#minimalistkrp

[gvnois-blog]

self para - masks -

( @minimalistkrp )

the japanese has a saying, a human has three faces. three personalities. one the show to their family, one they show to their friends and the other they show only to themselves. eunyeon, has an uncountable amount of faces.

she’s a big, fat liar. her life is nothing, her past is completely different from the reality she speaks about. she blurts out continuous cover ups to make her a second life, a second human of who she is (but only to seem normal). her favourite colour is orange, her favourite tv show is yugioh, her favourite flowers are freesias. but none of those get to her heart as a favourite-- they’re all unimpressive, but what led this woman to choose this things as the ones who;d make people think of her when they saw them?

orange is a colour meaning of warmth, fire and excitement. its a colour that warms up the heart and makes it feel at ease, safe and good. it is not an aggressive colour, such as red, and it is not a weak, soft colour such as yellow or light blue. its a mixture of what is strong and what its weak. 

yu gi oh is a show that aired in the first decade of the 2000′s. by that time, eunyeon was roaming around the 9 to 19 years of age which led to a very significant opportunity for her to choose such programme. at the same time, it is not a lie that it was a hit one, that it caught everyone on the hype of card dueling and, in her own personal mind, it seemed logical that she liked such thing so much. at the same time, it is her only favourite show and she isnt aware of the others due to another lie: tv rule. she was only allowed to watch tv at a certain time, which was the time yu gi oh was aired. she claimed that because she did not know of any other, that that was the only one that had a spot in her heart.

freesias. the only reason behind this lie its because they smell good. eunyeon never sought for a deeper explanation on the randomness of this pick; it happened on a day where it was the only flower name she remembered when asked what kind of flower she liked. 

these three explain the level of her facade. they bring an idea of how deep this woman can go when it comes to not showing her real interests, not showing her true enthusiasms for human activities and, in a bigger scale, not show her growing apathy for the special over attraction to certain things. 

she was, is, and will always be a woman reigned by the logic of the world. morals, dignity, pride. she is unknown to all of those. manners, respect to the elder. hate and love. she always spoke from her brain, never listened to her heart and reached a point in life where she solemnly declares that her heart has never placed a dilemma upon her brain; a woman of science that can only live through science, but in order to survive a life with people surrounding her and liking her, she has come to the solution to create a mountain of lies, so strong that no matter how much someone tried to bring it down to reach the core of who she is, it’ll end up in a miserable fail.

[yeozus]

Character Development : Description

BASICS

full name :  yeo sanyeon ;  legally changed to yeo hunter in 2005.  nicknames :  hun, hunt, hunnie / honey. his elder sister refers to him as “saengoo” somewhat often.  sex / gender :  male / genderfluid.  right or left :  left.  age :  128 / 129. height :  168cm / 5′6.5″.  eye colour :  bright gold.  hair colour :  black, currently.  distinguishing marks :  none.  paragraph of physical traits :  though considered standard height for a korean male,  hunter is rather short when the industry in which he began his public career is concerned.  what height he has, his legs account for most of it,  and he’s actually grown an inch or two since his modeling debut in 2005-’06.  he is slender though toned in several areas  (  most notably his abdomen, arms, calves and thighs  )  and this may be accredited to his regular exercise regimen.  on the occasion that he gains weight,  it most likely will be found around his thighs / glutes,  which is where most of his low percentage of body fat can be found.  he builds muscle easily,  but likes to stay lithe,  as that’s simply his personal preference.  he is fair-skinned,  though he tans easily,  with naturally plush lips and medium-sized eyes.  hunter’s nose is very thin, and his nostrils appear somewhat pinched,  due to a rhinoplasty.  he has an angular and sharp jawline,  as opposed to his natural rounded shape,  as he’s also had his jaw shaved.  both procuderes were carried out about 12 years ago. 

