#VICTORYย !ย ย We finally made it, huh ?ย ย Take two !
hello everyone !ย itโsย โya girl, bonnie (she/her, 21+) cominโ in with that very delayed intro post since tumblr is a bully. i hope youโre excited, because i am - for jeon komi, i mean.. your resident * secret * heir looking to uncover mysteries buried deep in her familiesโ past; all while looking like a complete princess for her online blog and influencer life. sheโs brand spankinโ new to this small town & looking for lovelies to call her own. so, why donโt you check out some pages or click the read more ?ย i know itโll also be really fun if you drop down a hex code or color name in the replies for a wonderful little surprise, hm ?ย
February 1998 would be something many claim as a.. tragedy, or, better yet, a curse. Starlight Bay claimed their first major event that had flooded a decent portion of the city - introducing the beginning of an ancient ghost story,ย โThe Jeon Family Disappearanceโ.ย It just deems bad luck that the next following heir, Jeon Jaejoon, had birthed his first child exactly a year later on February 18th when the missing family was officially announced as deceased.
Jeon Komi was born beautiful. She radiated the idealistic traits from her mother and could easily squish her way into anything she wanted. The girl lived a quite normal life, well, as normal as one could be living within the high class capital of Gangnam. From golden spoons to titlements, everything was easy.
From a young age Komi had always been more on the creative side - even to the point she scribbled on walls, tore and restitched clothing, honestly creating some trouble for her parents as she had to always add something of herself to anything she did. The only way they found to ease her impulsive outbursts were stories of fairytales and happy endings like it was some therapy session to become the perfect princess. (This alone later drilled into her head extreme unrealistic romantic realities, becoming the sole reason for failed relationships or her being able to express emotions in a healthy way).
It wasnโt until her entry in middle school did she begin makeup, something her mother decided to share with her over Komiโs natural creativity. This, of course, easily became a stress output for the girl. She wasnโt just good, she was professional.ย It came so naturally for her. She could utilize makeup products like they were brushes - what a boost in popularity this was for her as beauty was herย norm.
Barbie? No. Mean Girls? Maybe. Stereotypical popular pretty girl? Yes!
@BAEMI! Such a cute idea. A combination of her motherโs maiden name and Komiโs generation name. It was, quirky? Easy to remember. Easy to search. Easy to trend. Naver blog, Instagram, Tik Tok, Twitter; followers blew up with her unique fashion and makeup ideas - thoughts and fans full of wanting to be alike to such an outspoken rich girl. I mean, who wouldnโt want to read on how BAEMI does her morning routines or the aesthetics of her phone? This quickly became her dream and something she worked hard at most. The only next thing is to finally create her own brand as a professional business.
Perhaps that smileโs a little fake, the one printed all over her bursting instagram? Yeah. Perhaps this life of feeling as theย โperfect princessโ or the schoolโs local queen, isnโt all that itโs worked up to be. At home her father continued to stress day after day, lashing out in verbal violence. She could never understand why; she could never figure out where heโd go or disappear to for weeks. Whyโd mother always lock away certain rooms or prevent Komi from listening in on some phone conversations. It didnโt matter after a little, she stopped caring. She allowed the secrecy and continued to live her life the best she could despite a bubbling curiosity.
Oh no.
No.
What?
โKomi, darling.. Your father he-โ Her world shattered. 2020. Her first major life experience that wasnโt a glossed up storybook. Things changed so quickly, so fast. Her mother pushed and shoved lawyers towards her way. At first the girl couldnโt comprehend what was going on. Then it clicked like a heavy weight.ย
Komi already knew she was destined to claim the heir of the Jeon Group, something previously owned by her uncle and aunt, which sheโs never met. She only remembers faded photos and videos via her father, the yearly ceremonies of those praying for the mysterious return. Was she ready? Could she handle it? How does this even work?
