- ; hellloooo! wat do u call a dog stuck inside a pumpkin? … a pupkin. /bricked ok anywho–
hi everyone! it’s ur local eevee or eeb. i’m back, casually recycling my old intro post with this resident porcupine. he’s 5 foot 5 inches of pure rage. and sass. he is just a boi from a pureblood family that got sorted into hufflepuff ( bc surprise, his insides are v sof ). please do
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ALSO he does have a valid plot page heeeere - lmk if anything catches ur eye!
info under the cut!
☆ﾟ*・ﾟ HEY! did LEE JIHOON just fall off HIS broomstick?! oh wait, never mind. it’s just XANDER SEO… to think i nearly broke a sweat over a 19 year old SEVENTH year PUREBLOOD HUFFLEPUFF. i hear the CISMALE is quite LOYAL and CARING, but also PRICKLY and SHORT-TEMPERED. well, i hope their broom doesn’t throw them off the second time.
ever since being sorted into hufflepuff, xander has not received a single letter from home. he is content with this, and would like to keep it this way.
he’s pretty conflicted– he’d expected to be lumped into slytherin like the rest of his family and hated and he was prepared for it– but instead he’s been thrown into hufflepuff which leaves him a bit more vulnerable because he hardly even has the backing of his own house.
is a loner. with a resting bitch face.
contrary to popular belief, he will not bite if you try and talk to him but he usually isn’t super responsive
he has. maybe. 1 friend.
has had too much of constants and monotony in his life and he hates them– so he has pretty much a new hair color every two to three weeks. his go-to is blonde or black.
if you mention his height he will stab you
if you mention his family he will stab you
if you [ insert scenario here ]… just assume… he will stab you
his bed is filled with plushies because really he has squishy marshmallow insides but if anyone brings up his love of cute things in any way that may seem malicious or demeaning…. u prbly already kno.
his favorite subjects are herbology and charms, and he spends more time with the plants than he does with people
you will see him make the most expressions when he is playing quidditch.
yong grins, leaning over in his chair in the middle of a rather boring lecture and exercise about potions ( jaeyong says he wants to get into ‘real’ magic ) to rest his head on xander’s cheek, sitting next to him. he’s awfully cuddly and clingy for a man twice the size of the other boy. “psst. d’ya think we could sneak out of class? or d’ya think we’d get caught?” he asks, whispering from where he’s nuzzled right into xander’s shoulder. “thinking about it now… i don’t know if i’d be able to find an excuse to leave. i’ve already been to the bathroom twice just to get away from our professors voice…”
“maybe we can just get our potion to explode, would that give us an excuse to leave?”
xander nearly jumps two feet out of his seat at the hair suddenly tickling his skin, and he wrinkles his nose in disapproval, shaking his head a bit as if trying to knock the strands away-- “pay attention,” he complains, shooting the taller male a glare from the corner of his vision. he, however, makes no move to detach the other male from him. he purses his lips, hand still moving diligently across his notebook, pausing at the question and finally turning his head to fix a blank stare on the gryffindor. “we’re already doing bad in this class,” xander frowns -- by we, he, of course, meant himself. but, we, gives him the slightest bit of satisfaction.
“i don’t think that would a problem, really,” he mutters, looking at their concoction which has turned a dark, disturbing green with the consistency of tar-- a suspicious gas released with each, slow, languid bubble that pops to the surface. “you know what-- just this once. one time, i’ll agree with you,” he mutters. “i think it’s about two seconds from exploding anyway--”
this party is in full swing, at least he thinks so. caleb has lost focus on the whole of the party after his friends challenged him to a drink off–aka getting caleb to chug as much firewhisky as they could before the guy nearly throws up. after years of living in the gryffindor dorm and taking part in the smuggled in drinks ( out of the careful watch of his brother ) the 7th year has developed a nice tolerance and could handle his drink well enough. but he also has a weak stomach and too much at once made him feel sick.
