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ere that dark thing sleeping within haechan has a chance to awaken, she strides past her sister and into her room, granting herself a moment to brace for the shit show that was about to go down — always does, as per the puppeteer’s show.

wickedness  asserts  itself  in  the  curvature  of  her  glossed  tiers,  hae-in's  cruel  smile  never  faltering  even  once  as  doe  eyes  fluttered  over  her  sister's  thinly  veiled  venom  hidden  underneath  the  gentle  gestures  and  dulcet  tones.  whatever  words  she  had,  whatever  words  she  wanted  to  speak  in  retaliation  ⸻  simply  vanished  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  as  haechan  immediately  walked  past  her  into  her  bedroom,  shutting  the  door  closed  with  a  bang.  such  insolence  had  only  invoked  a  scoff  out  of  hae-in  before  abruptly  bursting  into  small  fit  of  incredulous  laughter,  with  enough  fervour  to  force  her  slender  shoulders  to  shake  with  each  girlish  titters  leaving  the  cage  of  her  mouth. alright.  fine. for  once,  she'll  be  kind  and  allow  her  sister  this  brief  respite  of  peace.  before  forcing  her  in  yet  again  in  this  upcoming  tortuous  show  of  a  birthday  dinner,  to  play  her  part  as  the  outcast,  the  black  sheep  of  the  family  whilst  hae-in  would  dutifully  (  and  happily  )  play  hers  :  the  darling  of  the  house,  reigning  supreme. but  of  course,  peace  never  lasted  too  long  in  this  household. "happy  birthday,  my  darling."  the  sweet-sounding  voice  of  her  mother's  had  immediately  greeted  her  the  moment  she  had  arrived  at  the  dinning  hall,  the  apples  of  her  cheeks  cupped  in  the  palms  of  her  mother  affectionately.  her  arms  gently  furled  around  her  mother's  waist  in  a  warm  embrace  as  an  awed  gasp  slipped  from  her  lips  at  the  sight  of  the  grand  feast  prepared  before  her.  "mama,  you  didn't  have  to!  you  should  have  ask  me  to  help  with  the  dinner,"  she  scolded  the  older  woman  playfully  whilst  her  mother  only  waved  her  hands  dismissively.  "nonsense!  its  your  birthday  today!  this  is  the  least  i  can  do  for  my  daughters  ...  now  where  is  your  sister?" speak  of  the  devil,  you  simply  hear  your  sister  before  you  could  even  see  her.  ears  perking  up  at  the  distant  sounds  of  the  light,  reluctant  footsteps  echoing  off  the  high  arched  hallways.  "well,  there  she  is.  mama.  our  star  of  the  show."  she  smiled  teasingly,  throwing  no  more  but  a  fleeting  gaze  towards  the  figure  of  her  twin.

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[ ... ] THE TRAGIC & TERRIBLE TWINS : KIM HAECHAN & KIM HAE-IN ⸻ I WAS BORN KNOWING YOU. ( @oblivioure )

ㅤㅤi. poem without a hero & selected poems / anna akhmotva.ㅤㅤii. moony moonless sky's 'we were put on this earth desperate hungry and willing' / fatima aarmer bilal.ㅤㅤiii. hevel / nathaniel orion.ㅤㅤiv. "a brother named gethsemane" in when my brother was an aztec / natalie diaz. ㅤㅤv. mabel: matryoshka / becca de la rosa & mabel martin. ㅤㅤvi. a crash course in molotov cocktails / halyna kruk. ㅤㅤvii. norwegian wood / haruki murakami. ㅤㅤix. lisa see.