FAMILY / RELIGION

parents :  lee daeyeon  (  mother, deceased.  ) ;  yeo sanggil  (  father, deceased.  )  siblings : yeo leeyeon  (  elder sister, +10 years.  )  ;  yeo junyeon  ( elder brother,  +3 years, deceased. )  marital status :  dating.  significant other/s :  kim woobin  (  boyfriend.  )  children :  yeo cheonsa  (  daughter, b. 2012.  )  other relatives :  none.  pets :  grey  (  alaskan malamute / gray wolf hybrid.  )  ;  honey  (  shar pei.  )  ;  anubis  (  great dane, blind.  )  ;  bunnie  (  european shorthair cat.  )  ;  osiris  (  chinchilla.  )   friends :  several close ones,  many acquaintances.   enemies :  any demon  (  that he hasn’t made amends with / grown fond of.  ) ethnicity :  asian  (  korean.  ) religion :  christian  (  most nearly protestant.  )   beliefs :  very liberal,  despite being somewhat religious / god-fearing.  superstitions :  seeing the bride before the wedding,  voodoo dolls.  diction / accent :  strong  seoul / gyeonggi satoori.  hunter uses a lot of slang and speaks very casually,  though any “vowel” sounds tend to be liasoned together or skipped completely.  he speaks this way due to where he matured in incheon,  learning to speak the dialect of the people around him in the more rundown / slumlike areas of town,  as that is where he could afford to live at the time.  though,  he can speak formally and does when he finds it appropriate.  when speaking in english,  his accent is thick and he tends to speak barely-noticably slower than native speakers,  and as he learned english in new york,  he has a very slight new york accent  (  only when speaking english.  )  all other languages he’s become fluent in,  he speaks the standard dialect,  though he’s well familiar with french and italian slang as he has residences in those countries. 

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

education : college / university graduate.  degree(s) :  master’s degree in fashion design from fashion institute of technology ;  bachelor’s degree in film / theatre from seoul institute of the arts.  occupation :  fashion designer,  supermodel,  aspiring actor.  own or rent : own. living space :  32,000 sq. foot mansion in seoul. work space :  in-home office,  several other offices at the chanel and louis vuitton headquarters.  main mode of transport :  car / chauffeur. 

PSYCHOLOGY

fears :  loneliness,  insects. secrets :  the fact that he is not human,  his relationship,  his real name. iq :  114. eating habits :  one to two full meals a day,  two or three small snacks in between.  he eats most of whatever he wants and tends to exercise off any unhealthy consumption.  food preferences :  salty foods,  though he does have a bit of a sweet tooth as well.  sleeping habits :  sporadic, anywhere from 30 minutes to 10 hours.  book preferences :  enjoys a wide variety of styles,  though romance and suspense are his favorites. music preferences :  another wide variety,  he’ll listen to almost anything though he tends to refrain from country or anything too slow.  rap, rock and r&b are the most prominent genres of his collection.  groups or alone :  groups. leader or follower :  leader. planner or spontaneous :  balanced,  but a bit more on the spontaneous side. journal :  he does not keep a physical journal. hobbies :  drawing,  singing,  dancing,  art collecting. how do they relax :  creating designs,  talking with loved ones,  or sleeping. what excites them :  everything about fashion,  discovering new music / artists,  the company of those he loves,  parties,  alcohol.  what stresses them:  misunderstandings,  a loaded schedule,  not getting enough sleep / caffeine.  pet peeves :  not being listened to,  being ignored,  people who wear shoes in the house,  those who make assumptions as well as the assumptions themselves. prejudices :  none prominent. attitudes :  usually friendly,  though he can become very sassy / outspoken very easily.  when irritated,  it worsens.  he is also quick to become jealous,  though not of material things. obsessions :  fashion,  his own appearance,  music. addictions :  alcohol,  nicotine,  affection,  attention,  sexual pleasure.  ambitions :  to be a great faher,  to better himself as a designer despite all his success,  to broaden his acting career.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

