𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐷𝐼𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐸

𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

[divinetrcgedy]

#𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑪𝑮𝑬𝑫𝒀 — a dependent multimuse blog for 𝐇𝐐𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ; worshipped and tortured by 𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆 ( she/her, 21+, gmt +8 )

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌 : 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐷 𝑂𝐹 𝐵𝐿𝑂𝑂𝐷𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑁𝐸 ⸻ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰. 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐍 : 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐸𝑅𝑌 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐸 ⸻ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰. 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄, he'll be walking into an uncharted territory ⸻ one he'd never ventured before nor even thought of doing so in the first place, one filled with twists and turns at every corners. and one that may held the most danger amongst men, even moreso than the battlefields they fought on endlessly. ( how could he ever think to allow his beloved sister to walk along these palace walls alone? how could their own parents do so? how could their own aunt? ). even so, he'd done it without even a single moment of hesitation, not even being mindful of the potential dangers from the whirlwind of changes he'd been pushed into.

but perhaps, this should been expected of him : after all, yoon jaewon was a man who has never been the type to fear changes in the first place, as he always held such an uncanny ability to adapt to any sorts of situations in varying environments — it's the very reason why he's now dressed in his new uniform of a royal guard, instead of his usual militarian attire as he decided to hastily forgone his career as a military official in the favor of joining the royal guards. all for the sake of preserving the safety of yoon iseul, his eldest sister behind the palace walls.

and now here, he found himself following a fellow royal guard, one assigned to him to introduced all the pathways and routes of the luxurious capital city of hari bulkan — all in midst of a stifling silence as the guard, who jaewon have only known as lord choi geonwoo, has not even said a single word to him. but unfortunately for the other royal guard, jaewon was a man who cannot be bothered on the idea of dwelling into the silence in peace. it is this very thought that draws his gaze, ebony hues moored upon the individual before him as he queried his colleague brazenly without a single thought. ❝ you ... really don't talk a lot, now do you? ❞

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶, @chrysanths

[divinetrcgedy]

The air crackles with anticipation, a volatile mixture of desire and disdain. One more spark and they are sure to combust. Then, in a moment of reckless abandon, Geonwoo's lips crash against hers with fervor; a desperate attempt to drown out the echoes of voices urging him to think better of it. His kiss is a tumultuous, unrelenting storm, tongue scraping against her teeth in a primal dance of passion and aggression. The remnants of the candied plums she had been eating stick in his mouth, more bitter than sweet.

𝐓𝐖 : completely, very nsfw. yeah, i have no excuse for this at all.

[ ... ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒 ; for allowing the two most wretched people to find their way back to each other underneath the red-lit skies. or was this just another sickening trick of misery, trying intertwined itself along with the strings of their tragic fates? yerim doesn't know if it is either, nor does she truly care. all she knows was the moment geonwoo held her hand into his grip, he was pulling her into their twisted garden of eden. but unbeknownst to the royal guard, this was also another chance for her to ensnare him once more into her web of molten desires, another chance for her to wrapped him around her fingers yet again. and yerim's never been the one to let go of someone from her clutches so easily, proving itself that the youngest daughter of house seok was still very much her mother's daughter in spite of her desperate wishes not to be.

this was an all too familiar routine to her — for them to be in the middle in a secluded corridor where people rarely ever ventured to, never needing to worry about the risks of anyone discovering them. the prolonged silence and the rare peace that comes with it, the calm before the storm before the inevitable tumultuous meetings of their violent desires and maddening lust as the two share strangely tender moments ladened with palpable tension between them.

his words had only invoked a scoff out of her, her doll-like features molding into an unimpressed scowl directed towards him. ❝ now what would you know? ❞ she sneered, folding her arms together against her chest. yerim only leaned forward, dainty fingers tugging onto the fabric of his attires whilst a judgmental glint gleamed within her obsidian gaze. ❝ is this really the best you could do for the blood moon festival? my, even the spirits would be offended by your lack of effort.❞

a loud gasp teared from her petal tiers with his sudden yet tightening grasp onto her dress, pulling her into his orbit with just enough fervor to pique her whole attention ; so uncaring for the silken fabric of her regalia threatening to slither dangerously from her shoulders with how hard he'd been tugging. by all means, she had every intentions on reprimanding geonwoo for his crude, incredulous actions — only for whatever words hanging upon the precipice of her tongue to instantly melt away into his bruising lips, his sudden and forceful gesture was an incendiary spark that set ablaze a primal ignition of her most ravenous ache.

