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undecays · 2 years

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ulysse4s:

“i’ve not. i find myself easily overwhelmed by all the bright lights. perhaps with your company, it’d go down easier.” without a word, she links her arm through his. “where to first?”

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, hunched and rotten by intent, it was best to acknowledge jinah sooner rather than later. she operates best when left to her devices and mujin would do well to keep it as a footnote beside her name always. A WARNING. what’s the duty of a gentleman if not remembering these things of friends and acquaintances alike? ( or whatever limbo category lady jinah had fallen into. ) never so near to call a friend but hardly so estranged to be tied to the label of stranger. were it so easy to define, his life would be bliss.

she, mujin surmised, knew there was some level of inevitability to his arrival at her side. cordiality and social protocol are never spared, not before his rise to sagehood and certainly not after. his gaze shifts, an unremitting siphon, attempting to pull what cannot be seen of her motive. but gentlemen don’t ask, they watch as others play charades.

&& hope the suspense kills them.

“ i can only hope. ” a smile, leisurely and all mouth as it pries a home into his face. “ what’s the merit of a relic except standing the test of time, jinah? ” it should be taken as insult, from the mouth of a stranger it had every chance to be. he must play nice and it’s in the lady’s favor that he’s rarely so severe, so humorless. “ though you needn’t worry about time in your age— you’re looking lovely today. ” a gentle cadence, even through the poking and prodding.

he didn’t get this far playing himself a sheep while behaving prickly and ruining the mood, did he? his free palm lain over her arm, head tipping out and away. “ if just my presence can coax you to watching some of the best our nation has to offer, it would be a success in my eyes. maybe something easier on the eyes as warm up— some of the dancers. ” mindful of the length and speed of his step, he guides her onward.

#& * M. THREAD ㅤ › ㅤ suffer none so much they suffer me . ❜#& * M. EVENT ㅤ › ㅤ i'm not your friend or anything damn . ❜#mujin / jinah 01 #jinah: who let their peepaw out lol

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undecays · 2 years

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Welcomed to enter the household and offered a cup of tea while waiting for Lord Won to receive him, Gwanji felt nostalgia wash over him. Memories of better times when his innocence had blinded him, joined by an old and faint laugh he could swear he had heard down the hall, were only interrupted by the strong presence of the one who had invited him in the first place.

“Lord Won, ” Gwanji greeted the sage with a formal bow, “I hope my arrival has not interrupted your day.”

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, each golden thread of the rays that sought purchase on the island puncturing tiny holes into mujin’s sensibilities. it wasn’t welcomed by the eldest of house won but languished over. oh he’d done enough agonizing to fill himself twice over. ( a distant irritation that wedges finite daggers into his thoughts. ) the sunlight would comfort him any other circumstance but not today. no, not when it so candidly broadcasted and mocked what mujin already ruminated upon. ( restless bastard, going without again! ) a man of dogged purpose as he is doesn’t waver or retire until he’s seen a task to its completion—- he pays the price for this hauteur every damn time. other nights? the decision is less conscious and more an inevitability he must bend to.

this narrowly curbed exhaustion would be his undoing, today of all days. if only preceded by just another day, so utterly salient in gold-freckled cathedrals of the fire sage’s memory. by his hand, he’d issued for the commission of a blade by a smith which he’d known to be unparalleled. the yeon name is renowned yet a name uncomfortably familiar, closer than it should be. yeon gwanji, nearer to his younger brother than himself. his request was not without its fine print, rarely is mujin so purposeless. the eldest yeon would deliver it or mujin would see it returned. gwanji could draw his own conclusions and even find a hundred more after but those motivations will stay caged, buried miles into mujin’s labyrinthine heart.

isn’t it just his luck to see him now?

if ever there was a callousness, it had multiplied tenfold as he tucked every jagged edge of his haunting visage away. he orchestrated himself SEAMLESSLY when company arrived; years of learned behavior taught him this much. the only unfortunate tell are eyes inundated with malignant shadows beneath them. it’s mere etiquette and common sense to ignore, no? ( gwanji, have you the sense? ) his gait burdened with predatory grace on his arrival, line of his spine taut even as he eyed the gesture of respect. he folded to return that gesture in kind, like clockwork. imposing, he willed himself to not swallow the space whole in it. he’ll accommodate.

gwanji is. . different than his memory had preserved him. memory has a way of warping things, freezing them in place just to disorient you in the jarring present. the gwanji he knows still existing as a child, still beside yongha— a magnitude of still flood out from each crevice of his thoughts. mujin’s vision chased any modicum of body language like it would tell him everything and yet he sees nothing. there’s another one of those inevitabilities he has caved to.

