BABY DON'T STOP

in my head, i do everything right.

[xvizzy]

make believe.

with @rmyejin​.

yue likes being useful. 

she couldn’t be more honoured to be one of the people in charge of scaring new initiates as a warm up for the initiation, fangs bared and all that jazz. the initiation is where things will get real scary and she cannot wait. today, she made a freshman cry from rapidly crawling on the ceiling of the jaeger house towards them a la ju-on from the grudge.

so maybe she likes scaring the new kids as well. it exercises her creativity. sue her.

despite the ache in her back ( she isn’t as flexible as she thought ), there’s a slight bounce in her step as she approaches the jaeger captain, eyes bright and lips curved into a grin. “yejin!” she plops onto the couch beside the older girl. “i made an initiate cry today!”

only after she says it does she realise there’s a little too much joy in that statement.

[rmyejin-blog]

                                                                         ☾

      she is slightly uninvolved when it come to legacy traditions. though, to the eyes of strangers, jaeger isn’t much for traditions. too new. too fresh. too unbothered to keep up with things like rush. at least, for the likes of yejin—who figured that after three years of participating, her final year at gumi would be one where she wouldn’t have to worry about the likes of this.

      pass the torch onto the next generation, if you will.

      kids like yue, for instance, fits the job perfectly. 

      boundless energy. it is perhaps the first thing yejin notes about the girl, from the way she talks to the way she climbed up the walls of jaeger house. impressive, but, if she were in a lesser mood on a lesser day—annoying. still, yejin held no grudges, no ill will nor any distaste. yue is cute, if anything, just draining after a while.

     “you did?” the question that slips out is absentminded, evident in the way her eyes remain on the book in her hands, finishing the last paragraph before she turns to the younger, amused quirk on her lips. “congratulations.” 

     “did we lose one? are they rushing for hellion now?”

      it wouldn’t be too bad if some of them flunked out.

[rmyejin-blog]

yoooo! day again and this is...belated but at least it’s here! meet yejin, proud jaeger and lowkey a hot flustered mess all the time. (note the change in hair color for those who’ve been around for the camp event bc blonde was summer yejin and this is school yejin and school yejin is...i wanna say better but it’s a lie she’s the same + more stress). ANYWAY.  below the cut is some factoids. please like this if you want to plot and i’ll drop in your dms!!! 

                                                                                                    PROFILE // BIO // MUTATION

adopted at a young age, yejin was bscly brought home to play the role of a dead girl so her “mom” won’t die of heartbreak

needless to say she played her role as a demure proper rich girl very very well

has +1 “sibling” who hates her for it, they also attend gumi and yes it is a plot i will be requesting very soon!!

was accepted into lotus her first year here through some tough initiations even though she was more on the quiet/shy side

however, was kicked out her second year due to accidentally letting some sensitive information out to an alpha during one of the games

was quickly accepted by jaeger bc of idk reasons

OVERALL — years in jaeger has indefinitely toughed her up, although yejin still prefers a bit of silence and solitude at times. she has an incredibly volatile personality and is often fickle with what she wants/doesn’t want – also is known to shift partial dragon forms to ward away conversation. when she’s flustered or embarrassed or feels remotely uncomfortable she usually clams up and tries to leave asap. has a lvl 100 rbf and knows she’s intimidating bc of it (which.. good… don’t talk to her she’s not good at it /:) and yes she’s kind of tsun and also binge-watches food reality shows and LOVES monster cage. don’t come and talk to her about your problems because she a) might not care b) def doesn’t know how to respond/deal c) 10/10 will tell her close friends about it (bc she needs advice) 

[rmyejin-blog]

isn’t it

                                                                                    lovely, all alone?                                                                                     heart made of glass, my mind of stone.                                                                                                           @rmwen​ —

                                                                         ☾

( * yejin is used to shame. the hot of her cheeks, numb of her limbs (lips, tongue, heart), somersaults in her stomach. has she not been familiar with the feeling since youth? did she not, wear as second skin, the title of a girl abandoned, a lizard in a house of freaks, an imposter (liar, liar, liar; she was raised to lie? raised on lies)? did she not, wear broken on her crown, the weight of ignominy, ribboned syllables of her birth name, spine of a girl pure.  

sure, she’s used to it.  however, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t keen on it. 

why else would it have taken her so long to get here? that is, within five feet of alpha’s walking plague, folded clothes (his) in hand. her stomach flips in trepidation of the very prospect of speaking to him—after wen has seen her: drunk, clumsy, naked—lips downturned and brows slightly furrowed. an expression that yejin smoothes over with ease by the time she does make her way over (despite the slightest, itty bittiest of heat that clung to her shame). shame, she’s used to. confrontations, despite spending three years in remaking herself, she is never adept at. )

“wen.”