it is with this ignited, blazing hunger that yerim kisses him back with the fervent tide of her savagery : her teeth and tongue clashing against his own with a rapacious craving. a hand gently slithers above his shoulder blades before settling against the back of his neck, where the sharp-tipped of her porcelain digits instantly furled against his raven-kissed locks in a tight grip : her touch remain is as tenacious as ever, a clear reminder to the royal guard that yerim is always willing to fight him for chance of control.

and she'll prove to him that she's the one in command for this endeavor.

it was simply too easy — all it takes her but a second to press her dainty hands against his chest, pushing him away from her for just a moment in order for her to maneuver them around and violently push geonwoo's body against the crimson painted walls. she hold his wrists in place, each hand on the sides of his head, whilst she pressed her petite physique against his own with scarcely a breath between them.

❝ tell me, what should i do with you, geonwoo? ❞ she whispered softly, her touch itself had become torturesome in the most maddening ways — one of her hand stealthily crawls from encasing his wrist before wrapping it around his pulsing throat ; her fingers tighten their hold around his neck as her sharp nails gently sink into the frail skin, marking the the pallor of his flesh in crimson lunettes. all whilst her free hand has crawled in the minuscule space between their bodies, trailing an idle path downwards with her palm tracing over the hard musculature of his defined form hiding underneath his garments, disturbing the thin barrier of fabric as her hand only traveled ... lower, lower and lower. all until she could languidly palm at him, tracing the outline of his length and feeling his hardening arousal beneath the straining fabric. her touch is tauntingly torturous, exerting just enough strength to give him only a hint of the pleasure he dare to sought out from her.

❝ you haven't been so kind to me. oh no, you have not. ❞ she murmured so patronizingly, her lips curled heavenwards into a malicious simper as she leans in to pepper butterfly kisses upon a trail onto his jawline to the crook of his neck to his collarbones, with each kiss punctuated by soft bites. ❝ so its only fair if that i should punish you, don't you think so too, geonwoo? ❞

[divinetrcgedy]

𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 … have a drink at my table , allow me to tell you stories — stories of dragons and burnt men . tell me about lord yoon jaewon . ( kim youngdae , cis male , he/him )

: ̗̀➛ twenty-six years young , a firebender from the noble house of yoon . many know them to be impulsive & rebellious . how unfortunate , truly … i’ve always found them to be charming & chivalrous . they oft fulfill the duties of a member of the royal guard . oh , i should tell you — they are impartial to the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell.

hello my darlings!! it's me, maeve once again with a new muse. this is actually my first male muse in a long while so this will definitely be a fun experiment! just like this post and I'll be there to plot, giving you my discord user at your request!

— with fire in his veins, and steel armor beneath his skin ⸻ he is the fiery blade itself, vowing an oath to always protect those who's nearest and dearest to his heart. born on the seventh month of the year, during the fire nation's most blistering summers, yoon jaewon's birth was celebrated by his parents and his aunt as another addition to the joyous family and being the first son in the yoon's family current lineage. jaewon had been known to be a very energetic but volatile child due to his affinity of burning things down during his many tantrums in the past, having been noted to be an early bloomer as he displayed powers of firebending at the early age of only 3 years old ( what was once a source of pride became a source of headaches for his parents and aunt ) — being the eldest son of the yoon family, as well as the avatar's eldest nephew ; it'd been expected of him to lead his family as the next heir and head of the family, taking charge of the family business. but jaewon who always been one to rebel his parents's expectations, sought out to improve his firebending and had taken up sword-fighting during his primary schooling years, decided to instead join the military and advance through the ranks. — with his prominent relations with the avatar yuha herself and his prodigal firebending skills, jaewon definitely flourished in his military official career and had been advancing through the ranks in rapid pace ( though, not as quick as the rest of the nobles ).

