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✦*.･ﾟ now i’m reminiscing. falling through the c r a c k s, it was bound to happen. it’s funny how it lingers, but i’m not surprised. we were [ MAGIC ].

[hansomin]

hxetaek‌:

hoetaek takes in what somin’s saying, a frown tugging at the corners of their lips. they knew somin had a hand in the protections around the campsite, and they’d be lying if they said the question of how the hell these hunters had broken through hadn’t crossed their mind. but, well, right now there’s more important things to worry about. “we’ll deal with all that later, I’m sure. I mean, it’s scary, and worrying, and I want to find out who did this. but right now… my focus is on saving as many of our people as possible.” they squeeze her hand, catching her eye and trying to express with their face that this is not her fault, before turning back and continuing on. they can’t help a gasp escaping their lips when they reach the campfire clearing, their heart breaking at the sight of all the death, and grief. they don’t notice the wounded student until somin moves towards them, but the second their eyes find them they’re rushing after her. they kneel beside the student, nodding in response to somin’s question as they quickly open the bag they have slung over their shoulder. in the back corner of hoetaek’s part of the greenhouse they grow a special kind of moss, imbued with a magic designed to help with open wounds—stop the bleeding and start to heal the skin—and when hoetaek was packing for this camping trip, they’d decided to bring with them almost their entire supply. this is not exactly what they were expecting to use it for, but in this moment they can’t help but thank their past self for always being prepared.

they pull a clump of this moss out of their bag and quickly press it to the wound in this student’s stomach, moving somin’s hands so they’re on top of it. “hold this here, apply pressure,” they tell her, before diving into their bag again, this time pulling out a light green potion. they lift the student’s head gently with one hand, using their thumb to wipe some of the blood away from their mouth before bringing the potion up to their lips. “you’re going to be okay,” they tell them gently. “but I need you to take a deep breath in and swallow all of this, can you do that for me?” the student looks terrified, but they nod, taking a deep breath in as instructed, and hoetaek carefully tips the contents of the potion into their mouth.

somin appreciates having hoetaek as a best friend. they’re one of the most level headed people she knows and, even though she’s older, she actually looks up to them a lot and is immensely proud of them. she smiles softly when they catch her eyes, already knowing exactly what that look say. you didn’t cause this, they’re saying. she squeezes their hand back and nods. they’re words register and she understands what hoetaek is saying, but it’s hard for her to not think about regardless. maybe it’s because she feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility for the massacre that’s happening, but she’s struggling with the idea of how exactly they entered the camp in the first place. the thought of it is wiped from her mind when she sees the student on the ground, though. she does her best to follow the instructions that they give her. the moss feels soft under her tensed fingers and some of the student’s blood ends up coming up through her fingers for a moment before it stops almost instantly. “what is that?” somin asks, nodding towards the liquid in the other witch’s hand.

somin comes from a long line of healing witches, but has never taken the time to learn from her family at all. she’s always been in love with charms and divination, but seeing the scene before her... there’s a nagging at the back of her head that tells her she should learn before it’s too late.

[hansomin]

hyerihn‌:

hyeri forces herself to look away, scrambling backwards to get as far away from the flames as possible. the heat is suffocating and the smell of ash burns through her lungs. “i’m fine,” she coughs, a grimace on her face. the night is still young and there is still plenty that could happen. the siren glances over at somin, “thanks.” she means it, the words pouring out of her. there is fear and confusion, but relief carries her words, because hyeri cannot imagine what would have happened if somin had not come save her. rather she doesn’t want to and forces the image out of her head. the siren’s body shakes as she stares out into chaos of everything happening at once. “is there anything i can do to help?”

she doesn’t want to stay behind while others could be suffering. if there’s a way she can help, she wants to try. hyeri needs to be useful somehow or her conscience will not let her move on from this night. 

somin shakes her head, quickly dismissing the gratitude. she would have done it for anyone. there’s an expression of fear on the girl’s face and she feels guilt caurse through her body. the words “this is your fault” swims in her head, no matter how much she tries to shake the thought. “you sure you’re okay?” she asks, doing her best to distract herself, “you don’t look so good.” the situation would be overwhelming for anyone, she knows, and having a hunter seconds away from killing you would be traumatizing. the students at keisung are assholes, and strong, and don’t take shit from anyone. that doesn’t make this any less detrimental though. “i think i’m going to walk the campsite. try to put out fires and help anyone who’s hurt. you can come if you feel up to it, but you should really head back to the academy. you could get killed being out here,” she stresses.

