curious / furious

it's a battle that's all in your mind.

[antimonias]

hi hello ♡ my name is rouge and i'm happy to bring the brooding babe known as minjung! very much in her emo girl era rn due to a number of things but who knows, maybe she'll ease up over time. anywho i have her pages linked with stats, personality and power, and under the cut i'll make an attempt of a sparknotes version of her background and maybe some plots if we're lucky! like if you'd like to plot and i'll come your way, or please feel free to ask for my discord if you prefer that ( please prefer it because i hate the ims LOL ) ╱ dossier • anomaly

ok so boom: seo minjung, 27, anomaly of vampire physiology, has a bachelors in physics & computer science engineering ( double major! ) and a second year master's student in astronomy

originally growing up was nothing special. parents are regular degluar people that lived an upper middle class lifestyle, although her dad was an anomaly with telekinesis and her mother wasn't and she has a younger brother. dad got a job that provided him with a nullivi patch, so he tried to blend in the best he could. she was actually a cute and peppy kid that got in trouble in class because she couldn't shut up ⏤ always talking and inserting herself in people's business to fix things. it was annoying but she meant well, ig

fast forwarding, she was very much a late bloomer when her power started to manifest, only about 17. it's odd when she wakes up one morning and feels so damn thirsty that water doesn't absolve it. it's even worse when she ends up attacking her mother, the first person she sees, in an attempt to take blood from her. she probably would have killed her had her dad not been there, and not put on his nullivi for the day.

anyway they end up taking her to the hospital because her mom is delusional and thinks that it's some sort of infection and not an anomaly, but after some tests with an anomaly physician it's determined that she has vampire physiology. so now her parents are fighting because of that.

she inherits her father's shame of being one because 1) her mother now wants nothing to do with her after this revelation and her father does nothing to ease the situation, 2) she thinks her power is embarrassing, gross and corny, 3) as soon as they step out in sunlight that day she screams in agonizing pain. they're unable to leave until the night. it's more debilitating than people realize. she's removed from her current school until she can get a handle on her powers, visiting a blood bank regularly. eventually she goes to a small specialized school for anomalies where she can take night classes and graduates, but the education is nowhere near the quality she had before.

she feels like the black sheep because they no longer talk about her to other people as well, always hidden in the shadows because they care too much about their image. they're physically present, but no longer mentally.

the first time in a while they do seem interested is when she shows her sua acceptance letter; not much but it's something. mainly wants to go for the nullivi so she can just feel normal for once, and they actually agree to pay her tuition. she thinks that's it mainly because she'll be out of their hair for the cost.

so it makes sense that she's a nullivi enthusiast. happy to be rid of her powers even just for a bit, and that also means that the limitations are gone as well. the first time she stepped out in sunlight and didn't feel like she was being boiled alive, she cried. damn near a full on wail. the last big emotion she had in front of others.

and yeah! very much super independent and throws a look of disinterest to everyone else, but she cares. she cares a lot about things.

was actually a together for daehan supporter since enrolling and was in the group for a couple of years. in 2021 she dropped the group and joined evolution movement not too long ago. attending sua made her realize that just because she hates(?) being an anomaly doesn't mean that it's an inherently negative thing.

honestly feels like she's being pulled in two opposing directions all the time. lots of internal conflict and insecurity hidden behind a tough barricade.

studying astronomy because she wants to be an astrophysicist! very much likes anything having to do with space, all of her wallpapers on her devices come from the james webb space telescope.

that's all for that, thank you for getting this far if you did! as for plots, i'm much better at brainstorming, but here's .... some things:

friends? very much a lover of found family trope and the girl desperately needs some super close friends to survive. a small little pack for the girl who thinks she's a lone wolf or whatever

together for daehan people who think of her as a betrayer since she went to the other side without any warning to anyone

enemies! she's not a very pleasant person i think

someone that uses her just for her psychoactive fangs to get high. she 100% knows she's being used and honestly thinks it's gross but gets something out of it as well. latter part is vague for further plotting

please stop throwing holy water on her and trying to exorcise her that does not WORK

people that knew her from childhood or younger days and they both have to come to terms with how much they've changed as adults

someone that will help her embrace her anomaly side because she also desperately needs this

exes maybe? a slow burn maybe? one ( 1 ) fwb that's getting messy because lbr do those ever truly work out?

she's not a follower or a leader but despite that there's someone out there that can sway her opinions. could also be a crush, could also not.

someone to stare at the stars w her while she does her astrophotography. she's not gonna open up though. don't hope for it. ( maybe she does )

honestly i'm down for anything and everything really!!