— undoubtedly the bane of his parents' ( and aunt's ) existence for his constant defiance and rebellious attitude towards them, has been often seen arguing with them as they couldn't agree on anything ; not even the simplest of things. despite his strained relationship with the elders of the family, jaewon does truly love them with all his heart — it's just can't be helped that he is so incredibly frustrated with them, and them with him. — he is his siblings' most fiercest defender and protector : being the eldest son of the family, jaewon had deemed its his duty to always protect them from any harm. has been known to have the tendency to be overprotective over them but it is without a doubt, that jaewon was very devoted to his siblings and they always have known that he is the big brother that can be trusted to defend them against anything, especially if its their own parents. — when the fire lord suddenly announced his eldest sister's engagement and the sudden elevation of his family among the nobility, jaewon feels extremely conflicted with this new developments — especially him suddenly being a noble in overnight. — as he couldn't bear the idea of his eldest sister on possibly facing the court alone and couldn't trust the royal family to have his sister's best interests, jaewon made an extremely impulsive decision to resign from his military career and instead join the royal guards, once again defying his parents on their expectations and their attempts to train him to be the family's heir. — and frankly, it'd been quite easy for him to join the royal guards due to his past career as a military official and his affinity with swords ( not to mention, his familial relations with the avatar yuha and the crown prince's newly engaged betrothal ) — whilst he's known to be more impulsive and hot tempered than the rest of his family, jaewon often display a rather charming and friendly facade in social settings — and has been regarded as the light of the parties many times due to how sociable he is. ( however, his lack of rigid noble etiquettes often make him seemed rude and mannerless in the eyes of the nobility. but frankly, he doesn't quite care. ) — has been known to be quite the charmer to the ladies. with his suave, flirtatious persona and chivalrous attitude, it's easy to see why he'd become a popular fixture amongst them. unfortunately, these characteristics of his spark unsavory rumors of him being some sort of player which is infinitely far from the truth. — because despite his tough exterior, jaewon is actually a big romantic who wears his heart on his sleeves and he often dreamed of meeting one true love. — but for now, he rather protect his siblings from harm's ways with all his might ; being the shield and sword for his eldest sister in the treacherous royal court as well perhaps her one trusted ally.

WANTED CONNECTIONS — some nobles he had met before moving into the capital and joining as one of them. friends he had made during celebrations and festivities, former military colleagues! new royal guard colleagues! and even royals he's been stationed to guard ( time to get to know the in laws i guess- ), ex lovers or flings! I'm open to any dynamics and any plots between our muses!

[divinetrcgedy]

It takes her a moment to come to her senses, taking a deep breath and pulling herself away from her reflection after giving herself a final once over. Maybe if she stopped staring into her own eyes, she would have an easier time ignoring her own subconscious. "Sorry little sister, I'm a little distracted today, you have my full attention now."

[ ... ] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, looking as radiant as ever, even as she was arrayed in an unfinished gown. crimson silks pooled around their legs as lithe fingers carefully stitched the gown to accentuate hyeju's frame with expertise and the utmost care, all whilst yerim began discussing on the gown's embellishments and other details. ❝ for this gown, i'm thinking it'll be best if we use rubies and black pearls to ornament instead. perhaps we'll even do embroidery to bring together the whole ensemble much more beautifully. ❞ she mused to her sister as she placed a pin upon the fabric gingerly, looking very closely to ensure she didn't prick her sister's delicate skin even by accident.

❝ you know, sister. one of my best fabric weavers have made this beautiful blend of silks that i've decided it's too precious and must be given for you. it's far more lighter than most fabrics so its perfect for the tropical weather. not only that, its infinitely easier to move in — especially if you're partial to dancing or ... or like me, trying to run away from our parents. ❞ yerim jested in good humor, her fingers furling against the fabric to straighten the silk to show her sister ; only for her to realize that hyeju hadn't been paying attention to her like usually she does.

this only made her pause briefly for a moment, the ghost of a moue settled upon puckered tiers as her brows furrow above the bridge of her nose ; an irked expressionism painted across her doll-like lineaments — rather so unusually childish of yerim who'd always been so mature, even among her own peers. but this was only a privilege granted to those closest to her and hyeju, who's always been more nurturing than their own mother and has been the mother figure yerim so desperately needed, was one of the lucky few. and yerim's never the one to hide things from her sisters, especially not from hyeju.

❝ well if you'd been listening, you would have known that one of my best fabric weavers made this silk and i specifically wanted to give the silk to you because how light it is which is far easier for you to move in. ❞ yerim huffed in faux displeasure before her delicate features began molding into a worried expression.

❝ what's wrong? you've never been this distracted, especially not with me. ❞ a hand softly reaches out, brushing the pads of her porcelain fingertips against hyeju's lithe shoulders in a comforting touch. ❝ do you want to talk about it? ❞

[divinetrcgedy]

𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵, 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮? ⸻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 ‎ ‎:‎ ‎ as gentle rays of aureate sunlight flittered through the sheer white curtains, showering the interior of her unfamiliar surroundings in a mellow, gilded radiance. her dainty hands clutching onto the arms of the nurse as if they were her only lifeline, her delicate frame struggling under the weight of pure exhaustion even as yerjm attempted to sit upright upon the narrow bed. every fiber of her body were screaming in such agonizing pain, throbbing, aching for singularity moment of relief — it was as if phantoms of pain only lied under every inch of her skin. but even then, yerim still strained herself to try grip and hold onto any remnants of consciousness with all her might.

the sounds around her were muted and distant, as she hears nothing but a distorted cacophony of echoing voices yet she couldn't make a single word of it all. all she could do was simply rest against the bedframe as she closed her eyes for a second, in spite of her best attempts fighting against the clinging fatigue to stay awake. but behind closed lids, her memories flitter and her mind only struggled to make sense of it all.

