[thrcnody]

𝗪𝗛𝗬  𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘  𝗘𝗫𝗜𝗦𝗧?  𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹  𝗼𝗳  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄. 𝗪𝗛𝗬  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟  𝗢𝗙  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄?  𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹  𝗼𝗳  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅.

⠀ ─── THIS  IS  THE  STORY  OF  𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚  𝗠𝗜𝗡-𝗞𝗬𝗨  ;  a  man  who  𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗  quietly,  𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧  catastrophically  and  became  dangerous  because  nobody  realized  𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙  had  turned  him  into  the  hands  of  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀⌞𖥔 ݁ ˖⌝  ⠀ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗.  𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦  &  𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦.

original  character  set  in  the  world  and  lore  of  @blessedrulers / @soulfulempathy,  explored  by  wynter,  25+,  she  /  her. due  to  the  topics  of  this  character,  I  don’t  want  minors  to  interact  and  please  be  beware  of  𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗  𝗗𝗢𝗩𝗘  𝗗𝗢  𝗡𝗢𝗧  𝗘𝗔𝗧  content.  unaffiliated  with  the  k/rpc! mutuals only.

[thrcnody]

Is Wynter intimidating?

ye! very terrifying

naur, she‘s lovely asf (lol)

kinda

wynter‘s button

Remaining time: 22 hours 50 minutes

Saw it a few times already and thought 🤷🏽‍♀️why not

[minchns]

LEE KNOW ✦ GENERATION GUCCI

[partyof]

" Oh? My name is Alora." she smiles. she closed her purse, settling it around her shoulder. the succubus glanced at him, taking in his features, admiring them. "How could I ever repay you?" there is an eerie shine to her eyes. she begins to walk, hoping that he would follow suit. "What do i call you, handsome?"

[thrcnody]

THE  CORNER  OF  HIS  MOUTH  LIFTED  BY  THE  MENTION  OF  HER  NAME.   ❛  Alora.❜  ,  he  repeated  then  as  if  he  was  tasting  the  name  on  his  tongue.  ❛  Such  a  pretty  name  for  a  pretty  woman  ❜,  he  calmly  said,  lips  forming  now  to  his  usual  charming  smile  completely  while  he  was  watching  and  listening  to  her.   

Starting   to  follow  her  slowly,  he shoved his  hands  into  the  pockets  of  his  jeans.  ❛  How  about  you  keep  me  company  with  a  drink?  It  doesn’t  have  to  be  alcohol,  maybe  you  like  tea  or  coffee?  It’s  on  me  of  course,  I  know  a  good  café  near  by.  You  can  call  me  Minkyu,  by  the  way.  ❜

[idleminds]

[toxicbpd]

‘At least I’ve got myself’

I say as I lose myself more & more everyday.

[noctalaethra]

The water continues its breathing in slow ripples beneath the surface,ㅤluminous currents coiling around their bodies threaded through the dreamlike expanse.ㅤSomething shifts after his wordsㅤㅤ────ㅤㅤand it's subtle enough to escape ordinary notice if one looks hard enough.ㅤUnmistakable all the boring same.ㅤ

The femme observes him,ㅤsilence takes the reigns as the glow underneath the water fractures softly across the planes of his countenance,ㅤcrimson reflections sliding through dark lashes upon that calm and measured expression alike.ㅤThat restrain in him that fascinates her more than violence ever could.ㅤMost people do mistake control for absence,ㅤassuming composure means peace and that discipline,ㅤas plain it may seem,ㅤsomehow erase the things restrained on it.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤNo.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA softly murmur,ㅤvoice sinking into the water between them like silk disappearing in the gaps of blood colored tides.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤObedience and understanding are not the same thing.ㅤㅤ❜❜​​​​​​ㅤㅤThe words drift into the narrowing space that separates both silhouettes now.ㅤ

Amaranthine lowers towards the restless water gathered around his hands before flying once more to meet his eyes directly.ㅤA butterfly blink,ㅤwithout any fear tinting the expression of the female.ㅤOnly that same dangerous curiosity he already recognized far too quickly.ㅤAnd that is kind of unfortunate for them both.ㅤHe is right.ㅤShe is watching him,ㅤawaiting for the water itself to confess things the other refuses to say aloud.ㅤPart of her believes it eventually will.ㅤ

