𝐌 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐄

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ under the 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ— only the ｃｏｌｄ night air is 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒.

[hryujin-blog1]

hello, i have clawed out of my self-dug grave to give this (very late) heads-up thing.

i’ll be working on replies for both my muses soon; after my hiatus, though, i’d be busy with studying for a test and getting my visa application in order, so replies will still be slow, unfortunately. 😔

i’ll try my best to wade through my pending starters and replies as quickly as i can. i hope y’all had a great chinese new year!

- theia

[hrselene-blog]

like this post for a random text!

( i want to do some sms threads ahh )

[puritychalice]

[hrjunjae]

          ELATION CARVES ITSELF A CANVAS OF IVORY and rests itself as gentle fairy lights within an ocean of chocolate. the young boy is one heartbeat away from taking small leaps of excitement. the heels of his feet only remain anchored because the instructor is still speaking - but temptation whispers its devil’s song and even now his toes wiggle way in his shoes. soon. soon they will be able to move to their will, stretching and retracting to a beat.

          maybe the two of them were better off doing something neoteric but at times like this, it is the assuagement that comes with falling into patterns that brings them here. two dancers. of different things - it is only a commoners mistake to categorize dance as if it was just one simple thing when there were so many branches. too many branches which is what brings them into a workshop today to try something new once again. junjae thinks he could spend his entire life learning the perfections of each step in each genre if he so wished.

❝ – korean folk dance really does offer…quite a change in pace doesn’t it?❞  between the voice of their instructor, he leans over towards the girl he’s come to the venue with. whispering, junjae doesn’t want to be scolded only a few minutes in, but he’s curious what the other thinks of their class. ❝  – what do you think so far?❞    

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇɪɴs @hrselene

[hrselene-blog]

sena was the one to plant the idea of enrolling into this particular dance class during one of her hang-outs with junjae. although meant as a joke (after all, korean folk dance was seldom the first thing that came to mind when asked to list out dance genres), the young man had taken her words to heart, and sena was not one to leave her promises unfulfilled.

and so she lingered beside her cute dongsaeng as the male instructor—whom she found handsome enough to allow her gaze to linger on his strong form—continued his introductory discourse on the genre and its many types.

upon hearing her companion’s faint words, sena leaned in to share her thoughts.

“it reminds me of the school plays we had in grade school.” her musings were punctuated with a small, fond smile. she pulled long black curls over her shoulder, turning her attention back to the instructor lest they were caught conversing. “very elegant, precise movements. i wonder how i was able to handle buchaechum at ten years old.”

a tiny chortle escaped her lips, which she was quick to disguise as a short cough. ten year-old sena in a hanbok was quite the adorable sight—but eighteen year-old junjae in traditional clothing would be even more so.

[hrselene-blog]

the blues

☍  closed starter for @hrjunghee

even in the midst of a bustling sea of people, byun sena was undeniably sunken into her thoughts. although she was often hyper, there were times when she became numb to the world, as if something had sucked up all the color and she was left staring at its remains. and during those times, her mind wandered in that often perfunctory way, as she clasped her fingers and twiddled her thumbs and waited for her friend to arrive.

of course, he wasn’t any simple friend. sena had multiples of those, ranging from those she’s met since she was a timid and chubby-cheeked five year-old, to the various peers she’s gotten close with in her three short years in university, to recently-made ones from all over hwaryung. no, na junghee was different in a manner often difficult for her to describe; he was intense, he was vibrant, as if the world was his and his alone.

and sena loved it. she loved junghee for his bright hair and equally bright smile; her heart grew ever bigger when they are able to get away from their respective duties to spend much-needed quality time with each other.

and now, as junghee’s dyed locks appeared in her vision, sena immediately got to her feet. her world was all the brighter now, the greyscale hues replaced with intense color; saturation; junghee.

“hey you!” she exclaimed, almost barreling into him in her haste. she wrapped excited arms around his skinny figure, her cheeks beginning to hurt from the strain of smiling so widely.

“i missed you so much.” she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his perfume, before gingerly pulling away. “i know we only saw each other last week, but—ahhhhh!”

she threw her arms around his neck, giggling and jumping and positively crushing him with the force of her hug. “i saw you perform on tv! i swear i was screaming the whole time. my neighbor was all, um excuse me could you please be quiet—and seungwoo was so grumpy that day as well, but now—you’re here.”

she was aware that her words came out at a mile a minute, but sena’s excitement at seeing her best friend bubbled so intensely under her skin that calming down didn’t seem to be an option.