purse/bag :  makeup  (  coordinated with the day’s look for touch-ups  )  ;  lotion ;  gloves  (  both fingerless and normal in case he needs to cover his hands for some reason  )  ;  perfume / cologne  ;  his passport  ;  a vodka flask  ;  gum / mints  ;  phone cases  (  to coordinate with his outfit  )  ;  2 pairs of sunglasses ;  wallet  ;  lighter  (  if not in pockets  ). wallet :  black card ;  credit card(s) ;  driver’s license ;  business card(s)  (  both his own and collected ones  )  ;  a few photos of his family ;  cash (  usually not an excessive amount,  since he carries his cards with him.  )  fridge :  usually full,  though he tends to throw out a lot of items since he only lives with his daughter,  and neither of them eat a considerable lot. medicine cabinet :  tea,  painkillers,  first aid kit,  iron pills,  antidepressants,  sedatives,  vitamin supplements,  cough syrup,  cold / flu medicine.  glove compartment :  napkins  (  in case he needs to blow his nose  )  ;  flashlight ;  painkillers ;  cigarettes ;  lube.  junk drawer :  condoms,  lube,  tissues,  wet-wipes,  reading glasses,  reading light,  spare phone charger,  batteries. desk :  pens,  pencils,  his sketchbook,  work tablet,  work laptop,  colored pencil sets,  pencil sharpener,  erasers,  rulers,  scissors. clothes pockets :  cigarettes,  lighter(s),  phone,  headphones.

OTHER

halloween costumes :  he did not dress up last year,  but the year before he was beyoncé.  talents :  singing,  dancing,  design,  drawing. politics :  far left,  though he takes no formal political associations. flaws :  loud,  overly emotional / sensitive,  (  passive-  )  aggressive,  impulsive,  holds anger,  lustful,  crude,  vulgar,  sassy / smart-mouthed,  broken,  addict. strengths :  caring,  bold,  ambitious,  loving,  energetic,  talented,  versatile,  kind,  generous,  persistent. drugs / alcohol :  smokes cigarettes / cigars,  smokes weed,  heavy drinker  (  will drink literally anything  ).  passwords :  usually something having to do with elton john.  prized possessions :  his mother’s cross earring,  his brother’s military badges,  his own jewelry.  time and place :  korean standard time ;  seoul,  south korea.  special places :  his apartment in paris.  special memories :  when he was scouted,  when he first moved to seoul,  meeting karl and gilyoon,  meeting soojoo,  the birth of his daughter,  the last time he saw his mother,  several instances between he and his brother as children,  reuniting with his sister and learning she is still alive after more than a decade apart.

[ponymkup]

[ * dev question ] Why did you choose to work with make up? Is there a special reason?

“I don’t consider it work,” she replied with a shake of her head. “It started as a hobby, ever since young. I loved to experiment with make up.” Hyemin aspired to look perfect, and she sought out ways to achieve that goal with cosmetics. At first, it seemed like a daily routine, to slap on make up and walk out of the door. Eventually, as she discovered more products and what they are used for, she learnt how to utilize them to enhance her best features and conceal the so-called ‘imperfections’. 

“I never intended to get on this career path,” she continued, hands gesturing animatedly while explaining her work experience. “Before this, I had a desk job. Graphic designing… but it didn’t give me any fulfilment so I switched, do what I love most, which is playing with cosmetics. I wanted to make myself and others pretty. It’s an effective boost to your self-confidence when you look good, right?” 

Nose scrunched up slightly, the makeup artist confessed, “I’ll admit though. Initially I had qualms, worries, because there’s a risk my hobby could turn into a laborious job that I don’t enjoy.” Her facial expression brightened up immediately after, a soft grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “But you know the cliché saying, I’m unsure of the exact quote, but it’s along the lines of ‘Choose to do something you love and you won’t have to work another day’? It’s sort of like that. I never regretted changing my career. It’s probably the best decision I’ve ever made in life.”

[dallisim-blog]

[ * dev question ] Do you ever regret dropping school? Do you wish you could comeback?