( the heavy scent of damp earth, the crawling scenery of endless greenery, the thick veil of mist from the unending downpour, jiyu carrying her throughout the paths, that song — that damned song, them running away, that beacon of light, jiyu's falling asleep, the sight of his skin turning to stone and her struggling to pull him up before yerim herself began to doze off unwillingly— )

even with the exhaustion still wrapped around her limbs, yerim had forced herself to open her eyes once more to the world as she stretched her still aching limbs ⸻ until she realized with dawning horror, that she couldn't feel nor move her right leg.

carefully, albeit with shaky hands, yerim gently tugged the covers only to confirm her fears as a scream of terror had been teared from her own throat at the sight of her own leg : what was once been nothing but unblemished, porcelain-hewn flesh — had now turned into cracks of grey stone.

‎‎‎‎ ⸻ 𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫?

— hello hello to all! there's been a lot of changes and developments with yerim in regards to the events that since have since transpired. — the full summarized of the plot can be viewed here! — to summarized : yerim and jiyu have wandered through the spirit world where they've somehow found themselves in the lair of a billibird, a spirit who turns men into stone and basically feeds on the monuments of their prey. they immediately run to back where they came from but the entryway was closed. due to after effects of the song they've heard, sleep began clouding their minds and jiyu fell asleep first. yerim stayed back to wake him up but unfortunately, despite her best attempts to wake jiyu, he didn't. and eventually, even yerim fell asleep. — somehow they've been stuck in the spirit world for one whole month and they've been found in dragonstone. afterwards, once yerim had been well enough to travel, she'd been immediately sent to haribulkan. — yerim had been afflicted with the greyscale disease from the spirit world, with her whole right leg being the most affected. greyscale is a disease that leaves flesh stiff and dead , the skin cracked and flaking , mottled black and grey and stone - like to the touch. the afflicted flesh gives skin the appearance of cracked stone. and for yerim who always loved caring and maintaining her beautiful appearance, this was the worst that could ever happened to her. ( she's just being dramatic guys. ) — while it said the greyscale wouldn't spread, her condition can worsen. she used to be able to walk with only a slight limp, but eventually, she couldn't even walk without a walking crutch as she required support to do so. ( I promise you, she'd somehow find a way to make her walking crutches look fashionable ) — due to her condition, she's been more muted and despondent, making it very clear that she's not happy with her current condition. but she's quite vigorous in her researching to find the cure for herself whilst also continuously expanding her information guild, training her spies to do her bidding more efficiently but also trying to find comfort in managing her boutiques, basically throwing herself into work to distract herself — thankfully, she'll be cured but it isn't without any sacrifices ( yeah, she's not really happy about this but what you gotta do? ) as she'll be making a deal with princess yuri by gifting the princess the arsenal of her information guild for the few drops of dragon blood.

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄 ⸻ it wasn't enough that yerim herself had been swallowed by the lava. ( the agonizing pain of her own flesh being burned alive by the volcanic flames was seared into both her mind and soul, that she swears she'll never be able to forget it even if she tried ) and now, she somehow had been transported into the spirit world [ a world filled with endless possibilities and mysterious, all of them being dangerous ] and was stuck in the middle of nowhere : with nothing in sight but an endless, crawling verdant scenery. as if it weren't enough, and almost as if the spirit world was intent on giving her misery, it suddenly started to drizzle as well, forcing her to stand upon muddy tracks in her way. but worst of it all, was the fact she'd been stripped away from her own firebending, the very reason she'd been brought into the world for — gone. even despite her best attempts, she still couldn't summon a flicker of flames upon her own hands.

the only comforting prospect she had right now was that she thankfully wasn't alone, being more than grateful ( and somehow, a little peeved ) that her childhood crush, zhao jiyu was her companion throughout this precarious journey.

although, that fact clearly wasn't enough to stop her from complaining.