[doalot-deactivated20240922]

𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗  /  minjung (@antimonias)

distance makes the heart grow hornier. or whatever the saying is. jiyeon raps twice on minjung's door with a brevity that says, 'i'm here but i'm not desperate... yet.' two knocks, no more—yellow hall is so spotless she fears her grubby knuckle might scuff the glossy wood. two knocks, because she needs time to take a big breath. two knocks. she needs to brace herself.

wildly out of character for jiyeon, but she holds onto the hope that minjung might have changed in the one day since they last saw each other, that the universe might finally cut her some slack. but, predictably, the door swings open, and the universe lets her down again. jiyeon has to resist the urge to slam her foot down on the shiny floor and break her ankle. there she is, all two big brown doe-eyes and ten feet of silky blonde hair of her, and jiyeon feels stupid.

jiyeon takes the gut punch like a champ. she grins lazily, the patron saint of nonchalance, gloved hands tucked casually into coat pockets. "hey, lady," she drawls, leaning on the door frame, "ready to go?" jiyeon's gaze drifts away, casually sweeping the pristine surroundings. her faded black leather boots have never looked more out of place. the gray hand-knit newsboy cap around her head feels like a ratcheting saw-style torture device. a small, growing, festering part of her wishes she could unask minjung to get their nails done. "yellow hall really is fancy, huh. haven't stepped on anything sticky since i got here. a girl could get used to this."

[antimonias]

minjung doesn't know how to handle this. it feels like the elephant in the room that they're constantly dancing around, leaving things unsaid in exchange for comfort. this being the minuscule gap between them that she can never seem to bridge ⏤ something that's lingers between them since jiyeon's swift exit during their time as roommates. most of the time it feels as if it's just another case of her imagination running wild, a hallucination that's grounded in her fear of abandonment ⏤ their relationship hasn't changed, and jiyeon would have cut all ties with her if that was true, right? she's probably just reading too much into the moments of silences that were already present or something. but even still ...

the knocks bring her to out of her abstraction, eyes boring holes into the wall opposite of her for god knows how long. it takes a couple of seconds to reach the door from her bed, and the grin that overtakes her expression is wide, unabashed within her presence; the dance enduring once more because minjung always becomes a coward whenever it comes to this. "hey you." she greets back warmly before an abrupt, odd feeling passes her, as if she's bare despite being fully clothed. "uh, hold up though," she makes haste in the way she drops out of sight to paste a patch underneath the sleeve of her oversized sweater, reappearing in front of jiyeon as the hues of her skin gradates from a ghastly pale to something more rosy and human like in preparation for the sun's rays. "apparently i had some sort of death wish and almost forgot my patch? but it's all good now, let's go," minjung locks the door behind her before casually linking an arm through jiyeon's, heading to the exit together, buzzing contently at being able to spend time with her.

"dude, it's so nice and quiet here. and everyone is so chill. blue hall was fun and all, but it's nice to be in a place where someone won't wake you up at 4am blasting their shit and you wanna throw them out the window. you're not here though, so it's not all that great," she gives a shrug of her shoulders as if stating water is wet, though the honesty shines within her tone as she flashes another grin her way. "but also what are you gonna get? i know i hate my anomaly but i was thinking about fully leaning into the vampire shit and getting some stiletto pointed nails. i want some claws that'll intimidate," and the woman makes her hand into a claw and raises it to the side of her head, crinkling her face in an attempt at said intimidation, amused at her own actions. "think i could make it work?"

[antimonias]

⏤⏤⏤ night view ,

she's always made a point to keep a good distance from jaehyun's trysts. not that she thinks herself important enough to believe her close friendship with him would cause an issue, but moreso ascribed to the shambolic nature of each relationship; she didn't want to be another form of collateral damage with the eventual fallout that comes. trainwrecks were best seen from afar, after all.

it's not the easiest thing to resist considering how much he enjoys sowing his wild oats, and how there was always another girl so catastrophically lulled in by his allure, but it's served her well enough so far. that is, until one of his entanglements that minjung only referred to as 'the girl with the bunny face' began showing up at her favored place for stargazing not too long ago. ( jaehyun reveals that her name is haea after she subtly guides the answer from him like a magnetic force during casual conversation, happening without his realization. her name is fitting, she thinks. ) the attempts to look past the stifling awkwardness that fills the expanse between them becomes more arduous with every unintentional meeting ⏤ especially as it happens again and again and again at the same spot, even at different hours. minjung doesn't believe in gods, or fate, or even the universe really, but she does appreciate repetition, constancy.

