion of her to wanting to keep helping others even more especially when her kind nature always had such a desire but she was never allowed. — soon, she began studying at seoul university for anomalies and truly, she absolutely thrived in the environment where she'd not only was able to use her powers freely and not be seen like a freak, but was able to frequently help others as much as she liked to ; especially now as she'd recently became the new secretary for the yellow hall. — she dreams of becoming an english teacher and desperately hopes for an anomaly-only schools for middle schools and high schools aged students where the anomalies would be able to thrives without repressing their abilities. — nayeon also hoped to heal from her scarred and wounded childhood where she'd finally moved on but healing takes time and she's kinda worried it'll take forever ( anomaly group therapy, anyone? )

INSIGHT ON HER PERSONALITY. — at first glance, she rather seemed shy and timid amd obviously not the best at social interactions ( introverted, socially awkward peeps, where you at?! ) but when one takes a closer look, many people found her to be a rather sweet and gentle-mannered person who's always there to lend a helping hand for others and is probably one of the most reliable students. — aside from her socially awkward self, she's quite humorous and very funny thanks to herself inheriting the humor from her father. ( god bless clay papa ) will she make a joke in very inappropriate times? possibly. will she also have the audacity to laugh at them too? oh very much so. ( have mercy, she's just coping with humor ) — still very much has emotional scars from the events of her childhood and adolescence years which naturally transitions herself to being very self-critical and having so much insecurities, it often leads her to being so unsure of herself and her own decision making. — perhaps one of the most indecisive people to ever existed. she would always need a second opinion before choosing anything and its even worse when it comes to supporting which students politics, especially when she sees both perspectives. whilst a part of her still wants to fit in among the humans, another part of her still resents them heavily for the discrimination and its a constant battle between them. — its even worse between the sporting rallies as she immensely enjoyed watching all of them ( and especially the good-looking athletes but we don't talk about that ) so she rather much just sit back and just watch instead of just picking one to support.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. — friends! like please be her friend, perhaps maybe be even her closest friends! she may be terrible at trying to socialize with new strangers but i keep her keeping a very close group of friends to which she's basically the mother friend who often fussed over them. open to anyone and everyone! — perhaps an ex? her first love and sweetheart that she dated since coming to sua, possibly a sweet first love romance that slowly matured with time before something happened and they naturally drifted apart and broke up ( nayeon may or may not still have feelings for them ) — yellow hall residents! she's always more than happy to help others out even if it were just tedious things like getting things such as lights to be fixed or having to let them or anything really! — perhaps have any of the student politics trying to convince her to support their side, actually make her choose between them! — generally i'm just very much open to any kind of brainstorming any kind of plots and connections and i am just really excited to write with all of you!

𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂.