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❝ kiss this cheek. ❞ ——— @eunangel

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because someone is being a baby about it, caleb decided to give angel a real kiss on the cheek. 'there, better?'

            his hand rests on the blessed side of his face in utter disbelief.  he’s been kissed by an angel.  ( angel eun, who?  we only know caleb kang. )

            buuut because he’s a . . . . . . cheeky person, he’s quick to drop the stunned act  &  turn the other cheek.  ❝ gimme one on this side, too? ♥ ❞

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' if i could rearrange the alphabet i would but U and I together '

            「 ♥ 」————  ʙᴏʟᴅ—and shockingly so, might he add.  ❝ no need to rearrange anything, love. ❞  he slings an arm around caleb’s shoulders  &  pulls him in close.  ❝ u and i are already together, yeah? ♥ ❞

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Jun at Fansigns pt. 1

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professor: this essay should be 3 to 5 feet of parchment.  moronders: submits a 3 ¼ feet of parchment.

@jslnger & @eunangel & @kcstarbright as marauders 2.0 

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[minion voice] i'm going bananas for you ♥

thank u, next 

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"hey angel, do you know why cow have hooves instead of feet? because they.... lactose! get it? get it? damn, i'm so hilarious today."

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ is laughing at your buddy’s joke, even if said joke is remarkably corny.  ❝ james, ❞  he wheezes, fake as fuck.  ❝ jesus christ.  okay, okay, wait.  i got one:  where does russian milk come from?  ---------moscows! ❞   damn, they’re both hilarious today.

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shockingly accurate

btw dis/cord @  master has given ty a gun#4966  if u wanna hit dat

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@alcxnam  &  @bmoonbin

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⤑   ╱  ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ,  dαrlíng .

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finding all that inner gryffindor bravery, he felt a grin pull across his face. it’s a halloween party, he’s a bit tipsy at this point. what’s the worse that could happen? without any furthur prompting, he moved to climb up, wobbling a little as he did but soon he found himself facing the guy, and it took all of calebs willpower to not read his thoughts as he made eye contact. the red on his face never once leaving. and with the last of his confidence, he shoots the other a smirk, mouthing the words along the lyrics. “~you’re probably move right through me on my way to you~”

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ.  scratch that.  connor would definitely kill him.  he doesn’t even know if the elder kang’s at the party, but word is sure to get out that angel eun---gryffindor’s resident joker  &  playboy extraordinaire---is dancing a bit too intimately with caleb kang.  in his defense, caleb’s giving him this look, and what is he supposed to do?  say no?  he has a reputation to uphold, thank you very much.  besides, it’s a party;  they’re supposed to be out here having fun.

            and so he does.

            his shirt slides off in an effortless motion  &  then it’s gone---cast to the crowd, never to be seen again for the rest of the night.  he doesn’t mind  ( doesn’t even seem to care ),  since his attention has now shifted to caleb.  bright red cheeks, soft lips pulled into the most sinister smirk:  the boy is a temptation.  but dare he say, the boy’s a tad bit shy, despite his gutsy actions thus far.  angel recognizes this incidental vice almost immediately.  gryffindor pride has gotten caleb on the table, but really, it’s doing little else.  nothing encouragement can’t fix, though.

            it’s abrupt, borderline cheeky:  without warning and without much thought, he steps over, reaches up, and pushes caleb’s hair back  ( knocking his hat off in the process---but does he care?  nah ).  his grin is nothing short of wolfish as his grip tightens around the soft locks, forcing his counterpart to tilt his head.  &&  despite all this, his words are gentle.  ❝ loosen up a lil, love.  you’re wound up too tight. ❞  his fingers slip to the back arch of caleb’s neck, where they still for a fluttering moment, before finally trailing away.  ❝ eyes on me.  ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.  make me want you. ❞

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⤑   ╱  ʜᴀɴɪ ,  dαrlíng .