“ oh, hardly. it would have been a poorly spent day elsewise. ” an assurance smothered under politesse, but still an assurance. in that same moment, amusement is allowed a place over his features if only to put some fraction of the eldest yeon at ease. “ i’m grateful for your coming, especially given the journey. easy enough, i hope? ”

#& * M. THREAD ㅤ › ㅤ suffer none so much they suffer me . ❜#mujin / gwanji 01 #any excuse to look at their faces i will jump for truly #mujin: you're not still a baby uhhmm thats incorrect actually lol

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undecays · 2 years

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♡ : @ulysse4s ⸻ CORONATION FESTIVITIES

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧, swollen && smug in heaven’s cradle. it’s not a celestial body but won mujin that’s looming, cascaded down from somewhere on high to cater to the masses just for a moment. ( how kind, a moment to put people at ease. ) in these uncertain times, the commonalty need the assurance as most flocks of fretting creatures do. who better than him, a fire sage, rooted as a sycamore to the leyline of religion to quell doubt in the celebration? unmistakably so, spotted from the crowd of a thousand donning still the ceremonial garb of the coronation. its shades of crimson and scarlet paint a daunting yet distinctly refined portrait for all eyes to behold, like a beacon amidst the plaza.

mujin is carefully postured as he navigates through, a force of habit, glissading between the throngs of bodies while earnestly granted a wide berth on either side. parting the seas, AS IT WERE. titanic breadth of his title, his reputation, proceeded the presence of his body. ( they move, not him. ) a title large enough to smother the lingering of turmoil, one by one —- at least those who’d make themselves known. a sprinkle of his regard is no sprinkle at all to a starving and restless ear. this, too, he offered with a tender leniency that he so scarcely did. he planted repose in each heart and moved on.

a repose that’s seldom found in the depths of his own, not now. it can’t be quieted so easily, inimitable thing that fixated only on the uncertainty of the future and his place therein. a heart that subsists on BURNING —- rejects all manner of salves && sweet. lucky them. how each platitude churned from the depths of his throat is scorching pyres ‘pon his tongue, emboldening the common folk with a spark from his own body that he dare not keep for himself. they duck their heads, bow their reverence and brighten with smiles. && YET running through the mill of conversational procedure time and time again, there’s one person he’s spotted traipsing outside the live wire of his presence. ( how very funny. )

sans the humor, as mujin found many funny things. not so funny, the way she lingered like a bad idea and stapled her existence just nearby. the scald of sun as witness, emphatic footfalls of the fire sage veer to greet this observer head-on. it’s with no mere modicum of courtesy, flat palm over unyielding fist in customary greeting. ( thorny rose, absolute pleasure to introduce garden glove. ) “ lady jinah, ” suffocating languor dropped to the wayside, warmth awash in the depths of his sentiments. he’ll find the cause yet. “ many welcome your presence today, myself included. have you spared a moment to enjoy the prowess of the bending demonstrations? ”

#& * M. THREAD ㅤ › ㅤ suffer none so much they suffer me . ❜#& * M. EVENT ㅤ › ㅤ i'm not your friend or anything damn . ❜#risecoronation #mujin / jinah 01 #i hate this buT... take hi m

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undecays · 2 years

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i’m going to be gone all day driving so pray for my sanity but i apologize for my lack of interactions, i’ll be pumping out some starters when i’m back tonight!!

#& * PUPPETEER ㅤ › ㅤ i have the mind of a mastermind . ❜

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undecays · 2 years

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lee dongwook. cis male. he/him. presenting lord won mujin, forty-year-old firebender loyal to house takao and house won. longanimous yet machiavellian, they find themself impartial to fire lord chaesan’s reign. will this be their salvation or their undoing ?

snoop dogg vc greetings loved ones.. lets take a journey!! i’m markus, 22, and solely existing to write muses that hurt me in gruesome unspeakable ways presenting none other than mr won mujin!!

TLDR;; mujin has a no good terrible time being the oldest son, hinges his entire identity on his usefulness to society and the honor he brings to house won and lives burdened by obligation to be great. he sees no problems in this.

eldest –— FIRST BORN. time changes and wavers all things but never this. never won mujin, the wolf upon wolves.