[hansomin]

hxetaek‌:

hoetaek had been caught off guard. their focus had been on an injured student across the way, and they hadn’t seen the hunter coming at them until they’d already been grabbed. but they’ve barely had time to register what happened, register that this guy wasn’t exactly human, before they’re being dropped again, their assailant suddenly bursting into flames, and hoetaek doesn’t have to look to know it’s somin. they do turn to her though, stepping away from the burning pile of… whatever that guy was. she looks frazzled, hoetaek can’t blame her (they’re sure they don’t exactly look cool calm and collected right now either), and they instinctively reach out to place a comforting hand on her arm. “I’m okay, I’m not hurt, but you know telling me to get out of here is about as good as me trying to tell you to get out of here,” they reply, giving her a look. they know her, and they know she’s the kind of person who’d put up a fight. “I have potions, and supplies, I can heal people, and you know I’m going to be out here saving as many goddamn people as I can.” they take her hand, tugging her towards a cluster of trees that might serve as some sort of cover. “we’ve gotta keep moving, come on.”

she gives hoetaek as much of a smile as she can in this situation, knowing exactly what they mean. “yeah, i guess you’re right,” she says and follows them into the trees. the entire situation is morbid and that’s putting it lightly. there are students and staff alike everywhere. some are running in the direction of the academy; others are going back to tents for quick shelter. as they’re walking, she does her best to put out any flames she sees that could spread dangerously. “taek, these hunters... how do you think they got in?” she asks. “i helped put up the protective spells and... i’m positive that there’s no way this could have happened unless someone on the inside was helping them,” she finishes, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. it’s a serious thing, to let killers into their sanctuary. she doesn’t know the last time it’s happened or if it’s ever happened at all. of course hunters are a threat, but keisung, despite the terrible beings that live there, is a safe haven for all of them. somewhere where they can be themselves without this threat, but it’s followed them somehow. they reach the clearing where they’ve been having their campfires and it’s a disaster. bodies of dead students and their crying classmates while professors try to pull them away to safety. somin scans the area for survivors and spots a student coughing up blood. she rushes to them, putting pressure on the wound through their stomach. she looks to hoetaek frantically. “is there anything you can do?”

[hansomin]

when the alarm sounds throughout the camp, somin’s stomach drops. she runs from the tent she’s been accompanying alone to a bigger one where some of the professors had been staying. the option was open for her to either attend the camp as a student and participate in the activities or attend as part of the staff and oversee the trip as well as help with preparations. she had chosen the latter. the thing is... she had helped with the wards that were meant to be protecting all the students and the professors tell her that breaking them is exactly how they got in. it feels like a dream when she makes her way back outside. the air outside the tents has turned hot because of how many of them are on fire and her head is ringing with the screams of people around her. more professors file out behind her, desperate to get their students to safety. all she can think about is how this is all partially her fault. she should have done a better job— put up more protection— made it stronger— anything.

there’s a shout from beside her and she spots a hunter—that doesn’t seem completely human themselves—holding a student by the front of their shirt. she blinks and they’re up in flames. “are you okay? are you hurt? you need to get out of here,” she rushes out to them after running over, her instincts finally kicking in after the initial shock.