( * voice soft, but firmly so, her fingers curl around the fabric of in her grasp, counting seconds till the alpha regarded her. and when he does, when he does, yejin’s gaze is placed carefully on bridge of his nose, lowering to his mouth when he speaks. he speaks, but yejin barely hears him over the drumming of her heart. her arm extends regardless, pressing the articles of clothing into his hands gently. 

a breath. a flicker of a second or two.

speak, yejin, her mind urged. say something. 

oh. right. )

“...thanks.”

[lifeinpoetry]

You used to hand me scraps of kindness, and I would gnaw on them for days.

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “Biathanatos,” published in Luna Luna

[rmjunhao]

LET’S PLAY A GAME, DARLING

@rmyejin

he swears he can spot her from even miles away. with long, blonde hair flying every which way courtesy of the ocean’s very own breeze, she’s not the most inconspicuous to say the least. despite being not completely over the trauma of having his head in an unideal predicament with a certain white, porcelain bowl, he can’t help but follow when his legs immediately start carrying him in her direction, as if acting upon pure instinct.

junhao’s sure it’s because he likes the challenge. after all, a life of willing smiles and easy conversation eventually becomes lacklustre, especially if it has since become so mundane; so routine that it physically hurts how dull something once so foolishly entertaining has become. maybe that’s why he’s become an addict, hooked on the thrill of the chase. at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself when asked why he even bothers to put up with so much heat ( literally ) when he could easily find someone more willing to give him their time of day.

or maybe, he presumes, it could be an egotistical thing. growing up with a silver spoon clenched tightly in his fist, on bad days the only ”no” he’ll get is from someone when prompted with the question,”if the doctor says i’m slightly lactose intolerant, does that mean i should stop eating ice cream?”

so with yejin giving him the constant cold shoulder, junhao can’t help but be amused. her flustered antics only add fuel to his fire, and soon he realizes that he can’t find a way to put it out. it consumes him in the most juvenile of ways, pushing him to test the limits of her patience further and further, only to be rewarded when she sends a snarky comment his way; for his motivation to be renewed when she shoots a classic glare in his direction.

in all honestly, the boy doesn’t quite know why he’s so insistent on her of all people. all he does know is that he can’t take no for an answer. perhaps, that will get him into some big trouble one day. for now though, junhao figures he’s in the clear.

“hey, long time no see,” he greets nonchalantly. casually sitting down on the rotting, wooden dock besides her unannounced as if they’ve been the best of friends since birth. as if they didn’t have a history of his unrequited attempts at trying to ( in his very own words, unfortunately ) tap that. junhao braces himself for whatever unwelcome retort he anticipates will be thrown his way by leaning back, supporting the majority of his weight on the palms of both his hands; legs swinging carelessly back and forth as they hang precariously off the dock.

then he turns to her. meets the fury of her gaze with his very own. drinks in the sight of her. cocks his head slightly to the side. flashes his signature, lazy half smile.

“so, whatcha fishing for?”

[rmyejin-blog]

    i. [ how our bodies domesticate / disaster ]

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      noh yejin. recipe for disaster. most are quick to pick up on the basics, key ingredients that ties to the jaeger captain’s habit of ruin. the rot of her touch. how she lives a lie. how she thrives on fabricated, carefully manipulated love. how her chest is hollow out, filled with black water. how she holds a mouthful of birds within her jaws. how they pick at the lies in her molars. is she not a tragedy in waiting? a story with a broken middle and end. not the heroine. not the villain. not anything deserving of a title. 

      most are quick to stray. if not for the tell-tale reputation of her legacy. if not for the seemingly cold demeanor she possesses. if not all that and more.

      most are quick to.       alpha’s new initiate? not so much.       xi junhao or xu jinhuo or whatever. 

      yejin could only be so lucky. 

      instead she finds herself victim to the hyper-masculinity of the average alpha and their initiates. xi junhao (or whatever) and his inability to take no for an answer, seems to always find her, despite all and any glaring faults (the jaeger captain’s volatile temper and cold front — the latter in which yejin has spent years in perfecting (if only to ward away unwanted conversation) in lieu of her meeker days) and her best efforts to—as inconspicuously as possible—avoid him.

      not that she was by any means afraid. but you can only say no so many times.       what is she to do next? first degree murder?

      ah, to speak ill of the devil.

      junhao’s voice has her tensing, fingers curling around the fishing wire in her grasp and an unnatural skip in the square of her chest--followed shortly by a brisk wave of annoyance. how is it that he manages to find her here is beyond her. but what is she to say otherwise? that she is flustered by the prospect? afraid of the trouble? that she’s a coward unfitting of the captain position? as if.

      still, yejin remains silent while he drones on, contemplating the extent of her budding annoyance silently all the while. whether she should utilize the wire in her hands and so on. “fish.” her answer is bland, lips pulled into the tiniest of frowns. there was no way she could be any more transparent about her displeasure.

      not that she thought it would’ve mattered anyway.

     “i see you’ve managed to pull your head out of the toilet..” 

      good? that was good, right? even if she did feel a bit guilty about that one.