The year went by quickly as she adjusted to such a change and extreme case of responsibility. Lots of paperwork and court cases. Even.. arguments with her mother. A mother who wanted to take claim on the Jeon Group and destroy a home sheโs spent a summer with her father at. Why would she want to do that?
To say the least, today, Komi made her way to the small town which claimed the very home her aunt and uncle used to reside. Sheโs trying her best to fight for ownership, to reclaim that land and start a new chapter of her life before her mother demolishes something so important to her father.
Exchanging mini skirts and printed thigh highs to formal suits and responsibilities. Itโs harder than it looks given that everything was always handed to her like it came out of a story book. Itโs time to grow up, itโs time to stop treating life like weโre still in high school. Yet her mindset bounces back and forth with uncertainty of were sheโs going.
I guess you could call it quite the redemption story..
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ย ย ย Komi couldnโt stop the groan from surpassing her lungs once she came to realization just how late it truly was. The sun had long been set with nothing but the moon supporting the night by shining its way through the large curved window. She even had streaks of paint blotted all over her pretty features and skin, let alone the amount imprinted onto her jeans and crop top ไธ possibly wasnโt the best idea to expose her stomach to the sticky liquid, yet she paid no mind to it.
ย ย ย All she cared for in that moment was the manor which she currently resided in at nearly.. three in the morning. She only desired was to scrub away bits of graffiti and resort the massive housing into something as close as it originally was. It just clearly appeared that every bit of effort sheโs given towards the mansion, would be quickly taken away by some drunk teenagers or disrespectful adults who see this lovely home as nothing but the cityโs ghost story.
ย ย ย How friggen annoying.
ย ย ย She felt safe despite the lateness of the day, well, she thought she did. She constantly found herself checking the closed door to the master bedroom that she was repainting, constantly feeling the chill on the back of her neck, constantly feeling uneasy. The entire ideas was only given a heightened sense when footsteps could be heard creaking down the hallway. Itโs not as if she wasnโt expecting at least one person to somehow appear within the building, it just was a concept she wasnโt willing to admit yet for her own sanity.
ย ย ย Typically a girl as small as herself would hide, theyโd find the best case to get out of the house, yet she felt frustrated. Anger flourished through every fiber of her being in mere seconds, itโs like she lost sight of herself while her body guided everything for her. From lifting up a dirty paint brush (like thatโd do anything of aid), to storming outside of the roomย ไธ it felt surreal to her.
ย ย ย โWhat are you doing here?โ
ย ย ย Even that tone that could drip of poison felt surreal.ย
ย ย ย โYou knowไธ I could have you arrested forย trespassing.ย You canโt just walk into someone elseโs property like you own the place itโs rude. What more could you people possibly want with this house? Youโve all already torn it apart. Donโt you want to let the family rest?โ
ย ย ย Komiโs breath became erratic, all forms of negative emotions flowing in and out of her. Her fingers had clenched down onto the paintbrush as she looked towards the direction of a much taller shadow, yet fear didnโt seem to make its way into her head. Besides, thereโs not exactly any way for her to step out of the scenario as she had already babbled her way into a near perfection confession.
ย ย ย The thunder shivered her down to the core as light streaks echoed into her small apartment. Autumn by far was her least favorite holiday when it came to the weather tendenciesไธ as thunderstorms were simply not her forte. In fact, they were something that instilled fear in the girl in the strangest of ways. Who would have believed such a thing anyways? Besides, she had more mental strength than one could imagine.
ย ย ย The only way to properly comfort herself from the ruthless storm was a cup of hot chocolate and old chick flics sheโs yet to watch, all while curled up underneath her favorite knitted blanket. She paid no mind to her constantly dinging phone in the kitchen, instead she had long indulged herself into the American movie displayed on her television screen. At least, until the doorbell rang in a series of beeps that it seemed far too critical to ignore.
