mmjimin

[mmjimin]

♡ written w love &  (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻  for @mmjungmi .

if initially you look at the kwak siblings, six in number, spread in age and personality, it seems masterfully crafted. as though they were hand picked by fate, the extensive lineage to follow that of a true seer. perfectly sampled. there’s a little of it all among them, each little duck unique in its own way. they shared several things. each of them. ⁺ the disarming need to flee from the claws of divination. ⁺ an alarming awareness of the political tensions surrounding their family, in both maeobsa and wizarding world view. and a certain energy to them that only the kwaks can summon. and that’s where it ends. abrupt cut off, a sheering spell to draw a line in the sand. with some kwaks, things were balanced, some of them were closer than others. in personality, in spirit, in relationship. an irrevocable truth was this  ›  jimin bares a difficulty relating to most any member of her family. this extends to the way her relationships are handled in most things but, with jungmi in particular it becomes › complicated.

jimin stares down her nose, irradiated brown surrounding black pin pricks, as she narrows an unenthusiastic gaze at jungmi across from her. having been dragged aside by her younger sister with a disapproving mom look that’s way more jidam than she’s quite sure jungmi intends. that’s just a part of the gig. being on her sister’s bad side. clearing her throat, a tone of frigid perdition. “you should lose the habit of treating me like i’m anything but your noona, jungmi.” 

had she learned nothing form the years? jimin scalds herself. so long she had been painted the bad guy, relaying orders from jidam, requests if she worded it kindly. too many years of jimin making the kids do homework, of distantly informing them that what they were doing was thoughtless. just for jungmi to come behind her like a heralded angel, brushing away tears, kissing boo-boos, selling points of anarchy and chaos. it’d be funny. but it’s just exhausting. jimin hates it. “what’s wrong this time?” she’s too irritated. as much as she loved being a scapegoat on the pyre for what she might admit is the best of them, she isn’t in the mood. picking debris from her hair, tremor shooting up and down the length of her spine with compressed rage.

[mmjimin]

written w love for @mmchoa .

adrenaline rush. fingers gripped delicately around the smooth of her wand, almost worn down where each digit naturally laid. overuse. a woman who had wand in hand more than not. an empty space of park stood and watched them, trees sparse in the nightlight of exposed blue sky. it was too late for civilians to share the space with them, but she had placed a ward around them regardless. it’s safer. jimin requires the safety of maeobsa, and herself. besides, training with choa is a pastime she was growing familiar with.

her elbow bends so fast and strong it snaps in socket, the vibration of the click pinches at bone and muscle, as she casts a ⁺ stinging jinx. the wordless nature of the spell comes from the fact that, as it stood, it was the only spell she was throwing at choa tonight. but jimin wanted not just to win, but the relentless string of spells at such a rapid pace that it was like running atop a treadmill. it’s a sign of respect for choa’s abilities as a duelist, and a witch. in yosul, they had shared space on the dueling club. younger witches then, but just as passionate. both gone on to different, very different, but related fields. jimin respects that. her expression is so unsettlingly complanate as she throws her spells. ⁺ stinging jinx, ⁺ another,  ⁺ another,  ⁺ another. there’s no sideward steps, no grace in her stance, no fluid motion like a dancer. as always when dueling, jimin is still in a way that feels like a dare. ⁺ another. at least she threw the same jinx, over and over, it made the duel less about puzzle solving, determining the next move, and more one of sheer endurance.

a friendly duel, true. but a friendly duel with jimin, is an affront not to be taken with less than the seriousness of an all out war. jimin’s blank features drip dark with a scowl, hateful dark in her eyes that’s not directed at choa even though they’re the only two here.

[mmjimin]

with love , for kwak jihye ,

sometimes i think it’s really cruel that people don’t realize the true whims of birds. even without the cage, isn’t it funny that sometimes, we want to clip their wings. just because we love them. don’t want them to fly so far where we can’t see them any longer. it’s sad huh?

i don’t want to pretend i was ever a good sister to you. we all know i haven’t been the kind of sister you all deserve. with jidam things can be challenging. sometimes, i know i never said it, but sometimes i think moving out with hanjae was just me running too. maybe you’re so much better than me because, instead of pretending, you just flew right away. i never ever blamed you for that. the others, i don’t really know how they’re handling things, most of them don’t talk to me about it. nothing has changed there, i can say that much. even if they say something to you about your choices in life, especially jungmi i know she likes to yell, it doesn’t matter. jihye you should just be free. go out, see the world, it’s okay. my opinion doesn’t matter i bet, but i just wanted to talk to you. if you want you can write? if not, i’ll leave a candle lit for your good fortune, @mmjihye .

i don’t know how to get this to you. i was going to give it to jungmi to find you, but i don’t want jungmi to be the one. she’ll probably make things worse. she loves too loudly for people with heavy hearts like you and me. so instead, i’m sending an owl... god knows if he’ll find you, or how long. it’s so lame and old fashion, but what else can i do? you fell off the earth, i can’t even find you on wiztagram...

be happy and thrive.

unnie loves you.

from , kwak jimin 

[mmjimin]

♡　 they call me nikki, i like to yeehaw and plot romangst. and this here is kwak jimin. as usual i much prefer discord. if u like tumblr im or don’t have a discord that’s okei doki too tho, just message me here. 

feel free to click here for stats, and click here for the biography page and this time i have no connections yet 🤡, not that the other ones were good anyway but.... onto the summary below !!

