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@fiskesprett / reina

for what it’s worth, jeong domi is far from the worst celebrity reina’s had to deal with. the iron fist gamer is respected in her field, yet lacks the usual condescension to accompany her longstanding fame. but reina is far from the sort of person to be bossed around by some nepotistic stylist working at a superficial company like re:skin. in saying so, reina descends from a remarkable woman and likewise, inherits her cross to bear. so she does as she is told, steps aside and raises an ushering hand. she utters a painfully compliant, “please come in,” through softly gritted teeth. in the living room, there is a framed image of reina and her parents from back when they once deemed themselves a family. reina steps in front of it as she guides domi to the couch. “thank you for agreeing to meet me at my home. if you could wait here, i’ll bring your mod out for your final fitting,” the instruction is recited in a robotic tone that is absent of inflection, “can i offer you a drink while you wait?”

being famous is a strange kind of experience. it gets domi through places almost as fast as a port, sometimes, and other days domi's painfully aware of all the things her fame is too big to get through, like her reputation balloons out and blocks her from slipping through the cracks to where she needs to be.

specifically, trying to find even a question to her current problem seems impossible as jeong domi, iron fist’s shadow. there are suggestions hidden around, though, and domi has just enough connections to pick up on someone who might be able to help her out. but first, she needs to be someone else for a short moment, so she can get there, wherever that might be.

which is why the iron fist gamer's commissioned her first personal mod, taking a page out of seojun’s book. the designer is someone who’d come recommended and eager for reasons that she supposes could be taken as insulting, but domi doesn’t mind her new stylist’s excitement to give her a makeover. she's trying to look as different from herself as she can, and her new stylist seems to agree with her on that, at least.

the working hours, though, domi’s not sure they agree on. the stylist herself is nowhere to be found, but she’d been directed to a different location with the intern, that’s shaping up to be her own home instead of an office space.

"oh, thank you," domi agrees, following reina in. “no, it’s okay…” her gaze drifts over the furnishings, settling awkwardly with her hands on the family photos by the couch that she’s directed to. definitely not an office, she thinks, and feels pretty sheepish to be intruding in someone else’s home for a job off hours. “sorry about this,” she apologises, “this mod was meant to be more, um, lowkey, but I didn’t mean to intrude like this.” she gestures over to the family photo, “do you live with your family? i hope i'm not disturbing them.”

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@goeths / yohan

yohan's own gaze lands on a member of the show's crew: desperate, pleading, a little frenzied. but what can jeong domi do? at least, what can she do here, outside of the tournaments that made her name, where she dwells in literal shadow behind a soundboard, where sway is held by seniority and a microphone and she has neither? ❝ i think i'm done here. ❞ it's a miracle that his voice stays level throughout the entire sentence. his bangs hide reddened eyes, a shuddering breath as he stands from the low-backed chair. the headphones come clattering down onto the table before him, jacket pulled on as he shoulder-checks someone on the way to the studio door. he looks down. ❝ sorry. ❞  the only words he has for someone he'd, for a few moments, thought an ally.

there's lots of things about a live radio show that you've got to look out for. one of them is, you can't take back what's said on it. no edits, no do overs.

she's sure that yohan knows this, but domi's also never been on the side of the rankings with furious scrutiny and bad faith opinions. that definitely takes a toll, she thinks, frowning worriedly when the interview starts going sideways. the podcast staffer had linked them up with yohan because their host agreed to take a gentler, more measured approach on their show, instead of all the others calling for his head—but that hadn't been true, obviously.

and the other thing about a live show, tech malfunctions happen all the time, you know?

she cuts the audio feed somewhere in the middle of yohan's outburst, playing it over with one of the latest charting releases. domi winces guiltily when bedroom pop goes over the host's voice, knowing she's probably going to get an earful from their podcast head, but she's got to do something to help yohan out, after having convinced him to come here in a bad move. that's two people she's messed up with, she worries, but one of them seems to need a little more help than the other right now.

the host is picking it up back as domi signs over to them about their sudden issue with audio, the guest for the night having walked off. she points at the soundboard, makes a big cross with her arms. not working right. "i'm gonna find someone to fix it," she tells her coworker, even though she guesses it might be obvious that the issue was her. "i'll be back!"

domi darts out of the studio, leaving the other sound person to man the booth. the way to tech support is down the other side of the corridor, but she catches up to the man hunched up defensively instead. "hey," she says, brows knitted in worry. taps yohan on the arm, checking up on his expression. "sorry, i didn't think yubi would be so rough on you like that. are you okay?"