▷ ▷ ▷ @minimalistkrp

               “dropping out? oh no. i didn’t really see myself going anywhere in school. spend eight to ten hours learning material I’ll probably never apply to real life situations only to go another four to six years to earn a degree that will basically lead me to a job where my life will be shaped into 6am wake ups and 9pm bedtimes?” she scoffs at the idea, her whole body wanting to show signs of protest at the idea of actually being stuck in a routine that brands her a zombie just like the countless other humans who have given their life over to what is set as a normal standard.               “i love the unpredictability of my life. how I can pack up my belongs and easily hop on a plane to Aruba or some remote South American village. this is how people should live their life. not as robots coated in flesh and annoying hair follicles. down with the norm. Be free!”

[daviscre-archived]

[ * dev question ] Why did you choose to work on youtube? Is it the thing you love the most? Do you want to work there for the rest of your life?

☆ ┇”I think this is the most common question that people ask me in the comment section on my youtube videos and i’ve answered it so many times already. I chosed it because I always used it when I was using the internet in my younger teens, I looked up to these people who did urban exploring, doing whatever they wanted and not caring bout what other people think of them and the paronormal t v shows that are legit and not fake. I really admired that and I still do, and i wanted to try both so I decided to mix both up into one and i’ve been doing this since I was 18 years old.  And im not sure if I will be doing this for the rest of my life, but for now this is my passion and has been for a long time and hopefully will be for another couple years.”

[kaikarie-archieve]

( + ) We would like to welcome you to our family ! We're so happy and we truly hope you will be happy to be with us. We also hope you can develop your muse and learn more about them. We aim for simple and uncomplicated! Please feel free to contact us any time! Please be happy and expect weekly asks from us!

Thank you! I hope this place goes well!

[itsjooj-blog1]

( + ) Hello, we would like to welcome you to our family! It's a pleasure to have you with us. We're so happy and we truly hope you will be happy to be with us. We also hope you can develop your muse and learn more about them. We aim for simple and uncomplicated! Please feel free to contact us any time! Please be happy and expect weekly asks from us!

• • • Thank you! 

[wiseng-blog]

( + ) Hello, we would like to welcome you to our family! It's a pleasure to have you with us. We're so happy and we truly hope you will be happy to be with us. We also hope you can develop your muse and learn more about them. We aim for simple and uncomplicated! Please feel free to contact us any time! Please be happy and expect weekly asks from us!

thank you so much, will do so.

[animcls-blog]

( + ) Hello, we would like to welcome you to our family! It’s a pleasure to have you with us. We’re so happy and we truly hope you will be happy to be with us. We also hope you can develop your muse and learn more about them. We aim for simple and uncomplicated! Please feel free to contact us any time! Please be happy and expect weekly asks from us!

Thank you, once again!

[minimalistkrp-blog]

Hello everyone, surprisingly enough we’re having another event this month! It’s been around two weeks since the last one, but we decided to make a new one. Also a themed one. Plus, this is another activity check so please read what follows bellow !!

Hello everyone, surprisingly enough we’re having another event this month! It’s been around two weeks since the last one, but we decided to make a new one. Also a themed one. Plus, this is another activity check so please read what follows bellow !!

The admins have decided to pick the theme CARNIVAL this month. As some of you may know, and some maybe not, Carnival is a festive part of the year where people distinguish themselves with someone they are not. Sort of like Halloween, but every country who celebrates this has created a special meaning.

All around the world, Carnival is celebrated around February/March, it depends when the Easter is celebrated. The picture ahead is a picture of Venice, a city that celebrates Carnival:

The Carnival of Venice  is an annual festival held in Venice, Italy. The Carnival ends with the Christian celebration of Lent, forty days before Easter, on Shrove Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday.

But of course, as previously said, a lot of other countries celebrate Carnival too. Countries like Portugal and Brasil, for instances. If you’d like to know more just do a simple search on Google, the images are also great and you’ll get a feeling of what it is around the world.

