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The pop idol's eyes narrow as he laughs heartily, propping his weight up with his bat as he doubles over. He feigns wiping a tear from his face as he rises back up. His grin shifts from laughter to mania, hardly taking the man's warning seriously. "Curses only have an effect on those weak enough to succumb to them."

Thinking of the fire he trapped his bandmates in, or the competition he cut down to get to the status he achieved, the more comical the thought of a curse seems to be. "Let's see," Ji-Woon stands in a slouch, counting on his right hand lackadaisically. "I'm gorgeous, filthy rich, and have thousands of adoring fans."

He leans towards the other, careful not to get too close, as his gaze grows dark, the maniacal grin still sprawled across his face. "So I'll ask you, why should I believe?"

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"Do you believe in the power of a curse?" Nandor would have liked to consider himself skeptical when it came to these matters, but honestly? with everything that had happened over the years, and how his luck kept getting worse with the passing of the centuries, he was sure that a curse had been put on him at some point in his life. "If you don't, then you better."

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Things said sarcastically/snarkily

"That went well."

"Nice work. Reeeal nice work."

"Not one of your better ideas, I have to say."

"Oh, you think that, do you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine."

"That definitely won't bite us in the ass later."

"Your genius never ceases to amaze me."

"That's definitely an outfit."

"You think you might want to try that again?"

"Ooh, so close."

"If it isn't my favourite person to be stuck in a room/car/elevator with."

"If you're sure that you trust in your own judgement."

"Your funeral, buddy."

"That was definitely necessary."

"I can't think of anything I would enjoy more."

"Yes, well, let me know how that turns out."

"I hope you're happy with the outcome."

"Why should I not be surprised to hear you say that."

"You're going? Well, that's a shame."

"Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

"That's a very 'you' thing to say."

"Do you think we might have poorly planned this?"

"Not my greatest moment."

"This has definitely been...an experience."

"You don't say?"

"Annoyed at you? Why do you say that?"

"I'm boring you, am I?"

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The idol rolls his eyes at the other, the discordance drowning out any semblance of thought he could try to form. In a quick motion, he takes one of his knives and hits the boombox, not hard enough to damage it, but enough to pop the tape deck open. "Jesus Christ. I get the angst, but if you're gonna listen to unintelligible screaming..."

Ji-Woon reaches inside the pocket of his trench coat lining, pulling out a small eight-track tape and handing it to the young woman, his soft, porcelain features contorted to a wicked sneer. Remembering each victim, he urges her to take the tape from him, "Wouldn't you rather hear the desperate cries of those just trying to survive?"

"That is not groovy." - @nx-spin / Ji-Woon Hak

Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Starters

She has to pause, furrow her brow, and stare at him completely befuddled. " Groovy? " Her expression of bewilderment slowly morphing to disgust. " What is this, the '60s? " Letting out a scoff she seems disinterested if this was how they were introducing themselves. Instead she turns up the music playing on her tape louder.

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Made these album covers for my Ji-Woon ( @nx-spin ) and Yun-Jin ( @breakcut ) musings playlists 🤭🤭

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"Call me a narcissist,

like a typhoon,

be an artist,

I'm the oddest."

Est. 2024, Nx-Spin is an indie Dead by Daylight RP blog For Ji-Woon Hak Written by Atti (aka @breakdcwn / @breakcut and others.)

18+/MDNI

Explores themes of narcissism, sociopathy, and the carnal urge to satiate the want for bloodshed.

Affiliated w/ @exmortiis

Inbox is always open for asks!

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Ji-Woon rolls his eyes, his frame slouching as he swings the metal bat over his shoulder, resting his other arm on the opposite end. "Bil-eomog-eul, I can't tell if it's bravado or stupidity that drives you at this point."

The idol extends his weapon to the survivor, barely touching his chin, cocking his head slightly as he raises an eyebrow. Shimmering, golden hues cast judgement upon the other, a slight exasperated chuckle leaving Ji-Woon's throat. "You are aware I can take off your jaw if I swing hard enough, right?"

“Don't say another word.”

- Ji-Woon Hak ( @nx-spin )

Whiskey eyes narrowed in the @nx-spin pressing his lips together tightly for a moment. ❝ If you really want me to shut up, then you're going to have to make me. ❞ Standing his ground as he spoke. ❝I'm not that greatest at the whole doing what I'm told thing. ❞

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I know I haven’t really been posting RP things for Ji-Woon lately, BUT THIS OUTFIT IS SO HYUCKING CUTE

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Just a little photo editing, and *presto* !

Made an anniversary crown edit for mah boi, Ji-Woon!

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Okay, but my fave lil’ sociopath needs this as a cosmetic😭🖤

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David King // @exmortiis

The force of the the man's teeth digging into his skin causes a guttural howl of pleasure to leave the idol's throat as his eyes roll back. Pain, as much as he loved inflicting it, was even more pleasurable to feel himself, to feel something other than perfection. Though, sometimes pain is perfection.

