#2ne1 fic

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/ basics

  ↳ birth name : min sunyoung // 민수영

  ↳ stage name : sol

  ↳ nickname(s) : sunnie, solar power

  ↳ d.o.b : november 25th, 1989

  ↳ origins : daegu, south korea

  ↳ hometown : daegu, south korea

  ↳ language(s) : korean [native.] ▪︎ english [fluent]

/ appearance

  ↳ faceclaim : heize (solo)

  ↳ height : 167cm

  ↳ body modifications : 3 tattoos

/ personality

  ↳ since her debut, fans have noticed sol's naturally sweet personality. she's always seen trying to help others and is always very cuddly and even romantic with her group mates and friends. even if she can keep a fierce or sexy image on stage, she loses her posture quickly as she's giggly and was always seen smiling when performing even when the other members were serious. she's also known to be a nostalgic person, even when she was in the group, she'd always compare their current promotions to their debut and even now she compares herself to 2ne1 sol.

  ↳ sexuality : bisexual

  ↳ zodiac : scorpio, snake

/ career

  ↳ occupation : idol, model, songwriter

  ↳ label : yg (2005 - 2016) // shower thoughts inc. (2017 - present)

  ↳ group : 2NE1 (2009 - 2016) // Solo (2018 - present)

  ↳ position(s) : lead vocalist, sub rapper (2ne1)

/ trivia

   ↳ still calls her fans "blackjacks" by accident sometimes;

   ↳ never really got over 2ne1's disbandment;

   ↳ now she's known as the queen of the classy-sexy concept;

   ↳ still publicly supports yg artists and treats them as her besties when they meet;

   ↳ has 2 dogs names lola and poppie;

[jeffersonhairpie]

Fandom: Big Bang (Band), 2NE1, YG Entertainment | YG Family Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kwon Jiyong | G-Dragon/Lee Chaerin | CL, Kwon Jiyong | G Dragon & Lee Chaerin | CL Summary: Jiyong calls Chaerin from London, just because.

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The Awakening

Summary: Four elements, four goddesses, four sisters, four unstoppable forces yearning to be free…

A/N: KIA ( @pocinamedia ) AND I ARE FINALLY TEAMING UP AND WE ARE BOTH SO JAZZED ABOUT THIS SERIES!! SO PLEASE ENJOY!

Eons ago, four goddesses forged from the strongest of wills and powers sat high upon the mounts of the world and ruled together in harmony, each using their powers to care for the mortals over which they reigned and keep the evils of darkness at bay. Time and time again, they showed with great skill and force that no one would stand in the way of peace or their sisterhood. Many tried to subdue them and many failed…until the greatest evil they’d ever faced turned the very powers they used to ensure their secure, peaceful rule as the ultimate weapons of their demise.

It all began with the goddess of Water. Bom was by all means a sweet soul. Granting children safe passage to the deepest of waters as they swam, their laughter tinkling melodies to her ears as they splashed happily. She watched them from the cliffs along the far edge of the shore, content and relaxed. She thought she might recline against the soft grass grown by her sister and nap under the warm rays of the sun. Until her eyes landed on the impending storm that could have only been brought by Him. Advancing steadily across the horizon, He brought with Him a fury of stinging rain and colossal waves. Raging waters, some she could not keep at bay, crashed small children and their mothers with so much force, limbs were torn from bodies. Heads rolled up and down the coast as blood tainted the turquoise waters a vile shade of indigo. For a split-second she wondered in horror how something could turn from a source of joy to pain so swiftly. But she funneled her horror into blind rage as she swore to avenge those innocent lives that had been senselessly taken. Hours turned into days which turned into weeks as she battled him relentlessly. Just as it seemed she had finally gained the upper hand, he overpowered her with brute force and unyielding attacks. A multitude of watery hands of his malicious creatures wrapped around her ankles and dragged her beneath the surface the water upon which she had so proudly stood. She cried out in desperation as she tried to claw and kick against their clutches as they forced her spirit into a stone statue riddled with the scales of dead fish. A final scream left her lips as the stone pressed against the sides of her neck, the water bubbling in her throat sent sonic waves shooting through the seas, causing a series of tsunamis to rip through every town in their pathways. Clearing the entire coastline of all life, she stripped his worshipers to the bone. The stone holding her captive now mirroring the the fury that was present in her eyes and the triumphant smirk upon her lips.

Hyolyn, the goddess of the Wind, was normally a peaceful spirit that could send a calming breeze to wipe away the sweat from a man’s brow but could just as easily strangle a man with the same gentle gust. As fierce as the storm winds He brought, she relentlessly defended her temples when hordes of his vicious vicious men dared try to defile her sacred ground and her beloved priestesses who swore fealty to her. On that fateful day, the very halls that were always decorated in pristine whites and soft greys was adorned in deep crimsons and pieces of flesh. Wind had become so enraged, she became a hurricane; her anger never ceasing, only fueling his storm more and leaving her spirit stranded at sea away from her sisters’ loving care. Only whispers of her remain. But they are lost to the wind. Her own source of power silencing her. Only those who are as still as the summer doldrums can hear her cries.