The currents wind around the ankles pulse faintly as his hand rises towards the wrist,ㅤstopping just short of contact.ㅤCrystal does not move away,ㅤfingers remain suspended near his skin close enough now for the strange coolness beneath translucent fractures to brush against the warmth lingering there.ㅤA silent tension hums between touch and the fragile restaint.ㅤEven if it is deliberate.ㅤThat kind of closure that no one dares to cut with the edge of a knife.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤHmmm.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA gentle sound escapes her.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤPerhaps people confuse control with affection because both require attention.ㅤObservation.ㅤPatiente.ㅤDangerous curiosity has a habit of finding dangerous people.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤShe whispers,ㅤenough that the water nearly steals the words away.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThough I suspect you knew such before approaching me.ㅤㅤ❜❜​​​​​​ㅤㅤFingertips finally shiftㅤㅤ────ㅤㅤnot touching him fully,ㅤmerely allowing the backs of knuckles to grace lightly against the edge of his hand for the blink of an eye and how it graces the touch of a single butterfly that comes into existence.ㅤCool warmth brushes his skin like moonlight passing over the dark tides,ㅤenough to be felt and linger afterward.

❛❛ㅤㅤAs for what I might find,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤAmethysts narrow with the tug of dark purple lips turning heavensward.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤPeople only warn others away from the truth when some part of them secretly wishes to be understood despite it all.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

[thrcnody]

THE  FLEETING  BRUSH  OF  HER  KNUCKLES  AGAINST  HIS  HAND  LINGERED  LONG  AFTER  THE  TOUCH  WAS  OVER.  What  an  ephemeral  thing  it  had  been  and  yet,  the  sensation  settled  beneath  his  skin  with  a  gentle  heaviness  he  could  not  quite  explain.  It  tingled,  like  static,  yet  felt  light  overall.  Minkyu  fixed  his  gaze  upon  her  face,  watching  her  —  the  subtle  curve  of  her  smile,  that...  certainty  lurking  behind  those  amethyst  eyes  in  which  he  could  lose  himself.  But  of  course,  he  also  noticed  the  distance  she  continued  to  maintain;  a  distance  that  kept  the  tension  between  them  alive. ㅤDangerous  curiosity  has  a  habit  of  finding  dangerous  people.ㅤㅤ  Oh,  Minkyu  knew  that  she  was  dangerous,  maybe  he  just  didn’t  know  how  much,  but  he  knew  she  was  right  about  that,  if  only  for  the  simple  fact  that,  in  this  very  moment,  that  was  precisely  the  case.

A  corner  of  his  mouth  lifted  almost  imperceptibly,  it  was  a  small,  nearly  reluctant  twitch  in  reaction  to  her  next  words.  Did  he  wish  to  be  understood?  Perhaps  once,  long  ago..  but  now,  he  was  utterly  indifferent  to  the  idea.  His  desires,  his  feelings  —  they  were  already  controlled  far  too  much.  So  much  so  that  he  no  longer  even  knew  what  he  truly  wanted...  not  since  THAT  DAY.  The  day  everything  changed  and  made  him  shallow,  only  filled  with  RAGE  and  the  need  to  get  REVENGE.  ❛  Most  people  don't  want  understanding,  they  want  validation.  They  want  someone  to  look  at  all  the  things  they’ve  already  decided  and  simply  agree  with  them..  because  true  understanding,  my  dear,  is  far  more  uncomfortable  than  that.  ❜

 Slowly,  his  gaze  drifted  down  to  her  hands,  to  that  very  spot  where  their  reserve  had  finally  broken,  albeit  only  for  the  span  of  a  single  heartbeat.  He  furrowed  his  brows  and  continued  thoughtfully.  ❛...cause   understanding  requires  seeing  everything,  the  beautiful  parts  just  as  much  as  the  ugly  ones.  All  those  contradictions  that  people  spend  their  entire  lives  trying  to  conceal  and  then,  the  decision  not  to  look  away.  ❜  The  water  swirled  sluggishly  around  his  wrist,  creeping  up  his  forearm  in  thin,  crimson  ribbons  before  dissolving  once  more  into  the  surrounding  depths.  The  movement  seemed  unconscious,  instinctive  as  if  the  tides  themselves  had  become  an  extension  of  the  thoughts  he  refused  to  voice.  Well,  perhaps,  in  truth,  they  were.  The  distance  between  them  now  felt  almost  unbearably  narrow.  ❛  You  look  at  me  as  if  you  were  searching  for  a  door,  ❜  he  assumed  in  his  soothing  voice,  as  that  faint  smile  returned  to  his  lips  as  if  he  were  amused,  even  though,  in  truth,  he  was  not.  ❛  Every  door  opens  eventually  but  the  question  is  whether  or  not  you  still  wish  to  step  through  once  you  discover  what  awaits  you  on  the  other  side.  ❜  With  a  slight  tilt  of  his  head,  his  opaque  white  eyes  drifted  across  her  face,  almost  as  if  he  was  searching  for  something.  Perhaps  merely  for  a  simple  reaction.  Then  his  hand  moved,  his  fingers  hovered  just  beneath  hers,  mirroring  that  same,  nearly  impossible  self-control  she  had  demonstrated  to  him  earlier.  Perhaps  it  was  intended  as  a  silent  invitation  or  perhaps  as  a  warning…  or  perhaps  neither.  ❛  And  if  I’m  being  honest…  I  still  cannot  decide  which  of  those  two  outcomes  interests  me  more.  ❜