｡:゜☆｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡. “parties are weird…” at times like this she wished her boyfriend was here to make the experience less strange and awkward for her. instead she watched how others interacted with each other. seeking some sort of entertainment to cheer her up and hopefully her mind will tread away from the thought of missing her muggle boyfriend. she didn’t like the taste of alcohol, but she was convincing herself that it tastes like orange juice. maybe she’d feel just as happy as that girl who looked like she drank giggle water. 

her brows furrowed, nose crinkling in distaste. “i-is this allowed??” a loud whisper escaping her lips as her hand covered her mouth. “parties are the worst,” she cried. what was he doing!! it was a train wreck waiting to happen, she couldn’t look away – “me??” she gasped, completely disturbed. “no!! no!! you’re weird!!” throwing a shoe someone had left behind. “sir, i demand you to stop unbuttoning your shirt!!” covering her eyes, attempting to throw something else, missing the target completely. “i-i-i’ll have you know!! i have a boyfriend!!” she was nearly in tears. “eee!! this party is bonkers!!”

          「 ♥ 」————  ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ sʜᴏᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, mid-strip, is something he couldn’t have possibly prepared for.  he doesn’t even know where the shoe came from ‘cause it’s certainly not her shoe.  ❝ babe--- ❞  he starts, but what he wants to say goes unheard as he finds himself dodging a goblet filled with giggle water.  a whole goblet filled to the brim with giggle water.  this girl is not playing around.  ❝ okay, okay.  i’ll stop.  don’t throw anything else, ‘kay? ❞  he jumps off the table, and in the same motion, draws out his wand.  after muttering a quick spell to quell the volume in his voice, he turns to her.  ❝ really, darlin’.  i’m offended that you couldn’t enjoy the show.  boyfriend or not, you still have eyes, yeah? ❞

            figuring she wouldn’t dare throw anything else while in such close proximity, he reaches up and continues unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.  the giggle water has soaked nearly half of it, and no cleaning spell can revert it to the pressed condition it was before.  so naturally, he gets rid of it - shrugs it off, tosses it to the side - before casting tergeo on himself to dry up.  ❝ d’you actually have one? ❞  he asks then, raising his head to meet her gaze.  ❝ ᴀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs. ❞

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⤑   ╱  ᴀʟᴇx ,  dαrlíng .

over the music blasting throughout the chamber, it was strange to hear such a loud and clear voice give a warning — it threw her off from witnessing (and laughing at) a group attempt to have a dance battle, but it was just…sad. the bad part about the warning? the voice was far too familiar to her, and part of her was worried to search where it came from. but even still, she did. curiosity won over worry. 

the word mortified couldn’t even begin to explain how she felt at the sight of angel beginning to strip-dance on the food table. THE FOOD TABLE, of all tables to step on. how unsanitary!! not only was she now on a mission to stop him from embarrassing himself, but also from mentally scarring her with the sight of…gross. she didn’t even want to think about it. 

she rushed through the crowd of people—’excuse me, sorry, excuse meee’—to get over to the table as quickly as she could, and even then, her fast walk still wasn’t fast enough. oh no, she thought as she heard angel inviting another to join him. before they could even fully react to the invitation, she pushed them out of the way—’oh merlin, i’m so sorry’—so she’d be the one he was now looking at. it was truly an awful sight for her. “what in the BLOODY HELL are you doing? minions are NOT supposed to be sexy!” 