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@gumspine / namoo

(he hadn't earned his top spot on her fan forum for nothing.) "and!" he concludes, narrowing his eyes at ketchup stain (the other knucklehead) while pausing for effect, "restroom's that way." namoo moves to gesture at the hall behind him, decidedly where the restrooms aren't, but realizes someone else had walked up to their merry conversation from behind. he pulls his hand back just in time to avoid smacking the person with his arm. eyes readjust. it's. jeong domi. bowl cut and ketchup stain apparently are able to process this information faster than he does, and they duck out with apologies before hurrying to the direction of the not-restrooms. namoo just. gawks. it's jeong domi. he tries at words but none come. it's jeong domi.

it's not unusual to hear fans going at it with each other, especially at the iron fist convention that's just known for some of the biggest fan fights ever. so when domi hears voices echoing down the hallway, she doesn't think much of it, even when she catches her own name being thrown around.

she knows she's had a bit of a dip in performance lately, the pendulum swinging to the other side of the field with more and more players favouring that brute force, aggro heavy style. it's what happens every other cycle of new iron fist players, domi guesses, and it's not all bad—the new crop of players always fill out the blindspots of the current batch to create their own playstyle, the way she did back when she first started.

so she's starting to make way for the next big thing, and it stings a little but she supposes it was inevitable, and life goes on. domi guesses she should probably leave the argument alone and not butt in when her ears perk up to hear someone quote one of her favourite articles from when she'd started doing well, the encouragement that had gotten her browsing through fan forums to pick out what people were looking for in her games.

she's curious, peeking out to meet the guy who'd been defending her so passionately with win rates that sound absolutely stacked when laid out like that.

"hi," she waves to all three, though two of them scurry off before she can even glimpse their faces. domi points in the actual direction of the restrooms, calling out to those two in vain. "that's a dead end, the restrooms for the convention at on the other side..." but they're gone, and as bad as she feels, she guesses she doesn't feel that awful after hearing them mouth off about her. it's just an extra few minutes of a walk!

the iron fist player turns over to her staunch defender instead, conspiratorial spark in her eyes as the other two disappear. "hi," she giggles again, "i'm jeong domi. i think you might, uh, know that already!" her grin is toothy, gums exposed in something big and bright as she tries to make herself seem as normal as possible, to someone who clearly likes her gaming career. "it's nice to meet you!"

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muse no2 here we go! raising the curtains on miss lee rumi, who's just your run of the mill regular girl! also the most coach user of all time who just can't break the 85% compatibility rate </3 still no pages rip but regular drill, info / plots are under the cut & pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord! 💗

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rumi is rlly the most regular person ever!! one of those terra users who's just chilling & living life yk she's got small dreams of getting her dream megabuilding skin & respectably medium dreams of finding her person, no big dreams

she also comes from smaller beginnings, born into the care of terrascape corporation & just naturally graduated at age eighteen. officially, her parents are unlinked & she's never really tried to find them. says she's just respecting their decision or whatever that way, but mostly she's afraid she might find them & realise they didn't want her for a reason. no thanks!

she thinks she's doing pretty well for herself though! minus the loneliness that occasionally takes over & the void of whatever that she gets late at night idk but doesn't everyone feel that way at 2 in the morning?

right now she's ur local barista who's lowkey like an npc bc she works at multiple coffee shops! hustling to survive & maybe have extra money for her dream megabuilding skin it is what it is we live in an economy

uses coach a lot. she's that friend who's been online dating for nearly a decade </3 kinda embarrassing but she's putting herself out there in tiny steps yk