[thrcnody]

⌞𖥔 ݁ ˖⌝  .  .  . 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. @risendeads

MINKYU’S  GAZE  WAS  THE  KIND  THAT  REVEALED  HE  WAS  MERELY  CATALOGING  DETAILS  RATHER  THAN  PASSING  JUDGEMENT  ON  THEM.  The  cigarette  balanced  between  their  fingers,  the  hesitation,  the  slight  flinch  they  tried  to  conceal  the  moment  he  spoke.  In  those  moments  when  people  tried  to  hide  themselves,  they  revealed  more  of  who  they  were  than  they  ever  did  intentionally,  which  he  learned  already  as  a  kid.  The  bar  itself  was  loud  enough  to  blur  conversations  into  a  mere  murmur,  while  somewhere  behind  them,  glasses  clinked  and  old  music  crackled  from  weary  speakers.  And  still,  the  space  immediately  surrounding  their  barstools  felt  somehow  strangely  detached  from  the  rest  of  the  scene. Minkyu  let  out  a  low  hum,  the  corner  of  his  mouth  lifting  ever  so  slightly.  ❛  Not  particularly.  ❜  His  dark  eyes  (  that  were  only  like  that  due  to  eye  contacts  )  swept  across  the  room  once  more,  gliding  over  faces  that  seemed  familiar  in  the  way  strangers  often  do  in  places  like  this.  Men  and  women  pretending  not  to  know  one  another,  pretending  not  to  notice  the  bloodstains  hidden  beneath  expensive  watches  and  polished  shoes. 

Everyone  here  was  lying  in  some  way.  Himself  included.  ❛  I  don’t  know  anyone  but  I  know  of  some  of  these  people,  you  know..  rumors..  articles..but  for  me,  that’s  a  completely  different  matter,  ❜  he  explained.  Far  too  rarely  did  he  find  himself  in  bars  like  this,  bars  where  criminals  found  their  meeting  grounds  because  no  one  asked  questions.  Not  that  anyone  ever  wanted  to.

And  well,  Minkyu  usually  did  his  drinking  at  home.  Had  a  storm  not  been  raging  outside,  forcing  him  to  seek  shelter,  he  likely  wouldn't  be  here  now,  either.  His  fingers  tapped  once  against  the  side  of  his  glass,  followed  by  a  brief  silence.  ❛  Besides,  ❜  he  continued  then,  sounding  a  touch  thoughtful,  ❛...if  I  actually  did  know  someone  here,  I  certainly  wouldn't  admit  it.❜  A  faint  smile  escaped  him,  almost  too  warm  for  a  place  like  this.  ❛  It  strikes  me  that  information  of  this  sort  could  come  at  a  high  price  in  a  place  like  this,  ❜  he  mused  aloud,  chuckling  once  again.  For  the  first  time  since  sitting  down  beside  then,  he  leaned  back  slightly.  His  posture  appeared  relaxed  which  was  a  stark  contrast  to  the  sharp  vigilance  that  lay  in  his  eyes.  ❛  And  you?  You  mentioned  that  you’d  seen  faces  here  before,  ❜  he  remarked,  repeating  the  words  with  a  certain  calculation  in  his  voice,  while  Minkyu  watched  them  with  an  unreadable  expression.  ❛  Usually,  that  implies  one  of  two  things...  either  you’re  here  often  enough  to  notice...  or  you’re  the  kind  of  person  who  pays  attention  because  not  being  careful  or  attentive  costs  people  their  lives,  then  you’d  be  just  like  me.  ❜,  he  rambled  calmly,  a  little  amusement  was  still  in  his  eyes.  He  knew  he  probably  seemed  way  too  nice  here,  so  he  could  understand  why  the  other  looked  at  him  with  some  suspicion.  ❛  However..  which  is  it,  hmm?  If  it’s  the  former,  then  I  have  to  wonder  what  kind  of  business  you’re  involved  in  because  I’m  fairly  certain  you  aren’t  quite  as  innocent  as  you  look.  ❜

