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#120PLAYER. a study in : being understanding but never understood. an unshakable want to survive no matter the odds. sunlight on an overcast day. growing despite those that try to dig out your roots. what is home if not a feeling deep within ?

heavily headcanon based interpretation of cho hyun-ju of squid game. primarily written outside of canon events. plot-centric, with an emphasis on character dynamics and building affiliated canon.

⤷ private + mostly friends only. unlikely to follow first.

surviving the games with : 124PLAYER , 125PLAYER + 388S , KUINIA + CHROMETICS.

QUICK-FIRE RULES :

usual rp etiquette applies. mutuals only. duplicate + oc friendly. i will not be following those under 21, nor will i follow blogs without an age range listed somewhere in their rules. heavy triggers will be present given the nature of the source material.

i am slow.  i am also not consistent with my replies, which applies to writing as well as answering messages. tumblr is one of the first things to be dropped when life gets busy — i want to be here, but sometimes i can't be. my reply speed ≠ my interest.  as my time is limited, i will be prioritising keeping a small following and developing plotted dynamics.

in order to not burn myself out, i'm going to keep this blog quite private. not to be elitist, but because realistically i can't write and develop dynamics with everyone. i am also going to require plotting, at least a little, so i have a base dynamic to go off of regardless of verse.

if you've read this far, then know i'm not as intimidating as these rules might make me seem. if you want to reply to a thread 6 months later, go for it. if you've changed your mind about a plot, come talk to me and we'll figure out something new. need something tagged, lmk and i'll do that immediately. as long as you respect other writers and understand we're all playing barbies with fictional characters then we'll get along just fine 💚

[120player]

lamenting the loss of this url already..... having to move hyunju back to my multi for the time being while work is being exhausting <3

[120player]

SHE'D DRAWN THE ATTENTION OF THE KING OF THE CASTLE — proverbial, if not for the way he'd effortlessly commanded the attention of the sea of enraptured faces tilted skyward towards the balcony he'd stood upon fifteen minutes before, arms outstretched as if he was about to take flight or ascend to a plane they could never hope to reach. the excitement of the impending games hangs suffocatingly sweet in the air, catching in her throat as she's waylaid on the path back to a room she barely knows the way to, hotel a maze of corridors that all look the same.

@bosh1ya : tell me why you're really here.

his voice is a velvet warning. innocent on the surface, but she's been around enough snakes in the grass in the military to know that to misspeak — to misstep — could mean exposing yourself to teeth. ❛ because there's strength in numbers. ❜ not a lie, the tight-knit bond of a squad preferable to carrying out orders solo. hyun-ju's words are straight-forward, outwardly calm in a way that speaks of a soldier's decorum, the subtle tension winding through sinew something kept internal, ❛ if you're asking about why here exactly, well ❜ a beat, again another truth that slips out with reluctance, ❛ i'm lost. ❜

[linusbenjamin]

#girlboss

[120player]

STEAM RISES IN LANGUID WHORLS FROM THE BOWLS HEAPED HIGH WITH CHUNKS OF VEGETABLE SWIMMING IN RED STEW. rain pattering on the windows outside adds a cosy, percussive beat to the room's atmosphere, the spice settling on her tongue a home-grown comfort that warms her to the bone. it feels almost like peace, here, in the apartment of an unexpected friend. there wasn't any expectation to perform, to contort herself into the shape of societal preconception. here it was just them, the gochujang jigae, and a prompting extended on a breath of curiosity.

@388s : tell me a story from when you were little.

hyun-ju hums around a spoonful of liquid, resting the utensil back into the bowl's depths after a few seconds as she contemplates an answer. a smile, soft, lifts lip corners as a memory surfaces without much prompting, the weather and meal aiding in visions of childhood. ❛ believe it or not, i didn't listen to my parents much when i was younger. ❜ eyes catch dae-ho's, lightness in expression lingering, ❛ i remember my mother warning me one day that a storm was due. i ignored her of course, too desperate to join my friends in climbing the tallest tree in our neighbourhood. ❜ spoon jabs idly at a floating piece of tofu, ❛ it was almost a rite of passage to get to the top of that tree and carve your name into the bark. you were respected more after that. and respect was everything at that age. ❜ need for approval had taken many forms throughout the years, but early adolescence stuck out as pivotal, that period of time the beginning of doubling down on stereotypical masculinity to avoid the slowly growing awareness of being different from everyone else.