The goddess of Fire, although she could be as warm and docile as her sisters, was consumed with a fiery urge for retribution against the hellish fiends who pledged fealty to His great evil. When He dared to set his sights upon Hyuju's sacred pyres, the fierce goddess set ablaze every man who stepped foot near them. The shrieks and howls accompanying the sizzling crackles and pops of blistering flesh were a symphony to her ears. The ferocious flames she expertly commanded swept across the battlefields, leaving a scorching wake in their path as they marched towards the massive storm He hid within. For days on end her fire warred against the dark waters and harsh winds surrounding Him. The memories of her beautiful sisters burned brightly in her heart and fueled her in the moments she felt herself fading. She pushed forward against His forces, every step uncertain but full of power even when she was surrounded on all sides. With her back pressed against the rocky edge of the very volcano she once found respite in, she gave a final cry and released a molten wave of her grief, pain, and fury that burned so hotly, it pierced the stormy shroud and scarred His face. Enraged, He sent forth a tidal wave that pushed her into the sweltering core of the volcano, and He blew strong winds to freeze the lava, thus entrapping her in a cold prison.

The goddess of the Earth was the last to fall. She wept as she helplessly watched the very wood she nurtured from seed to sapling to strong and unbending be used to burn women and men alive at the brutal, unjust Trials. The heavy thudding of feet parading through the scorched land she had toiled over drowned out her shrieks of rage. The horde ripped down doors and used the bastardized imitation of her dear sister’s gift to set flame to her earthen children: Trees, flowers, mosses, even the SOIL reeked of cloyingly pungent smoke; not the pleasant, spiced fragrance brought by her sister’s warm touch. These cruel men used the molten flames of anger and destruction to permanently silence the cries of those true innocents they deemed unworthy of living. When the corrupted flames beat down upon her door, she was ready. Or so she thought. She could have easily handled them, turning the ground beneath them into quicksand that would swallow them whole or crushing them in wake of a landslide. But when her sanctuary fell to her feet in glowing embers, she fell too when she saw they had used what she cared for the most against her. Her beautiful vines were wrapped so tightly around the few children who had managed to escape the Trials. Helpless, she surrendered; pleading weakly for the children’s lives to be spared. The very vines she once controlled relinquished their deadly grip on the children and surged forward to bind her body in intricate knots as they forced her into the very earth she loved so much. The dirt around her far too damaged and too weak to manipulate, but plenty enough to bury her alive within this mineral catacomb. Slumber became her only reprieve from the horrified shrieks and pained cries of her marred children.

Locked in their elemental prisons as time crept slowly by, they helplessly waited to be needed enough to be yanked from their slumbers.

–Admin Lily & Admin Kia of @pocinamedia

[jeffersonhairpie]

AU request: the one with infinite ping pong balls

Allow me to explain what happened to Park Bom

By the time Chaerin gets the call, she’s almost given up hope.

“Meet me in the studio, bring the others,” Bom breathes down the phone. She sounds hopeful, she sounds victorious. 

So Chaerin calls up Minji and Dara, bundles them into the back of a taxi and sets off for YG HQ. 

“I’m so glad she’s ready to work on her music again, I’ve missed her,” Dara grins, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. Minji flips through her phone with an expression of calculated boredom, but there’s a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth too. 

When they arrive, there’s a ping pong ball sitting squarely in the lobby. Chaerin feels her stomach drop. “It’s just a coincidence,” she says all too brightly, and no one present believes her. 

They take the elevator to the second basement and march into the studio all smiles. Sure enough, Bom is waiting to greet them with excited squeals and enthusiastic hugs, she drags them into a group embrace babbling about how much she’s missed them all. 

Through the mess of limbs and greetings, Chaerin glances over Bom’s shoulder to the studio sofa. Perched on the arm rest is a ping pong ball tube. 

The ping pong ball tube. 

Chaerin steps back abruptly, “what the fuck is that doing here?”

“Well it’s not like I could leave it at home,” Bom laughs, “the last time I did that it leaked so badly my apartment flooded with the damn things.”

Minji and Dara clock what’s going on just as a ping pong ball shoots out of the top of the tube and clatters across the floor. Looking around, several others are visible, sitting under the desk and in the crevices of the sofa. 

“I thought you were gonna get rid of that thing!” Minji yelps as another ping pong ball pops out of the tube. 

Bom shrugs, “I tried everything, even threw it in a furnace but it sped up production and pushed itself out of the flames on a bed of ping pong balls. I can’t throw it in the ocean because it’s only gonna raise sea levels twice as fast as they’re already rising. What can I say? You can’t just get rid of an infinite supply of ping pong balls, and I’ve spent long enough trying. It’s time for me to start making music again.”

“So what? You’re just bringing it back here and now it’s all of our problem?” Minji looks supremely unamused. 

“It’s not a problem though!” Bom beams, rushing over to the mixing desk to fiddle with some of the controls, “I’ve been working on some really cool beats using the sounds it makes.”

She flicks a switch and the studio fills with the sounds of ping pong balls, bouncing off things in a complex and somewhat hard to follow rhythm, but it’s not bad. There’s definitely the beginnings of an interesting beat there. 

The ping pong tube, as ever, appears to be sentient, and starts popping out balls in time to the beats coming over the speakers. Chaerin glares daggers at it, but she supposes it can stay for now.