ย ย ย โAshtไธ?โ
ย ย ย Komiโs voice was interrupted by the familiar male seeping past her and into the warmly lit apartment. All she could comprehend was how.. wet.. he was from the rain outdoors. It felt strange, odd, weird. There were so many words to put into the current situation, but the moment she saw the expression on his face, every previous thought was dropped in mere seconds.
ย ย ย โHey, is everything okay? What happened? Youโre drenched, Ash..โ
๏น ย @nonevanishedโ ย โฉ ย ย ไธย ย โWhy did you come here?โย !
ย ย ย Struggle much?ย ย Komi could hardly hold the bottle in her hand as she.. attempted.. to climb to the top of the pier without ripping one of her precious artificial nails. She had a rather difficult time trying to remember what got her in this situation in the first place - but it was a little too late to do anything else about it as she finally scooted her way onto the frame of the boardwalk, legs dangling through the holes to hover over Starfall Bayโs wondrous body of water.
ย ย ย โYou looked kind of lonely,โ was the instant response,ย โand itโs really dark out.โ She permitted a sweet beam (completely out of character) towards the strangerโs direction in hopes to comfort the male that she wasnโt here for any negative purpose. It just so happened to be that she indulged on a late night walk with a bottle of champagne to keep her company and away from troubling thoughts of her future, but somehow came across him.
ย ย ย โShould I go? I just figured.. that no one really wants to be alone.โ
ย ย ย โI have champagne...โ she spoke quietly with the bottle gently placed onto the pier frame, as if that would benefit her in the situation; but who knows, maybe the lonesome boy needs some alcohol in his system to survive in such a small town.
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42.ย ย What is a habit you wish you could unlearn ?
โI talk a lot.โ Is that considered a habit? She didnโt really ponder on the question since the answer given is one of her largest insecurities that has been outlined by commenters and followers since the dawn of time. Itโs not something she could help since not enough people enjoy listening to her ideas or babbles of any possible dissipated thoughts in her head. It is just a habit she tends to do when anyone decides to pay her an ear. Perhaps, a concept sheโs picked up from her father.
โLike, too much. A lot. I donโt even notice sometimes that Iโm blabbing about something until itโs too late. It is rather the awkward situation that I donโt like putting others into. Embarrassing, right? I donโt think I know anyone whoโd be willing to sit through with that.โ
41. What is your most important possession? / 71. Do you have any vices?
41.ย What is your most important possessionย ?
Thereโs absolutely no way sheโd even falter the idea of telling the truth. Of course, when the question was first asked, a certain item already became clear, one that entails family heirlooms and history. It had been passed down generation to generation; an object that had previously gone missing several years prior due to a forgotten city tragedy. Who was she to expose a secret so dear to her? No. She couldnโt.
"Check my bank account. Itโd be anyoneโs favorite possession.โ
Right..
71.ย Do you have any vices ?
โDo I need to answer that honestly?โ She couldnโt help but let out a small titter by mistake; instantaneously covering her mouth when she realized the small informality. โBecause, to be real with you, I probably have too many. Are you sure this was the right thing to ask?โย Strangely, the question caught her curiosity for how outspoken and bunt it is. Sheโs never been one to enjoy those sugar-coated idiotic questions, so why not just go along for the ride?ย
โIf you, really reallyย want me to be honest, I guess I can be quite arrogant, or brag and be boastful about it, cupidity - the list goes on. Why donโt you try searching it on Naver? Iโm sure the entire list is something you can relate to me somehow. But, thatโs just pure honesty.โ
Memories of flattened daisies and a specific pretty boy had already etched into her mind by the second.ย โAh, well,โ she hesitates for a brief second.ย โYes. But - havenโt we all experienced that by now? Thatโs pretty common and normal, right?โย
Komi began to feel slightly uneasy with the question as time began to pass by with every short stutter formed from her mouth. She no longer was sure how to properly react to the situation aside from sitting there silently, fidgeting with the edge of her white plaid pleated skirt. Things alike to this always makes her feel rather.. awkward.. since the topic had become something sheโs long buried into the back of her mind as an idea that never actually happened in the first place.