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here  lies  her  home,  here  lies  her  first  kingdom  come  ⸻  never  mind  the  fact  that  this  home  was  no  sanctuary  for  it's  tenants  but  instead  a  palace  erected  out  of  marble  walls  and  desperate  heartache,  built  upon  the  foundations  of  resentment  and  misery  from  a  desolated  mother  and  an  overly  absent  father.  but  still,  it  was  the  only  home  she  had  ever  known. but  home  is  such  an  elusive  thing,  is  it  not?  for  as  long  she  had  ever  remembered,  this  home  of  theirs  have  always  been  the  one  thing  hae-in  runs  to  without  a  single  doubt  etched  to  her  being.  whereas  her  twin  sister,  haechan  would  run  away  from  at  any  given  moment.  but  who  could  dare  to  blame  her  unbeloved  twin  for  having  such  an  affinity?  if  only  they  knew  what  truly  lies  behind  the  gilded  gates  ...  after  all,  home  is  where  everything  began.  is  it  not  the  very  place  that  have  transformed  love  into  sheer  hatred  between  the  once  insperable  twin  sisters?  a  constant  battlefield  where  only  one  could  emerge  with  victory  and  walk  away  from  the  destruction  unscathed?  and  who  else  can  be  the  victor,  if  not  hae-in?  the  one  who  sits  the  sits  at  the  throne  of  it  all? "welcome  back,  sister."  her  voice  is  nothing  but  a  songbird's  mellifluous  titter  breaking  through  the  eerie  silence,  whilst  she  leaned  against  the  staircase  balcony.  "have  you  finally  come  home?"  (  have  you  finally  stop  running  away  )  poison  lacing  honey,  and  fangs  piercing  flesh  ;  head  cants  to  one  side  as  a  cruel  smile  unfurled  across  your  lips  at  the  sight  of  your  sister  finally  walking  through  the  doors.  your  gaze  is  steel  pierce  set  behind  the  careful  art  of  mascara’d  lashes  lined  to  absolute  perfection,  an  unspoken  challenge  hung  in  the  air  as  you  waited  to  see  to  if  your  better  half  will  make  yet  another  mistake  of  reacting  to  you.

HOME IS THE BEGINNING OF RUINATION : KIM HAECHAN ( @oblivioure )

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“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

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“I have given myself permission to be // a monster in little ways.”

— Anna Meister, from As If

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user loading… KIM HAE-IN. your current avatar is registered as YU JIMIN ( KARINA ). you have been logged in for 23 years since 22 MAY 3000. your highest ranking stats are CHARISMATIC and DECEPTIVE. please select your playlist from HONEYED SUMMER EVENINGS or LACES & SILKS for today. last saved activity: working as an AESTHETIC DESIGNER AT RE:SKIN. resume your ongoing game?

okay i'm a little ashamed of myself for taking way too long to make this intro but i swear i got in too much of my head and was desperately trying to make sense of my ideas. not to mention i still need to work on her dossier and background but anyway! i'm fae ( 21+ , she/her , gmt +8 ) and here's my little two-faced angel who always love to take advantage of her pretty privileges. so just drop a like and i'll be running into your dms to start! ( in tumblr ims or discord at your request, whichever you prefer! )

SUMMARY

isn't it the strangest thing to be born as a pair? to be one half of a whole and always have the other by your side — only to end up becoming completely antithetical from each other, different like night and day. haechan is the chaotic beauty of a tempest ; all sharp gazes and lopsided little smiles that barely even contain emotion. she's ocean blackness and crashing waves. she's sharp like the reflective edge of a polished knife. hae-in, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of her twin sister. she's soft eyes and whimsical laughter. she's sweet like honey drizzled over cinnamon toast, and exudes an aura warm like july's late evening sun. you'd see her and think of delicate windchimes, of sun catchers, butterflies and golden clouds. who would dare to believe beneath such angelic façade lay something so utterly grotesque ?

perhaps she had always been destined to be a little twisted. how could she not in that household built upon a fragile foundation, and a loveless marriage barely hanging onto it's last hinges. the real purpose of the twins' existences was for them to be no more than consolation prizes for their mother; to be her pretty little dolls all so she could cherish and love to her heart's content, saving herself from the misery she's been granted from having a negligent husband with wandering eyes.