Now why did we pick the Carnival in Venice? It’s because it’s known because of the masks and that’s exactly what this Event will be about. Unlike the other, this one will be an event for you to work on your muse alone. A Character Development type of Event. The goal here is for your muse to write about masks. Did they use one? Do they use one? Are they 100% honest with everyone? Are they honest with themselves? What is the mask they use to hide their real facade, and if they don’t use one, why didn’t they ever feel the need to do so?

We want to do this so you can re-value your muse, so you can try to figure and understand them better. So we do want you to write a self-para and to tag us by mentioning us in your post ( put @ minimalistkrp ). So we can see you did it, we’re not gonna say if it’s good or bad, we’re not teachers. We want you to do this because as oc muses it’s good we know who our characters are so we can grow them.

Now before everyone asks:

Is it obligatory ?

This time it will be. Not all events are obligatory, especially the ones where we pair you up! Yet this one is what brought this directory all together, character development!

Do we have a limit date?

Because we know everyone is busy we will give you until March’s 10th. If you need more time please, PLEASE, send us a message!

What if I can’t do it?

If you can’t do it, send us an ask explaining why you can’t.

Members who are on hiatus have to do it too?

Of course not!

Can new members join?

THEY SHOULD! Members who were accepted this Sunday are already part of the members who HAVE to join. The people who will be accepted after March’s 1st are not obligated to join but it would be lovely if they did!

Also, part of the activity check is to like this post. No need to reblog it like last time, a like will be enough!

[mellifluxvs-blog]

I am not hiding behind my canvas - I am living in it.

Excerpt no.46 - an unpublished autobiography ( @minimalistkrp )

I’m truly just living my life as fully as I possibly can I do not understand why that is so hard for people to grasp. I am existing happily and wholeheartedly. Who cares if everything isn’t true. No one has never been lied to, I am just an impression upon that experience. And besides– it isn’t lying… it is acting. I am a persona! A creation, with depth and purpose and livelihood. I am complex, feeling and attentive. Any conversation you have with me is with me, just… another me. More interesting– no, more interested. So alert in fact that I even sleep with my eyes open. Quite a story in fact, I have such a stock of eye drops just looking at it would bring the strongest man to tears. To tears…

Again, I am not sure what has everyone so bothered. My mother calls me and she says, she says “Since when do you speak this way? Are you intoxicated?" As if I’m a regular old alcoholic tripping outside the bar. I’m offended. And I told her that too. Environments change people– alter them, excuse me. I am simply altered. You could say I shoved everything to the back of my mind but I absolutely haven’t. It’s methodical, well thought out and planned. Absolutely planned. Stanislavsky would certainly shake my hand, I’m so dedicated to my craft I’ve become a part of it. She said after some time, many phone calls later (excruciatingly angered and absolutely bothered), “Whatever this mask is that you’ve decided to live behind? It’s plain stupid, talk to me like I am your mother.”

It’s hard to have respect for someone who just… plainly disrespects you. And it’s not as if she ever had any respect for me so I mean, what else is there to do. I was so much more boring before… I snapped once and tried to explain this to her and she said (rising) “You can’t put makeup on a monkey and call it a woman.” Which was a stupid analogy, but I didn’t say that, I said: “And am I a monkey, mom?” She grunted and hung up.

Perhaps I am still boring and not even the slightest bit exciting but what is important is that I believe so. Raise a brow, question me, stare me down. I am in control at the very least– at the end of the day. So it doesn’t matter, I presume, I am the best monkey.

Sincerely,

James

[trouvxilles-blog]

bleed brilliant blue & stunning silver.

