"You May See Me As A Fragile Flower, But Ive Learned That Even The Softest Petals Can Withstand The Fiercest

"You may see me as a fragile flower, but I’ve learned that even the softest petals can withstand the fiercest storms. I won't wait for someone to rescue me; I will fight for myself."

# 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍: featuring an original crossover character by the name of HAE-SEOL KIM, constructed within the universe of blood+ / marvel's avengers with headcanon based information and character themes revolving around but not limited to:

the reluctant chosen one, the heart of gold, the emotional survivor, the haunted, the outsider, the secret keeper, the tragic hero, the cursed protagonist, the empath, the dream seer, the silent strength, the symbol of hope, and the burdened protector.

"Destiny's hand may guide my way, But my heart is a compass that never will sway. In the face of the storm, I reclaim my voice, For I am the weaver of my own choice."

"Every wound is a river that carves through the stone. In the depths of our pain, we are never alone. I gather the fragments of hearts that have bled, sewing love into where there was nothing but dread."

Does that make any sense? — Yeah.

BIG LITTLE LIES | 1x01 “Somebody’s Dead”

✖ one crazy mother██er ✖

can't wait for his anime debut 🙏

Daily hanbok by 김재은.

### Scene: An Unwelcome Guest

The air was heavy with the smell of burning incense, a thick haze hanging in the small room. Haeseol sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, her body still aching from the most recent possession. Sweat beaded at her forehead, her vision blurring slightly as she tried to center herself. The spirits had been restless all week, and tonight, their presence pressed against her like a suffocating weight.

She could feel them—restless, circling, watching.

But it was one in particular that made her chest tighten with unease.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candlelight flickering in the corners, casting long shadows on the walls. But even the shadows felt wrong tonight. They moved on their own, creeping, shifting in ways that made her skin crawl.

Then, a cold gust swept through the room. The candles flickered violently, some extinguishing with soft pops. The darkness pressed in closer, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Haeseol’s breath caught in her throat.

It was here.

The spirit’s presence filled the room, palpable and oppressive. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was there, lingering in the corner where the shadows pooled unnaturally.

And then she heard it. That voice. The one that haunted her dreams.

"Shaman..."

The voice was nasally, hoarse, a rasp that grated against her ears like the grinding of bones. It slithered through the air, wrapping around her like a noose, tightening with every syllable.

"You’ve been avoiding me..."

Haeseol’s body went rigid, her muscles locking in place. She forced her eyes open, her gaze darting to the corner where the darkness seemed to pulse and writhe. And there it was—emerging from the shadows, its skeletal form bending unnaturally as it stepped into the dim light.

Its body was long, grotesque, and emaciated, skin stretched tight over bones that seemed too large for its frame. What little flesh it had was gray and mottled, like it had been rotting for centuries. Its limbs were unnervingly long, the fingers twisted into jagged claws. And its face—if it could even be called that—was a gaping maw, dark and hollow, with thin strands of skin clinging to its skull-like features.

It moved with an unnatural grace, each step deliberate, each movement precise. It didn’t lurch or stumble like other spirits. No, this one moved like a predator. Calculated. Patient.

Haeseol’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow as she stared at the creature. She had dealt with angry spirits before. Violent ones. Vengeful ones. But this one… this was something else. Something older. Something that shouldn’t exist.

The spirit tilted its head, observing her with hollow, sunken eyes. Its grin stretched wider, too wide, like its face was splitting open.

"So... young," it rasped, voice dripping with mockery. "And yet, you think you can stand against me? Against what I am?"

It took another step forward, its elongated fingers twitching as if testing the air between them.

Haeseol swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak despite the lump lodged in her throat. “You don’t belong here,” she managed, her voice trembling. “Go back.”

The creature chuckled, a low, rasping sound that reverberated through the room. It was amused.

"You think you have control over me, little shaman?" it hissed, its voice like nails scraping across stone. "Do you even know what I am? What you face? Or are you just a child... playing at a game too big for you?"

It inched closer, its skeletal form casting an impossibly long shadow across the floor. Haeseol tried to move, to shift her body into a protective stance, but her limbs felt heavy, like they were anchored to the ground.

"I know who you are," it whispered, leaning in closer, its breath cold and rancid against her skin. "I know your blood. I know your grandmother. She couldn’t stop me. Do you think you can?"

Her heart skipped a beat, fear gripping her chest. The spirit’s words hit her like a punch to the gut. It knew her grandmother. Ming-Ji, the shaman who had taught her everything she knew. The one who had fought and exorcised more spirits than Haeseol could count.

And this thing… it had survived.

Haeseol’s pulse quickened, but she forced herself to keep her gaze steady, her breath controlled. She couldn’t show fear. Not to this thing.

“I’m not her,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But I’ll end you.”

The spirit’s laugh was cold, chilling. It tilted its head, regarding her like a curious insect.

"Brave words... for one so fragile."

In one swift motion, it lunged. Haeseol’s body reacted on instinct, her hand shooting out as she uttered a string of ancient incantations. The air crackled with energy, the wards she had set up earlier flickering to life in defense. The creature stopped just short of her, its face mere inches from hers, stopped only by the barrier she had created.

It hovered there, staring into her eyes, its breath rasping, foul and cold.

"You’ll break eventually, shaman," it whispered, its voice soft and insidious. "They all do."

With a final, lingering look, the spirit retreated back into the shadows, disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. The air in the room lightened, the oppressive weight lifting as it faded.

But even as it left, Haeseol could still feel its presence. The lingering threat. The promise of its return.

She exhaled shakily, her body collapsing onto the floor as the adrenaline drained from her limbs.

She had faced countless spirits, but this one… this one was different. It wasn’t just a lost soul or a malevolent ghost. It was something far worse. Something ancient.

And it was watching. Waiting.

"I know your blood..."

The words echoed in her mind as she lay there, the cold sweat soaking through her clothes. She knew it would be back. It always came back.