❝ i cannot believe this, ❞ yerim scoffed in absolute in displeasure as a childishly demanding pout forces its way upon her glossed tiers, her fingers tightly coiled around the silken fabric of her dress to lift the hem of her from the damp tracks to prevent further staining. ❝ this is embroidered silk! embroidered silk! my sister gifted me this fabric herself from one of her trading trips and i've been saving it for a grand occasion! this ... was absolutely not it! ❞

❝ i swear, ❞ she seethed, her vocals layered with exasperated petulance. ❝ i swear, if that thing — if that spirit somehow haven't killed off the baes, i'll kill them myself. there was absolutely no damn reason to drag all of us into this mess, they should have just followed whatever conditions that spirit had set in the first place. now we're stuck here for heavens knows how long. my god, my dress, made from embroidered silk is now in tatters and stained with mud! I swear to the heavens that i'll — woah! oh my god! ❞ her long passionate rant was suddenly cut in short when jiyu ( who seemingly had enough of her rambling ) decided to simply carry her off on his back without another word.

❝ my lord! ❞ yerim exclaimed exasperatedly, her arms furling around his shoulders tightly from surprise. ❝ would it kill you to please give me a warning next time? ❞

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶, @afterburning

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ⸻ the bae's emerald teahouse was undoubtedly alive with revelry as once the feast finally commenced after the crown prince's opening speech, the teahouse have turned into a riot of colors and sounds where a symphony of laughter and music echoed through the air as all the noble lords and ladies wined and dined to their hearts content without a single care for the world. yerim, ever so glittering and shinning, had been exchanging a round of pleasantries with an entourage of highborn ladies whilst she spew empty compliments drenched in honeyed flattery from her rosy tiers over their dresses and masks alike when her dark eyes couldn't help but to caught sight of an old friend.

prince yi chanyul himself, standing at the quiet edge of the hall — a rather rare scene for yerim who'd always see surrounded by a crowd of nobles, lords and ladies alike vying for his attention. yerim, who could never pass up a chance to catch up with an old friend, eventually excused herself politely from the group before sauntering foward to approach the prince.

❝  good evening, your grace. ❞ her voice is nothing but the lilt of a melodious songbird as she greeted him with a small curtsy, all poised and ladylike before settling into her usual teasing self with her roseate lips painting themselves into the most mischievous of smiles. ( how fitting was it that her mask was none other than a fox, the trickster of all animals ) ❝ why, isn't this a rather rare sight? where have your usual crowds of adoring nobles have gone, my prince? or have you finally warned them off with your dragon? ❞

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶, @tamedflame

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 —— 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾 𝑂𝐹 𝑉𝑈𝐿𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆

[ ... ] 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌 was dressed in a creation of her own handiwork — an opulent, flowing dress made from fine dark pink silks which was embellished elegantly by intricate embroidery of the noble house seok's emblematic animal : koi fishes upon the front and back bodice of her dress. and she's paired it off with an elegant set of jewelry encrusted with light pink gemstones and well-crafted fox mask, making herself a dazzling appearance at the banquet.

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 • 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐷𝐸𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑂𝑃𝑀𝐸𝑀𝑇 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄. the foundation of the mask, providing its structure and shape.

✧ 𝑾𝑶𝑶𝑫 — in a social setting, is your character more stoic and reserved or are they more boisterous and expressive? why so?

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐄. and since the very beginning of her life, this is the very first thing seok yerim has learned under the tutelage of her mother and the fire nation's most sought out etiquette tutors. slowly, she herself had grown to be the very vision of beauty and grace but often something about yerim's demeanor leaves much to imagination, making her all more mysterious but bewitching in the eyes of others. whilst she may still retains her cool posture, its been noted that yerim has been very captivating and inviting in social gatherings, graced with the type of charisma that pulls people into her orbit that only made her shine ever brighter than ever.

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒. openings cut into the mask that allow the wearer to see.

✧ 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫-𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑫 — if your character were to successfully manipulate someone to their will, would they harbor any guilt or remorse for their actions?

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑. seok yerim was a girl who wanted everything and so much more. she wants power, she wants reverence. she wants control, and she wants adulation. she wants the whole world to bow before her, and she wants to be worshipped down to her very being ⸻ anything less is unimaginable, anything less is unforgivable. ( was it really too much to ask for? ) if manipulation was her only way of getting what she wanted, then yerim would do it proudly. there's no point of feeling such useless emotions such as guilt and remorse when she's only getting what she wants at the end of the day. she even dare to claim that its not even her fault that people always fell so easily for her trap, lulling them with her seemingly saccharine-sweet and affectionate nature : so blissfully unaware of her carefully weaving her tapestry of manipulation to ensnared them into her control.

𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄. a decorative or functional piece that allows the wearer to breathe.