โItโs quite easy to fall in love with the wrong person.โ
โSee the horizon. See the sun thatโs coming awake there, or perhaps itโs retiring for the moon now; see the golds and pinks and the promise of a sunny dayโs blue, or perhaps the indigos and violets stark behind stars.ย See the one that approaches, their gait and their pace and the clothes that hang off their figure. Most details are lost to the distance, but if you look and listen hard enough, you might be able to discern their identityโฆโ
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TW: Death.
โย ย Describe your muse as best as possible in a single sentence.
โSheโs standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much more she can take.โ
โย ย Describe your muse as horribly as possible in a single sentence.
โI just gotta kiss myself sometimes, Iโm so f*cking pretty.โ
โ Describe your museโs voice.
Honey drips at the seams every time her lips dictate any form of noise. Itโs sweet, delicate, gentle - perhaps, formal. She has been trained since a young age to maintain posture and reduce aggressiveness or excessive negative language due to her growth of rank. The classes have always been about creating a purr as opposed to a stuttering, unconfident statement. As, for a woman, in such an industry, one must be taken seriously by the way they stride or maintain themselves. Maybe if you leaned a little closer, listened a little more, there could be something seething in her undertones of dishonesty and toxic intentions.
โ Describe your museโs fashion sense.
Fashion to her is more than cute clothings, but rather an expression of personality, uniqueness, and showcasing her own self-confidence. From pleated skirts, thigh highs, short dresses, and high heels - sheโs maintained the typicalย โrich girlโ aesthetic by the amount of high end brands endorsing her look. However, she enjoys a twist, her own sense of self in her clothings by either: cutting, restyling, recoloring, or repurposing.. which makes all of her closet options simply distinctive to only her. Nothing about her fashion sense would be found on anyone else, but her. It is what she has taken the most pride in over the course of several years as her style continuously evolves into something of a more formal business woman. No, you wonโt ever catch her looking basic, even if sheโs dead.
โ Give a quote of something your muse has said before.
โHow many funerals can someone attend before theyโre twenty?โ Black adorned her frame a little too perfectly for the event, at least, if you ignored any dark circles coated underneath her eyes that were negligent to constant appraisal; yet the mirror mounted in-front of her paid no mind to highlighting all of those small details to her. She knew she looked like a mess and didnโt need the untrustworthy reminder. โMiss. Jeon, thatโs inappropriate.โ Komiโs eyes rolled at such a statement since she nearly forgot someone else accompanied her in the tight space. โBut, itโs true.โ
โ What fable, mythic, or fairy tale character would your muse best play the role of?
Sleeping beauty; her favorite princess.
โPrincess Aurora (also known as Briar Rose) is the protagonist of Disney's 1959 animated feature film, Sleeping Beauty. She is the daughter of King Stefan and Queen Leah. On the day of her christening, Aurora was cursed to die by the evil fairy Maleficent. Due to the efforts of three good fairies, the curse was altered to instead draw Aurora into a deep sleep that could only be broken by true love's kiss.โ
โ Which archetype best describes your muse?
The Lover.
โThe lover archetype represents play and sensual pleasure. They like to live in the moment and are appreciative of the physical environment. They try to be more attractive physically, and emotionally. They crave intimacy and enjoy being in a relationship with people. The lover archetype is also known as a friend, spouse, team builder, partner, and sensualist. The lover archetype is probably the most passionate, but they have a tendency to lack discipline. They want to stay young, innocent, and pure. They remain one of the most likable of archetypes.โ
โYour temperament is Sanguine. The Sanguine temperament is fundamentally spontaneous and pleasure-seeking; Sanguine people are sociable and charismatic. They tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be boisterous. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when they pursue a new hobby, they lose interest as soon as it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much a people persons. They are talkative and not shy. Sanguines generally have an almost shameless nature, certain that what they are doing is right. They have no lack of confidence.โ
โ Describe your museโs favorite memory.