"Fuck," he exclaims breathily, raising his hand to grip the back of David's head to dig his teeth harder into his own skin. Not caring if is nigh-perfect skin was broken, Ji-Woon relishes in the thought of being bitten hard enough to draw blood as he presses his hand against the other's posterior.

Feeling the man's swelling desire against his own, he grips his buttock as he raises his other hand to lift David's chin, lips now tinted with a delectable crimson hue pulled in to meet his own. Golden eyes slowly open as he pulles his lips away from the other's, a soft chuckle escaping under his breath. "I told you you couldn't hate me."

Slipping off his latex coat, longing eyes shift dreamily to meet the deep, chocolatine occuli of the other, his voice dripping with carnal desire. "Now show me how much you want me."

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All DnD-Verse Muses

@breakdcwn :

Jeff Johansen - Vampiric Half-Dwarf Paladin : Oath of Redemption {Lawful Good}

Jake Park - Satyr Ranger : Beast Master {Chaotic Good}

Yoichi Asakawa - Kender Cleric : Life Domain {Lawful Good}

@breakcut :

Yui Kimura - Harengon Artificer : Battlesmith {Neutral Good}

Yun-Jin Lee - Tabaxi Bard : College of Eloquence {Lawful Neutral}

Feng Min - Gnome Monk : Way of the Drunken Master {Chaotic Good}

Rika Nishina - Fairy/Fae Wizard : School of Abjuration {Neutral Good}

Claudette Morel - Duergar Druid : Circle of Spores {Lawful Good}

@blacktalcn / Taurie Cain - Shadar-Kai Cleric : Domain of Death {Chaotic Neutral}

@nx-spin / Ji-Woon - Yuan-Ti Bard : College of Glamour {Chaotic Evil}

@condxmnxd :

Rin Yamaoka - Air Genasi Fighter : Samurai {True Neutral}

Sadako Yamamura - Gniefling (Gnome Tiefling) Warlock : The Undying {Neutral Evil}

Kazan Yamaoka - Earth Genasi Barbarian : Path of the Berserker {Lawful Evil}

Adriana Imai - Astral Elf Artificer : Artillerist {Lawful Evil}

Frank Morrison - Deep Gnoblin Rogue : Assassin {Chaotic Evil}

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The crazed man cackles at the woman's words, doubling over to show just how laughable her statement is. As if she could understand, "You don't get it, do you?"

His smile contorts as he mellow-dramatically leans on the bladed baseball bat, his other hand flipping his hair from out of his face. Sidney's lack of amusement fuels his lunacy as he elaborates, "I'm not some pathetic teenage drama queen searching and longing for the spotlight. And I don't 'work for the creature that brought us here, I... struck a bargain."

Ji-Woon slowly closes the distance between them, sweat glinting off of his brow, which he wipes away from his pearlescent skin. "As for my time before this endless killing spree," he continues, "It's amusing how you don't think I've thought of that."

He begins to walk around Sidney, similar to a cliche villain explaining his master plan, "Even if we leave this realm, which is highly doubtful, you know," he chortles heartily. "That pathetic bitch that calls herself my 'producer' is just as much tied to those killings, even if it isn't directly."

The idol stops, planting his feet As he raises his arms from his sides in a cocky fashion. "After all, every overbearing babysitter takes it upon themselves to clean up their clients' messes."

Ji-Woon saunters towards Sidney, his arm holding the bat, resting it on his shoulder. He tilts his head leisurely, a grin complimenting his piercing golden gaze as he taunts the survivor. "What's the matter babe, don't like the attention?" - @nx-spin

Sidney raises a brow, the expression of mild annoyance and a hint of distain plastered her lightly freckled features.

" 'm not your babe, and I'd much rather stare at a cactus for two hours straight, than have whatever attention you could ever possibly offer me.

Don't exactly want the attention of someone who bases their self-worth on attention and adoration. " The brunette shrugged, tone flat and unamused.

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The popstar leans away from her, waving his hand to feign surprise. "OoOo, feeling feisty huh?"

With the flick of his wrist, a multi-colored blade slides down his sleeve and into his hand. In a swift motion, he hurls it into the woman's leg, leaning in as his face stops just a few inches from hers. His grin widens as he watches the pain appear in her features, "You've got it all wrong, Sidney."

Ji-Woon pulls out a headshot, his signature scrawled across the bottom. He looks at the photo and then back to the young woman, "In the eyes of my fans, they just see me as I see myself…"

His eyes peer deep into the other's, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip. The killer's fingers twist quickly, sending the photo careening down at Sidney's feet.

"I'm a fucking idol."