the twins have never been taught to share one's love and attention properly between the both of them, and hae-in has always been a gluttonous and greedy creature to a fault. so eventually, a bitter rivalry grew between the twin sisters, breaking their once inseparable bond in their relentlessly strive for love and affection. this is when hae-in discovers her penchant for distorting the truth to her favor.

small little lies roll off the tip of a saccharine-tongue, woven into intricate tapestries under her skilled touch and orchestrating her sister's downfall little by little. eventually, she's doomed her own flesh and blood ( her better other half ) to a fate of fading into obscurity, knowing all too well that she could get away with it and always did ( who would ever believe the madness of a black swan over the sweet and dutiful white swan? ); all for the sake of grasping onto every silver of adoration that she could not bear sharing.

haein grows up knowing all too well that her beauty is desired and appreciated. with a face like hers, it's no wonder people around her were so often drawn to her ( and so willfully blind were they to the predatory smile that lay beneath doe like eyes ). haein, of course, couldn't help herself but to find weaponry in her own gravitational pull if not utilize it to the best of her abilities.

she completes her studies at a prestigious university and ( with mother's luck ) takes on a job at re:skin as an aesthetic designer. obvious but absolutely perfect for someone like her, who admittedly always cared too much of the way she looks to others.

PERSONALITY

every day was simply a reflection of her own personal masquerade. a dozen of masks to don herself with, for each and every persona was perfectly curated for her audience in front of her. kim hae-in is what always people want to see, and what they want to trust. a soft spoken, delicate doe eyed beauty with a heart of gold, who have long since been hailed as the beloved darling of the house. always so gentle, and always so sweet. no one seemed to know or even care that such perfection was only manufactured because she made it so, because everything about her was no more than illusion.

but what truly lies beneath the layers for the girl who dons only her masks? something truly monstrous in the shape of a girl? for there's terror in beauty and kim hae-in is the living proof of such. with eyes coated in glitter, and tongue coated in honey, it's always been too easy for her to spun her webs of manipulation to ensnare others in her control. by then, she'll take and take and take whatever she can, not even caring whether she's been taking too much. and worst of it all? she'll do it gladly with the prettiest smile

CONNECTIONS

at the moment, my brain is currenly fried so her plots and prompts are still much a working progress but i do have a lot of vague ideas that we can use to brainstorm with!

a close circle of friends have see through her façade of perfection, have seen her real and twisted personality and yet still stayed with her. ( and maybe some even enable her )

or maybe ex friend's who didn't, unable to handle her true colors ( not that i blame you for that one bit, but hae-in unfortunately will )

workplace rivals at re:skin where they can't stop competing against each other, trying their best to outdo one another. the perfect place for workplace drama with a lot of instigating and sabotaging.

people she couldn't help but be jealous of for multitudes of reasons, people who sparked certain insecurities within herself that she absolutely hates nor have the will to acknowledge.

people who gets suspicious of her perfect persona, catching a glimpse of her real personality.

maybe some enemies that she might have sabotaged because she simply can.

exes that she'd broken hearts of, or exes who finally escaped from her webs of manipulation ( RUN, MAKE YOUR ESCAPE, SAVE YOUR SELF ) or exes who haven't and somehow always come back to her one way or another, lured by her sweet honeyed promises despite knowing full well she's hiding her poison underneath.

and maybe a first love that she still have a soft spot for, secretly pines after them but can't or wont do anything because that person is too god for her and she doesn't have the slightest bravery to show her real self to them.

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𓏲࣪ T̶̶A̶̶G̶̶S̶̶.

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# 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑯𝑨𝑬-𝑰𝑵 )ㅤ⸻ㅤ an original muse crafted and coded for @terrascapehq.

THE WHITE SWAN / the pristine masquerade of absolute perfection, elegance and purity. 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 & 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅. the duality between the beautiful and bedeviled : she ought to be the darling angel everyone believes her to be, but there's a darkness that belies beneath a façade of heavenly born beauty. the never-ending chase of eternal adoration. dancing between the fine lines of grace and twisted tendencies. has only ever known to take, take, and take. for perfection is nothing but an illusion ; a maelstrom of lies and deceit.

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