[ichorkind]

ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA tone, that radiates ALL but excitement. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe could not be blamed. Faulted. Hardly so.

Dry as stone, comes his voice, their head canting in response. While, YES, there was some spectacular element to finding blood buried, Young - Soo, had long since been able to express themselves well. Emotions like EXCITEMENT left them trembling, and fear, left them still. Stony. Each and every appropriate, near human reaction, had been beaten from their body over the course of decades ; a body, can do naught but ADAPT.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn many ways, Haehyun was fortunate to escape ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKyeong - Mook. But, perhaps not so fortunate, in ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤother ways.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ I suppose little in this world surprises me. ❞

A truth, that could not truly be overstated. They do their all, not to chime in over TRAUMAS OF THE PAST, knowing that they could not be changed, or altered in a way that was digestible ; Pleasant, really, to speak about. It matters little, as Min agrees to get soo out of the daylight obscured. Painted digits twitch at handle, and they turn on a heel. They're familiar with the bar ; with to soju, it would serve, and the blood that flocked to it. Tastier patrons there were, but they would abstain from sinking fangs into FLESH before company. Politeness, was cardinal, after all.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Allergies are a wretched little curse. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI burn so easily and the itching that comes with it is dreadful. ❞

They begin onward, though their pace is slow, heeled shoes clicking light against the sidewalk. Corset hugs their form tight, and clothes, tighter, still. Yet, they move with the flowing grace of a river, unbothered by those garments that would cause a human strife. They found such affinity, in the clothes of yesteryear, that they'd long since adjusted to the minor troubles. Breathing, though, was never one of them ; not when it wasn't a mandated practice.

Carefully at his side to they move, smile worn thin, soft. ❝ I never much ask Haehyun about their comings and goings ... but, I assume it fair enough to them. Tell me ; what do you think of the entire business, mm ? I imagine it wasn't your lifes' dream to be... well, a criminal. Not that I'm any better. ❞

[thrcnody]

❛  ALLERGIES…RIGHT.  ❜  he  snorted,  which  was  barely  more  than  a  laugh.  The  words  dripped  with  disbelief,  making  his  opinion  unmistakably  clear,  yet,  he  made  no  attempt  to  challenge  the  statement  further,  or  even  to  ask  any  follow  up  questions.  He  had  already  realized  that  every  answer  Young-Soo  gave  seemed  to  spawn  three  new  questions.  By  now,  he  suspected  he  could  ask  what  color  the  sky  was  and  somehow  receive  an  answer  that  sounded  like  a  centuries  old  prophecy.  But  regardless  of  that,  the  explanation  lingered  in  his  mind  longer  than  it  really  should  have.

The  burning,  the  itching,  the  umbrella, that  strange  discomfort,  even  under  faint  sunlight, ( the clothes ) Something  about  it  struck  him  as  so  odd,  perhaps  even  too  obvious  for  him  to  see  through,  after  all,  he  was  known  for  always  thinking  too  deeply  about  things.  Yet,  every  instinct  warned  him  against  pulling  on  that  particular  thread  —  at  least  not  for  now.  Their  footsteps  echoed  softly  against  the  pavement  as  they  walked  along.  Cars  drove  past,  snippets  of  conversation  or  music  drifted  out  from  open  storefronts.  Minkyu  shoved  his  hands  into  his  pockets,  while  Young-Soo’s  next  question  earned  him  a  long,  glance,  gaze  briefly  grazed  the  others  profile  before  shifting  back  toward  the  path  ahead.  ❛  You  really  don’t  waste  any  time,  do  you?  Most  people  wait  until  the  second  drink  before  asking  about  my  life  choices.  ❜  Despite  his  suspicion,  his  tone  remained  lighthearted,  though  now,  something  thoughtful  was  within  it  and  Minkyu  did  not  answer  immediately.