✧ 𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑳 ( 𝐹𝑂𝑋 ) — are there any specific smells, sounds, tastes, or sensations that evoke strong emotional reactions or memories for your character?

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒, it always bring yerim back to her fondest memories : where times were much simpler for her during her younger years, where she spent the beginning years of her life and later, the beginnings of her adulthood at the family's house seat — ember island. as a young girl, she's always been treated to orange candies as a reward by her father for anything she'd accomplished and her mother ( who used to be so loving before her love turned out to be suffocating ) had often brewed lemon tea for the youngest seok during tea times. yerim was also very fond of visiting gardens in the manors of hari bulkan and ember island, enjoying the calming and fresh fragrance of the vibrant floras blooming around the garden whilst she embroidered.

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. an optional part of the mask, which allows the wearer to speak.

✧ 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑬 ; 𝐴 𝐻𝐴𝐿𝐹 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾 — what is your character’s most recognizable habit or mannerism?

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, a pair of doe doll-like eyes with stygian colored irises whose gaze never once wavered — even if she stands before a formidable opponent. another thing would be her voice as yerim often speaks rather softly and calmly to others. rarely ever did she raise her voice to other people, even when she's absolutely furious. her voice was often described to be like a songbird's mellifluous titter whilst her tongue was coated in honey as she does have a tendency to speak very sweetly with people.

𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. decorations adorning the mask.

✧ 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻 — does your character have any tattoos, piercings or noticeable physical markings? if so, describe them. if not, why so?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍-𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, are the two long line of burn marks upon her shoulder blades ; very reminiscent of ripped wings. yerim had long since claimed that she gained the scars from an accident, a misguided use of her powers during secondary schools. but rumors speaks of the possibilities that the youngest lady of house seok had gained them during a fight though none were sure of her supposed opponent.

✧ 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑺 — does your character tend to follow fashion trends, or stick to their personal style?

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, but instead she creates them. who is she if not the reigning queen of the fashion scene in high society and fire nation? when she herself was the owner of the most famous boutiques scattered around the fire nation?

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. determines how the mask is worn.

✧ 𝑹𝑰𝑩𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑺 — what are your character’s core values or beliefs that primarily shape their decisions and actions?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, her adolescent brain conditioned from her upbringing to carry the heavy burden of a promised glory upon her shoulders. wasn't this the very reason she'd been brought into the world for? for power, for honor, for glory. it's all she's ever known. for the sake of her family's pride and the prestige of the noble house seok, she'll must reach the unattainable heights of heavens to prove the worth of her very own existence. and this has always been the path her journey has been set on.

[divinetrcgedy]

"You know I am never one to waste time. I wish for nothing more than for you to indulge me," he lifts the chalice and tilts his head, seeking that last drop. "I wonder, from time to time, Seok Yerim... If I asked you to kill me, would you?" He speaks in complex metaphors. What he seeks from her is a little death—temporarily, to free him from himself, to leave him in a pit of his own suffering. He would gladly allow her. "Let's go elsewhere."

𝐓𝐖 : nfsw imagery, everyone please look away, DONT LOOK AT MEEE

[ ... ] 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍, as speckles of incredulity coloring her dark gaze before yerim abruptly burst into a small fit of silver-belled laughter at his sudden query. ❝ now, where on earth did you get that idea? ❞ she questioned, amusement laden in her words as she quirked a well-sculpted eyebrow towards the royal guard's direction. ❝ if i had find you revolting in any way in the first place, you would have never been allowed the grace to even take a step in my bed. ❞ a deep sigh is theatrically heaved betwixt her puckered tiers as she bit into a candied plum, smacking her lips in delight at the rather saccharine yet tangy notes of the treat.

❝ i only find you vexing and a little too pathetic for your own good, geonwoo. but you already know that, now don't you? ❞ the lilt of her voice is purposely taunting, as she wanted nothing more than to agitate him in any way. for geonwoo, her words often collided with one another as they shaped themselves into something sharper, like daggers well polished — always so ready to stab the royal guard where it really hurts. her cruelty tends know no bounds, and yerim had never been one to hold herself back from her penchant of viciousness. ( she wonders for a spilt second, if this characteristc of hers was the reason why geonwoo decided to approach her all the sudden. )

seok yerim has never been a stranger to desire, having spent her most of her youth thrown in the constant struggles between her parents' differing and opposing treatments towards her own upbringing : whilst lady seok would happily let yerim starve for just a friction of her mother's own acknowledgement, her father would instead pampered on her beyond one's beliefs as he constantly indulge in her gluttonous desires for the finer things. such contrasts only raised a horrific need within her that can't be quite be easily satiated, to the point it's been eating her alive ; turning her insides out and peeling the skin right of her bones before gnawing on her own flesh. it was such a monstrous thing, it had to be a creature of it own making.

