welcome aboard, declan seo, student #8. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like hwang hyunjin? according to our records, you hail from adelaide, australia, prefer he/him, are cismale, and are here to study music production. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + talented, + intriguing, but also - mysterious/aloof. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the zen room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a harmonica. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!
hi hi lovie’s it’s nia again <3 declan now is my second muse ! you can find his full bio and information below the cut !
ever since declan was a kid, he felt out of step with his peers. picture that kid who sat in the back of class with headphone cords slinked up the sleeve of his hoodie so he could listen to music instead of paying attention, never responded to any texts and was mysteriously not on any social media, and you’ll start to get a picture of the way declan looked from the outside.
declan grew up with a single father who worked two jobs. his relationship with his dad was pretty normal. they didn’t have many family traditions or spend lots of time with extended family. his dad sort of let him raise himself while he worked, and declan was fine with that. he never really questioned where his mother was; all he knew was that she lived in south korea and had given full custody to declan’s dad shortly after his first birthday. declan and his dad lived in adelaide, australia, so he never saw her after that. when declan was seventeen, his father married a woman he’d met at church. declan gained an older step-sister, but she was already living on her own with children and a family of her own, so declan didn’t ever bond with her. he was happy for his dad, he guessed, that he wouldn’t be alone once declan left.
the one place declan always felt he belonged was between his two ears, in his own mind, alone with his thoughts and, ideally, music. he really loves electronic music and can also play several instruments: harmonica, piano/keyboard, bass guitar, drums, and ukelele. he likes to make beats on his computer and operate one of those lo-fi beats accounts on youtube. since he didn’t have a lot of money ( or friends ) growing up, he would go to pawn shops and thrift stores and buy cheap instruments and music books and teach himself how to mess around on them. now he plans to work in the music industry and produce music for a living because no other subject really holds his interest. also ... he’s really talented, though he doesn’t know it really. he thinks he’s pretty average, but he’s not insecure.
he’s a minimalist through and through, and that includes with friends and relationships. he’s definitely a loner ( which gets to him sometimes, but he won’t admit it because ... well, who would he tell ? ) and he never grew out of his emo phase. ( sadboi ? ) he uses sexuality as a way to connect with people, even if it’s all artificial and just on the surface. at least if he’s having sex or kissing someone, it’s concrete enough for him to understand he has their attention and understanding ( something he feels he rarely gets in conversation. ) he’s bisexual and doesn’t have any preference in gender, and he’s had romantic relationships before, but never been in love. truthfully, he doesn’t even know how to be a boyfriend or how to fall in love. writing music about it is one thing, but actually doing it is a whole other thing. if you heard his music, you’d think he’s really deep and romantic, but actually getting to know him you’d find that he’s learned how to create art about others’ experiences, not his own.
that all being said, declan yearns to be seen and understood, just like anyone else. he is a good listener, observant, soft-spoken and a little socially awkward in most situations. generally he is a good friend, but he may be unreliable if he is wrapped up in a project or his own thoughts. you may also find him with dark circles or bags under his eyes because he suffers from insomnia and rarely sleeps.
“ever heard of a hair tie? it might be helpful.” elle quipped with a smirk, holding up her wrist to show off the one she always had on her. hair getting in the way was a constant problem. “i’m not going to do that.” she replied, not hesitating before speaking. “besides, the sweats aren’t a horrible look, people are dressing them up nowadays. i think it’s the t-shirt that’s bringing the whole thing down.” the advice certainly wasn’t asked for but elle couldn’t help it. keeping her mouth shut wasn’t exactly her forte. “absolutely not because someone is going to have to help clean these shoes off. grab water and napkins, if the coffee settles i’m sending you a bill.”
“hey, i have ! it’s half tied,” declan contested, lifting a hand to show where he’d sloppily half-tied his hair up — a typical look for him in mornings, class, late nights ... most times, actually. the days where he actually brushed and shined his hair were rare and reserved for special occasions. “what else wold you wear with sweatpants ?! ” declan asked, trying to imagine someone wearing a button down shirt with sweatpants. it made even less sense. fashion trends didn’t make much sense to him, though. declan was more stuck in the fashion days of my chemical romance and falling in reverse, but even back then he didn’t like it cause it was trendy, but because it just naturally aligned with what he thought looked nice. anyway, he did as he was told and grabbed napkins, throwing them at the floor before hopping down and pressing them at the mess. “am i expected to clean your feet ? seems weird.”
he hears the skateboard hit the wall before he sees it, wincing. “ did i forget to mention that it was there ? ” jack is slowly turning to face where his personal belonging had once been. “ let’s rewind time – “ he makes a rewind motion and sound effect to go with it. “ – watch your step when you get up, my board is on the ground by your feet… ”
after tripping and nearly falling on the other’s skateboard, declan takes a moment to catch his balance before turning to look at jackson. “uhhh,” he paused, trying to figure out what to say and not overreact. the rewind motion was just dorky enough to lessen the tension. “my life flashed before my eyes. i don’t know if i can rewind all that i just saw,” declan said, sort of joking, letting out a breath.