@minimalistkrp​

i took a deep breath, and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am. i am. i am.

terry wants to believe he’s a genuine person.

he is.

he used to be.

he sits on the edge of the university rooftop, legs dangling six stories from the ground. it’s easy to jump, but he doesn’t. he hates heights. that’s one thing he doesn’t tell people. another thing is that he’s slowly slipping into insanity, and he’s torn between doing something about it and just letting it happen.

back when terry was nine, his mom made him a colorful mask for halloween, told him to wear it at all times so people couldn’t tell who he was - like a superhero, he thought. but his mother smiled, told him, “no, honey. you’re a completely different person tonight.”

lance, who was eleven, wore the real superhero mask - to hide his identity. it was red, and he wore a blue cape, which was really just a bright blue blanket tied loosely around his neck. he was still lance underneath. tanya was fourteen, and wore a black mask reminiscent of a black siamese cat. she was in the kitchen, preparing the paper bags they’re using for trick-or-treating.

terry’s mask stood out from the rest - painted a stunning midnight blue, looked almost like velvet, with intricate silver details. debra obviously did not pass on any of her artistic skills to terry. he held the mask in his hands in awe - curved with its edged turned upwards. it looked like terry was about to attend a masquerade ball, and he loved it. he gave his mom a tight hug, told her it was beautiful. (today, the mask remains untouched on his desk.)

in masquerade balls, attendees wear elegantly elaborate masks for the sake of anonymity. by the end of the night, they could have gone home with a total stranger. by the time terry was fourteen, the idea seemed thrilling. when their parents had their nightly round of drunken disputes, and tanya sent them off to bed, terry would wear the mask - pretend he was a different person, like his mother told him five halloweens ago.

it was just after midnight - the first of november.

she left a week later.

when terry first developed symptoms of bipolar disorder at nineteen. he woke up to run ten miles at five in the morning despite only getting three hours of sleep - subjective, since he didn’t even remember falling asleep. he came back home, took a shower, and headed straight for rotc. he arrived at seven, right on the dot. the lieutenant was impressed by both his attendance and energy. he couldn’t stop talking, ideas and words flying in a jumbled and disorganized manner. his friends could barely get a word in. he managed to get in - at most - around twelve hours of sleep for the entire week, although terry woke up unsure if he even got any sleep at all. it was easy to hide the fact that you were slipping into insanity when all you did all week was smile and laugh and run and fuck.

a week and a half later, he crashed. terry could barely get out of bed, snapped at any and everyone that tried to talk to him. julie left him food, which he didn’t touch all day. he could manage to take one bite before feeling the need to vomit the contents of his empty stomach. it was hard to hide the fact that you were slipping into insanity when all you did was sleep and cry and snap and swing bats at anyone who comes behind you and claim that there are people following you outside and, at one point, attempt suicide. without knowing you attempted suicide.

terry’s attendance shifted from an invite response to involuntary confinement. the venue changed from vibrant masquerade ball to a dull gray room. his mask turned from elegant blue with intricate silver to white pills in orange bottles.

on most days terry still wonders if he’s wearing a mask, the one from a long time ago, the one his mother told him to wear. or if it’s something else entirely, one he carelessly drew on a piece of paper in a desperate attempt to hide his shame. sometimes he wonders if he can ever remove it by himself, or if it just slips off on its own the way his sanity does once every few days, weeks, months, and he has no way of controlling it.

you’re a completely different person tonight.

and he is. but, really, he can’t tell the difference anymore.

he doesn’t remember who he is. was.

it’s a curse, terry thinks. he wishes his mother never uttered those words.

every night is terrifying. terry doesn’t know when his mind would transform into a pit of darkness, a giant blackhole that swallows up any remnant of the person he used to be just a day ago. sometimes he remembers. other times he doesn’t. 

terry used to be a genuine person. a person with nothing to hide. but now, he does - behind the same pretty blue and silver masquerade mask, except he knows he's never getting to that ball.

he hides not because he wants to. he hides because he has to.

[yeozus]

[ * dev question ] Is there a reason why you choose to work with fashion?

