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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 ↳ for @jamiechr

gentle breezes caress damp cheeks, as the moon cascades the ocean tides towards faith, safe from their mini cataclysms under the weight of the cashmere blanket she has pulled securely around her arms. she’s perched haphazardly on the beach far away from the rest of the occupants of the nams’ private island, shedding her emotions in silence and solitude like she has always preferred. there’s something strangely lonely about gathering with her hannam high schoolmates for things like this, and there always has been. maybe because part of her still suspects that none of it truly holds a place for someone like...her.

she’s not sure if the salt on her tongue is from her own tears, or the expanse of sea before her, and she doesn’t really care; it’s time to stop wallowing. she only allows herself brief moments of weakness before it’s time to pick herself up and carry on, and that’s precisely what she did. her walk back towards the beautifully crafted cottages is mostly uneventful. everyone seems to be so abuzz with gossip and inner turmoil that her disheveled appearance goes unnoticed, for which she’s grateful.

she’s almost to the safety of her own designated cottage when a rather striking distraction enters her vision. across the way stands ahn jamie in all her angelic glory, bathed in moonlight and summer stars. faith knows that she shouldn’t, but her feet aren’t really listening to reason. she’d just felt so lonely lately, and once upon a time, jamie’s presence was a panacea to that painful, confused feeling. she’s lacking every bit of confidence she typically tries to force on herself, but things seem to be flowing of their own volition. “hey jamie,” her raw voice rushes to greet the other before she can stop herself.

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𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ↳ for @chrkhai

perhaps when one sees as many infinity pools perched precariously on the sides of skyscrapers as faith udomprecha has, you have truly seen them all, but she can’t muster up an excuse for just how underwhelmed she is by this party. not that the hosts of said party would probably care about her opinion of it, considering faith had never technically been on the receiving end of a proper invite. still, she’d half expected the thrill of crashing the gathering to be its own prize, but she isn’t exactly feeling rewarded. there’s something about being surrounded by such mundane opulence that feels utterly worthless and boring. she’s just as happy tucked away inside some hole in the wall club somewhere, she thinks, leaning longingly against the marless panes of glass separating her from the illuminated swimming pool, as water spills cautiously over its side. she just wants something to happen.

faith tears herself away from solitude, her social energy not even remotely restored; but this is what parties are all about, isn’t it? after all, she didn’t show up to this soirée alone, she’d dragged along her partner in crime. coffee hued eyes scan the room of trust fund babies and socialites, looking for one kang khai. his strikingly boyish features and narrowed gaze typically stood out from the crowd pretty effortlessly, so she knows he’s elsewhere in the apartment. the suite stands deceptively large and maze-like, strewn about with the most uninspiring white lights rich twenty-somethings could manifest.

there’s a commotion nearby, she realizes, winding around another hallway. voices in a nearby superfluous sitting room, and her stomach is sinking. the tones seem combative, defensive...possibly angry? was this her fault? ‘i’m such an idiot,’ she scolds herself, knowing full well she and her constant cravings for risk taking had placed the pair of them at this party. she finally approaches the right room, and sees one of the partygoers antagonizing khai. her lip corners rear back in a glare at him, but she keeps her distance. she knows khai doesn’t need her help diffusing the situation...hopefully.

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sunanchr​:

He’s sure of it the closer he gets, footsteps apace with an immutable excitement that grows with his certainty. Her silhouette a vivacious spark outlined against the horizon, night sky alit with a similar eagerness, bursts of hot color splayed out in a kaleidoscopic bloom. He thinks it’s a suitable metaphor for her, too. Resplendence behued itself any which way against the black veil, a flurry of scattering pigments ablaze even brighter for it. She’s like that, to him: on fire.

She’s not entirely sure how long she’s been standing there, allowing the many hued pyrotechnics to consume her entire vision; letting their dramatic, sky-conquering bellows fill her ears with a specific comfort she could only find in loud places. It’s habitual, like most acquired behaviors would become for anyone, how she seeks the most boisterous of environments for her own sanity. It’s a place where she can finally think for once in her life. She’s already had to sacrifice her heels to make the mild hike to the hilltop, and a small section off the bottom of her dress has torn away entirely, but she doesn’t even waste a second with regrets.

Her lips, dressed in a smooth, peachy palette rest against her half empty glass of rosé with the faintest hint of a content grin gracing them. Another sonorous blast reverberates against the heavens and nearly threatens to disrupt her stature as well as her beverage, but she stands steadfast against it, as still as death. It reminds her of a packed club, cheering patrons and clamorous speakers that bounce with their mammoth size and overworked bass controls. It feels like home. She almost imagines hearing a voice that sounds like home, too.

There’s a lull in the display, a brief moment to gather her bearings, but now? Faith hears music. It’s unmistakable...it’s the same song that she’d always tied to that voice. The voice she’d always tied to beautiful worlds beyond the frame of a painting; places she wanted to visit and explore, because it would mean being wrapped up in him - someone she’d become so attached to in her youth. She’s blissed out on fireworks surrounded by people she grew up with, it’s surely just the nostalgia getting to her. Right? For a split second, she lets her mind wander back to that voice she misses so much before hearing it again; much clearer this time, and definitely in the flesh.