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴀʟᴇx ɪs sᴏ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, he just wants to pinch her cheeks like an overly affectionate, dotting aunt.  but at the same time, he wants to reprimand her for stalling his god-given right to get naked.  after all, what’s a party without showing a lil skin?  ❝ sweetheart, ❞  he crouches down to her eye level, his wolfish grin softening into a muted smile.  ❝ i ‘ppreciate your concern, but you’re really killin’ my vibe here.  lighten up a bit, yeah?  ‘sides--- ❞  his head tilts ever so slightly.  ❝ does this mean you find me sexy? ❞  her comment doesn’t go without implications, and who is he if doesn’t call her out on it?

            eyes bright with uncontested amusement, he straightens up.  ‘paralyzer’ continues playing in the background, a steady beat to a steady heart, but he doesn’t resume his performance.  at least, not yet.  instead, he turns his attention to the crowd milling around.    ❝ babygirl over here is a tad bit shy.  how ‘bout we give her some encouragement? ❞  at the sound of his suggestion, the crowd cheers---a boastful, exuberant ovation that alex surely can’t ignore.  he quirks an eyebrow at her then, thrilled that the crowd’s on his side, and extends a hand in her direction.  ❝ ʟᴇᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ❞

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⤑   ╱  ᴀᴠᴇʀʏ ,  @wickcdly .

          「 ♥ 」————  ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟʟʏ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ.  he sits there, spiders scurrying over his dead weight, indistinct whispers resonating around him.  hogwarts’s prankster has been pranked.  and what a brilliant prank it is---a perfect execution from start to finish.  there’s only one person who can orchestrate something so intricate and so intriguing, and that person is emery.  but huh, he doesn’t see emery anywhere.  it’s just him, his goblet of firewhiskey, and the ninth year head boy.

            ❝ guess it’s just us now. ❞  he offers the rest of his firewhiskey to the other---an unspoken apology of sorts for being the reason why avery’s stuck down here . . . even though technically, it’s not his fault.  his entire body is numb, his legs well on their way to petrification:  getting him up that ladder on sheer strength would’ve caused more harm than good.  and now that ladder’s gone.  so here they are - a couple of sitting ducks, just waiting for some kind, brave soul to come rescue them.  but until then . . .  ❝ wanna hear a joke? ❞  he peers over at avery.  ❝ what do you call two quidditch players who share a room? ------broom-mates. ❞

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⤑   ╱  ᴍᴏᴏɴʙɪɴ ,  @bmoonbin​ .

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.  the mission?  to give his dear childhood friend the biggest spook of his life.  he tucks his wand away and reaches up to smear the blood all over the side of his face and chest.  the blood is fake, of course, but moonbin doesn’t need to know that.  &&  after tousling his hair and readjusting his expression from an amused one to a truly horrified one, he stumbles over to his target.  ❝ moonbear, ❞  he gasps, grabbing a hold of the other,  ❝ they got me. ❞

            his eyes are blown wide, his breath slightly hitched to convey uncontested panic.  if this were a movie, he’d win a goddamn oscar.  ❝ the baby basilisks---they - they’re out for us muggleborns.  save me. ❞  the corner of his mouth twitches.  it’s too hard to keep a straight face.  &&  not two seconds later, he bursts out laughing.  ❝ ju~st kidding!  don’t hit me!! ❞

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joinin’ on this for the second half of the chamber event bc i finally have two characters hehehe feel free to hmu !  **👻 indicates possible plots**

ANGEL   ⤑   replies in drafts: 1  ( caleb, alex, hani )

drunk scale:  chill  |  mistakes are being made  |  mr. stark, i don’t feel so gucci

has a considerable high tolerance of alcohol.  likely pre-gamed.

last seen:  casting tarantallegra, the dancing spell, on a group of unsuspecting underclassmen 👻  &  howling with laughter just a few meters away

target:  a muggleborn, so yes absolutely

he doesn’t take the threat seriously  &  thinks this is a really well-executed prank.  tbh he prob saw the mudblood hit-list and was like “hahaha kin.”  will most likely swerve if you try to pull him away 👻, so catch him if you can !

end game:  since he’s just . . all over the place, it’s very likely that he’ll eventually encounter a baby basilisk  &  yeah, catch him numbing up in the corner with his last glass of firewhiskey being like “well, cheers to suffering”  prob won’t make it up the ladder in time??  bc he’s kinda heavy and can’t move much, but feel free to try 👻

