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@n0spins
★ NA MINJUN / FORMER IDOL SURVIVOR
# 𝑵𝑶𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑺 ; independent & selective NA MINJUN, an original character based around bhvr’s dead by daylight. an analysis on how grief makes you grow up too fast, how BETRAYAL tastes like flames as bright as the stage - lights, revenge something that is forever slipping through your fingertips, and how the title of a LEADER is a heavy cross to bear.
★ 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 with ; @wolfsout, @idolshe, @obituaried, @pyrrh1c , @night0332, @thesheepcote
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME ? HOW MUCH OF MY LOVE WILL BE INSANE TO SOME DEGREE ? HOW MUCH OF MY FATHER AM I DESTINED TO BECOME ? WILL IT WASH OUT IN THE WATER , OR IS IT ALWAYS IN THE BLOOD ?
just wanted to apologize for the absence on here!! life outside of tumblr has been…. awful, to say the least. but!! i’m hoping to drop minjun’s new blog tonight, as everything is pretty much done <3 i love y’all so much and please take care of yourselves
minjun’s new blog getting nuked before i even drop it to the public. how does this keep happening to me
in the meantime i decided last night that minjun has nipple piercings <3
making minjun’s new blog rn and ugh it feels so FREEING. everything is so clean.
* 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝟏𝐀 .
and soon the fog. / open.
what had started off as a long week of preparation had soon turned into a literal nightmare for mikaela. a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. a nightmare she couldn’t fully understand. sitting by the isolated camp fire, the young mystic had a defeated expression on her face. ‘how many more times must they go through with this?’ she thought to herself, as she hugged her knees. images flashed through her mind of the killer and the hook that always pierced through her chest & the pain that came with it.
she didn’t know who anyone was, or why she was thrown into this hellscape. 'this is worse than death’ she thought to herself. not paying attention to who had come to join her, mikaela wore an empty expression as she stared at the flames. she didn’t care who anyone was, she didn’t care if they tried to speak to her or not. she just wanted to get home; back to the world she knew and back to anywhere but this. “ . . what was that?” she finally responded, before turning to look at them.
he lingers at the edges of the campfire, eyeing the young witch isolating herself from the other survivors. he doesn’t blame her one bit, knows all too well just how overwhelming all of this can be when you’re thrown into the thick of it. but trying to find a silver lining in the fog is damn near impossible — minjun has found something akin to it with his other survivors. we would survive this together.
she’s not listening to him, and that’s okay too — the idol is patient, mustering up the best smile he can when she finally gives him her attention. ❝ i asked if i could join you. ❞ he nods to the log, arms crossed tight over his chest. ❝ a penny for your thoughts ? ❞
sometimes u just have to listen to the halloween theme
me thinks i will be hiding on @seoulkill
* 𝐒𝐕𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 .
quietly rests her head on @n0spins lap.
a gentle hand comes down to card through her hair, comfortable with the silence that has settled between them — until minjun decides to finally break it. ❝ i believe the enchantment on my ring is waning. it’s starting to burn when i step out in the mornings again. ❞
* 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐒 .
The Boogeyman is watching the other; his whole attention unapologetically on them. Nothing else exists around him right now, Michael fully hyperfocused on the actions of the other… even if whatever they’re doing isn’t too fascinating right now, it doesn’t matter. He cannot draw himself away from them and has no desire to do so. So he observes and breathes, black, soulless eyes boring into the back of their head.
sweat beads down the back of his neck, the eerie feeling of being watched creeping down the knobs of his spine. it makes him fumble with the generator, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as he jams his finger in the inner workings of the machine. minjun has never been one for stage fright, but an audience of one of the likes of michael certainly has the performer on edge. ❝ if you’re just gonna watch, you could pass me that tool box that feng min dropped. or kill me, whichever you’re feeling, i suppose. ❞
* @allkilled sacrificed an offering : Gives him an impromptu kiss on the cheek as they're sitting, writing lyrics together. It wasn't to distract him, not at all. Just admiring how beautiful his co-leader is. " Don't let me stop you, just couldn't keep that in. " Followed by a cheeky smile.
twin beds pushed together to create the illusion of more space in their room, there’s not a sliver of space between the two leaders pressed shoulder to shoulder. jiwoon’s knee digs into his side where he sits cross - legged, but minjun finds it’s not as uncomfortable as he’d initially thought. it’s a grounding pressure, keeping him tethered to the moment. with his nose buried in the notebook they’ve both been sharing, one that has housed many of no spin’s hits, minjun doesn’t even realize jiwoon has been staring.
eyes widen almost comically at the kiss pressed to his cheek, and immediately does the beat in his head cease to exist — a fuzzy white noise replacing the progress they’d been making for the past few hours. how annoying. a blush colours high on minjun’s cheekbones, elbowing the other leader in the ribs. ❝ i lost my train of thought because of you. ❞
tapping his pen against their notebook, he turns his head to the other leader, a small grin toying at the corner of his lips. ❝ though i think a proper kiss may help me jog my memory . . . ‘s just a suggestion though. ❞