❝ oh? and here i thought you were done with me, weren't you the one who decided enough was enough all those months ago? ❞ her head tilted as a malice - hewn simper slowly unfurled across her lips, her gaze all-knowing as she observed the royal guard, knowing what he really desired from her. idly, she pondered if geonwoo had come to miss the throes of their passionate affair. though yerim would never admitted it aloud, she knows she did. bit by bit, blurred fragments of their time spent together invaded her mind — the heady memories of their heated bodies flushed against each other as they shared an immolating heat between them. her lithe arms coiling around his bare shoulders in a serpentine manner, as her sharp nails dig into his pliable flesh just enough to leave her own marks in the wake of it all. and she always wanted more, to drown geonwoo in the tide of her fervor, to ensnare him in her suffocating grip just as she always pleased, to devour his everything and keep it to herself only just for the mere sake to satiate her selfish and monstrous greed.

( yerim knew very well she had no right to judge the only son of house choi to be a such a mindless beast when she herself had such a monstrosity of an unsightly wanting. but perhaps, this only proved that maybe they weren't so different from each other at all. )

❝ oh geonwoo,❞ she gently cooed his name, her voice is somewhat soft and melodious but her tone is nothing sort of a mockery. after fashioning the cloth into a small pouch for her treats before putting it away safely, the youngest lady of house seok only closes the distance between them, standing before the royal guard with only a breath away — in such proximity that's far too close in the eyes of high society. but propriety be damned ; as they held no weight in this precarious game they both liked to play. ❝ you and i both know very well that i'm not that merciful to give you such a quick death ❞ poisoned honey drips from the edge of her tongue as the curvature of her cherry-kissed tiers slants itself upwards into the smile of a devil, so treacherously deceitful whilst her dainty hands gently rest now the space where his heart lays underneath, her fingers curling as to display her underlying intent to rip it apart. ❝ i intent to torture you for as long as i could before giving you that final blow. ❞ and hadn't she always done it so perfectly? wrenching pleasure from the canvas of his body so sweetly to the point it became pain, forcing him into a hell-bent state where he knows nothing but only pleasure and pain intertwined so tightly?

❝ lead the way. ❞

[divinetrcgedy]

"how do you like it so far?" she turns to her sister. "did some fancy lord sweep you off your feet yet?" then, she adds with a malicious grin: "i'm sure that's what mother wanted to know, too."

[ ... ] ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒, ❞ yerim scoffed, a tinge of displeasure etched upon her porcelain features as she recalled the suffering she endured at their mother's hands — being forced to don the mask of a filial daughter and perfected her act as the belle of high society she'd been known to be whilst mother dearest paraded her around the banquet ( always her mother's pride ), as she made it a point for them ; for her — yerim especially, to socialize with the many nobles in attendance. all as yerim could only bite down her venom, and hide the cyanide from prying eyes while she played her part for lady seok's satisfaction.

❝ I should have been with papa, he would never even thought to entertain the nobles in the first place. ❞ and frankly, the most lord seok would do was to simply show off her achievements like any proud father would do. but he'd immediately ( and thankfully ) shut down any talks of matrimony for his youngest daughter, as yerim had always been the apple of his eyes and father beloved would rather choke than ever entertain any idea of marrying her off — and that's one of the many reasons why yerim had chosen him as her favorite parent.

yerim could only shake her head at her elder sister. never could she understand sarang's vehement distate for firebending and fighting when the sisters have always been raised to take pride in the fire coursing through their veins for fire was always seen as a sign of power and strength. for yerim to be born as a firebender, their mother had taken every desperate measures to ensure it — even going as far to endure the tedious process of gaining the proper permits just so lady seok could give birth at the family's house seat of ember island. it's the very reason why their mother made sure to push yerim beyond her limits to hone her firebending skills to perfection. ❝ sister, you know very well that fighting is embedded in our culture. try as you might, you can't avoid it. ❞ the diamondesque belle pointed out, patting her sister's hand good-naturedly. ❝ and to host the blood moon festival without the tournament? that's simply unheard of, how else will we be able to show off in the first place?❞

❝ don't you even dare to start with that, ❞ yerim immediately warned her sister with a piercing glare yet there isn't even a glint of heat behind it. gracefully, she folded her fan before pointing the tip of it towards sarang playfully. ❝ if anything, mother should have put her match-making skills on you and our elder siblings if she wants her children to walk down the path of matrimony. there's no need to focus on me.❞