❛ i'd watched as two of my friends barely made it off the ground, and a third nearly make it halfway before climbing back down. but i was slightly taller than them, so when it was my turn i just kept on climbing. pretended i didn't have a fear of heights and just kept reaching higher. ❜ a scoff combines with a slight shake of her head, huff of amusement petering out as she continues the story, ❛ it was a stupid thing to do considering halfway up it had begun to rain. but there were other neighbourhood kids watching by that point despite the weather — as well as my friends — so my ego wouldn't let me stop. ❜ hyun-ju pauses, dipping the spoon into her bowl and scooping up scarlet-stained liquid and a chunk of potato, ❛ you can probably guess where this is going. ❜

[dyketrinitysantos]

#i support women's rights (to bear arms)

[120player]

⌞ i didn't come here to run away. i came here to begin. ⌝ ╰┈➤ cho hyun-ju of squid game. primarily written outside of canon events. beloved by rey. ₊⊹

[120player]

okay i'm still setting up here with info / pages etc but if you'd like to plot a lil smth then like this post 💚

[120player]

mother bob

hello my bobling

[388sarc]

posited query is not one he's capable of providing a real answer to. what, precisely, had summoned the simultaneous stiffness of his legs and chest as one ? he had the fullest and purest intentions of returning, emerging from the dormitory as the hero he's forever dreamed of embodying ( stalwart and righteous and true, the one that can be relied upon ). so why didn't he ? answer bearing utmost verity is one dae-ho is not privy to, distinction kept locked away from him for years compounded onto years, foolish attempt at keeping faux-bandage label from deepening the cracks in his masculinity. explicated disturbance in self-organization could have answered life's many questions: there is nothing now, not beyond dissonant static branding inadequacy into his chest with every labored breath inward.

❛❛ i don't— ❜❜ sentence is fragmented by his swallowing, subsequent purse of his lips in attempting the best possible piercing together of explanation and apologia, ❛❛ i don't know. i got — i got the magazines all together, and i really was about to come back. but — fuck. i couldn't feel my hands — they were right there in my hands, i knew exactly what to do — and everything was all wrong ! ❜❜ over-explanation does not shift where the blame is placed. that does not mean he is unwilling to try. ❛❛ it was... like my chest cracked open, and — and i just couldn't fucking breathe. ❜❜ tears lick at his eyes, threatening to spill out onto his cheeks: boys don't cry. presence of his father lingers, a memory black and blinding with every semblance threatening to devour him whole.

[120player]

HIS ANXIETY BLEEDS INTO THE SHADOWS OF THE LOW LIGHTING. it's like dae-ho wants to collapse inwards, a black hole of self-loathing ; to shrink and disappear through the thin mattress so he can escape the scrutiny. hyun-ju knows what it's like to make yourself small. to reassemble yourself into something that denies your very stature, projected strength taken away in an instant. she's been where dae-ho is. and as he forces disjointed words out into the open like the staccato pop of gunfire, it's a slow, sinking realisation deep in her gut that she's seen others like him too.

❛ hey ❜ her own voice is a manufactured calm aimed at soothing the fraught syllables of his speech, delicately shifting her weight so she can reach his shoulder, applying the lightest touch in a small gesture of support. it doesn't override the damage done, the bullet-ridden beds that stand as empty shells, monuments to his failure. their failure. but hyun-ju wouldn't be true to herself if she acted like she didn't understand. ❛ i get it. ❜ eyes attempt to catch his in the dark, deliberately ignoring the glassy shape of tears she can see building up in the corners, ❛ take a breath. ❜ she can't help but slip into old sergeant mannerisms, tone taking the firm-but-supportive edge she used to use on new recruits that turned green at the thought of combat now it was their reality, ❛ you're not in any danger right now. ❜

[kuinia]

‟ @rekoning, … CHO HYUN-JU   ›   ınquıred: “       that feels like another lifetime.        ” / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

the sentiment hung there, quiet, heavy, as though carried across miles from a world already gone. kuina let her hands fall loose on her knees. THE FAINT ACHE IN HER JOINTS STIRRED MEMORY— THE TRAINING HALLS, BARE FEET ON COOL MATS, THE BOW BEFORE HER FATHER. smell of sweat, sting of liniment. sharp crack of body meeting body. it rushed back all at once, though dim, as if seen through fogged glass she could not wipe clear. she tilted her head, lips tugging into the thinnest curve of a smile. it barely reached her mouth, never mind her eyes. “        another lifetime, yeah. like remembering someone else’s story.        ” her voice was soft, so soft, as if the words might break apart if pressed too hard. HERE IN THE BORDERLANDS, TIME HAD NO STEADY MEASURE. DAYS FOLDED, STRETCHED, COLLAPSED, A RHYTHM ONLY OF GAMES, SURVIVAL, SILENCES. but sometimes a phrase, a sound, could rattle the glass and the past shone through. her father’s gaze, stern and sharp. the sigh of disapproval when she stumbled. years spent forcing her body to prove it belonged to her. years carving strength into a shield, because what else could she do? now death circled close, constant. STRANGE TO THINK OF HOW SHE ONCE MEASURED HERSELF. MEDALS THAT NEVER CAME. MATCHES FOUGHT UNTIL HER KNUCKLES SPLIT. the longing for a nod that never arrived. small things now, almost laughable beside the weight of living another night, another game.