SPIRAL BACKWARDS —— A BOUNCING BABY BOY WITH AN APPETITE SO WIDE IT’LL SWALLOW HIM WHOLE !!

-— an ouroboros, eating away at himself and learning lessons on perfection all the while. like most things that get out of hand, he was young once. malleable, with a need to please, like any child. his first mistake, won mujin’s first crime was to be a child. he was spoon-fed venomous dogma that he fervently enjoyed with equal helpings of filial piety before he could read. free will is for stronger boys than him, for boys that are blessed with a spine or at least the beginnings of one. ( born into the greatest nation, with greater purpose ! ) GREAT, GREAT ! he is nailed to the pedestal of great and he smiles with blood still in his teeth. he will be great for them. if he is not great, then he is nothing at all.

a boy of extremes, his constant spiral to more fervent dedication to religion is one for the history books. bending comes like breathing, and his prowess will take him to great heights just as expected. he’ll be a fire sage just as expected. this ability puts his individuality at a severe handicap and his existence to one of servitude. a boy of duty, of doing exactly as expected and never straying a toe out of line. family is everything, and for them, he’ll do everything. TRUE CONFUSCIANISM.

life is unextraordinary and nothing is out of place.

&& HE CANNOT TELL YOU WHEN THAT CHANGED;

-— won mujin’s second crime was to outgrow his own body. his iron spine took some time to nurture, like a gnarled seed, but it serves him for years to come. when training doesn’t progress as planned, when tiny slip-ups impede his progress —- he’s equipped to handle it all because that’s his job. ( aged just eight with such hefty expectation. ) he wields spirituality nearer to him than anything, and that spirituality brings untimely altruism and a resolve that’s never broken. ( to the day. ) the indomitable will that sits inside mujin and the adverse effects it had on his growth to keep it bitten down. in the midst of his awakening, the second child of house won is born.

mujin’s ongoing detachment is only bolstering a new accessory to his already stoical personality. he’s the foundation — the baseline to all the children that will come after him. THE WON STANDARD, a pillar through which no darkness reaches and a fire always burns. he’ll guide them all, like he’s supposed to.

supposed to, he’s SUPPOSED TO.

GRAVE MISTAKES —— THIS LIFE OF WASTED AMBITION, EVERY FIBER OF TIME SPENT LEFT HIM EMPTYHANDED!

-— THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND. out of hand in the one place it all matters, his mind. he’s trailblazing a path to enlightenment, already hitting the roof into his adolescent years by the time the youngest is born. the years pass and darken as mujin pours the sands of his life into training to fill the shoes of a fire sage. empties his years into being great. if you ask if he is happy, you’ll surely have to rephrase the question. he was demanded to be great, not happy. if you ask if he is content, he will smile with blood still in his teeth because he is great.

—— NOTES :

i’ll have an actual solid bio later b ut i’m runnin on two hours of sleep and wanted to THROW THIS OUT ASAP

i have inability to explain my muses’ personality-itis so please forgive me

complicated is too easy a word but god almighty is this man somethin. an asshole and deeply rotten inside but also not at all. it’s hard to put into words

well put together to no one’s surprise. every seam carefully tucked and every smile artfully polished

acutely terrifying, too attentive, monitoring things and people alike.

will die for the fire nation at a moment’s notice so he’s an absolute ZEALOT and that is a terrifying mindset to have or to be at odds with ( which is really to say, his value on his own life?? yoikes.. )

—— PLOTS :

someone to shepherd cause boy does he love doing that!! #eldestcomplex. someone lost spiritually who comes often for his advice. anyone who’s in some varied state of confused and directionless to help center them. he’s pretty good at that.

childhood friendships? even acquaintanceships with fellow nobles he was forced to brush hands with when your muse was likely greatly younger than him!!

god give me someone who hates his ass for being older and thusly wiser in anything your little heart desires. ( firebending, spirituality, holding himself together ) maybe they grew out of it and maybe they didn’t at all. hate fire sages? hate spirituality? hate him!!

give me some romantic agony of some kind.. give me pining, give me the silent yearning for what you won’t allow yourself baby yeaa!!

no one knows me quite like you do trope except, inevitably, close as they get to mujin he is still miles from them. but he’ll let them keep thinking so if it helps!

and lastly if none of this catches your eye i love to brainstorm anyway!!

#riseintro #i'm so tired y'all but pls love me anyways

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