but drunk caleb is apparently hilarious for the rest of his year mates and there’s nothing more that a bunch of rowdy gryffindor boys like than to get even more messed up. caleb included in that mess.
so he took the challenge without a single second consideration. he never heeds connors rules anyway, and he had already had a drink before hand so a few more couldn’t hurt. those few more became the chugging contest and honestly. there was no going back the minute one of the guys was like we dare you. because caleb is very much an impulsive gryffindor. and thats how he found himself stumbling through the crowd of people towards a familar line of thoughts. a drunken smile resting on his face, almost seeming dreamy.
how many people can say they’ve seen a drunk link before?
“xander, i found you~” caleb slurred as he all but dropped onto the older, arms coming around xanders neck as he leans against him, barely able to keep himself standing on his shaky legs. it felt like he was trying to stand on a jello ground. heh… jello.
there is a small ball of dark aura in the corner, anger radiating off of him almost as if steaming, and the other partygoers seem to steer clear, making sure to leave as much distance as possible even though the threatening air couldn’t neccessarily be seen-- it was certainly palpable.
and said small ball of dark aura is currently leaning against the side of a table, arms crossed tightly over his chest, mouth seemingly permanently fixed into an angry scowl. he’s ready to leave-- but he had misgivings about the entire event. an odd premonition, if you will, and despite all of his nonchalance, he wasn’t quite ready to leave his friends behind, lest something actually does happen. so here he is, murdering everyone with just a glare of his dark sclera and white irises.
xander stiffens as arms wrap around his shoulders, head snapping to the side at an alarming speed, mouth open and threats ready to fly (even scarier, what with his truth serum-induced lack of filter)--
but they all die on his tongue when he notices who it is, lips forming a small pout and his breath released in a resigned sigh instead. “caleb,” he says, tone annoyed-- but not menacing. “can you not stand on your own? how much have you had to fuckin’ drink i swear to god--”
ALRIGHT SO BEFORE BED GUESS WHAT I DID, did i actually write up some relationships/plots why yes, yes i did, pls check them out ( HERE ) ! pls don’t be shy, if anything catches your eye whatsoever, shoot me a msg!
below the cut, i have some event themed prompts! pls feel free to ask for one, thank you! ♡
ALRIGHT SO BEFORE BED GUESS WHAT I DID, did i actually write up some relationships/plots why yes, yes i did, pls check them out ( HERE ) ! pls don’t be shy, if anything catches your eye whatsoever, shoot me a msg!
below the cut, i have some event themed prompts! pls feel free to ask for one, thank you! ♡
❛❛ oops!! a bit late aren’t you? i think the firewhiskey in the BLACK goblet seems a little spoiled, doesn’t it?? looks like the mild TRUTH SERUM has ripened into something else entirely, seems like it’s IMPOSSIBLE TO FILTER YOUR THOUGHTS entirely now. better keep that mouth shut for the rest of the night if you don’t want to doom yourself!! poor thing. --
you are seriously unlucky-- you happened to stumble upon xander in the height of his misery during the peak of the festivities-- after he’s taken the spoiled truth serum. ( maybe you’ve taken the euphoric giggle water and are annoying the fuck out of him with your joyfulness ) and suddenly oh no you’re crying and he may come across as an asshole - and normally he would play it off and leave the scene, but his cursed truthfulness has his remorse spilling out of him right there in the open and he’s really openly apologizing to you right now bc shit he feels bad-- ( 0/1 )
he’s seen you around once or twice, just an appreciative glance here or there but he isn’t nearly dedicated enough or willing to take the time out of his day to talk to or get to know you because one, it would ruin his solid, scary reputation and two, he just doesn’t think it’s worth it. but suddenly you’re standing next to each other and you’re even better looking close-up and did he rly just fckin say that out loud somebody fuckin end him right now he’ll even say please and thank you. ( 0 /1 )
u also had the misfortune of drinking the firewhiskey and now he knows some blurted secrets about you or some of your other peers. contrary to popular belief-- he doesn’t do asshole-ish things for the sake of being an asshole but you definitely don’t know that. ( 0/? )
