#eun seong

[helianthus21]

rating kdrama villains by whether they'd win in a fight against han-seok

[angelolytle]

Godless Punks: Prologue

Eun

Six years ago

Screams and the slick splatter of blood across Eun's cheek jarred her from dreams of home. Her eyes snapped open. Spider-like grey limbs towered all around her bedroll, leading up, up, to a creature that wasn't supposed to exist.

Its glassy black eyes reflected Eun’s pale face and Mal's corpse, impaled on its leg beside Eun, the fellow mercenary's blood darkening the sand. He was an older man, kind, who liked to tell tales of his travels. He reminded Eun of her uncle.

Eun held her breath, unblinking, immobile, every muscle locked up no matter how she pleaded with them to move. The creature raised its leg. It stabbed downward with savage force.

She rolled out of the way just before the limb pierced her bedding.

Seizing her sword from the ground beside her, Eun unsheathed it, leapt to her feet and swung at the monster with a strangled shout. The impact rattled through her arms as if her blade had struck metal, the sword clanging uselessly against a hard shell.

It slammed its limb into her stomach as if flicking away an ant, the impact sending her flying, the breath knocked out of her chest. Her body slammed into the wall of the rocky outcropping they had taken shelter under and her head took a hard knock. Sand kicked up around her as she fell to the ground, black fuzzing her vision.

Gasping, Eun struggled to push herself onto her hands and knees. Gunshots and yells and pleas for help drowned beneath the ringing in her ears.  Chaos consumed the camp as the creatures overran it, so many of them, twisted and horrible things. The pack animals were long gone, spooked off into the night. The merchants scrambled over each other to get away as the mercenaries fell one by one. Men she had traveled with for weeks, ate with, laughed with, trusted to watch her back at night—their insides were strewn across the sand.

Eun crawled across the ground. She was supposed to protect them. She was supposed to . . .

The ground shook beneath pounding hooves. Eun raised her head dazedly, taking in dark figures riding camels, rifles slung across their backs, the lower halves of their faces covered with bandanas. Her heart sank.

Bandits.

The leader at the front barked something Eun didn’t understand and hurled a bottle at one of the creatures. Glass shattered on its armored body and sent dark liquid cascading down. As the creature screeched and hurtled after him, the masked man banked sharply on his camel. One by one, the bandits followed suit in hurling bottles, luring the creatures away from the camp.

Moments before he could be speared on a claw-like leg, the leader of the bandits lit a match and threw it.

The monster let out a horrible shriek. Eun’s vision blurred.

The last thing she remembered was fire, consuming everything.

***

Violent sunlight burnt its way into Eun’s eyelids. She opened them and regretted it, a croak straining through her gritty throat. Her head throbbed and spun sickeningly. Clenching her fist in the sand, she forced herself up. 

The monsters. Memories of the previous night slamming into her, she inhaled sharply and staggered to her feet. Her sword. Where was it? There was no trace of it in the sand.

She staggered into the carnage. The campsite was a graveyard, lined with bodies both human and not. The charred remains of the awful creatures sent a shudder through Eun. She gave them a wide berth, almost afraid they would skitter back to life. With her hand cupped over her mouth, she swallowed bile as she stepped over gore. She eyed a bullet hole in a merchant’s forehead. If there had been any other survivors, the bandits must have finished them off.

Dead. They were all dead. Sightless eyes stared into the Urn Desert, accusing it of taking everything from them. The bandits had left nothing. The camels were gone. So were the packs with all their food and water. There was no trace of the silks and wares the merchants had been transporting. Eun had failed. With the merchants dead and the wares stolen, she would never be paid.

Eun sank to her knees. Alone. Miles of empty desert surrounding her in every direction. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she reached out and brushed her palm over Mal’s eyes, letting them close peacefully.

She could still hear his voice clearly. Sixteen? What’s a girl like you doing, getting caught up in this kind of business?

She thought of her uncle’s feverish eyes and the rattle in his lungs as he begged her to stay. Her little sister’s arms wrapping tight around her waist. Maybe they were right all along. Maybe she would die in the Urn, never to see her family again, all for nothing.

But Eun would be damned if she would lie down and let the birds pick at her bones.

The caravan had been less than a day out from the city of Srinas when they made camp. She could make it on foot. She stood, tears running down her cheeks, whispering an apology to the men she couldn’t save and couldn’t bury. And beneath the burning sun, she set out into the desert.

She would make it to Srinas. She would make it back home.

Or die trying.

[moonlightdramas]

[angelolytle]

Eun from Godless Punks

[angelolytle]

can we get some soft fun facts about eun please? thank you my life depends on it

(From this ask game) Bringing some soft Eun facts in stat!!!!! <3 What she smells like: Kinda earthy/musky in a clean way! Like uhhh sandalwood or Egyptian musk What her favorite smells are: Herbal tea smells, citrus What she sleeps in: Sometimes she dozes off in the clothes she was wearing that day, but if she actually gets ready for bed, she’ll wear a nightgown Favorite ship and a cute hc about them: Eun and Kamali ofc!! A cute fact is that Eun has a hard time focusing on what Kamali is saying sometimes because she gets distracted by admiring how cute Kamali’s freckles are. Favorite friendship and a cute hc about them: Miles and Eun! Miles looks up to Eun and has emulated her over the years to try and be as cool and badass as she is. Another song that reminds me of her: Running Up That Hill (Placebo cover) What animal she would be if she were an animal: Hmm uhh... either an elephant or a tiger! What position she sleeps in: On her back, arms folded over her chest Her favorite drink: Herbal tea! A gift I would give her if I could: A photo of her family

[angelolytle]

Character Trait Tag Game

Thank you to @cloverwriteswords for the tag! I’ll be doing this for Miles and Eun from Godless Punks.

Rules: Rate your OCs by highlighting which option they fit on each of the trait scales.

Distrusting · Cautious · Loyal · Faithful · Too Trusting

Ignorant · Suspicious · Discerned · Shrewd · Know-it-all

Shy · Reserved · Sociable · Outgoing · Pushy

Stingy · Thrifty · Frugal · Generous · Careless with resources

Cowardly · Scared · Fearful · Brave · Reckless

Tongue tied · Timid · Communicative · Eloquent · Talks over people

Self-doubting · Unsure · Confident · Self-assured · Arrogant

Tagging: @onceihadadream @marlettwrites @kalis-scribbles and anyone who wants to do this!

[angelolytle]

Happy STS!!! What beverages would your characters be and why??

Thank you! This was a hard one, so I only picked the characters I had a good answer for.

Miles: a vodka cranberry cocktail, because he’s tart and will leave you with a headache. (plus it was first marketed as a cocktail called the Red Devil in 1940!)

Eun: tea, because she’s laidback and calming, but alert, versatile, and respected as a leader.

Karim: lemonade, because he can be a bit sour, but also very sweet.

Ifrit: absinthe, because it’s been regarded as dangerous in the past, he’s bitter, and he packs a punch.

[angelolytle]

Mayhaps a line from page 80?

(Send me a number and I’ll post a line I am proud of from that page number!) Thanks for the ask!

"What you're trying to do, you're going to get there. You're you." Kamali's thumbs rubbed circles over Eun's skin as she brought Eun's hand to her chest. Eun had never had the wind knocked out of her by a gentle touch before, and yet. Kamali smiled around a bashful laugh. "Am I making any sense? What I mean to say is . . . it's going to be okay."