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ik ji has potential to look like manly Man but you guys can totally see the confusion between if he’s a guy or girl to most right. because like 50% of the time he has the appearance of the first two and sometimes and 50% he looks more like a boy but you’ll second guess yourself

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DID YOU THINK I FUCKING FORGOT THIS

they’re going to have a magical siberian tiger as a pet and there’s nothing that you guys can do about it

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continuation

Taemin nearly stumbled from how hard Jikan yanked him away from the door towards where Remy was sitting.

Min turned around to look down at Ji, and he was ready to just quickly reassure him that he knew what he was doing, but Jikan had looked so much worse than when he was when the noises started.

Jikan was mortified to where his normally warm skin had chalked, and his eyes remained wide and unblinking. His lip twitched before he inaudibly mumbled under his breath.

"Jikan?" Remy stood up from his seat, taking a hesitant step towards him. "Taemin, is she human?" He asked, looking for a quick bit of reassurance.

Taemin looked at the door, and Julep seemingly didn't make much progress other than weakening the wood after more than a dozen dull thuds. He knew that if it weren't someone that wasn't human, this door wouldn't have been an obstacle.

"She's got to be." Taemin nodded. Remy felt a little bit of relief lift him, but would a human really do that?

Taemin had walked over to the kitchen, taking a glass to fill it up with some water. Jikan had been dragged along for a moment, but he had let go of his sleeve once he realized how close to the door they got. Remy kept up behind Ji, just in case anything off happened.

"He looks like he's about to keel over." Remy mumbled as Taemin came back with the glass. He handed Ji the glass, and he was at least responsive enough to take it and slowly drink.

"I don't think he's been drinking much ever since he's felt so unsettled. Hasn't been eating much either, more like a bare minimum."

"You must.. really keep good track of stuff." Remy raised his eyebrows, giving a little shrug.

Taemin nodded, and he was about to respond, but he closed his mouth as he raised an eyebrow. It was completely silent.

The lights above them began flickering, and Jikan dropped the glass in his hand. An ear splitting shatter went through the room.

"Taemin, please-" Jikan pleaded, his voice trembling. He began backing away, accidentally running into Remy. Taemin lifted a finger, listening closely. He felt that she was still there, but the unnerving silence made him second guess himself on that. He expected at least some heavy breathing from her, she's been pounding at the door for ages now. It was all mixed messages, but he knew that something wasn't right.

Remy looked up at the wavering lights, and over at the light switch. He patted his pockets to find that they were empty, hissing a swear under his breath. He could've used the flashlight on his phone, but it was charging on the top bunk in his room. He turned to look at the bedroom door and back to the front door, debating making a dash to get it. The atmosphere was heavy, he couldn't just leave right now.

Taemin took a single step back. Then another.

It took a single forceful blow for the door to go down , and they were left in pitch black. Jikan shrieked, moving to the side. From sheer panic, his hands combusted with bright flames for brief moments.

Taemin stumbled, but regained his balance to turn to where he thought the others were. He saw where Jikan was, but he had no clue where Remy was at.

"Remy? Remy, where'd you go?" He raised his voice, listening closely for any noise.

"Are you at the door Taemin? Hit the lights right there!" Remy shouted at the back of the room. The lights in the cooridor were out as well, it must've been a total blackout.

"No! It won't work!" Tae responded. "Where's-"

Min felt cold hands snatch him from behind, then a searing pain going across his arm. Taemin shouted and held at his arm, feeling blood start to soak the fabric of his sleeve. Ruthlessly he was shoved forward, taking a blow to the head  along with falling right onto the glass shards. He let out a choked cry before blacking out.

Remy instantly felt a chill of fear push him to the light switch. He burst into a frenzied run to where he last remembered the switch, and ran his side straight into the corner of the counter. From the adrenaline he got, he couldn't even feel the need to hunch over. Frantically dragging both of his hands against the wall, he found the switch and repeatedly switched it on and off.

"Oh my fucking god, open!" He banged at the wall, still trying to flick the lights on. There were a few loud strongs of struggle from Jikan tha began fading away, then a thud on the ground.

Right after that, the light came right back on.

Remy heaved a breath, holding onto his hip. He was just now starting to feel those sharp, strong bursts of pain, and he crumbled down to his knees. Weakly, he turned around and laid himself down, keeping his head down.

Julep was nowhere to be seen.

Min was awake, and pushed himself up from the ground, wincing throughout. One side of his face still had some pieces of glass stuck in his skin, along scratches and some blood trickling down from his forehead. Taemin still tightly held at his bleeding arm. His vision was blurring and his head was fuzzy, but he noticed that Jikan was on the ground as well.

Once it came into focus, he slapped his hand over his mouth to supress a scream.

Jikan was laying still on the ground, a gruesome gash on the side of his lower neck. His eyes were halfway open, and ink black blood pooled below him, mixing into his hair and staining his shirt.  

"Remy, get me a towel!" Taemin yelled, taking out his phone and dialing a number. Remy lifted his head, eyes wide. He looked over to notice that Jikan was bleeding out from the throat, and didn't even think before trying to run to get one. He almost got up, but fell flat on the ground, groaning.

"Can't walk, I'm sorry." He sighed, his voice strained from discomfort. "You're not calling 911 are you? We can't do th-"

"I'm calling Ona, she knows what to do." Taemin cut him off. He took off his sweater and folded it up as a makeshift towel, trying to ease the bleeding. Holding the sweater with one hand, he held his phone to his head with the other. He wasn't even caring about how his arm was cut, despite being in tears now, he had to keep it together.