( and? she isn't saying that weird things are happening to her. not at all!! she's regular!! but there's something about how she gets deja vu once in a while about a match she made on coach even though she knows for sure that she never met them

weird. maybe it's fate? it's not like terra has glitches! )

chart facts: libra sun cancer moon taurus rising, chill & goes w the flow most of the time. not the type of person to fight back but she might have some emotional walls up to protect herself! doesn't have a lot of ambition, she's happy with her slice of terra life as it is right now. likes being around people but is careful about who she lets in, clingy with the ones who stay. bad at keeping in touch. good at making coffee.

she's a work in progress & also pls pretend i didn't give my muses really similar names pls

plots

fellow coach users: a) 84%, the highest match she's ever had but it didn't work out even though she really tried; b) the 60%ers that she's matched on because what if coach was a little wrong but not totally wrong!; c) a 50% match she swiped on as a fluke (?); d) failed dates that she got a friend out of... or a blocked number rip

u think she's an npc after seeing her at multiple coffee shops & get a jumpscare seeing her out n about with thoughts of her own

found family, other people who grew up under the terrascape care or smth else? thee most important person in her life

other regular guys & gals just living their npc life

she's on the lookout for a megabuilding roomie to split rent but u disagree on what display skin ur flat should have

ur trying to get her to try real dating ( meeting ppl at the bar ) but it flopped

she's too cheap to buy the official cosmetic mod so she's begging u ( coder? reskin guy? ) to help out

regulars on the menu: besties, childhood friends, enemies, fwbs, exes! i also love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗

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Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Umji — MANIAC M/V

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@indolamine / jiyeon

but good days have been running scarce. it’s why she agreed to come to the retreat at her therapist’s suggestion in the first place, and the counterintuitiveness of that decision only dawns on her when she’s pulled into conversations about the power of self love. after struggling to elaborate on the transformative experience of sunrise yoga for the fifth time by the end of the first day, jiyeon is at her most antisocial. she fixates on every little annoying affectation of speech, every unflattering cosmetic update, counting the times they repeat self aggrandizing anecdotes. so right now, jiyeon can only bring herself to put one foot in front of the other and not stop. she might hole herself in her lodge for the rest of the vacation if she stops moving. the birds are singing, the trees are rustling, the water is trickling, and jiyeon feels miserable. that’s the new itinerary for the day.

as she's finding out, you only live once can bring a person pretty far. far enough into the clouds that domi's ended up saying yes to something strange and more than a little sketchy, multiple times. this self-exploration boot camp is starting to shape up like another one of those experiences that she'll have to bring home to jinah with all the sheepish expectations of more i told you so!, and domi won't even be able to argue otherwise.

domi isn't sure who'd recommended this to her, but she knows it'd been a pretty enough penny to ping some alarms, even if she ended up attending anyway. but if she's paying this many merits to drink smoothies that taste like grass, she might as well make the best of it, right? it's why she finds herself wandering off from the neatly annotated itinerary onto a path definitely not taken, with the brambles snagging onto her camp issued linen pants.

well, correction—a path taken by her and one other, when domi gets to the end of what she supposes was meant to be an awe inspiring waterfall but really trickles down the cliff face in much less than the promised roar of white water waves. "hi...?" she calls out to the other person, clad in a similar outfit.

"skipping, er, smoothies and synk?" domi asks, her tone a clear indication of which side she's on about this whole thing. she makes her way over to where the stranger's sitting, less navigating through the mess of tree roots and more tripping over as many of them as they'd like her to. lands, finally, on a dry patch of grass that's good for sitting, and decides it's as good a spot as any. "i won't bother you much, if you don't mind a second person here!"