“i bought our bumblebee tickets already! now treat me to lunch, you overgrown teletubby.”

[hrhall]

LUNAR NEW YEAR STARTERS

Hello everyone, we are aware that the Lunar New Year actually falls on Tuesday, February 5th but as we have something planned for next week we will be moving it to this week. Enjoy! Feel free to change them into threads.

❝ i just felt a chill… grandpa/grandma is that you? ❞

❝ how many lucky envelopes did you get? ❞

❝ no! don’t sweep before the new years! ❞

❝ wait… what were the greetings again? ❞

❝ you know if you do that now you’re going to be doing that all year, right? ❞

❝ oh no, bad luck at the beginning of the new year? that’s rough. ❞

❝ how many incense sticks did you burn in here?! ❞

❝ happy new years! where’s my lucky envelope? ❞

❝ so is this the holiday where they have rice cakes? ❞

❝ i can’t wait for all the food ❞

❝ wow! the food looks so good! ❞

❝ are you sure your family’s going to be okay with me tagging along? ❞

❝ my relatives asked when i was getting married, again. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know my cousin was married. ❞

❝ save me, my mom’s friend is bringing their son/daughter over on new years. ❞

❝ i don’t think my hanbok/cheongsam/kimono from last year is going to fit. ❞

❝ are you going to the new years festival? ❞

❝ be my date so my family doesn’t talk? ❞

❝ i don’t think your family likes me very much. ❞

❝ wow, that’s a frightening amount of red. ❞  (only use from a korean to nonkorean as red is only used by the other parts of asia)

❝ i’m just here for the food. ❞

❝ i’m just here for the money. ❞

❝ i’m just here for the gossip. ❞

❝ technically you’re not supposed to spend your lucky money… ❞

❝ let’s go see the lion dance! ❞

❝ i wish i was in a lion dance troop. ❞

❝ help! I’m being chased by a lion! ❞

❝ i dare you to go chase the lion. ❞

❝ is it just me or does the lion look kind of scary. ❞

❝ ____  told me to get you a gift basket. ❞

❝ hey, thanks for the gift basket. ❞

❝ just came by to drop off a gift basket. ❞

❝ sorry, can’t go out today, we’re prepping for new years early this year. ❞

❝ i bet you can’t beat me at yut-nori. ❞

❝ can we not play yut-nori this year? i always lose. ❞

❝ i helped my mom make the desserts this year. ❞

❝ bet i’ll beat you in a game of jeigi/jianzi/kebane! ❞

[hrselene-blog]

❝ i don’t feel safe here. ❞

“then why did you work at the velvet room, of all places?” selene hissed out, venom dripping from her tone as she drummed long red nails on the sticky surface of the table adjacent to her. the dulcet meeting being held in the club tonight had gone south, and quickly; what little information selene could garner from her vantage point backstage had all but dissolved from her tumultuous thoughts as her manager yanked her by the arm and locked her into one of the private booths. for your safety, he had crowed, and had he handled her so roughly any other night selene would have thrown a swift punch to his nose.

but this was not like any other night. instead of heart-pounding music bleeding through the cracks in the soundproofed walls, she heard nothing but loud yells and shattering glass. instead of pouring out her emotions on the stage, she was left to ruminate in them in this tiny room.

and of course, as if the universe had conspired to make this specific friday the worst day of her year, she was stuck with dorian, of all people.

selene sighed, gently pulling her long curls up into a bun. the silence was perhaps needlessly heavy; she could already feel guilt pooling in her gut from the harsh words she had uttered.

but she couldn’t help it. selene wasn’t an attention-seeker by any means, despite what her occupation might imply, yet dorian’s continuous dismissals of her existence had procedurally grated on her nerves since the day they first met. it wasn’t entirely her fault that she snapped in perhaps the worst moment, whilst some gang members drank too much soju and decided to release their anger through a fistfight like the brute animals they were.

after a long pause, in which selene debated her options, a soft apology finally left parted red lips.

“i’m sorry.” she turned to face the man at the other end of the booth, who probably had less than half of her bmi. “i’ll treat you to something nice once we get out of here, if you’re up for it.”