xander is on his way to being well past tipsy. and shit here he is spilling out his life’s story if you wouldn’t go around telling everyone that would be great-- but he’s not even in the right mind to be threatening. ( 0 /1 )
i would love more plots for the event so even if none of these catch your eye pls still roll my way!! ♡
˟ you 𝐬𝐞𝐞 me, i’m okay
we ain’t got 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 today
◞ @rvbatcsis ∘
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∙ it’s partly routine by now and mone comes prepared, as always, with her pretty little art pens in hand – even at such a place with it’s weird lighting and oddly frightening and borderline psychopathic decorations – mone does what she does best: whether or not that includes annoying xander is up for discussion, but she does it anyways. her hands hold his forearm steady as she draws pretty little intricate spiderwebs across it in black ink,
❛ hold still, elfie, or else it’s going to smudge. ❜
- ; ˟ xander swears that he can hear her coming from a mile away. or, more accurately, from a few moments away like ‘ mone is going to show up in six point five minutes. ’ usually, he prides himself on being quite accurate. he’s not sure when this sense developed-- but he supposes it’s useful, somehow. for instance, it’s like a mental warning system. and mone is right on the dot today as well, and xander just blinks at her slowly, languidly-- but at least there’s no frown today. and he sits very still as to not interrupt her work ( surprisingly ), his free hand holding his phone up to his face so he can keep himself entertained. he is a restless person however-- so he continuously shifts.
he tenses up entirely, nose twitching and eyes flashing dangerously as his eyes dart away from the screen and fix on her challengingly. “ call me that again... i swear to god, mone. ”
- ; ˟ the rustle of wings fills the air as xander sits in the corner of the owlery, a mess of hay surrounding him and a notebook in his lap. he stares blankly at the sheet of parchment splayed out against the hardcover binding, lips tugged into a small frown. with a sigh, he folds up the paper and shoves it into two random pages of his notebook and stands up, brushing the hay off of his pants and robes as owls flit around and zoom past his head.
nothing. again. he received nothing.
it was a week away from the summer vacation, and it’s another year of xander having to find somewhere-- anywhere-- to go until the term starts back up in the autumn. he supposes that’s the one downside of being ostracized by his less-than-pleasant family. he’s trudging back to the hufflepuff common rooms when he’s stopped, a shadow blocking the light filtering through the pillars of the outside hallway. his permanent scowl makes itself apparent as his head snaps up, ready to bite this person’s head off-- but at the familiar face, he just blinks, angry glare dissipating marginally.
- ; ˟ it is safe to say that xander is downright p i s s e d. he’s spent the better half of the night with his lips pressed tightly together-- ever since he made the stupid mistake of drinking the firewhiskey because sue him-- the deep black looked pretty so he went for it. and now he’s sulking in the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest and glaring daggers at anyone who tries to approach him or scurry past him with the unnerving dark sclera of the contacts he decided to use for his costume. his scowl lightens a fraction, however, as a familiar figure approaches. and no matter how short or how sarcastic he’d been-- his fellow hufflepuff stuck by him and though he hates to admit it-- it was nice having a herbology partner.
oops!! a bit late aren’t you? i think the firewhiskey in the BLACK goblet seems a little spoiled, doesn’t it?? looks like the mild TRUTH SERUM has ripened into something else entirely, seems like it’s IMPOSSIBLE TO FILTER YOUR THOUGHTS entirely now. better keep that mouth shut for the rest of the night if you don’t want to doom yourself!! poor thing.
XX. ━━ he’s been waiting for a chance like this for almost nine years. and if some “ 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ” is going to be the reason for getting his ass out of hogwarts, he thinks that maybe he should be thanking whoever the fuck wrote it. no, connor isn’t scared - he’s happy. it’s not like he wanted this so - called gift; he would have much rather been a muggle than have to deal with visions dancing behind his eyes when he’d much rather be asleep. he’d much rather curse maths than curse having to learn ridiculous potions.
none of this is what he wanted, so he’s packing his bags. there’s no one in hogwarts who has probably ever seen him this happy.