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@neoimpetu / seojun

he pulled away instantly upon seeing the face waiting outside, finally registering the mess around him, bunch notes scattered across his desk. he made no effort to clean up, before heading over to the front door, after all, they never hang out in his room. "are you keeping the mod on on purpose or should i believe you actually like it this time?" the male said with a snort, placing two cups of coffee on the table before flopping onto the sofa across from her. seojun isn't much of a coffee drinker, but he had a feeling he needed to be awake for this conversation. "i know you're not here earlier than planned because you missed me, what's up?"

there's still something incorporeal to each step she's been taking, like any moment now and domi'll slip through the floor and down into the crust of terra's servers. the ghost of that voice is still stuck reverberating through her chest, echoing with the doorbell she rings to seojun's place when she finally gets there.

because in this madness, it makes sense to go over to seojun's. the other iron fist player has his way around the tech in places that domi doesn't necessarily have, for reasons not quite properly shielded but still hidden to her. they'd meant to meet up in preparation for their next friendly match, and domi just bumped up their timing in lieu of, well, whatever's just happened.

she's let into his place wearing the cosmetic mod that seojun downloaded for her, a stranger's face greeting him in the coded glass reflection. "i still prefer my face," domi decides, turning her head to the side to poke at the new nose seojun's mod has given her. she flips through her panel to get to it, turning the cosmetic mod off and letting her features rematerialise into what she's most familiar with, picking up their conversation with ease.

"hey! i could miss you," she disagrees with a laugh, "forum user shadow on mars would say i do! or maybe it's your turn to pine?" domi sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "i forgot which chapter we stopped at." but that isn't important, as much as where they'd stopped at having curdled her stomach to think about it. after all, they'd jokingly reenacted one of those things for laughs, and then domi'd played along a little too far, and not chicken enough.

but maybe, that doesn't matter when there are strange avatars floating into game simulations and domi is weightless in gravity. "where were you when the broadcast happened?" she asks, jumping straight to the point. it's what she's been wondering, and she thinks seojun would be, too. "i was in game when it happened, with haerin... it completely glitched out, man, it was even worse than i usually do!"

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@sparedpart / wonshik

he’s been sitting here, poolside, for most of the afternoon. it’s just hot enough now for him to be comfortable dozing on the lawn chair in shorts and a t-shirt, and so he’d gotten great use out of the opportunity. a few hours in, domi’s head had poked up over their shared hedge and he’d extended an invitation for her to join him. it’s because of this that he now tears his eyes away from certain catastrophe and glances over at the gate he’d had installed next to the apple tree straddling the property line. sure enough, it’s his neighbour. wonshik stretches languidly and forces himself to get up. “i’ll get you a drink,” he calls out as she makes her way down the path towards his terrace, and disappears through the sliding door to fix them both something appropriate for the season, strawberry-flavoured and alcoholic. when he returns, she’s already waiting. he presses her drink into her hand, condensation cooling the outside of the glass and his fingers in turn. “domi, i’ve been thinking,” he picks up the conversation as though there had been one to begin with, “does the pool’s cosmetic pack look dated to you? i’ve been looking at renovations.” the pool, of course, is a state-of-the-art model that had been popular last season; wonshik is the type of nouveau riche that doesn’t care to follow trends, but who is susceptible to clever advertising.

domi always feels like there's something out of place around the gated district where she lives. perhaps the shrubbery is a little too vivid, or the metallic clang of the gates echo in a way that makes it seem cold and eerie. there isn't enough chatter, she thinks. it's what she used to live around, the constant sound of people slipping in through the doors that make an area feel more like a living place.

instead, the gated district she's found herself in has houses built to structural perfection and rarely any people around them, as far as she can see. even though she tried making friends around her residence, domi hasn't found much luck aside from wonshik, but she's grateful for him anyway. their shared boundary turned into a friendship built around a hedge and an apple tree, and now it's small talk passed along a handful of cherry tomatoes and summers floating on his pool whenever they both happen to be around.

the iron fist player waves to her friend, passing through her place and into his, where a drink's already waiting for her. being neighbours is pretty convenient! "thanks," she chirps, ice cubes clinking inside the glass when she swirls it around. it smells sweet and pink, the same shade of it reflecting off the flamingo float bobbing along the pool.

"i think..." she replies, leaning back to look at the pool with her eyes shaded. "i probably shouldn't make a comment on what looks good?" she gives a shake of her head, sipping on the drink. "we installed that new starlight pack for the lawn, but i've had to turn it off because it was too bright and i couldn't go to sleep." domi giggles and shrugs. "what renovations are you looking at?"