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : hi guys, so sorry for being mia earlier this week but my dad was sent to the hospital so I've been busy looking aftee him. Thankfully, he's now been discharged and I'll be doing my replies soon and replying to plotting messages soon! Just wanted to let you guys now that I'm very much still around!💓

[divinetrcgedy]

His eyes take notice of the glass of wine clasped in her hand. Without even a simple utterance, he takes it for himself, replacing her empty palm with the handful of things he knows she likes. He puts the rim of the chalice to his mouth and tilts his head back to drink what's left down. He pushes a thumb to the corner of his lips to wipe at the crimson liquid. It burns the scrape beside it, but he does not grimace. "Lovely party," Geonwoo finally speaks. "Enjoying yourself?"

[ ... ] 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 — when she sequestered herself in a dark corner of the royal palace's garden to enjoy a moment of peace and solitude to herself with no more but a glass of wine to accompany her, thinking no one would dare to bother her. she'd been wrong, of course. so horribly wrong.

with another careless swivel of her chalice, yerim took a moment to sip the sweetened liquor as her attention barely asunder the from the sight of the grandiose display of opulence and revelries, only for her chin to lift in time to see an all too familiar figure making their way across the garden — to her of all people. yerim had recognized the figure and almost immediately scoffed at the sight of him : choi geonwoo, daring to approach her after all this time. some people just truly have the audacity. and if only her pride hadn't been so wounded by him, she would have definitely applauded for his.

in all honesty, she could never understand geonwoo. one minute, he'd be unbearably cold and unforgiving towards. the next, he would be hot with passion. his constant changing mood swings never fail to give her a whiplash but truthfully, yerim relished in it. she was a woman who craved chaos like no other, and geonwoo supplied her cravings dutifully.

he'd been the only one who managed to satiate her unfathomable thirst, enabled her destructive instincts and allowed her to fight against him for any semblance of control just for the thrill of it. it'd only allow a sickening want to fester within her, where she lived to ruin him with every chance she takes and devour him whole. he'd been hers to ravaged alone until he was no longer, shutting her out for months on his ends without even a single word.

and yerim still hasn't quite forgiven him for this slight of his.

as if him approaching her wasn't enough, the royal guard was even audacious enough to steal her glass of wine right from her own hands before her own eyes. yerim could only stare at geonwoo in disbelief as he downed her precious wine, only to find herself placated by the handful of her favorite treats right in the palm of her hand.

❝ I was, until you decide to appear in front of me. ❞ the lilt of her voice may seemingly be soft and saccharine sweet yet it was still ladened with venomous undertones. her head canted to one side, watching him closely as she enjoyed a pruned cherry. the pink of her tongue flicks out to wet her lips to lick any remainder of the cherry juice upon her lips . ❝ what do you want, geonwoo? ❞ she clicked her tongue she questioned him ❝ you're not one to look for me just to appease me with my favorite treats for no reason, so don't waste my time and spit it out ❞

[divinetrcgedy]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, never the one to allow herself the sweet comfort when fairytales were nothing more than childish dreams of make-beliefs. and such things were only considered as a waste of time to a girl who's only been raised to always reach for the seemingly unattainable heights of glory. even so, there'd been a time in her younger years when she dared to allow herself just a moment to dream for a happily ever after — and all this because of a mere sight of a boy and his charming smiles.

god, wasn't she such a fool?

mayhap she might as well still be, if the mere sight of him was still enough to stop her in her tracks. truly a sight for sore eyes : zhao jiyu looked resplendent and handsome as expected in his distinguished attires ( and from a closer look, one could already tell the garments was the handiwork of her employed tailors in her boutiques ), his dominating presence was overwhelming even when he was doing nothing more than watching the performances.

for whatever reasons, she felt compelled to approach him, to talk to him, to have just a friction of his attention upon her just as hers has always been on him — even if she still vehemently denies it to this day.

❝ commander zhao, it's so nice to see you again. ❞ yerim greeted jiyu with the utmost glittering smile manifested upon her rose-petal lips, daring enough to take a seat right next to him. ❝ i couldn't help but to notice how absolutely dashing you looked this evening, ❞ she sweetly complimented him as she gave him a very appreciative once over. ❝ and of course, the fact you're wearing very nice clothes from my boutique, or at the very least your clothes were made from the hands of my tailors. I recognize their handiwork from anywhere, my lord. ❞

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶, @afterburning

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