KWAK JIMIN, TWENTY NINE, currently an obliviator with the ministry of magic, recently promoted up from the maeobsa liaison position. she graduated yosul, house BAEK HO. recently jilted crazy lady who’s a little too good at spell slinging to be this angry and sad. please don’t test her... or do, it’s your life.

there’s this deluge of melancholy about her that pours off of her like rain. reads like a woman with a million thoughts, who’s lived a hundred lives and most of them fucked her over...she’s the emo bich of the family 😔

recently dumped by her boyfriend of like six years who she had planned to marry

so frankly, fuck romance, who needs it....

but also, she’s definitely the type to be someones mistress or have some weird illicit affair right now because, six years of being committed to a serious asshole who dumped her in the end and she wants to make waves, serious mistakes territory.

powerful witch, infamous family, but she’s lacking in a lot of areas and wants to branch out lately. she’s going through midlife crisis tbh

where she wasn’t around before, since her split from the fuckface her ex, she often shows up at pureblood events, rich and elite galas, she does charity work in her time off, and if her sisters have things with yosul open to the public she will attend those.

y’see the fuckface her ex told her she was a frigid bitch who didn’t care abt anyone but herself so now she’s out to prove him wrong. i’d say she’s somewhat pulling it off. it’s a work in progress!

since i didn’t do an actual connections page yet, i’ll put some plot bunnies here to avoid doing nothing. just basic ideas bc she might seem difficult to interact w but i think we can figure something out. and if not, i have @mmseonchan who’s more accessible so, no worries! anyway yea, onto the things.

mentor/mentee. interested in the ministry of magic? in obliviation? or maybe you want the boringest job in the world aka muggle liaison. she will gladly help you.

want help with occulmency? she’s certifiably good and you can find her in a pamphlet in the ministry of magic over it. it’s listed right under her employee picture, so you can pay her to help train your occlumency!

if you know the kwaks that’s a good start for plotting!

meet cutes, accidental interactions, strangers in circumstances, so on and so forth

she obliviated your family or someone you kno RIP. note, even maybe..oblivated YOUR muse??? they might not remember this (unless some weird thing happens) but she does and we can plot something cool with it ok

she works with your parents (for those of you who have rich parents or parents who are aurors, or ministry lackies) and u met her at a weird awkward family friends party???

mistakes were made between u two...maybe, one night stand? if you’re under 23 you ignore this

you went to school with her. she’s only 29 so, this would mean your muse needs to be 23+, or to have a gap year that had them in school early

u did your research and you found her name somehow and want to literally hire her to obliviate someone for you which is certainly against the rules but ur rly trying to sell yourself. she’s potentially listening..

that’s all for now. and as usual here’s her intro about from her application for more context on her and how she reads.

like a lucid dream, she stands at the door, her fingernails dug into the ironed fabric of her slacks staring into the dense open of her apartment. the cardboard boxes that brimmed full of his things jeered at her. how didn’t she know ? her expression a broken assemblage of a mask, meant to be nonpartisan, but it reads like horrifying moment before a person completely snaps. her wand feels heavy. she can hear him, rummaging around inside the bedroom. it used to be their bedroom. her wand is out of her pocket before she realizes it. she thinks of her mothers grace and supreme distance from the situation with their father, with the entirety of the wizarding world laughing at her and her children. jimin wonders if one needs to be able to open a third eye, or have their finger to the pulse of reality in order to brush off betrayal like this. unlucky for her ex boyfriend, she’s the daughter of a true seer. any kind of otherworldly awareness had passed her over. she was just a woman, nothing special about her. there’s an unsettling calm in the room as she raises her wand, the tip engulfed in manifested magic and then she unleashes it on the unsuspecting room without a second thought. a volcanic eruption of shredded cardboard, clothes, knickknacks, whatever the hell had been in the box.

the sound draws him and he spews from her bedroom with an alarm that she had never seen on the features of her usually composed partner. good. she relishes it. her expression compressing into a turbulent hostility. she destroys another box and it’s liberating. it seems he doesn’t know whether to draw his wand, scream or run. she spares him the trouble. “be out when i get back.” she calmly states in a way counter intuitive to her expression or the chaotic fog of destroyed belongings that films the area. and she flicks her wrist to apparate herself away. reappears in the middle of the kwak home, in the living room in front of her siblings with slivers of cardboard and plastics and fabrics in her hair and a melancholic hysteria on her features.

“hey.” she speaks, looks them over and the shake of her shoulders quiets, wand lowers slowly. “i’m home.” she means for now, but it feels appropriately dramatic.

[mmjimin]

*looking in a mirror trying to practice self-love* ur doing great u stupid bitch

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