[hansomin]

kvtrinas‌:

          THE  SIREN   ALMOST  goes  to  protest ,  as  she  was  just  about  to  try  &  persuade  her  company  as  to  why  her  plan  was  worthwhile .  to  try  &  convince  the  other  further  that  she  had  an  explanation  as  to  why  her  revenge  was  a  good  idea .  hoping  to  stall  the  rejection  she  was  sure  was  about  to  be  shot  her  way .   yet ,  it  was  when  somin’s  surprising  response  made  way  to  her  ears,  that  katrina’s  eyes  grew  wide.  a  look  of  disbelief  flashing  before  her  visage ,  only  for  it  to  be  replaced  by  an  amused  expression .    “  really  !?  ”   the  question  escapes  her  in  an  unexpected  breath ,  her  features  suddenly  illuminated  with  excitement  as  she  perks  up  in  her  seat .  her  gaze  glimmering  with  a  sense  of  mirth .  the  other's  words  seem  to  bring  laughter  to  the  girl .  “   i  wish  i  would  have  taken  a  finger  from  him,  or  maybe  even  a  limb , “  she  jokes ,  finding  herself  humored  by  the  witch  before  her . but ,  her  face  scrunches,  her  countenance  torn  between  shame  &  disgust ,  as  she  finally  goes  to  answer  their  question .  her  voice  somewhat  hesitant  to  admit  that  she  had  kept  anything  that  had  belonged  to  that  asshole .     “  i  do.  well  .  . .   it  was  given  to  me  by  him .  would  that  still  work  ??   “    she  asks,  her  appearance  hopeful .

multiple emotions pass the other girl’s face until it settles on disbelief and somin almost laughs. her temperament has probably been talked up on campus; she’ll admit that she’s a hard one to convince for help, but men using something like love as a manipulation tool really gets to her. so, yes, she’s on board. and, she says as much to her. “don’t look so excited, though. it won’t be that easy and it will probably take time.” she smiles when the other laughs. somin never had an abundance of girl friends before she got to keisung, but now it’s different. the only actually male friend she has is kyungsun and they’re more partners than they are friends. this may just be another student she has to adopt for herself. “it depends on what it is, honestly. if he gave it to you then technically the ownership has changed. if it’s something he’s kept on him for a long time then his presence could still linger on it. but, if his feelings for you weren’t as sincere as you thought then it might be something he expected back and not gave up fully, if that makes sense? in short, i can try it, but i can’t guarantee anything.” the last thing she wants it to get her hopes up and it fall through.

[hansomin]

ooc —— heylo if anyone needs a partner for the camping even somin & tyler are both still free and in need of partners ;–;

[trcshqueen]

─── erin van vuren.

[hansomin]

being a teacher’s assistant was rewarding, but exhausting at times. it wasn’t like somin got paid at all—unless being compensated in coffee counted as payment. she did get extra grades, but she was a good student anyways so it didn’t effect much. regardless, she did her best. she had a desk in the corner of a professor’s office and had her office hours posted underneath the professor’s own on the door. her mind was focused on the papers in front of her, when the door pushed open. “why are some of these students so fucking dumb,” she mumbled to herself before looking up. “oh, it’s you.”

[chrsamara-deactivated20210908]

╰☆╮ audrey ii.

[chrsamara-deactivated20210908]

WITCH.

“i’m not lying, i swear,” woojin stammered, paling at the thought of somin siccing someone on him — he wasn’t exactly the most liked species on campus because of what he used to be, so he was sure it wouldn’t be hard for her to find someone willing to… who even knows what. enchant his body inside out, or get him to puke his guts out (literally).

but when she took a step back and asked him what they should do about the plant… well, that was more in his element than out of it. the job would be a lot easier with another person added to the task force.

“if you could just distract it, or freeze it somehow… then it won’t be trying to snap at me while i dig out its roots,” woojin said.

[hansomin]

“i work with fire, not ice. i won’t be freezing anything,” she scoffed. she attempted to think about it objectively, without frustration and annoyance clouding her mind. “i might be able to cast something that would make it immobile, but it wouldn’t last very long,” she mused aloud. it wasn’t something she had ever tried before and the first time she tried probably shouldn’t be with something that could literally bite her head off. “it’ll be easier to distract it, i think.” the real question was: what would distract it without harming it? this kid didn’t want her to use fire, but realistically that was all she had. “just... tell me what to do, i guess,” she muttered, feeling a bit helpless at the moment. the situation was out of her realm.

