NOT SOMEONE’S MUSE

I AM NOT A MUSE, I AM THE SOMEONE.

[mal8te]

QUEEN OF CLUBS : an original character based in the korean music industry, known as malee saengkaew ( maew ) a member of the co-ed group 8TE. adapted for a variety of verses and settings. a study of : the cost and consequences of fame, the battle with addiction and self hatred, a child with no childhood & breaking standards. the purpose of this blog is to highlight the dangers and problems in the vastly popular music industry and as such, many triggering topics will be touched on including drug use/abuse, body image/EDs, mentions of assault. please follow with caution. as managed by tas. rules and bio. affiliated with : @zhi8te @dam8te @keo8te

[mal8te]

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[mal8te]

clenches fist …….. I love 8te so much

[zhi8te]

INTRODUCING: 8TE / EAT OR BE EATEN.

[mal8te]

in malee's rockstar verse i imagine that her band gets taken up by a record company when a small gig of theirs goes a little viral because malee's voice is raw from emotion when she's singing and by the end of the song she's crying, but not sad crying, angry crying. the type of scene that sends chills down your arms.

[mal8te]

malee’s aesthetic is very much comparable to what halsey’s, especially early halsey, aesthetic is like. where despite being a pop artist she has a much more alternative / rock demeanour to her.

[kittychicha]

#LAKORNLADIES EVENT THEME: BOSS BITCH ↳ may - the exchange (2019)

[mal8te]

malee playlist <3

[mal8te]

okay but think about how much music means to malee and her group for them all to have gone through so much throughout their careers without tapping out

[fxlthyangxl-deactivated20240122]

don’t piss me off i’ll fuck ur dad out of spite

[mal8te]

malee is the friend at the club that will put her arms around her friends shoulder if someone creepy is talking to them. scary dog privileges except she’s not really scary just a little intense with her eye contact and making them uncomfortable until they leave

[inkskinned]

of course i'm angry. do you have any idea how many times someone should have helped me?

[mal8te]

despite everything she’s struggling with, malee works so fucking hard with her career. in the sense that she won’t leave a recording studio until something sounds exactly right. she’ll fixate on the smallest detail and keep singing until her voice is raw and she’s dragged out by her group leader because she’s going to ruin her vocal cords. when things go wrong is when she turns to her vices and it goes south. she feels a lot and feels big emotions which is why she’s so quick to turn to a distraction from her negative emotions before she spirals.

[mal8te]

okay hear me out, some plot ideas for the soul : the friend that malee had as a kid and went ghost on while she trained only to finally see them at a concert of hers many years later, the person she only ever sees at parties where she's never sober and always much happier and she sees them elsewhere when entirely sober and avoids them, the competitor in the industry who sees malee or her group as competition so some fun little rivalry, on the other hand any sort of industry related muse from make up artists to stylists to songwriters etc., the messy industry ex who she wasn't supposed to be dating in the first place, the person who meets malee and has no clue that she's famous and malee wants to keep it that way so they can form a genuine friendship, and on the flip side the friend who's solely using her for clout/gain

[zhi8te]

* / @mal8te sent : that’s a spatula. ♤

“ it'll still hurt like a regular whip. ” or at least she hoped it would. not that she'd know the difference. for show, she purposely slaps the end over the marble counter of the dorm kitchen, the sound practically through the space. lucy is not particularly the best to joke with, her threats always taking a turn for reality and now she's seething, stance set like a predator ready to pounce. “ it's literally ... ” head peers to the left to read the analog clock behind malee, “ four in the morning. official curfew was six hours ago. ” curfew was only a suggestion in every idol's eyes : more so a trap than anything. will you be lazy and sleep, or will you do exactly as the company expects and work yourself to the bone, while still finding a way to prevent dark circles ? she knows if she speaks any louder she would wake the rest of the members and that was another set of chaos she is not willing to sit through. it's less about malee practically breaking into their own dorm, but more about the potential backlash of what she was doing prior. lucy knows her well enough to sense it wasn't taking up space in the dance room, or even sneaking into the cafeteria. hand is outstretched in false playfulness as she gestures her to come closer, “ come here so i can hit you. ”

[mal8te]

lucy was mad.   that much malee could make out even as her heart pounded against her ribs and her brain screamed at her to make her group mate see the thrill of it all.   NONE OF IT MATTERED.   not lucy,   not the curfew,   not even the gnawing realization that malee would never again feel as light as she felt in that very moment.    all that mattered was the way her chest swelled with unbridled elation and her fingers buzzed to touch every surface as if for the first time.   if malee could bottle the feeling she would in a heartbeat.   she tiptoed carefully around the island as if dancing on the edge of a cloud.   when malee’s eyes shot to the spatula, she visibly flinched as the sound cracked like lightning.    her eyes widened and she stumbled back with a too loud laugh, palms raised in surrender.    ❝   heeey,   hey,   hey  —    ❞    she started with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.   a grin that would do her no good in her current situation but her emotions ebbed and flowed in ways she couldn’t control.    ❝    zhiruo,    ❞   she did her best to sweeten the name even with the leaden weight of her tongue in her mouth.    everything malee did or said felt like a shot in the dark.    she’d been in these shoes before ; found and chided by one of the eight.   a jarring sort of deja vu.    but the thing about her cocktail of substances was they made it exceptionally hard to recall just how she had gotten herself out of her last sticky situation. last time it had been iseul who had found her. or maybe it was bitna. fuck it, didn't matter.    

❝    if you hit me i’ll scream.   ❞   malee blurted out with a taunting stare.   a challenge in her dilated pupils.    ❝   and then,   and then,   everyone will be awake and they’ll care less about the curfew and more about being woken up at whatever o’ clock you just said.   ❞   the redhead raised her brows as if she had automatically won the argument with her retort.    she did her best to swallow the slowly rising anxiety that clawed at the back of her throat and drummed her fingers against the countertop.    ❝   why does it matter anyways ?    no one followed me home, no one saw me.   ❞   malee knew she couldn’t prove that but lying came so easily to her.   tomorrow’s tabloids would be a tomorrow problem.

[mal8te]

when malee first breaks into hollywood she’s paired with pop soloist rowan griffith to produce a single. their team thinks rowan’s velvety tones and malee’s raspy voice will compliment one another in an angsty, heart wrenching song. the single that is released many months later is the tireless work of their audio team because not a single recording session was completed without malee or rowan storming out. the two were two sides of the same coin in some ways and were at each others throats for most of the recording. the only reason the single was completed was because of malee’s managers insistence that this would be her way to get her foot in the door into hollywood. sure enough, it becomes one of malee’s most popular collaborations.

[mal8te]

plotting call 🖤