fuck jackson because i feel like he would tuck me into bed after, marry miles because he actually enjoys my music ( i think, ) and kiss jude because i think everyone else is already in love with him and i don't do well with competition. / @ftjacks @exefilms @judehrris
top five people you'd sleep with. no strings attached
uhhhhhhhhh ... mel, gertie, cecilya, sujin, jewel, miles ... was that six ? oh well. they're all objectively attractive people. ( and not just because i already .... know... half of these .... are .............. good in ......bed. though it helps cause i'd be comfortable. ) / @mclxnie, @gertaye, @cecilyaxo, @sujinfm, @jewelhqs, @exefilms
who do you think is the best person to bring on a deserted island with? and why?
i think definitely my friend natty because she would help to keep me sane. but also katherine because she would take care of everyone and make sure we are drinking water, eating and sleeping. / @somsris @kattay
that’s enough for her . it might not have been an enthusiastic acceptance but when she looks at him , she feels the same tiredness that she just now realises he’s exuding . with a small nod , she comes around to his side , looping their arms together , her hand resting on the inside of his forearm as she rests her head against his shoulder with a sigh , “ i don’t know where my roommate is , either pumping iron or off on some secret mission , ” she references troy , who , at the moment was turning into quite the enigma to her ( if she had time to think of him at all ) . as she guides him in the direction of her room , she decides to ask , “ how was your break ? “
cecilya surprised declan by getting so close so fast, but he shouldn’t have been surprised, really. she always was so bold in comparison to him, and a simple arm-in-arm hold was hardly a profession of love. it meant nothing to her, and that’s what he needed to remind himself of. he lifted a hand to tussle some of cecilya’s hair playfully, trying to lighten her mood. if anything, he just wanted her to smile and be happy. declan was certain that was the kind of influence he couldn’t give someone long term ( not that he’d ever had the opportunity ) but in small, short bursts like this, he could give that. “if it makes you feel any better, i haven’t even had a full conversation with my roommate yet.” he walks alongside her, grateful for the strange turn his morning had taken. “uh, it was pretty good. i taught myself how to play the piccolo. do you know what that is ? i wanna use it in the background of some songs.”
At least it wasn’t hot coffee. Or a stranger. Something along the lines of a very loud ‘what the fuck, fuck you’ was reserved for a moment like that. Instead, Gertie stood now, staring at the fresh stains splattered up the legs of her pants unbothered. She was in a decent mood today, she was on her way back from the gym, and post-workout Gertie was always a little nicer than pre-workout Gertie. “Wow, Declan,” she said after a moment, turning the screen of her phone off and slipping it into her back pocket, “if you wanted me wet, there’s other ways to go about it, you know.”
of all the people declan could have run into, gertie was one of the least offenses. obviously he would prefer she not see him looking so exhausted and distressed, but she’d seen it before. he grabbed the empty coffee cup and threw it in the trash before running a hand through his hair and managing to crack a smile at her. “actually, i do know that,” he teased, following her lead and playing off the situation as no big deal. “if you’re lucky, i might try one of those other ways again sometime.” he was disappointed to have lost his coffee. “sorry about your pants, though. consider this my creative way of getting you out of them.”
june is well aware that he moves with far too much quickness, especially for this early in the morning. wired on some natural energy source he’s never bothered to question, there’s his typical pep in his step as he seeks out breakfast on board. post workout. collisions were unfortunate but half expected, clumsy as june can be. so even though this one isn’t entirely his fault, he’s immediately holding both hands up in apology as he runs into someone taller. “oh no!” he laments sympathetically (and loudly), no thought spared for the splashes of coffee now decorating his athleisure wear. “i’m so sorry. i - can i buy you another? assuming you’re like most other students, i can only assume that was your lifeblood i’ve just spilled all over the floor.”
declan quickly shook his head at the other’s offer, already feeling extremely bad for making such a mess and probably ruining their morning. “no, no, it was my fault anyway,” they sighed, standing up and tossing the empty cup away into the trash. a tiny mile tugged at his lips at the word lifeblood though, because it was funny for some reason, just so very dramatic. “you shouldn’t have to pay for my mistake.” he crossed an arm over his chest, standing a little uncomfortably, unsure what to do. “uhhh, but i do need another one,” he admitted, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. although he was exhausted, declan was certain another attempt at sleep would prove fruitless, so he needed to just embrace that there was a new day at hand.
who do you want to get to know more? any interest on someone?
"anyone .... ? i'm bad at making friends. maybe raylee harper or jackson ? if you mean romantic interest, then no. no one." / @raygriffiths @harpermogen @ftjacks
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