[hansomin]

ssyejvn‌:

the little patterns they’re making and the way they play with the water.. it can only amuse them for so long before the boredom and sadness of being stuck indoors will start piling up on them again. it’s not a fun way to live, a siren trap indoors.. they don’t like it much. so when the words reach their ears, and they turn to see a witch standing there with an offering, yejun’s head tilts. “a little.. but the siren exit is too far to walk in the rain.. and wouldn’t your jacket only half cover me?” they bring their legs up underneath them then, crossing them where they sat, but paying all the attention to the female with rather big innocent eyes just peering at her right now.

they’re cute, somin thinks briefly before shaking her head of the thought. she’s always been one to label herself as the witch bitch of keisung, but she’s a lot more caring than she’d like to admit. it just rubs her the wrong way when someone’s in need of something and people just walk by like they haven’t seen it. if she can help then, most of the time, she will. “ah,” she realizes belatedly that it must look she’s offering a flimsy jacket—that can barely be called that, if she’s being honest—to a siren who will definitely grow a few new parts if brought outside, “the jacket is actually charmed. you won’t get wet at all. fire’s my element,” she says, wiggling her fingers at them and letting a few flames manifest at her tips, “so, i’m not a huge fan of rain myself. but, i don’t mind letting you borrow it. you need it more than i do.” she’s slipping the jacket off before the other can even give her a proper response and hands it out to them. “i will want it back, but if you give me a jacket of yours then i can charm it to do the same thing,” she offers.

[hansomin]

me walking into a cvs at midnight: i need to lift a curse

employee: aisle 5

me: thanks

[gvnzerc]

it wasn’t a new situation for minhwan to find himself backed into a corner by a group or even just one person taunting him again. it was usually vampires, sometimes demons or baku that could tell how many nightmares he had and how much he’d suffered. but either way, that’s what’s happening now, minhwan having already shifted into his wolf form and the remnants of his clothes now torn up not far from him. he’s scratching at the group, the small wolf trying to press back further into the corner like he wanted it to swallow him up whilst he continued to be taunted. the only noise really coming from him is a pained and strained sort of whimper that doesn’t sound right, that being due to his vocal chords being clipped– but it’s a horrible sound either way, and one that they don’t seem to care about right now. instead, it just leaves minhwan thrashing at the ground and wall, completely lowered to the ground, scared they’d hit him. usually he has soohan or jay with him to avoid this happening.. but well, he couldn’t always escape it–

[hansomin]

all somin sees is a group of people and she already knows that she does not want to be involved. the bitch in her is telling her to leave it alone, while the teacher’s assistant is telling her to be responsible and make sure nothing terrible is happening. but, it’s keisung. something terrible is always happening. she sighs and runs a hand through her hair before walking over, quietly enough that no one hears her approaching. she can hear it before she can see it; the scratchy whining and verbal taunts. she’s at the front of the crowd without even registering her body moving and spots the wolf folded in on itself on the ground. “YAH!” she yells, turning on the crowd. “you had all better leave before i scorch the shit out of you, you fucking assholes,” everyone pauses, but no one makes a move to leave. she looks at the boy in directly in front of her, registers him as a demon, and thinks, he can’t die anyways. she sets his jacket on fire. “i said leave, before all of you go up in flames.”

[kvtrinas]