and when that ambiance began to dissolve, minjung isn't actually sure. it's something that she comes to perceive when her hearing picks up the sound of footsteps amidst rustling grass several kilometres away, only to let out a subdued sigh of relief upon recognition of haea's lithe frame and white-golden curls, a glow that contrasts even within the muddled dark. there's no sense coils tightening within her stomach and instead of physically repeling away from the girl, minjung gives her a half smile, a sign of welcoming. hands continue to work at the setup of her telescope and camera as she makes an attempt to fragment the ice, softly speaking up, "sorry if this is, uh, imposing or whatever, but ... are you always up this late? i get it though ⏤ stars and light pollution and stuff," she fumbles through her words a bit, though she continues to careen through since she's already here anyway, "but most would be sleeping by now. is this something you've always done?"

and almost instantaneously minjung deduces that it does come off imposing. haea probably thinks she's nosy for no reason. maybe it would have been simpler to ask her favorite constellation instead. well... shit.

[antimonias]

sanghyun ⏤

sanghyun merrily goes through the grind, losing himself to that comfortable quiet. it's all too familiar—late hour, laboring together. the work they do is always tiring, no matter what it is or what it's for, but her presence is a kind of rest. she's security and assurance that whatever happens, the effort will have been worth it. minjung is a good friend, a long-time friend. nothing can go wrong. a pen drops, and he barely registers it. the air stirs. wondering if she's leaving to get something, sanghyun looks up for the first time that hour. "where—" minjung is stiff, turned away from him. words so clipped they make her voice sound different. the air suddenly feels incredibly still. "no, not really..." he answers, but it's inconsequential. sanghyun reaches for her arm in tender concern, a gentle pull to redirect her gaze. something's wrong, but mind lulled by trust and sluggish with tiredness, he doesn't quite catch the glaring anomaly. "hey, is something wrong?"

she can't stand this. this corporeal instinct to survive off of another's life force in this way feels completely ferine in nature, logic and sensibility lagging behind needs. in this way her anomaly feels less like a mutation and more of a curse, the almost elephantine negatives it brings within day to day life far outweighing the positives ⏤ if any, truly.

such is the case here, with absolute restlessness seizing her body. minjung's position changes from the one she shifted to less than five minutes ago, a lithe leg crossing over the other. the foot on the floor now tap tap taps, the blinking of her eyes becoming more constant. the stealth of her action dwindles along with her patience, and when sanghyun's hand finds her forearm there is an inherent reaction to snap at him, for him to take a fucking hint ( yes, even when she's attempting to conceal it. give it a minute. ). his question lingers in the air as she flits her arm away and back into her presence; it's only seconds after that rationality kicks in. he doesn't deserve that, no reason to project her anger onto a harmless bystander of her withdrawals. bloodshot eyes move to gaze at him instead in a form of a soundless apology before her head descends into her hands, digits tangling in strawberry blonde locks, a rare moment of open fragility.

"didn't mean to do that, i just⏤" the words are slightly muffled behind her arms and body, too mortified to at the fact that he has to see her this way, that she has to go through this at all, before continuing, "i thought i was wearing my patch but i'm not, and it's been days so⏤ i need to feed. like asap." and since it's been revealed, minjung uncrumples her body to face him, then gathering her things, "so unless you wanna be a donor, i gotta go." another shift. "sorry."

[blackpink]

rosé singing "so this is love" 🩷

[anomalyhqs]

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!

[antimonias]

helloooo! while i'm currently on hiatus i decided to give minjung a little personality tweak as i was having issues w muse and plotting on my side. so she's still the somewhat the same for the most part ⏤ still brooding and tough on the outside, softie on the inside. she's less awkward and shy and more whimsical, which should make interactions easier. and with that i felt a change in fc was necessary, so she's now rose instead of han sohee! rip.

so while i'm on hiatus i'm going to take the time to focus on plotting messages so i'll have something to come back to on the 23rd; sorry to everyone that was waiting on me 🫠 i don't think the change in personality will affect any of her current plots or threads for the most part! though let me know if you would like to change something up because nine times out of ten i'll likely be down. and if we aren't plotting and you would like to, feel free to like the post and i'll come to you!

[antimonias]

⏤⏤⏤ ( don't ) save me , with jaehyun : @13elmst backdated 2016

minjung likes being in the countryside ⏤ here things are slower, restful. here, she always felt as as if she was actual person instead of some type of unsettling defect that was necessary to hide away for the good of those around her. and it wasn't as if the residents here were more forgiving than in the city ⏤ on the contrary, the views were somewhat similar, give or take ⏤ but her grandparents were different. her grandparents, both anomalies themselves, understood, welcomed her with open arms, allowed her to simply be in the wide expanse of their land. an absolute opposite of the battlefield that makes up their home, her father too much of a pigeon hearted man to stand up for his own daughter against his wife's tyranny, so this was his form of counterbalance. to be around her own kind: his parents, and jaehyun.