Ji-Woon saunters towards Sidney, his arm holding the bat, resting it on his shoulder. He tilts his head leisurely, a grin complimenting his piercing golden gaze as he taunts the survivor. "What's the matter babe, don't like the attention?" - @nx-spin

Sidney raises a brow, the expression of mild annoyance and a hint of distain plastered her lightly freckled features.

" 'm not your babe, and I'd much rather stare at a cactus for two hours straight, than have whatever attention you could ever possibly offer me.

Don't exactly want the attention of someone who bases their self-worth on attention and adoration. " The brunette shrugged, tone flat and unamused.

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King, David // @exmortiis

The killer's eyelids flutter for a moment as the survivor's tongue catches his blood, a shiver running down his spine. How could he let himself feel this way when he's supposed to kill him. Ji-Woon snaps out of his stupor, highly aware that the brute had the high ground in this situation. The pressure against his throat grows as the man puts his weight against the pop-star. He sneers, trying to push David off as he remarks, "I guess not."

Ji-Woon's slender frame crumples as the air is pushed out of him, his knees buckle as he breathlessly taunts the survivor, his smirk growing ever-so-slightly, "If you think you're such a hot-shot, then try it, big guy-" He licks up the side of the man's face, swallowing a mixture of blood and perspiration. "Just try and kill me, but she won't let you," he coughs as he chuckles softly, his lips centimeters from the man's ear. "...unless you had something else in mind, huh?"

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@exmortiis / David sent fan mail!:

It was during times like those that David felt like a moth hopelessly destined to burn because he couldn't stay away from scorching flame that he was. "I hate you." The words breathed out in a mutter. did he, though? A question even David couldn't find an answer for, even more so when his actions spoke volumes. "I really do." He growled before pressing open mouthed kisses along the pale skin of the other's neck, while hands desperately slipped under his shirt, seeking the feeling of warm skin against his digits.

The k-pop star lets out a soft breathy moan as the gruff man's lips explore his neck, the feeling of David's breath sending shivers down his spine. {I really do.} The words make Ji-Woon pull away for a moment, teasing the other playfully. He giggles softly, "oh, darling..." his gleaming hues piercing David's gaze, a smile smeared across his face as his lips are mere centimeters away from the others. "You couldn't hate me if your life depended on it."

After the words leave his mouth, Ji-Woon closes the gap between himself and the survivor, their lips pressing against each other with a gruff passion as his hands move down David's torso and into his waistband. His fingers creep down the course fabric as his teeth lightly pull on the man's ear, "Come on, tough guy." He pulls back, his gaze meeting the other's in a seductive manner, "You know you want it again."

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Nx Spin - MIGHTEE 1: A Modernverse AU for Ji-Woon Hak

The fog machine pours a thick mist along the floor of the stage, the executives finally succumbing to the paralytic agent he had mixed into the device. His bronze respirator sits gently upon his face as he walks onto the front of the stage, the knives he keeps in his sleeve creeping down his arm as a sadistic smile parts his lips underneath the partial facade. "It's showtime!"

He begins to throw his blades, accurately yet delicately, as not to kill each one of them immediately, drawing they're screams out in a beautiful display of gore and sadism. Only one person in the private audience wasn't targeted... yet: Yun-Jin Lee. His producer, frozen in place from the mist, watches in horror as he slaughters all of the people who "supported" him, if you could even call it that.

His hands finally come up empty as he bows to the now eviscerated audience, looking up as he makes eye contact with the traumatized producer. Without breaking his gaze, he removes his mask and picks his bat up from the front of the stage, his eyes wide with mania as he inches closer and closer to the young woman, raising his bat up to his shoulder. "Aw, don't worry, baby. I'm not going to kill you.. Yet!"

**THWACK**

He watches as the crack to her skull knocks her unconscious, his smile slowly fading as he heaves her limp body over his shoulder, turning and slamming her onto the stage. The Trickster turns from the stage, with something catching his eye: a tripod holding a digital camera. A blinking red light on the camera indicates the entire massacre was caught on tape, to which he smiles, moving closely towards it. "Show's over, but don't worry..." He grips the tripod and pulls it mere inches from his face, a crazed expression the only visible portion of his figure, "The new tour's just begun!"

Ji-Woon swings his arm as his grip on the stem of the tri-pod loosens, smashing it to the ground, taking out the only surviving piece: a scratched up SD card, which he slips into Yun-Jin's unconscious hand. "Our time together was fun," he talks to her unconscious frame, leaning into her ear before whispering. "But I'm going solo."

The young talent grabs the wallets of the executives and heads out of the door, pulling the fire alarm as he does so, not looking back. He highjacks a neon purple Suzuki outside of the the center, and flees the scene as quickly as possible, never to be scene again, only in passing glances from strangers. But he would continue his Tour of Carnage, stalking and murdering very specific targets: No family, no friends, no one to miss them. He hides in shadows and strikes at random, his only calling card being a copy of his headshot on each victim...

Pinned to their chest with an iridescent throwing knife.