Personal Message
moon hyuna
ice queen
wand
delilah
familiar
cauldron
Ingredients
shazam box
stickers
gift box
gifts
mailbox
messages
storage
purchases
Description
moon hyuna
blood is the most powerful, living ingredient. souls ... are the back bones of all that are powerful.
❝There are no rules.
That is how art is born, how breakthroughs happen.
Go against the rules or ignore the rules. ❞
That is how art is born, how breakthroughs happen.
Go against the rules or ignore the rules. ❞
check jimin for ooc notes.
WIP...
19
january
twist the bones
alchemist
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black market mage
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400+
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engaged
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" make me"
mr. yu
and bend the back ... ⌘
help me
" when hyuna was a little girl, she was actually a mortal. born into a very small cultist town, born to the wrong household, it seemed. she had a twin, and even though she was born second, her town believed that the second born was the eldest, because the ‘formed’ first in the womb.
so, because of that, she was separated from her sister when she was five. set into a different house completely, to be purified. ‘purified’ for a ritual that was to keep her town ‘safe’ from the demons attacking it. she was not to love, not to feel, not to be angry, anything. she could only see the maids ‘made’ for her, and she could only see her mom. no males. whatsoever.
but then she fell in stupid, childish love — just an infatuation of a boy who was curious about the house no one could go into. hyuna fell in love, and therefore was no longer pure. she needed to hate to become pure again, so when her mother found out, her mother had him killed, and had a letter forged saying he was leaving. it broke her little teenage heart, and she became ‘as pure’ as she could, but it wasn’t enough. on the night of the ritual, she saw something — the demons were essentially telling her she wasn’t good enough, that she still held on to that love, and they needed her to hate.
her sadness wasn’t good enough — they needed her betrayal. so they showed her the death of the boy she’d fell in love with, and her rage consumed her. more than what they could seem to handle, at the time. she’d cursed the land, even though she wasn’t a witch — yet. in the midst of her afterlife, kind of a inbetween — she wasn’t dead, nor was she alive — she started taking souls, consuming them to feed the rage that boiled inside, and the devil, the demons, didn’t like that she was taking what they needed, so they banished her, cast her from the middle of the ritual, and in turn cursed her.
cursed her for every year, on that day, for her curse to spread through her body, feeling the pain of her ritual over and over, as the tattoo bleeds through her skin and consumes her.
until she found her loophole; she can use those souls to live. "
" when hyuna was a little girl, she was actually a mortal. born into a very small cultist town, born to the wrong household, it seemed. she had a twin, and even though she was born second, her town believed that the second born was the eldest, because the ‘formed’ first in the womb.
so, because of that, she was separated from her sister when she was five. set into a different house completely, to be purified. ‘purified’ for a ritual that was to keep her town ‘safe’ from the demons attacking it. she was not to love, not to feel, not to be angry, anything. she could only see the maids ‘made’ for her, and she could only see her mom. no males. whatsoever.
but then she fell in stupid, childish love — just an infatuation of a boy who was curious about the house no one could go into. hyuna fell in love, and therefore was no longer pure. she needed to hate to become pure again, so when her mother found out, her mother had him killed, and had a letter forged saying he was leaving. it broke her little teenage heart, and she became ‘as pure’ as she could, but it wasn’t enough. on the night of the ritual, she saw something — the demons were essentially telling her she wasn’t good enough, that she still held on to that love, and they needed her to hate.
her sadness wasn’t good enough — they needed her betrayal. so they showed her the death of the boy she’d fell in love with, and her rage consumed her. more than what they could seem to handle, at the time. she’d cursed the land, even though she wasn’t a witch — yet. in the midst of her afterlife, kind of a inbetween — she wasn’t dead, nor was she alive — she started taking souls, consuming them to feed the rage that boiled inside, and the devil, the demons, didn’t like that she was taking what they needed, so they banished her, cast her from the middle of the ritual, and in turn cursed her.
cursed her for every year, on that day, for her curse to spread through her body, feeling the pain of her ritual over and over, as the tattoo bleeds through her skin and consumes her.
until she found her loophole; she can use those souls to live. "
words. ⌘
+ trxsh atelier rpr edit @ vivaldi