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the majors are one of terra's biggest events each year, with the popularity of e-sports in their digital age. it's just that the start of the season is when everyone's focused on talking instead of gameplay, and domi's busy dodging the former because she put her terra-registered name and face to the fighter and doesn't want the heat that might come with a misplaced answer.

the professional roster's changing these days, anyway, and the iron fist player would rather spend her time keeping an eye on the new crop of players that'll inevitably be taking over from her someday, the way she did her predecessors. though she definitely has more than a few years to go before that happens, if her physical body holds up. shadow's seeded for the majors this year, like she was last year, and domi's feeling pretty good about this one too.

a new round is starting, the names of the fighters being announced over the speakers, and a corresponding roar of support for each. domi grins, making her way to her favourite spot, where the screen's just big enough to hide her little avatar in comparison. it's more exciting, watching the games than playing it. or maybe it feels that way because domi'd started her approach to iron fist all wrong, and it's easier dying in a game when you aren't ( supposedly ) doing the same thing somewhere else.

there's already someone there. he doesn't seem to be watching the round, though domi just might not be seeing his face, darkened by the shimmering graphics as the fight plays out. she recognises the other guy from one of the earlier rounds; a newly signed player, but he'd been wiped out pretty fast. it's funny, because she recognises his playstyle, too—it just isn't working for his fighter like it does for domi.

"hey!" she taps the guy from behind, joining him on the steps. "this was your first tournament, right? bummer about how your round went, sorry." domi glances up at the screen, watching a green blur take down one of the older iron fist players, someone who'd been in her batch when she first signed on. "i'm domi, by the way. shadow, but we'll be coworkers, kind of, so domi's good!"

ft. jeong domi & park jaehyun, @fiskesprett / one year prior

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OOC AS SHIT BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOMI 🥳🎊🎉🎂

HAPPY DOMI DAY! 🥳🎊🎉🎂

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@m4lfunction / beomsu

however short this silence is, however awkward or not awkward, beomsu stifles a sigh and rolls his head back and slightly over the ledge of their couch. "i keep thinking about it." he refers to it as 'it' because he's poor with words and knows that she'd understand him regardless. "i guess i'm just not sure what to make of it all." he never quite finished mourning his parents or paying forward the kindness the jeong family showered him with. when he thinks about the gyu-ok conspiracies, he thinks about how he could always be doing more. he raises his cup of rice wine and continues. "to my complacency, really." he's at least self-aware: he wouldn't do a thing to sabotage their peace. at least it's what he tells himself. "maybe I'm too sensitive for all of this." but they come as a pair—jeong domi is strong when he is not. he's usually careful with his words, but he's too tired to be careful. "can't help but feel bad. feels like it's terra's fault."

domi likes living. it's hard to nail down the experience of it, of sitting on a couch while the sounds of everything active and alive bustle around her, of beomsu next to her as they watch the party outside happen from inside their house. she feels everything more acutely, like the time of it has slowed down as a kindness, letting her stretch out what she has as long as she can.

"you aren't, beom," she reassures him. domi's here because she wants to be, and because the idea of bae gyuok and whatever's happened sits weirdly for her. a party celebrating all of that makes her feel the opposite of this, like some impending doom she won't be able to avoid, even with a party to deny it, or celebrate.

beomsu feels like a younger brother sometimes, even though he's not. she doesn't usually think of him like that, even when her dad had brought back this little kid to live with them; he's more a friend she's grown up around, and gotten used to taking care of. they're just bound by something more than family, or at least she'd hope so. whatever they're both suffering from shouldn't be hereditary.

"terra's not all bad," she points out. domi has to believe that, because they're the ones keeping them both alive. "dad still thinks they're a miracle for keeping us around so long." the professional gamer curls her legs up into herself, hugging her knees. "but you might be right too."

because even she's starting to suspect that something's up, unerring optimism and all. domi holds out an arm, gesturing for beomsu to come closer. his hands are cold when she pulls him in, snuggling up to the younger man like they're still kids stargazing through the roof of their megabuilding at holograms of constellations. they sort of still are, but the stars are celebrating something wildly improbable, except it really did happen. "do you think it's real? bae gyuok coming back?"