[hrselene-blog]

bear necessities

☍ + closed starter for @hrxseungwoo

sena never dealt well with loneliness. having grown up in a household of five with two rowdy younger brothers meant days were spent in near-chaos, as she attempted to push down the annoyance that continually bubbled under the surface of her skin.

their house in ganggukdong was quaint, yet large. the space was so often filled with noise that sena’s silent, cramped apartment in soryungdong was almost suffocating in comparison. this led to her bi-weekly trips to seungwoo’s apartment next door, where she would then proceed to bother the younger man until she gets bored and falls asleep on his couch. although her neighbor might not be too happy about her constant intrusions, it surely helped her feel less alone.

of course, she had stolen a spare key for that one purpose. with some tupperwares tucked under one arm and her princess bubblegum pillow under the other, sena managed to unlock seungwoo’s door with some degree of difficulty. as it creaked open, she was met with the sight of a flat that had a similar layout to her own, but was definitively messier in comparison.

“seungwoo-ya!” sena called out, despite already having a hunch as to where her friend was; clacking noises could be heard, albeit rather faintly, through the thin wall that separated seungwoo’s filming room from the hallway.

sena nudged the door shut behind her as she began to form a plan in her mind. she would reheat her chicken lo mein noodles from this afternoon, and make some kimchi soup to go along with it. afterwards, she would burst into seungwoo’s filming room, effectively interrupting his stream, and shove actual good food down his throat. solid plan, 10/10.

with that in mind, sena made her way over to the kitchen. disdain tainted her features with a slight curl of her upper lip as she surveyed the mess of plastic bags and cheap cartons, all presumably bought from the familymart across the street. she made a tutting noise as she set her tupperwares on the counter, and threw her pb pillow onto the relatively empty couch.

she made quick work of the kimchi-jjigae, having brought over her own ingredients (as sena didn’t want to risk the disappointment of looking through seungwoo’s refrigerator). after reheating the noodles, she transferred the food into separate bowls and plates and placed them on the table.

soon, sena was barging into her neighbor’s aforementioned filming room. she was correct in assuming that he was doing a livestream, and that he had probably eaten nothing but trashy food all day; what she didn’t expect, however, was the sight of seungwoo in teddy bear pajamas, which prompted sena to squeal in delight and whip out her phone for a quick photo. with flash, of course, for full effect.

“i’m so sending this to yujin!” another pearl of laughter escaped from her lips, as she quickly backed away before seungwoo could snatch her phone. “come on now, you disgusting shut-in. end that stream and eat with me!”

[hrselene-blog]

❝ it’s not real. it’s not real! ❞

upon hearing junjae’s panicked voice, sena immediately sprang up from her seat in the kitchen and ambled over to her guest. the teen had insisted on stopping by her apartment after their baking class, and of course—as was always the case with junjae, it seemed—sena had a hard time saying no to him.

“junnie…”

her throat clogged with worry as she surveyed the situation. junjae had fallen asleep on her sofa bed some few hours ago, hugging her princess bubblegum pillow tight to his chest. sena had only begun preparing dinner for the two of them when he awoke, yelling out such frightened words as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

of course, this worried her to no end. it pulled on her heartstrings enough to elicit a small frown, but she was quick to dismiss her own feelings as she focused all her energy into reassuring her dongsaeng. she sidled up to the younger man, wondering just how awake he was now. having not received any resistance, sena slowly pulled junjae into her arms.

“shh, junnie, it’s okay now.” she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head as she began to rock them back and forth. “you’re right, it’s not real. it was just a dream, okay? noona will keep you safe.”

[vynncent]

[hrselene-blog]

❝ i heard breathing under my bed. ❞

“really?” sena blinked owlishly, her eyes as wide as saucers. seungwoo had barged into her apartment at two in the morning, for no other apparent reason than hearing breathing under his bed.

sena was well aware of seungwoo’s occasional sleeping problems. perhaps he had been too delirious tonight from having only napped for a few hours in between streams (which sena most definitely scolded him for), and mistook the howling winter wind for rugged breaths.

still, regardless of her general disbelief, sena began to wrap her arms around the younger man and proceeded to whisper soothing words into his ear.