 ❛  No,  ❜  he  finally  said,  simply  and  without  hesitation.  ❛  It  definitely  wasn’t  my  childhood  dream,  ❜  he  then  added  with  a  faint  smirk.  ❛  I’m  pretty  sure  that  when  I  was  seven,  I  wanted  to  be  a  police  officer..  then  a  professional  pianist,  and  for  a  while,  a  dancer.  I  went  through  a  very  ambitious  phase.  It’s  funny,  isn’t  it?  Life  never  actually  asks  you  what  you  had  planned.  ❜  The  humor  in  his  voice  lingered  for  a  moment  before  giving  way  to  a  more  serious  honesty,  as  he  spoke,  his  shoulders  rose  and  fell  in  a  slow  shrug.

  ❛  The  truth  is…  I  didn’t  just  wake  up  one  morning  and  decide  that  a  life  of  crime  sounded  exciting.  Nobody  does  that…  at  least,  nobody  in  their  right  mind.  Haehyun  needed  someone  by  their  side  they  could  trust..  and  well,  here  I  am, I don’t have an opinion on this anymore, it’s my life now and I take it as it is, but it was hard to accept at the beginning.. ❜  he  attempted  to  explain,  letting  out  a  soft  sigh  as  a  faint  furrow  of  worry  formed  between  his  brows.  There  was  no  self  pity  in  his  voice,  rather  acceptance,  for  in  truth,  he  had  long  since  come  to  terms  with  his  situation.  And  that  was  despite  the  fact  that  his  parents  had,  in  a  sense,  pressured  him  into  taking  the  position.  BUSINESS,  that  was  all  there  was  to  say  about  it.

He  cast  another  sidelong  glance  at  Soo.  ❛  Besides,  people  like  to  pretend  that  the  world  is  strictly  divided  into  good  and  bad  people  but  reality  is  far  less  orderly  than  that...   would  be  far  too  simple,  don’t  you  think?  ❜  A  soft  laugh  escaped  him.  ❛  Though  I’d  ​​bet  you  figured  that  out  long  before  I  did.  ❜  That  statement  carried  more  weight  than  the  mere  words  themselves,  cause  with  every  passing  minute,  Young-Soo  seemed  less  like  someone  who  had  merely  heard  stories  and  more  like  someone  who  had  watched  entire  generations  turn  into  stories  themselves.  Somehow…  the  thought  unsettled  him  and  Minkyu  dealt  with  that  discomfort  in  exactly  the  same  way  he  handled  most  things  —  by  making  a  joke.  ❛  Then  again,  if  we  would  compare,  I  think  you’re  ahead.  You’ve  got  mysterious  family  connections,  suspiciously  dramatic  answers  and  apparently  the  most  severe  sunlight  allergy  I’ve  ever  come  across...  I,  on  the  other  hand,  am  just  a  guy  who  makes  questionable  decisions  and  tries  not  to  get  killed.  ❜

[thrcnody]

feeling some kind of way today, so I wanna say thank you to everyone who interacts with me & this little dude (or my other ocs previously) even though when we don’t talk besides the threads or anything — i appreciate everyone of you so much, because for me and my shy, weird ass it’s not self explanatory. 🥹

[poohsources]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.

[thrcnody]

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

Hmm, Minkyu is someone you don’t need to address BEFORE his morning coffee. He‘s someone who wakes up, gets to the toilet and the first thing he does is making coffee, and when it’s ready, he just sits in the kitchen, or on warm summer mornings on the balcony to watch the sunrise or view, and enjoys it quietly. He just truly needs his time and if someone prevents him from having it, he‘ll be a fucking grumpy ass all day.

SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS ( accepting ! )

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[rpdepartment]

when does a ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴛ become a 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘𝚛 ? when does a ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ become a 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 ? when does a ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ become a 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 ? when does the ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ become the 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 ?

when does a ᴍᴀɴ become a 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 ?

[spookiesmausoleum]

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[spookyrejects]

psa; im the kind of roleplayer that’s more than willing to start in the smack dab middle of a relationship and then talk about their connections and history later because it’s fun to throw my muse(s) into a random situation and watch their dumb ass work their way out of it.

[thrcnody]

What I do love about Min-kyu is that everyone might think he’s calculating, figuring out stuff and thinking about something deadly, or so, all the time.. I mean, sometimes he does. But there are other times when he‘s just wondering why there are twelve different types of forks.