[rmyunseo]

@rmyejin

[  sms : yeji (captain my captain ] →  are you going to do anything to the new jaeger initiates? →  i mean this camping trip is pretty tough initiation already but are /we/ going to do anything else to break them in or welcome them? →  or should we prank them :’-)

[rmyejin-blog]

    ( MESSAGE TO: seoie 💕  )         ➝ uh         ➝ what do you have in mind?          ➝ o?         ➝ by prank do you mean scare ten years off their lives? :”)

[rmwen-blog-deactivated20240706]

* line of fire.

@rmjae & @rmyejin

( ` 4:30 a.m. and wen still lies awake, restless, covers strewn about. a textbook definition of an insomniac. it’s why he reacts almost immediately to the announcement— frown already settling into his features. the blinding light jiyeon emits through their cabin windows is enough to make him shut his eyes briefly. )

( ` a mistake. a second later, the sizzle of fire burning through wood makes his eyes snap open, and he sees that their door has now been set aflame. ) …yejin! ( ` he reprimands, turning around to see the passed out girl now in dragon form. profanities threaten to spill out his lips, but instead they die in his throat as smoke quickly fills the room. he grabs his, and then yejin’s camping equipment in a hurry, wondering just how on earth they were going to get out. the door was fucked, needless to say, and he looks around a little helplessly before his gaze lands on jaehwan, who managed to rouse himself awake, if not barely. )

 break the window, will you? ( ` as an after thought, he picks up yejin as well, far too tiny to crawl out the window herself. )

[rmyejin-blog]

( * the timing could not get any worse. in the state of heavy inebriation, devil’s liquor pumping through her veins, yejin is barely capable of complete motor function—much less the ability to navigate through the small island of muuido. this is why she doesn’t drink. vaguely, she remembers thinking that three drinks in, remembers to count her drinks (at least, by the fifth before she promptly forgets) and remembers forgets to hydrate before sleeping. 

fuck.

the blinding light that filters through the window draws a hiss from the stirring dragon, irritation spiking indefinitely with the way she shoots up, blackened nails curling into into cotton sheets. )

“what the fuck.”

( * head pounding in her ears and chest, surprise competitions is notably the last thing yejin wants to deal with, lips drawn into a snarl and eyes squeezed shut. her teeth parts. angry. the door is on fire before anyone can react. and yejin is stumbling out before she realizes her balance is shit, eyes flashing green as she glances around, settling on wen with a sort of apologetic expression on flushed skin.

she is, without a doubt, useless like this.

it didn’t take long for her to shift, scales tearing through pale skin as she shrinks in stature — a yawning miniaturized dragon in her place.

only half awake (and full on drunk) it is a miracle in question that she even catches wen’s words, directing her attention bearily to jae while her claws curl into the third year’s shirt—her tail whips out across jae’s stomach once he nears, gesturing to his own forgotten equipment with the closest a dragon could come to an eye roll before she continues the climb up—opting to wiggle out of wen’s grasp to scale his frame and finally curl around his neck with a indignant huff. )

[rmyejin-blog]

i really came in here unprepared and did my pages in a frenzy—but hi i’m day and this is yejin, ala jaeger captain and unwilling mom of the edgiest kids on campus. (you’ve got a problem with any of the jaeger kids? not her problem.) i’m really wiped out right now so excuse if my tldr is a bit messy... 

                                                                                                     PROFILE // BIO // MUTATION

adopted at a young age, yejin was bscly brought home to play the role of a dead girl so her “mom” won’t die of heartbreak

needless to say she played her role as a demure proper rich girl very very well

has +1 “sibling” who hates her for it, they also attend gumi and yes it is a plot i will be requesting very soon!!

was accepted into lotus her first year here through some tough initiations even though she was more on the quiet/shy side

however, was kicked out her second year due to accidentally letting some sensitive information out to an alpha during one of the games

was quickly accepted by jaeger bc of idk reasons

and was picked for cap end of third year (and REALLY didn’t want to be cap but lost the vc spot in a game of rock paper scissors to yejun /:) 

and now she’s... a mom.... of sorts

OVERALL — years in jaeger has indefinitely toughed her up, although yejin still prefers a bit of silence and solitude at times. she has an incredibly volatile personality and is often fickle with what she wants/doesn’t want -- also is known to shift partial dragon forms to ward away conversation. has a lvl 100 rbf and knows she’s intimidating bc of it (which.. good... don’t talk to her she’s not good at it /:) and yes she’s kind of tsun and also binge-watches food reality shows and LOVES monster cage. don’t come and talk to her about your problems because she a) might not care b) def doesn’t know how to respond/deal c) 10/10 will tell her vc about it

EVENT PLOTS

she does NOT intend in staying in her cabin 10/10 will see her wander about

do dragons know how to fish? 

sneezed in your face bc pollen allergy and singed your eyebrows