『 ✝ 』     ❛  YA’NO … hearin’ that question nowadays makes me want to laugh? i know there’s nothin’ funny about it, but … in my case, it almost feels like goin’ up to someone an’ askin’ ‘em,  “HEY, WHY D’YOU BREATHE?”  ‘cause -  BEWARE,  this is gonna sound dramatic - fashion is like breathing to me. it’s a whole lil’ world inside this big one we live in, just like any other form of art an’ expression.  ❜  and, as promised, he is laughing. it’s a soft, mirthful laughter - almost childlike in nature but in sound it is harmonious and purposeful;  the sound of someone who’s found what they were  BORN  to do after years of searching and doubt; of  REJECTION & ADVERSITY. 

                 when able to speak again, he hardly hesitates after his thoughts are gathered by the net of his passions - oh, if he doesn’t  LOVE  to speak of his origins.  ❛  it may be a familiar story to some who’ve known me for a while, i think, but i’ll tell it anyway - when i first started out, i was a model. barely 17, i was wipin’ down a table at my day-job … i remember it like it just happened, ya’no? i didn’t know at the time that my life would change forever, but i remember the way the kid that had been sittin’ there spilled chocolate milk all over his sister an’ all over the fuckin’ table - his mom was so mad, an’ she made to get somethin’ out of her purse to clean it up but i stopped her. i mean, it was my job at the time, she looked like a busy lady an’ she had two kids with her, so, it was the least i could do, to be honest. so she left an’ i started wipin’ up the mess after someone i worked with cleared the dishes … an’ i was in the middle of that goddamn ocean of chocolate milk, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, when some lady whose order i remember takin’ approached me an’ - i’m not shittin’ you - she said  “DO YOU KNOW HOW GORGEOUS YOU ARE?”

                 obviously, i started laughin’ - i prolly blushed a lil’ bit, too. ‘cause i wasn’t used to hearin’ that at that point in my life. i mean sure, people would tell me i was easy on the eyes from time to time but no one had ever straight up walked up to me just to say that. an’ shit, i prolly didn’t look that great. i was in my work clothes, i was way too thin ‘cause i was only eatin’ like half a meal a day tryna make ends meet, my hair was dyed this fairy princess pink, ‘cause that was what the boss of my other job wanted an’ the boss of my day-job was not at all impressed - no makeup, no jewelry, no nothin’. an’ she tells me i’m gorgeous. 

                 so i tell her, i say - well  THANK YOU,  but i’m not that great. she laughed at me an’ she goes in her purse, pulls out this card. at first i thought she was gonna give me her phone number an’ i nearly had a heart attack, ‘cause she had to be like 40 somethin’ an’ i’m just this 17 year old kid, ya’no? but it was this fancy as  FUCK  - seriously, it was chrome, i thought she accidentally handed me her credit card for a second - business card! an’ while i’m readin’ what it says, she tells me she’s a scout, she asks me if i have modelin’ experience, which i sure as fuck didn’t, an’ she told me to come to seoul for an interview with her agency. i flipped the fuck out, i almost didn’t do it - but i did, an’ look where i am right now. could you imagine? 

               things just fell into place, one by one. it wasn’t easy, though … hell, it was  NOT  easy. an’ it took a long time. i’m not 6 feet tall an’ i’ve got all these tattoos … i would get to thinkin’ sometimes, shit, i’m not made for this. but i love it. i love everythin’ about fashion - the clothes, the colours … creatin’ an’ wearin’ an’ experiencin’ … it’s a way of life, it’s like a damn  RELIGION,  almost.  ❜  he pauses, exhaling a held breath as he takes a moment to reflect on all he’d been through, all the luck - the  BLESSINGS  - he’d come across in his life. he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. 

                 ❛  god, i’m nowhere near 17 anymore, an’ i still get choked up about it, sometimes. but it’s true. i went from modelin’ for posters an’ billboards to endorsin’ the world’s most famous high fashion brands - to  CREATING  with them. if you’d have told me that when i first started i woulda punched you in your damn mouth for gettin’ my hopes that high, but … man, i’d ‘a owed you an apology by now!  ❜  hunter’s laughing again - a joyful, thankful sound as he wipes at his eyes, biting into his lower lip before finding his voice once more, once he’s sure it wouldn’t crack. 