NIKOLAI   ⤑   replies in drafts: 2  ( misa, misha, jun, ethan/misa )

drunk scale:  chill  |  mistakes are being made  |  mr. stark, i don’t feel so gucci

an absolute lightweight who has thrown back at least three cups of firewhiskey and is definitely past gone.

last seen:  in a kabedon with misha.

target:  a pureblood, so nope !

after peaking in his drunken state, he’s a lot less reactive.  still freaks out over seeing all the spiders tho  &  is slowly coming to terms that he’s actually hearing hisses and it’s not just his mind playing tricks on him.  would be standing to the side, most likely looking for his date---misa---even though she’s a pureblood.  doesn’t think there’s imminent danger, but if your muse isn’t pureblood 👻, he’d likely grab them and tell them to gtfo

end game:  unintentionally saves a handful of muggleborns and half-bloods 👻?  maybe even delivered one 👻 to the infirmary before passing tf out himself.  also he won’t remember anything in the morning.

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⤑   ╱  ᴏᴘᴇɴ ,  dαrlíngs .

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs one can be absolutely positive about:  first, angel has climbed onto the food table.  second, there’s a particular glint in his eye---one that sings of wicked intentions---that accompanies an equally wicked smirk.  and third, he is unconditionally and irrevocably going to strip-dance to ‘paralyzer.’

            there’s just one teeny tiny problem:  he has overalls on, and overalls are definitely not sexy to take off.  what an absolute mood-killer!  but fortunately, his smart self decided to wear a yellow button-up to complete his minion attire  &  that is something he can work with.

            as the familiar beat of ‘paralyzer’ resonates within the compact chamber, he begins his  ( rather spontaneous )  performance:  body moving to the rhythm of the chorus, he tucks his thumbs underneath the overalls’ straps and slips them off. 「 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,  𝚒’𝚖  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚒  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔  𝚋𝚢  𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~ 」 his hands run along his chest provocatively, too provocatively---almost as if he’s done this before  ( he has )---before hooking onto the collars of his shirt.  ❝ if you’re underage, you miiight wanna look away. ❞  his voice carries the warning in an unexpected volume - the result of using sonorus, the amplifying charm, on himself.

          「 𝚒𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢  𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚍𝚘 ~ 」 a delightful grin sits playfully on his features, unrivaled, as he yanks the top of his button-up open.  and as he continues swaying to the music, delirious in his own right, he peers down at the crowd  &  catches the eye of one of his onlookers.  ❝ don’t be shy now, darlin’, ❞  he says as he works on the second, then third button.  ❝ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴ’ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ. ❞

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⤑   ╱  ᴄᴀʀᴡʏɴ ,  dαrlíng .

Carwyn wasn’t really expecting to go to this party. Or have a group to go with. But both things ending up happening however, his group ended up splitting up leaving the tall slytherin alone.His costume was supposed to be one of the four horsemen, war but he really looked like he was just covered in blood.

And ontop of that, it seemed like his thoughts just spilled out no matter what he tried to do. Of fucking course someone had laced the firewhiskey. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? Carwyn knows he would’ve. 

As he was walking, he bumped into someone when he wasn’t looking.

“Fuck ! Merlin’s beard I could’ve ran you over.” He exclaims with a deep set frown.

         「 ♥ 」————  ❝ ᴡʜ~ᴏᴀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ❞  he reaches out to grab carwyn by the arms---an impulsive measure to steady them both.   ❝ bit too much firewhiskey, mm? ❞  that, he can vibe with.  after making his rounds and snagging a sip from various goblets, he’s starting to feel a little precarious, if he must say so himself.  ‘course, he’s not complaining, not even in the slightest;  this is when things get exciting.

           he lets go, albeit slowly:  his fingers loosen, ghosting ever so slightly down carwyn’s arms before finally slipping away.  it’s then that his eyes flicker over the other man’s costume---that is, if it even is a costume.  ❝ lemme guess . . ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ? ❞  he breaks into a grin.  ❝ scary, i like it. ❞