"Ona?" Remy asked. "It's his mother."

The phone rang for a moment, then thankfully Ona picked up.

"Ona, it happened. Jikan's throat got cut."

He nodded a few times with 'mhm's and 'alright's, sometimes struggling to blink back some tears before adding on, "Remy probably hit something and can't walk, I got a cut on the arm and got pushed into broken glass."

Taemin hung up, lowering his head with a sigh.

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an example of how jikan probably laughs

ah my sweet sweet extra little boy.

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So, from that excerpt I gently hinted at Jikan's mom. Her name's Ona. he's pretty much alive and well, seeing that she's a pureblood. She's someone who looks like their ages (20-23) but she's up in her late 40s, it'd slightly freak out anyone who she tells it to.

It's true that she's an old and generous soul, but at the same time, really laid back for a mom. You can tell that a lot of Jikan's personality came from her, for example, she can be pretty cheeky.

Thanks to the long hair, they look pretty similar, it's just the height, body type, and hair length. Ona's about 5'11, is actually very slender, and has hair down to the knees. Jikan's reaches his tailbone, and is pretty much shorter than his mother.

She's much like that sweet grandmother figure, she's good to go to for advice and has some great cooking.

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taemin's hidden journal

aftermath

xx-xx-xxxx

Ah, sometimes I actually hate being the calm one out of everyone here. Seemingly levelheaded even when I'm seeing blood splatter all over the floor, even though I actually want to fucking scream until my throat bleeds. I don't know, do you think I'm used to seeing people bleeding out right in front of me?

Do you think that I know what to do for every single motherfucking situation I come across, I don't stress about not knowing, do you think that I'm so happy but I'm completely fucking void of the emotions that a person is supposed to feel, void of rage because nobody has ever seen me raise my voice above a presentational tone?

I don't even know how to let that out without scaring everyone away because of it. That just renders that as my worst nightmare. I can't Jikan or Remy go because we're all being targeted, and I might as well be good off as dead if they're gone. At least we all depend on each other, I don't think that they can really fend for themselves. Maybe Jikan could, for a little bit.

Remy's constantly on my suicide watch and it's fucking worse because Jikan's not able to do much right now. He hasn't gotten out of bed today, and I called his mom today to tell him why he hasn't came over today. It took me a while to get to her.

She's completely heartbroken and I'm expecting her over sooner or later. Her son can't even speak to her, she can really only watch him tremble days after being hit with trauma. I really wish I could help her, but I can't even help my damn self with this.

If I have a meltdown and any of them, we go from the beginning of hell to the 13th level of it.

I really deserve a weekend (or a month) away with some champagne.

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lucian actually drinks away her stresses and she at least needs two glasses of wine to get through her day

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How Julep’s curse works

The curse cast on her was cast by. a strong, experienced worker, so it’s something that’s extremely difficult for many practitioners to break.

Although Julep was cursed with mainly bloodlust, it was a lot of things that were mixed together to create one. A huge contribution to the mix was a feral mind, which explained why she was acting the way she was when she was outside the dorm. Along with that, she was having constant cravings for blood, but she’s found ways to delay her impulses.

If she didn’t get enough out of killing the victim (which was frequent) she would go as far as enjoying drinking their blood.

She was initially programmed to attack humans, and the curse was something strong enough to where it was contagious. Since there was no case that her victims lived from her attacks, this is the first time that it ended up spreading.

Connecting this to Jikan, it spreads as vampirism. He was prone to something like this, the sharp teeth and violent inclinations passed down by his father, they were small indicators.

The victim’s mentality slowly starts crumbling under the intense and frequent waves of cravings. Since Jikan isn’t the type that has the best restraint during most occasions, he wouldn’t go too long before actually begging or attacking someone for blood.

To the ones that actually drink blood, human blood is okay but the quality depends on many different factors, blackblood better, halfblood best.

He would need to work on removing his dependence on it quickly to not cause any more hindrance to the group, but if he goes without blood for too long, he becomes completely weak and frail. He’ll need to feed at least twice a month to be feeling normal or even great if he’s gotten more than usual. Be careful not to spoil him completely.

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GUYS I SHIT YOU NOT IT’S ACTUALLY THEM. I’M IN TEARS

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jikan’s inevitably going to be driven to a point where he cuts his hair short because of pressure kinda killing him

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jikan has a very complicated relationship with water

usually he dislikes or despises it when he has to put his body in it and it's anything under lukewarm but he LOVES steaming hot baths

but he's kinda prone to dehydration because y'know, fire and he's always drinking something (hint hint he loves lemonade) and he enjoys cold drinks until he gets a brain freeze because of the weird tingly feeling he gets in his mouth from it

be careful around this boy with stuff like that smh

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uhhh yeah i’m moving jikan’s scar up to his nose

seems more fitting

can’t draw for shit anymore so i just threw this and called it a day

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DOES MIN DANCE.

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jikan is actually pretty insecure about his scars since he has a lot of them, it’s like he was a test subject for knives

he got the cut on his cheek from agata, and multiple wide slashes across his back from her as well, it’s kind of a reason that he won’t be shirtless unless he’s absolutely comfortable with the people who see it

there are a lot of marks from falls on his legs, some rough fights as well

his upper body is freckled and he doesn’t really like that either since it just doesn’t add up to him

he’s considering tattooing a lot of his body just to cover it up and relieve that insecure feeling