                 ❛  fashion modelin’ … fashion photography, an’ fashion design are the most important things in my life - the biggest blessings an’ passions, aside from my own daughter, my family, an’ those i hold dear to my heart. i never even thought … when i was a child, i loved clothes so much. i loved to sit with my mother an’ sew, even if it wasn’t somethin’ ‘boys’ were supposed to do … like, fuck that, i loved it. i loved to watch my mother get ready for special occasions, i’d even help her sometimes an’ she’d tell me that i had an eye for what goes together, what looks good. she told me that i had a strong aesthetic, an’ … i really held that in my heart. i thought i couldn’t do fashion, ‘cause … it just seemed to unattainable. i thought i couldn’t be a model ‘cause … even though my legs are long for my size, i’m not very tall. now i’m a goddamn supermodel. i thought i couldn’t do design, ‘cause … i would take one look at karl lagerfeld an’ donatella versace ( who, mind you, i hang out with all the fuckin’ time nowadays ) .. an’ i’d say, fuckin’  LOOK  at them. i thought it was somethin’ you had to be born with in your veins … but i didn’t realize that i  WAS.  that just ‘cause i was workin’ at a cafe in the day an’ at a club at night at the time, i could never be like them. like, i wish i could fuckin’ slap myself in the damn face back then. 

                 ‘cause i’m not like them. an’ i don’t have to be. i’m like myself. i have my own creative vision, my own heart, my own aesthetic - an’ now, my own collection. with the biggest fashion houses in the world. i am myself … and myself is fashion. everythin’ i do is fashion. it’s  ME. because it’s individuality and beauty an’ expression an’ passion. that’s why i chose to work with fashion. ‘cause i was born to do it. an’ i’ll do it till i fall over an’ die.  ❜

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She remembered the first time she had ever seen the masks worn for Carnival. They were a lot different than the ones she had seen in Sicily the years before. But those terrified her but these, she had never seen anything so detailed and beautiful. 

Hayden hadn’t been able to attend the ball the first year they had been in Italy, the second year, she had been able to attend but only for a few hours before dad had taken them home. Their third and final year in Italy, dad decided he would take them to Venice and allowed them to stay longer. The kids were also allowed to each get a mask of their own. Hayden had been waiting for that moment, tugging her older sister to the shop so they could both pick out a mask. She had seen all the beautiful masks the women wore, the different colors and the detailed costumes that went along with them, tying the whole outfit perfectly.

Mom was keen on dressing her triplets alike and even at the age of 8, she suggested the triplets pick similar colors and masks. Of course Hayden refused, more like threw a fit, her father opting with a  ❝ pick whatever color and mask you’d like, princess. ❞

Hayden hadn’t made such a big deal up to that point about matching with her brothers but this time she wanted to be different. Sloan was allowed to wear and look different, why did she have to look like her two brothers? Wasn’t it enough that they had similar features? Personality wise, the three were completely different. Kayden was bubbly and laid back, he got along pretty well with everyone. Jayden was a little more reserved and independent. And Hayden was all around pretty loud and mischievous, always dragging her brothers in on her shenanigans but easily getting away with it.  

The boys of course had no problem matching, it came natural to them after all these years. Their masks the same design but different colors. Hayden figured that’s what their mother wanted for her as well. But she decided to go a different route. She picked a purple and black, butterfly metal half mask. Something a little heavy for her at the time and she was pretty sure she regretted wearing it after a few hours but Hayden was determined to be different from the rest of her siblings and kept it on the whole time.

Sure she was a triplet but she was the only girl out of the three. She didn’t want to look like her brothers anymore. She wanted to be her own person. Hayden Kang, not Kayden and Jayden’s mirror.

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