Four years old, a memory at its earliest stage, yet so delicate and precious. The young girl trotted after her father in a near skip, smiles echoed on both of their features. This was the first time she found herself glued to the manโs side in endearment rather than fear; something of a new emotion for her to experience. But, It was only given that her attention faltered onto the beautifully decorated frames of different generations alongside the wall by her. Curiosity at its finest, one that her father indulged in while they toured the vacant manor.ย โOne day itโll be yourโs, darling. Your own castle that you can protect.โ At the time, of course, she didnโt fully understand the definition behind his words, yet the idea alone gave nothing but a euphoric feeling as her fingers laced together with his.ย โYou can do that for me, right?โ
โ Name something your muse will always believe in.
Destiny & soulmates.
โ Name a song that would play during the opening of a movie about your museโs life.
Worst Behavior by Ariana Grande
โ Going out or staying in?
Going out.
โ Read the book or watch the movie?
Read the book.
โ Talk during a movie or absolutely not?
No. What do you think this is?
โ Sing to a song, hum along, or people should just stay quiet and enjoy listening to the song?
She wouldnโt be able to decide herself.
โ Windows up while youโre driving or roll them down?
Wait, sheโs allowed to drive?
โ A wizard casts a spell on your muse that reveals their true colors. No, literally. The wisp of an aura is beginning to form around your muse. What color is it?
Crimson twirled around her in a deep fog. It felt suffocating as if air was forced out of her lungs within mere seconds, being replaced by nothing but the encasements of red. She knew very well that she deprives herself into two different personalities. She just didnโt expect the full showcase to cause such an intense pressure down against her chest. Red..? The color of love, creativity, passion, adventure, energy, and so many more beautiful things. Although, all she could think about were the colorโs relativity to danger and aggression. Thereโs no way to tell which is the true or honest tell of her character.
โ A wizard casts a spell on your muse that reveals their true nature. Smoke curls around your muse, accompanied by distant sounds of wildlife. When the smoke clears, what animal is standing in your museโs place?
The previously suffocating smoke finally cascades from her senses. Opposed to the expected, a small fox appears in her wake, sounds of birds and leaves in the wind peeking from the distance. Many appeal to the fox as an ideal spirit animal by the way they follow signs of loyalty, independence, adaptability, beauty, and positive signs of luck. This is something she felt she could agree with as well as understand despite the strange circumstances. Itโs what she didnโt know is the entire reason behind her revealed spirit; that the foxes are the royalties of mischievousness and tricks.
โ A wizard (is this still the same wizard?) casts a spell on your muse that allows them to see what they most desire right here, right now, right in front of them. What do they see?
It seems these strange events never stop. This realization dawned on her the moment a figure shaped in-front of her, a figure so familiar yet unknown. The figure reached out to her with worry printed on their ghostly features. She didnโt know how to react at first, it was only natural that her hand reached out to his, an unforced smile tugging at the edges of her lips. When their fingers touched, all shades of color and light became possible. It became easy. It felt like fireworks plus all previous negative emotions or pressures ceasing to exist in his wake. She believed that this was her fate, the one sheโs destined to be with. At least, until the figure lifted her small frame off the floor in a more maternal stance. Her eyes grew wide while everything around her froze.ย โFa-..โ
โ A wizard (why havenโt they given up yet?) casts a spell on your muse that forces them to see what they are most afraid of. What do they see?
Within an instant, everything vanishes from her line-sight. Nothing but pure darkness surrounds her, not even indications of time or location. Her heart begins to pound inside her chest as panic shivers its way down every nerve and fiber of her being. Where is she? Where did everyone go? The girl paces back and forth before eventually running anywhere she could go without truly feeling like sheโs moving at all. In the end, her body falls down to her knees as weakness or hopelessness settles into her bones; a broken sob stuck in the back of her throat. Being alone is the most tragic feeling anyone could experience.
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