         IT’S  VEXATION  WHICH  causes  a  typically  pretty  face  ,  to  twist  into  something  darker .  anger  seething  through  the  siren’s  veins  as  she  explains  something  to  the  witch  in  front  of  her .   hands  flying  up  into  the  air ,  her  countenance  becomes  animated .   “  &  can  you  believe  he  did  that  to  me  ??  to  me  !!   “  she  rants  as  she  leans  forward  in  her  seat .  her  expression  constantly  shifting  between  distraught  &  rage .  she  hated  bringing  up  old  memories ,  especially  this  one .  but ,  currently ,  she  was  in  the  middle  of  trying  to  get  her  way  .  attempting ,  to  convince  the  other  to  do  a  serious  favor  for  her .   “  &  i  believed  him  !!  i  was  even  willing  to  turn  into  one  of  those  stupid  mermaids  …  for  him  !!  “   her  features  scrunch  in  disgust ,  feeling  nauseous  even  at  the  thought .  “   i  knew  i  should  of  killed  him  when  i  had  the  chance ,  but  you  see ,  that’s  why  i  need  this .  “  she  looks  to   《 @hansomin 》,  suddenly  composing  herself  as  a  sense  of  calmness  washes  over  her .   “   that  stupid  son  of  a  …  i  just .  i  didn’t  get  the  satisfaction  of  ending  his  worthless  little  life .  so  i  was  just  wondering ,  “  katrina  bats  her  eyelashes  almost  in  a  demure  manner .  a  facade  of  innocence  taking  over  as  she  hopes  to  appear  sweeter .  perhaps  more  like  the  victim . ( which  she  was  .)  “  could  you  help  me  find  his  family  so  we  can  curse  them  ??   “  she  hesitantly  smiles  up  at  the  other .   somewhat  worried  she  would  shoot  down  her  idea . 

[hansomin]

somin listens to the girl in front of her, weighing her options. she realizes quite easily that as much as this girl—katrina, she said her name was—looks annoyed and tries to guise her antics as revenge, it burrows a bit deeper than that. becoming a siren is something she’ll have to live with and this filthy man tricked her into it and... somin is aware she’s now talked herself into a job she’s not sure she can do, but she refuses to let someone be torn down and tormented by something that happened because of a man, of all things. “men are trash, babe. you should have killed him,” she says, picking at her nails. “listen, i’ll help track him down. enthusiastically, even. what he did was fucked up and i won’t stand for it. i’m not sure how much i can do though,” her mind briefly flits to kyungsun and the long lost love of his life. she’s done her best to try to find that bastard, but he has yet to turn up. back to the task at hand, “do you have anything at all that was personal to him? like, a finger of his would do, but i doubt you have that on you,” she muses.

[jscvng]

there was a prominent pout of their face as they watched the rain smack against the window, head tilted a little and resting on their palm and it drizzled down in little streams. yejun might love the water, but they didn’t like rain. and not when it was storming either which just has them sighing because storms were never fun. if they could make it sunny all the time, then they would. and really, yejun just didn’t feel like trying to go out right now and have to stop rain from hitting them just to get anywhere. being a siren was tough work.. “stupid rain.. ruining everything..” they huff out under their breath, though they do use their water manipulating skills to make little patterns in the drops coating the outside of the window; which at least has them giggling for a few minutes before whining again.

[hansomin]

somin hates rain with every fiber of her fiery being. it clashes with everything about her. her element is fire for devil’s sake; she has zero interest in water. the dark clouds block out the sun and she refuses to get a drop of rain on her, so she pulls on her jacket as she walks down the stairs of the dorm building. the jacket is just a simple nike windbreaker, but it’s her favorite because it’s charmed so that whoever is wearing it will not get wet at all. no matter how much it’s raining, she will not get a single drop of water on her, down to the soles of her shoes. she’s about to walk out the door when she spots someone. she believes their name is yejun and, if she remember’s correctly, they’re a siren. somin curses at herself for even thinking of helping the other, but her mouth is open before she can stop herself. “do you want to leave? i could lend you my jacket, if you want,” she says.

[hansomin]

kyungsunks‌:

☀ ー he couldn’t lie and say being bonded was his favorite thing in the world, it was hard sometimes, but it also made a lot of things easier, and in all honesty, made him feel human again most days. he liked the connection to actual people, and having a little music and a person to be around him no matter what helped.

plus, somin was better than nearly anyone else he could have asked for. they actually got along. he doesn’t mind spending time with her, even if it can be a lot of boring work every once in a while. besides, he can deal with holding her bags sometimes in exchange for someone to go to when he was in trouble. like now.

“somin.” kyungsun mocks, voice classically monotone. “are you really asking me, a whole demon to use logic and pre-planning in order to study? what am i supposed—i forgot the rest of what you said in what order.” his eyebrows furrow in efforts to remember so he can finish being a nuisance, but it doesn’t come back to him, so with a sigh he continues. “if you can’t help me cheat because of a ward, i at least need you to magically make me know it. if i die because of incompetence, i’ll make sure my death rock thingy says you killed me.”