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@iscariotish / jinah

it's hard to put it into words, all of it sounds like something out of a somewhat shit movie that would star bae gyu-ok of all people, where a guy comes back to life, strange happenings occurring to everyday citizens, terra lying to them all. sounds like something that would definitely tank at the box office. but still, there's an ever-so-quiet thought at the back of jinah's mind that tells her there has to be some truth to it all. "i don't know," she laments as she rubs a hand over her face, "maybe i drank too much and i'm not making any sense. but i just feel like somehow this isn't some weird joke that everyone is making it out to be, y'know?"

her panel informs her that jinah, kwon has made her place on domi's bed, the notification sliding smoothly over the top of her game like it's supposed to do. not what happened when that broadcast from a few days ago completely crashed her game. it's almost a relief to hear the soft swipe sound, instead of that encompassing reverb.

domi logs out of her game, putting it on pause for her friend. terra materialises around her again, the walls she'd picked out on a whim like a burst of colour, backdropping jinah who's made herself comfortable. "yeah?" she says, putting the headset down as they both do the same check, all limbs in place before she drops herself on the bed next to jinah.

sometimes she feels like there's a ticker in her, each problem that happens another countdown to before she's gone. maybe bae gyuok could count as another one, except she didn't really know him. maybe she didn't go because it's a little too close to home, and domi doesn't like inspecting that for fear of what's ahead. "beom and i were party watching, though!"

the older woman rolls closer and puts her head in jinah's lap, legs dangling off the side of the bed. when she ordered it, they'd had an infinite number of customisations for beds king sized and up. she wonders what they'd do with her bed when she's gone, because she did pay a lot of merits for it. it seems too big a bed to be empty.

"no one knows what's going on," she says. "so maybe it's not a joke. he died in terra but he didn't in the outer world, and then he came back?" domi's got the opposite problem—could she die in the outer world, stay, somehow, in terra? "anything's possible, right?"

the professional gamer shrugs, the movement rustling against jinah's party outfit. "do you think it's really him?" she hesitates on the next question. "do you think he's the only one?"

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@moonsnitch / haerin

‘besides, i think there’s not really much point of overdoing it before the actual showcase–’ then all of a sudden it happens. the sound of static splits the perfect sky in half and a strange figure appears to exact its judgement. its voice seems to be coming at them from every angle, distorted and menacing. haerin forgets herself and her dad’s sermons flood her thoughts. he used to go blue in the lips whenever he spoke of a false prophet, flecks of spittle raining down upon the pulpit. it would lead haerin to wonder often if fear was necessary for the presence of passion. and then it’s gone. it couldn’t have been more than a minute but the time it takes for haerin to gather herself is tenfold. ‘i-i… huh?’ she looks over at domi, looks for any sort of sign. ‘you saw that, right?’

domi isn't a good poet, but she's always loved crafting a story. she gets that they're meant to be foils, shadow and archangel, and there's the thing about living and the dead between them, and she just knows that they'd make such a compelling story—if only she could make friends with the other. because they started out at roughly the same time, with obvious concepts that orbit pulled from the same hat, but domi's never really gotten in a word with the woman behind the archangel fighter, even with how often they've been matched up.

domi can't really argue against haerin; she doesn't know her well enough to. she'd love to continue, to work out a dramatic game, but they don't have a working relationship like that. they barely have one, actually, and domi doesn't know where she misstepped with her back when they both started out in the scene but the cordial state of things is an improvement already.

so she's about to agree when something cuts into their game, the terrain around them jittering into the arena itself. no—someone.

the voice goes through her, domi's form warping around the soundwaves as her controls disappear and her skill activates without warning. she phases through the floor and only hits ground when she can't go any further down,, the shock of it second to the booming sound that's shaking their whole game. its image is startlingly unreal, hitting the uncanny valley in a way that domi hadn't even known avatars could look like.

as quick as it happened, before she can process anything about it, the game stage is back to normal. domi's controls come back, slipping herself out of the floor and on top of it, hovering for a moment against the shadows. she blinks, fast and confused. "uh, yeah," is what she can eke out, nodding her head in lieu of elaboration, because how does she describe what that is?

she's never seen anything like it, in all the years she's been playing iron fist. domi knows more than she wants to about the possibility of glitches happening, though she doesn't voice that out loud. "do you think, maybe our game got caught up in some other one?"