kuina drew in air, let it spill slow from her chest. “        when i think about the dojo, the tournaments, my old life— i can’t tell if it soothes me or if it feels cruel. like the memory’s mocking, dangling something i’ll never touch again.        ” HER EYES FOUND HYUN-JU’S FACE, NOT FOR COMFORT BUT FOR ACKNOWLEDGMENT. THE RECOGNITION THAT PASSED BETWEEN SURVIVORS. they had both carried their bodies through battlefields, though of different kinds. and the past clung, stubborn, a second skin that refused to peel away. kuina folded her arms, gaze sliding to the pavement, cracked and broken. “        another lifetime,        ” she murmured, rolling the words across her tongue like a pebble. SHE THOUGHT OF HER MOTHER — FRAIL, SMILING FAINTLY FROM A WHITE BED — AND EVEN THAT MEMORY SEEMED TO BELONG TO ANOTHER WOMAN. someone who had not yet been pulled into this place. and still, she held onto it. because if the past could be one lifetime, lost and sealed away, then maybe there was another waiting. another she had not yet reached.

[120player]

THE RARE LULL BETWEEN GAMES STRETCHES DANGEROUSLY THIN, a reminder that this fragile peace wouldn't last when the air still faintly sang with the burn of red laser. dry leaves blown by a balmy wind skitter intermittently across the empty street, abandoned cars scattered at odd angles looking like the remnants of a child's tantrum in the way they seem almost toy-like in the dying light. hyun-ju finds it hauntingly beautiful — this skeletal city that she'd sought shelter in from her ghosts only to become one herself. another lifetime. someone else's story. when isolation had warred with identity, belonging with being, and her world had ended over and over and over until she'd arrived here and picked up the pieces once more.

her eyes drop to the chipped black nail polish on one fingernail, absently scraping at the edge while the other speaks. kuina's voice is as brittle as the paint that flakes away in tiny crumbs, and hyun-ju stills in sympathy, her expression softening at the honesty lain bare between them. it wasn't that she didn't feel the same ache, a longing for the comforts they once had. but there seemed to be a fundamental difference between the pair, one that had helped hyun-ju to adapt exponentially. she tests the words she wants to say on her tongue before finally pulling them forwards and out into the open, offering up her own truth, ❛ i don't have much to go back to, even if we can go back. ❜

the admission isn't as heavy as she thought it would be as it leaves her mouth. it doesn't hang with weight but lingers, bittersweet, in the space between one breath and the next where silence seamlessly fits. lips pull upwards, a brief show of reassurance, and hyun-ju tilts her head back slightly until it connects with the wall behind. ❛ but that doesn't mean i don't want to go back. because you'll be there, right ? and ann, and arisu, and usagi. ❜ neck rolls gently until she's making eye contact with kuina, the gentleness of her smile growing along with her determination to see the games through, ❛ that's how we make our old life mean something. we'll fight, together, so that eventually we can make now feel like just another lifetime. ❜

[120player]

ah... to write someone who isn't emotionally constipated...

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

memorize my coffee order, already!

quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.

stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.

give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.

don't move ... a single muscle.

can you teach me how to do that?

order room service – let's be lazy today.

pull out your ID, they card everyone here.

pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.

stop second guessing yourself.

don't say another word.

show me what you've been working on.

we're already late, can you hurry?!

we don't have time for this, [ name ].

just take the compliment, okay?

don't you dare just leave me here.

quit being so stubborn about this.

relax, i've got everything handled.

turn up the music! i love this song.

take my jacket, i'm not asking.

give me your hand, let's take a walk.

order whatever you want, it's my treat.

stop picking fights when you're tired.

meet me tonight ... our spot.

loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.

stay awake, you might have a concussion.

just let yourself be happy for once.

you have to stop sabotaging yourself.

tell me why you're really here.

drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!

quit trying to change the subject.

just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.

follow me and stay close.

just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.

call me when you get home safe.

don't beg,  it's pathetic.

stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.

can you  [ tie / zip ]  this for me?

stop lying to me.  tell me what you did.

put that down,  you don't know what it is.

tell me what you're thinking right now.

stay quiet until i figure this out.

tell me something i don't know about you.

come dance with me.

get out of my sight.

wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.

take my arm, those heels look dangerous.

let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.

can you stop hovering?

wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.

keep your hands where i can see them.

stop pretending you know what's going on.

find a first-aid kit.  quickly!

you can't tell anyone what you saw.

take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.

keep your voice down, they'll hear us.

don't you dare lie to me.

take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.

tell me a story from when you were little.

answer your phone when i call you.

give me your jacket, i'm freezing.

don't get yourself killed.

tell me what you see when you look at yourself.

tell me what you see when you look at me.

stop being so modest about your achievements!

leave them to me,  just go.

just admit that you love me.

just admit that you hate me.

come here,  let me look at you.

don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.