“it’ll be okay, i promise. maybe it was just sunny!” she attempted to joke, a tiny smile gracing her lips. “whatever it is, just stay over tonight, hm?”

sena began to stroke seungwoo’s hair, careful not to let her long nails graze his scalp and possibly hurt him.

“we can watch some movies and eat my new batch of gingersnaps. and then, you can sleep in my bed, because we both know that nothing scary could fit under there.” she giggles softly at her own words; of course nothing would fit there, since it was filled with boxes of clothing and shoes.

[hrselene-blog]

❝ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?! ❞

who ever thought it was a good idea to enter the haunted house attraction minutes before the amusement park closed?

byun sena was the answer to that ludicrous question. she was on a mission to make this night the best it could possibly be, after holing up in her apartment for the past few days due to a snowstorm. she had roped daehyun into going to the amusement park with her, knowing that the younger man would make for a great distraction for sena to utilize as she ran away. as horrible as that sounds, sena would actually do it if daehyun didn’t stop cursing so damn much—

“STOP IT!” sena whined, slapping the male on the arm. she was already frightened enough as it is, and his profane words certainly didn’t help matters. “i swear, daeh—AHHH!”

a high-pitched scream tore from her throat as a ghoul appeared in front of them, blood-encrusted arms outstretched and ready to grab them. sena reflexively shoved daehyun in front of her, before bolting towards the other direction.

[mmmgoals]

[leesunnies]

night out - [ b & s ]

[hrselene-blog]

hrbraydon

night out - [ b & s ]

       after he finished typing his texts he threw his phone on the bed and headed to his closet, hunting for something to wear. he settled on an old nirvana shirt with a flannel and ripped jeans. he knew he’d regret something not warmer for the cold night, but he needed to be able to dance with selene, so comfy was best. he quickly changed and began working on his hair, waiting on the response, hoping she was down to go out.

sena’s love for partying formed upon entering college. prior to that, she had always been a little too shy, opting to surround herself with a select group of peers. dancing was when she shone brightest, whether on the stage or in a crowded dance floor. during the two-hundred seconds of a song, she was reborn into a different person, as if a new soul had taken possession of her body.

when it was over, of course, she reverted to her normal self (not that being average was bad; sena was still sena, after all, regardless of her natural timidity). throughout much of her adult years, sena had wished to prolong that exhilaration that came with letting herself go on the dance floor. the answer came in the form of a freshman college party at a local bar, and the rest was history.

nowadays, sena had gotten used to donning red lipstick and tight clothes and transforming into selene, the goddess of the moon. on one such night, as she was getting ready to spend the night clubbing, her phone screen lit up with texts from a certain blond dongsaeng.

she immediately typed out a reply, her long red nails making clacking noises as they made contact with the screen.

imessage to braybray✨: oooh you just read my mind!! i’ll see you at our usual ❤️

imessage to braybray✨: we’re gonna dance the night away~~

maroon tinted lips curve up into smile, and soon sena selene was zipping up her black thigh-high boots and making her way out the door.

one short taxi ride later, and she was in the bustling streets of simsaengdong. she approached the nightclub she and braydon often frequented, mildly shivering from the cold. maybe it was a bad idea to wear such thin clothes, despite having a thick winter coat over it. still, she ducked into the entrance and shrugged off her coat. she squinted through the pulsing lights for braydon’s head of bleached hair; upon spotting him, she eagerly waved the younger man over.

“bray!” she called out, her voice figuratively swallowed by the sound of booming music all around them. “come on, let’s get this party started!”

selene placed her hands on his shoulders, long black claws digging into the fabric of his flannel as she guided him through the throng of people towards the bar.

“drinks, then we dance.” selene flashed her companion a smile as she seated herself on one of the barstools. now that she had her partner-in-crime with her, she was ever more confident that this night was going to be a good one.