With a curious twirl of her ripped dress, Faith turns to face the source of these achingly entrancing distractions. The display that resounds behind her gets eclipsed by the full smile that has taken shape on her face, marred only by the few strands of her hair that blow by in a light breeze. He seems almost apologetic in how he greets her - but he must know by now, she could never perceive him as anything but a celestial presence in her sky. “Ha...I know, it’s not really my usual scene, is it?” She remarks, offering an amused shrug. “There’s something about food and fireworks that will make me tolerate anything, though.” Faith’s words are like the soft wave echoes in a sea cave compared to the absolute mayhem behind them both. She offers a glance down to his phone, as the beats seamlessly mingle with colorful explosions. “I’m so glad you still listen to that,” she’s delighted at the prospect, though it’s not at all surprising.

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omg i don't know why tumblr isn't letting me send you a dm but :''((( hi bb welcome to charmed! i'm miya and i hope you have a wonderful time here!!! ♡♡ i hope we can have the chance to plot soon xoxo since tumblr is being wonky with messaging, if you're ever down for plotting feel free to add me on discord!! my ID is miya#8158 <3

hello omg, tumblr did this to somin's mun as well!! idk what is going on but i just added you on discord bb, my id is ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴏᴄ#4920 <3

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/ hello again! i just wanted to throw this out there: since a lot of ppl are having issues with ims and things and so many ppl are using disc*rd, i decided to make one lol! you can add me @ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴏᴄ#4920 nd if it takes me a bit of time to respond it's bcuz i am dumb + figuring out how to use it ;-;

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*waves* bonjour & bon jovi everyone! i'm really stoked to be here, as i've been eyeing the premise of this group for quite some time, and finally found the courage to bring a muse in! and what a messy lovely muse she is. no but seriously i have a soft spot for her and am super excited to write her with you all! so if you'd like to read more about this rebel with a cause who's still struggling with loving herself in some complex ways, pls do click the cut below for some quick info and important links that will delve more into detail! as always, if any plots interest you, or if you'd just like to plot something based on chemistry / muse personality, feel free to ♡ this post, and i'll im you to chat! ( oriewortireo unfortunately i'm a boomer trapped in a 23 yo's body who doesn't use discord 🤡 )

tw: child abuse / abandonment, drug & alcohol use

so faith's full biography can be found here, you can view some stats over here, and finally, there's some wanted plots on this page right here! below is a slightly condensed version of her backstory so you can get the gist of everything! :)

faith had a very abusive upbringing at the hands of her mother, who was a rather famous actress who'd made the transition from thailand to south korea, and become a huge star in their film and drama industry.

despite the woman's fame and success, she had a horrible reputation among her peers due to the underhanded and downright cruel things she'd do to others in the profession to get herself ahead.

after faith's father was discovered having an affair with the family's maid, he left the home behind as well as his daughter. faith's mother's anger only got more intense, at having her perfect family image destroyed in the public eye.

her daughter bore the brunt of this anger, of course, as she was the only target the woman had left. she'd found a way to blame faith for the separation and eventual divorce, as it seemed to easiest way for someone so vitriolic to deal with rejection.

faith eventually came to believe the vile things her mother told her, developing an unhealthy dislike for herself and an appetite for self destruction as she entered her teens and began attending hannam.

she'd go to parties she was too young for; drinking, inhaling or swallowing any hallucinogen anyone would offer her, just wanting to feel anything but her mother's tight, painful grip on her wrist. wanting to hear something other than morbid threats, teardowns and insults was essentially the only thing keeping her going. chasing the next high to cope with the crushing lows.

on one particular weekend, she and a couple of friends from hannam high school snuck into a nightclub. after some illegitimately attained cocktails and a dare, the group took over the dj booth while the dj was in the bathroom.

this was the night faith fell in love with the idea of being a dj. the crowd, the music; sounds filling her ears besides her mother's shrill voice? it was the escapism she'd always been searching for.

it was through her journey to learn the craft that she met the person who'd have a huge impact on her life, for better and for worse.

he was the lead singer of a fairly popular band, even though faith wasn't overly familiar. he seemed sweet and nice; like another escape to her. he was helpful with her musical aspirations, making her feel like she really mattered. she eventually was even able to book paid jobs at clubs thanks to his influence.

and there were a couple of happy years out of it, during which faith thought she'd finally found a light beacon in the storm she'd been navigating since she was a child. the only thing that seemed strange was his insistence on keeping things a secret.

there turned out to be a reason for it; he had a penchant for keeping a whole slew of girls in the wings to satiate his desires. one of them happened to be an actress, and things had gone public on a gossip news site; this is precisely where faith had the privilege of learning the news.

after breaking things off, it was all faith could do to pour herself into her deejaying and become a fvcking badass who put herself first (sometimes). she became something of a local celebrity in seoul on the club circuit, and even took to making original music rather than just remixing the works of others.

her diligence earned her some local airplay on a small electronica radio station, and hearing her own original song emanating from an actual, real radio station was the most awash in true confidence she'd ever felt.

sadly just moments later, she had the wind knocked out of her when she stumbled upon another song while changing the dials; one by her ex's band. the song was very clearly about her, with the euphemistic title 'i had faith', and it was full of intimate references to her and the things they did together. it also contained allusions to some of the darkest secrets she'd told him, and taunts about how he'd made her everything she is. she was disgusted.

it destroyed faith and rebuilt her at the same time. she decided she now existed solely to prove that she could achieve any and everything on her own; that she didn't need some fuckboy's influence to see her dreams come true.

she now has a pretty nice apartment, not too far from her old stomping grounds at hannam high school. she still struggles with believing she deserves love, or anything, really but she's a great deal closer to that goal than she was at the start!

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lisa for vogue hong kong’s july ‘21 cover ♡

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Michelle Reis in Fallen Angels (1995)

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run on, LISA

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The End of the F***ing World (2017—)

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living the dream with my best friend

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