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happiest opening, i'm so excited to meet everyone! i'm pom ( 21+, s/h ) & this is jeong domi, the girl who wouldn't have made it if not for terra, but now she's really flying high as the two time iron fist champion... though it's come with some strange side effects! jumped in with no pages prepared yet but info / plots are under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗

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domi’s born with a ticking clock from the moment she arrives—the doctors tell her parents to brace themselves for the worst, because while her baby avatar can't feel pain, or illness, they warn that there's something wrong with her physical body

but the worst won't come, if they pay for extra care on outer world. and so they do, because what other choice could they have?

she’s on the cusp of it, but terra always comes through for her. at least, that's what they say. everything's worth it to her dad, who pays up willingly, but love isn’t enough in the face of all of this, and her mum leaves & never looks back, tired from the constant reminders of her daughter's imminent almost-death. domi has pictures, but doesn’t rlly remember her face

domi gets used to the thought of dying, but maybe it's less scary bc she can't feel any pain or any real concept of death? is she still here? what if she's just an npc and her physical body's gone kaput ages ago? all questions with no answers, so she whittles her time away with as much as she can

it's kinda relieving when she realises she can feel pain in iron fist. there's something there about grappling w mortality in a game where you can die, & maybe it's the wrong sense of mortality, except she keeps playing, & then she keeps winning, & suddenly she's signed onto orbit with her own fighter & her ranking's climbing up & she's actually winning one tournament, then two, and now it's been 8 years since?

not to mention that she didn't actually think of the consequences of being signed so domi never hid her face or did anything to protect her privacy lmao. she has a side gig as a broadcast staffer for a late night podcast even tho she has big gamer money just to fill up her time

but as of late, she's been noticing that something's up with her. specifically, she keeps phasing through things like she's actually shadow, when she's... pretty sure she's not. unless she is? it's more a minor inconvenience bc it doesn't happen often, but when it does, she can't touch anything around her & gravity starts acting up, so she goes floaty!

her chart: gemini sun ( go fast ) aries moon ( & go big ) virgo rising ( & you’ll get to the terra moon! ) she’s been living like she never knows when she might kick it so she sits and smells the roses, but doesn’t know where else to go. domi says she’s content but it’s a lie she tells herself. in her existential crisis era rn bc she keeps being told she'll die & then she doesn't & maybe she has died but is a cookie? and the glitches don't help either... the conspiracy theory board is real! big What Do I Do Now energy all the time bc she’s never had to think about the future & still doesn't, not really. doesn’t think ahead & will pay for it in the future ( that she still has, can you believe it! )

i think i have everything important here but this might get updated later!!

plots

iron fist / shadow fans who've followed her career! or are just bandwagoning for one of the most successful players currently?

people she works with due to her gaming career! fellow gamers, orbit developers, maybe even offshoots of marketing campaigns or stuff that comes with her famous person ranking

she also works for a late night podcaster, mostly due to wack sleeping schedules and being used to staying up in fear of her own mortality. your muse runs the late night radio sessions, & she works for them!

she doesn’t have a lot of forward thinking experience, she’s easily tricked—so your muse figures this out and makes good use of it

new residents at one of the gated districts who came here for the privacy and quiet… so why is your next door neighbour trying so hard to befriend you??

someone she found via gaming & treasures very much ( potentially one-sided )

a friend who's in a similar situation ( bad physical body, keeps getting fleeced by terra ), who understands her situation really well

someone who doesn’t get her situation, but she appreciates them all the more for it. they don’t treat her like she's fleeting, like everyone else does

someone who’s tired of mourning her before she goes. something complicated and ancient and maybe codependent, relationship fraying at the seams

someone who’s her guide to living! bring her out let her experience life. touch grass ( not literally )

she falls in love easily, but doesn’t bother taking it seriously bc the long-term was never viable for her... she owes u an apology

ofc the usual suspects: besties, childhood friends, enemies, fwbs, exes! i also love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗

[serialeclipse]

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