[hrselene-blog]

blind date

[hrselene-blog]

hrxkimtheodore

“I’m lost,” Theodore said suddenly, maybe way too dramatic for the current situation. “Can you give me directions to your heart?” 

sena still remembered her first ever encounter with theodore.

she had just gotten home from her shift at the bookstore, her long black locks pulled up into a haphazard bun. she had woken up that morning with a headache and eight missed calls from her manager, prompting her to move as quickly as she could to get to 39books and face her senior’s wrath.

of course, it meant that she was not in her best physical condition to meet her new neighbor. she had paused on the fourth floor landing, her right hand clutching the banister as she peered up the staircase. only to make eye contact with theodore, who sena’s brain immediately dubbed as that handsome man in 5507.

he was lugging cardboard boxes and beat-up suitcases up the stairs, since the movers had seemingly made a mistake and left them all on the fourth floor instead of the fifth. although her face burned with utter abashment, she managed to stutter out a few words: “uh—hi! do you need help?”

she had half a mind to help him regardless of his answer; it was basic courtesy, after all, and sena had already made a rather terrible first impression by greeting him in her wrinkly work clothes and decidedly non made-up face. once all the items were by his door, sena immediately said her goodbyes and almost tripped in her haste to get to her apartment.

later that day, sena gave theodore some of her homemade side dishes, before barging into seungwoo’s apartment and proceeding to bother him in the middle of a stream for no apparent reason.

they occasionally spotted each other in the hallways after that. sena would always greet him with a smile, and maybe exchange a few words, before they proceeded to their respective destinations. it didn’t help that she was naturally timid, often taking a while to warm up to strangers; and theodore, on the other hand, was often the epitome of awkwardness. as a result, conversations between them were sparse, and had little to no depth, often simply filled with greetings and passing comments.

sena fiddled with her bracelet as she waited for theo to reply. oh, the conversation was sparse, alright.

upon hearing his answer, sena moved to lightly grab his wrist. “aigo.” she made a tutting noise before letting go. “don’t mess up your hair!”

sena was very much tempted to make theo look off to the side, and survey the damage done. but he was not one of her dongsaengs, who she could freely touch with little to no malice; no, theodore was her date for the night, and the thought made sena want to bury her face in her pillow and scream her lungs out. but mostly, she wanted to thank the stars above for giving her an opportunity to get to know him better, and so she will take care to not waste it.

after a brief pause that made sena grow increasingly uncomfortable, theo spoke again:

"i'm lost. can you give me directions to your heart?"

“w—what?” sena’s melodious laughter followed suit. “that’s adorable."

i never knew you could be so cute, was said in the privacy of her thoughts, as she clapped her hands in glee. although she was trying quite hard not to laugh at theo’s expense, soft giggles continued to bubble from her throat; it was such a rare thing to hear him say words so definitively out-of-character that sena simply couldn’t help herself.

“oh theo.” she brushed nonexistent tears from her eyes. despite the brief moment of silence earlier, sena had become certain that this date wasn’t going to be disastrous after all. “at this rate, you wouldn’t need directions at all.”

sena then reached for one of the menus on the other end of the table, flipping it open before she scanned through all of the offered food items. “what would you like, hm?” she tapped a finger to her lips as she mused; pancakes were always her go-to order, but she might opt for the hash browns tonight. “the milkshakes here are really good. though, my famous blueberry cheesecake milkshake probably tastes much better, if i do say so myself.”

[hrhall]

HORROR MOVIE STARTERS

Once again, we encourage everyone to change these into threads if they can!

❝ we should split up. ❞

❝ it was probably just the wind. ❞

❝ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination. ❞

❝ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real. ❞

❝ did you see that? i think i saw something move… ❞

❝ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out. ❞

❝ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look. ❞

❝ ‘i feel safe here. ❞

❝ i don’t feel safe here. ❞

❝ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us. ❞

❝ hello? is somebody there? ❞

❝ there’s no signal on my phone. you? ❞

❝ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery. ❞

❝ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now? ❞

❝ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞

❝ RUN! ❞

❝ you’re scaring me. ❞

❝ if this is a joke, it’s not funny. ❞

❝ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore. ❞

❝ it’s not real. it’s not real! ❞

❝ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare. ❞

❝ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought. ❞

❝ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks. ❞

❝ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it. ❞

❝ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream. ❞

❝ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?! ❞

❝ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me. ❞

❝ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had. ❞

❝ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads. ❞

❝ but… you were in the other room just now… ❞

❝ i heard breathing under my bed. ❞

❝ what do you mean you didn’t scream? then who did? ❞

❝ there’s something in my closet. ❞

❝ if the electricity is off… then why are the lights flickering? ❞

❝ shh! there it is again. can’t you hear it? ❞

❝ i knew i hated clowns! ❞

[moanbyul-yi]

hwasa in wind flower