[ name ],  don't make me do this.

drop your  [ weapon ].

stay here and wait for my signal.

don't just sit there,  move.

take this and run,  don't let anyone have it.

pretend you're my  [ partner / gf / bf ].

don't look , you'll give us away.

stay with me, don't drift off.

stop pretending like you care.

go make sure the coast is clear.

take this with you.  it's a good luck charm.

don't tell anyone about this.

if anybody asks about today,  lie.

stop looking at me like that.

tell me you love me.

just kiss me,  already.

talk to me in [ language ].

keep your eyes on the road.

stop crying and calm down.

give me one chance to explain.

come with me.  there's so much we could do.

wear the  [ dress / tie / item ]  i gave you tonight.

show me how you like to be touched.

hold my hand.

kiss me,  make it look real.

look at me.  how many fingers am i holding up?

[ name ] ... will you marry me?

just slow down for a minute.  what's going on?

take a deep breath,  you need to calm down.

get out of here,  [ name ]!

draw your weapon.

go rest.  i'm not asking.

take a step back.

keep your promise for once.

quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.

give me a straight answer.

be polite to our guests.

look me in the eye and say that again.

put your feelings aside for a moment.

keep close to me.

here,  let me see that.

look up at the sky.

run ... run and don't stop!

get out of here,  i don't want to see you right now.

stand up,  this isn't over yet.

close your eyes and count to ten.

keep your head down and keep moving.

[ name ],  let me past.

listen carefully to what i'm about to say.

don't just stare, come in.

stop laughing, this isn't funny.

take this and hide it from me.

don't make a sound.

the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.

quit causing problems everywhere you go.

just admit that you don't know what you're doing.

stop right there, i mean it.

don't say that name aloud.

just trust me, okay?

stop acting so childish.

call the police.  now.

tell me you love me, even if it's not real.

take a good hard look.

stop the car,  [ name ].

let me walk you to your [ door / car ].

almost done, just give me five more minutes!

don't make eye contact.

stay out of trouble.

let me see that beautiful smile again.

just do it already,  we've waited long enough.

hold me tight,  and never let me go.

finish what you started.

tell me what you know.

quit being so melodramatic.

just stay away from me.

turn around.  slowly.

don't be scared.

put it down before somebody gets hurt.

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.

grab me my  [ item ],  will you?

don't make assumptions.

put this over it to stop the bleeding.

get to safety! i'll be right behind you!

stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.

wipe that look off your face.

keep an eye on them.

look at yourself in the mirror.

eat.  you haven't touched your food in days.

[notmorbid]

these violent delights.

dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.

i never told you my name.

who puts those awful ideas in your head?

you're forever assuming the worst.

what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.

you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?

i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.

nothing made you. you just are.

beautiful things are supposed to hurt.

people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?

i don't know how i ever got on without you.

a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.

i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.

it's good to have guns to stick to.

you could do anything to me and i'd let you.

i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.

i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.

tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.

do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.

you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.

don't tell me what i want.

you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.

you're so square, you're a cube.

i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.

there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.

you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.

i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.

i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.

thank you for trusting me with this.

be a kid while you still can.

please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.

if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.

your voice changes when you're angry.

what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.

you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.

tell me you need me. in those words.

can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?

i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.

you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.

you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.

you didn't. please tell me you didn't.

you and your awful little games.

why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?

you're going to help me escape.

this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.

you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.

you're sweet, when you want to be.

do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.

it might do you good to be an orphan.

you're just so sincerely creepy.

wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.

i've never seen you like that before. not once.

i've decided to learn to be impulsive.

the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.

there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.

there's no part of you i can't see.

i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.

you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.

i don't want you right now. go home.

i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.

i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.

say what you need to say.

if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.

i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.

i'm worried about what you're getting into.

you don't see me. you can't. you never could.

it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.

i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.

you scare the hell out of me. you really do.

you look the same way you always have.

i was worried i'd lost you.

i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.

all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.

i would rather be cruel than weak.

i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.

this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.

it's always been real for me. every second.

please don't say anything to my mother.

we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.

i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.

hiding the truth is still lying.

i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.

i'm just as much of a monster as you are.

i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.

righteous fury leaves no space for fear.

you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.

you played [game] in school, didn't you?

no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.

someone needs to be looking after you.

you know you can't actually stop me, right?

i want to be able to look at you.

when you need to, you will understand.

i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.

people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.

in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.

[dyketrinitysantos]

hyun-ju + being her team's mvp