“ hey, you wanna help me pack my trunk? i’m out of here. ” and who gives a shit that xander’s not a gryffindor at this point. he’s basically his brother by now, considering outside of the school year, he lives with him. he can hardly contain the happiness in his voice. yes, it’s about time that he got this chance.
he’s going to seize it.
━━ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, @rvbatcsis 𝘅𝘅.
- ; ˟ if xander is known to be intimidating on a normal basis, when is seething, he is downright t e r r i f y i n g. it shows in the way several gryffindor kids jump out of his way the moment he barges into the common room unannounced, trailing behind an unsuspecting first year who practically leaps ten feet into the air as he storms past. and he’s been in this wing of the castle enough-- is known by enough of the boys that they flatten against the walls of the stairwell as he stomps his way up to the men’s chambers.
and xander falters, almost feels marginally bad especially with how happy connor looks and sounds. he can practically feel radiance bouncing off of the other male. but on the contrary-- that just strengthens his resolve and fires him up even more. he stands stoicly, jaw set and eyes narrowed as he watches his long time friend, someone he can truly call his friend, stuffing all of his belongings into his bags. the room quickly clears out as xander inhales sharply and climbs onto connor’s bed. he stands so that he’s at least about eye level, if not a little taller than the other male now-- demanding the other’s attention as he stares at him evenly. he then proceeds to raise his arm...
and bring his hand down to smack the older boy atop his head-- not too hard but none too gentle, either.
“are you fucking kidding me-- what the hell are you doin? you big idiot!-- hurry up and unpack.”
❖ — boo didn’t feel very good. she wasn’t sure what it was at first, but she realized she was having an allergic reaction. they happened often when she was little and her parents had no clue how to treat it or what was causing it as it was more severe than usual for her than it was for most muggles. peanuts. it’s the one thing that’ll do the trick for her. one peanut and she was done for. it hasn’t happened since she arrived at hogwarts all those years ago—until now when she’d eaten the muffin that she nabbed from the great hall on her way class without paying attention. she was lucky that she still thought to keep her epipen on her person at all times. the problem was that she had waited it out. she had waited until she could ask to leave class and was now in a near-empty corridor. her initial thought was that she could make it to the bathroom without making a scene, but it didn’t seem like an option as she tripped over her own feet and fell to her knees. she tried to fumble to take her pen from the depths of her bag, but her fingers were shaking and dropped it the second it was retrieved. it rolled across the floor until it stopped by someones shoe, but her throat was closing already and all she could muster out was, “help.”
- ; ˟ it’s particularly quiet. and somehow... xander doesn’t really like the quiet unless he’s hidden in the depths of the bedroom and none of the other guys are around to annoy him. that’s when he enjoys the peace and quiet. on a daily basis however-- he’s just used to the hubbub of students or the sounds of wildlife out on the grounds. it’s eerie when it’s silent inside. but it’s also kind of peaceful-- he guesses. he walks the corridors, silent save for the odd phrase or soft murmur escaping from classroom doors and drifting from other halls. the silence is shattered, however-- when the other student quite literally falls to her knees. he regards her with his usual blank stare, face expressionless as the sound of the epipen clattering to the ground and bumping into the edge of his shoe sounds out like a gunshot. he blinks at it... then blinks at her before he springs into action.
he picks it up and in one smooth motion, swiftly uncaps it and jabs it into her leg-- his heartbeat picking up as he breathes in and out slowly, eyes wide. “...holy shit,” he laughs disbelievingly as he drops backwards, falling into a crouch right next to her. “fuckin’ hell--” thank god for muggle dramas or hell if xander would’ve known what he was supposed to do with that weird pen-shaped thing. “are you okay?”
Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing.