“i mean, it wouldn’t hurt,” somin retorts and sticks her tongue out at him. the thing is, she really loves kyungsun. as much as they tend to bicker and pick on each other, sun is easily the closest person to her and she wants him as happy as possible. “the ‘death rock thingy’ is what people call a tombstone and the saying is what others call an epitaph. also, you can’t die so you’ll never get one,” she points out with a raise of her eyebrows.

“don’t worry,” she finally says, “i already have a solution. who do you think i am?” she pulls her hair up into a ponytail and pulls a pen out from a drawer in her desk. “this is charmed already, and i’m letting you borrow it. i need it back, okay? once you click it, it will start writing the answers to your questions on the test, so don’t click it until you need it. and, make sure to click it closed when you’re done because if you don’t it will keep writing and your professor will obviously know something’s up. i would use a regular pen for some of the questions... if you get a perfect score they might be suspicious,” she smiles, too sweet to be natural, and hands the pen out to him. “use it wisely, young padawan.”

[hansomin]

hxetaek‌:

hoetaek always looks forward to the weekends. not for the reason most people do, but because the weekends means the markets, and the markets means hoetaek gets to work their stall and sell their goods—and spend time with their best friend. there’s a long list of things hoetaek is eternally grateful to somin for—her fashion advice, the time she punched a guy in the face for them, the fact that she became the family they never really had—but her agreeing to support their dream and help them with this stall is very high on that list. honestly, they could think of no better way to spend the weekend then practicing for their future, and hanging out with their best friend.

hoetaek smiles as they approach their usual stall space, seeing somin already there. they have a large iced coffee in one hand and a bag full of pastries for the both of them in the other, so they respond to her wave with a nod of their head. “good morning!” they greet once they’ve reached her, giving her the closed thing to a hug they can manage with their hands full—which is basically just them resting their chin on her shoulder for a brief moment. “you’re up early.” they’re teasing, while it is usually hoetaek who arrives first, it’s not completely unheard of for somin to get there before them, and they grin at her as they set their stuff down and start helping her set up. “I have a good feeling about today. the weather’s good, we’ve got some great shit to sell, I’m pumped!”

somin did her best to wrap her arms around the other despite all the items they had in their hands. “my internal clock has been weird lately, so i’ve been waking up early as fuck the past few days,” she says with a light shrug before following them over to where they’re placing their stuff down. after rummaging through the bag of food they brought, she pulls out a blueberry scone and bites into it. “oh, thank the devil,” somin says, around a mouth full of food, “you know you’re my favorite right?”

she eats while hoetaeks moves a few things around and puts a few of their own items out. “yeah, i think it’ll definitely be a good day. i told kyungsun he could stay home, i felt bad dragging him out so early for the seventh weekend in a row. but, it should be okay. and, i brought the pendants you gave me the other day. fully charged, and then some,” she says, and winks at the other before swallowing her last bite and pulling out her tarot deck of choice for the day.

[hansomin]

task 001 ↦ han somin

one. what fictional place would you like to go to?

does a certain world count? i would like it if i lived in the world of avatar the last air-bender. fire-bending would just be so amazing.

two. if you could turn any activity into an olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for?

if there was a way i could win a medal based off the accuracy of my readings, whether it’s tarot or tea, then i would probably win.

three. what’s your biggest pet peeve?

just people being generally annoying or obnoxious.

four. what’s something you’ve been meaning to try, but haven’t gotten around to doing?

i’ve been meaning to watch ‘the craft’, but i haven’t yet.

five. what’s the earliest memory you have?

i remember going to a fair with my parents. i can’t recall all the details because i was very young, but it think it was my first taste of magic.

six. do you believe it’s okay to lie and under what circumstances?

i think you can do whatever you want as long as you can handle the consequences and it isn’t hurting anyone.

seven. describe yourself in one sentence.

i can do it in two words: witch bitch.

eight. what’s your star sign? (if applicable)

i’m a gemini-cancer cusp.

nine. night owl or early bird?

absolutely night owl.