it felt like aside from her parents, jaehyun was always another constant in her life. fated even, though that was far too embarrassing for her admit out loud. extenuating circumstances would attempt to push them apart, but they would always find a way back to each other, somehow. it's obvious to anyone with eyes that minjung cares about him, but she will be faced with the depths of it soon enough.

bathing in the moonlight on the rooftop of her grandparents home, her senses pick up the sounds of hurried stomps several stretches away before she can visualize them. human, she deduces by the weight of it, and she springs off of her back into a crouch as the steps continue to head straight in her direction. it's only when jaehyun's frame comes into view that the adrenaline melts away, too focused upon her own pacification to focus on his body language, on why he was running during the wee hours of the morning.

"what the fuck," is all she damn near whines before leaping off the roof, landing with a soft plop upon the gravel beneath them, "i thought i was gonna have to kill some weirdo trying to kill us or something. what⏤" a pause as she looks over him, noting the unanticipated shift in the atmosphere, her heart picking up pace at the unknown, "jae ... are you good? what's going on?"

[antimonias]

⏤⏤⏤ moon signs , with @acidrcins

emerging from the enshrouded darkness of the forest like a specter imperceptibly weaving through the night, minjung passes a knowing glance at the woman that lies not too far ahead from her, awaiting her presence. "don't think about asking it," comes off in a monotone fashion, per the course for almost everyone that she's ever been in touch with, but seori is different. different in a peculiar way that runs parallel to her own in more ways than just their recalcitrant nature. different in a way that draws minjung in rather than repels. different in the way that makes these routinely nightly gatherings something to look forward to in her life of haunting mundanity, a form of healing that doesn't involve the parasitic nature of her powers, plundering a life source to sustain her own.

there's still a hint of metal resting upon her tongue as an arm wipes away the ruddy remnants of animal blood remaining on her cheeks, expression crinkling in disgust as the stain upon her leather jacket while she settles next to seori. minjung swears she'll be around three hundred years old before she gets used to the sensation of drinking blood, even with its delectable constitution off the patch. "i could only find some deer so i'm not even at full power right now. i think my fangs are still as potent as they can be. maybe." there's a shrug before leans over to pluck the lit cigarette from the woman's hand, a faint simper blooming upon her face before she brings it between darkened lips, taking a drag of her own. inhibitions absent, unnecessary. "yours is far from being corny anyway. you ever just ..." she raises a hand parallel to her face, crumpling it into a fist and crushing it together for effect while nicotine billows out of her mouth, "choke someone out with it? outside of bed, i mean."

[antimonias]

⏤⏤⏤ after hours , with @rnalgnant

it's a laggard, creeping thing at first. starts low within the leg, the consistent nature of the bouncing of it. she stops once it grows into a distraction. then it starts up again. pause, again. pause. her corneas feel akin to sandpaper with the coming blinks, the lack of moisture giving her vision a vignette blur. minjung attempts to physically shake it off without drawing attention to herself, blames her lack of concentration on the amount of hours they've been tending to this project together. this is how she always seems to fall into step with sanghyun; there's always something that needs to be done, and she can always turn to him to deliver the quality that's up to their caliber. it's how it was in together for daehan, that's how it remains even outside of it. it's nice, she thinks.

her body allows her to remain in ignorance for five more minutes before the signs of protest become more perceptible. the stomach cramps, the salivating of the mouth, the sensation of passing through a prickly thicket settling underneath her skin that creates a desperate itch, growing. it hits then. the pen within her hand is forgotten as she flits towards the patch on her neck, only for digits to draw faintly against bare skin. fuck. nullivi delays the need to feed as a means for survival, and minjung patches up for days in a row to keep it at bay and her humanity intact. without that, it's only a matter of time before ...

"we should call it day," she announces lightly, voice laced with raspiness that she hopes he isn't privy to. with every inhale is the essence of sanghyun's blood coursing delectably through his body, and minjung is aware that she has to get the absolute fuck out of here to keep her integrity in front of him. her head turns in the opposite of his direction, suddenly fascinated by the dry nature of her messages ⏤ as if she's an active texter. "you're busy, yeah?" and she can only pray to all the deities above that it comes off as i don't want to keep you, not i don't want to kill you.

[lovestereo]

Visit Original Link

[irisbythegoogoodolls]

jill lepore, ‘the history of loneliness’ // mitski, ‘first love/late spring // shauna nieqiest, ‘thoughts on change, grace, and learning the hard way’ // fall out boy, ‘pavlove’ // jeanette winterson, “all I know about gertrude stein’ // fiona apple, ‘left alone’

[soheesource]

HAN SO HEE for FILA Korea

[antimonias]

tag dump.