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Ethan Goh . 34 . bartender . tyler durden . traveler "I'm gonna have to file that under 'n', for 'not my fucking problem'."

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Steven Yeun //  GQ Korea 2018

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I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first

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New Still of Steven Yeun in Burning (dir. Lee Chang Dong)

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Steven Yeun as Derek Cho in Mayhem

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helenhwangs:

Helen regarded the SFC with no small amount of distaste and it was an opinion not easily changed as she was obstinate in her beliefs. And she certainly hadn’t stepped inside that night with the intention of watching a fight. She wanted to duck in and then duck out before any of the chaos erupted. Her real intention of showing up lay with the small satchel tucked inside her purse: a mixture of salt, thyme, sage, rosemary, bay leaf, and clove. An easy enough concoction, the spell that accompanied it was one of the first her mother taught her; easy, thoughtless, and benign, she told herself, and certainly nothing she went out of her way to do. She plastered a smile on her face as she finally spotted Ethan—bag of money in tow—and momentarily pushed down her outward disapproval. “You should know I’m no betting woman,” she said. "The risk tends to outweigh the reward.”

                   Ethan grins wide at the sight of Helen, pulling her into a quick one-handed hug after her introductory greeting. “Hey--- don’t knock it til you try it. I promise it’s not as bad as you think it’ll make you feel.” It was always such a weird sight to see Helen inside the SFC warehouse. Ethan often associated goodness with Helen Hwang, and while that didn’t necessarily mean he thought of himself as a bad person--- he just regarded his wiccan friend to just be a few pedastols higher than the one he was on. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

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honorbred:

Lana got up when someone called to her. Wrongly, might she add, but seeing as she was the only owner of the fitness center, the man was definitely talking to her. And from the way he was calling out to her, there was definitely another issue to be dealt with. It seemed her day was never-ending. Lana rose from the mat and cocked her head in question at the man.  “Lana, not Leslie. What’s wrong?”

               “Sorry--- Lana,” he nods, chuckling softly. “Well,” he heaved a heavy sigh, stepping back to gesture towards the door from which he came. “An ogre just barfed onto the mat, directly under the free weights. It took... weeks for me to get my ass to the gym, and I’m trying not to let Marty McBarfs-A-Lot effect my new found desire to be healthy and fit.”

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rubymanette:

Ruby had heard whisperings of a supernatural fight club in East End and she finally got the details to attend. Going to a fight club was something she never would have dreamed of doing in her life - meaning she would without a doubt do it now. Plus, it sounded like the perfect place to scope out the East End supernatural scene. Although she had intended to survey the crowd, when she arrived, she got drawn in by the chaos of the the scene. It looked thrilling and she was mesmerized by the blood getting spilt onto the floor. As she saw a man passing by collecting money, seemingly running the show, her arm shot out and grabbed his - her eyes still on the fight. “This is beautiful. What is it like? Ever gone a round yourself?”

               Ethan comes to a halt at the hand that grabbed him, brows high before falling to its original state at her words. “Well, thanks,” he cheeses, appreciating the compliment. “I do work hard to make it look good.” Upon her following question, the Traveler’s brows furrow, head tilting. “I’ve never gone a round myself, but... I imagine it’s pretty fun. I mean, obviously, getting pummeled isn’t the highlight of the night... but everone’s letting off some steam, you know? Almost every match ends with a respectful handshake.. so in a sense, I guess it’s qutite nice. Maybe... zen, even?” 

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nalamalraux:

It was probably pretty surprising that Nala was out here right now. Most people knew her as the uptight mama wolf who always took things a little too seriously. It was in her nature to do so, but she also other traits that got her out of the house and on to something fun. She wasn’t a complete bore. And the supernatural fight club, though not her complete forte, was fun to watch. MMA for those much stronger than your average human—it made things interesting. And normally, she didn’t place bets, but her friends had convinced her to and the actually smiling blonde ended up throwing a sum of money into the pot, placing a bet on one of the vampires who was up tonight. “I take it you’re pretty excited for tonight?” The blonde began, offering a smile. “Making any bets of your own or is that not allowed?”

                "I mean, all is a go for the guy who runs everything, you know what I mean? But no, I usually don’t. I’d rather take money than give it.” He cheeses a wide grin, opening his bet bag again when someone had approached him briefly to place one in. “But yes, I’m always excited. It’s always fun when someone you think isn't’ going to win, does. Everyone likes an underdog. ---By the way, I don’t think I recognize you,” he adds, turning to face her again, crossing his arms. “You don’t come by often do you?”

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luke-dragovic:

Upon arriving to East End, Luke had come to learn about the SFC. It seemed fitting for him to check out the scene considering he was in search of a few supernatural creatures himself. There was a good chance that the people he had been looking for would be at this event. Where travelers gathered, there had to be one who was willing to help him break a little curse. Noticing a man walk through the crowd, collecting money, Luke took a guess that this was the man he had been looking for. As he walked past him, he reached out to grab his arm, pulling him back towards him. “Ethan, right? You’re the man who runs the show.”

                 Despite not being the more angrier supernatural being, Ethan couldn't help but be alarmed at the arm pulling him backward, stopping him in his tracks. His brows furrow immediately, looking up to meet with none other than Luke Dragovic---an originial vampire. Great. The Traveler hadn’t met with an original yet, but Ethan knew what they looked like. After a little snooping and good ol’ neighborhood gossip, it was pretty easy to tell who was who. “...Yeah, that’s me,” he clears his throat, adjusting his bomber after getting his arms back. “Can I help you with something?” 

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scoutxwinter:

“Great!” She beamed, making her way towards the soup container so she could get him the bowl. “You would be surprised by how much soup we’ve sold today. It’s really so good. Probably my favorite one we have next to the baked potato… or the chicken and wild rice. Oh but the tomato is so good too.” Brow furrowing as she tried to think about what the best soup they had to offer was, she finally was pulled from her thoughts when the man asked about the tuna sandwich. “Oh well. I’m just being honest. The soup’s great, I promise. I had some earlier. But how would you feel if I let you eat the tuna sandwich and then you were sick later? I think the person we bought the tuna from screwed us over.”

                   “Well, between you and me, I’m not really a complainer. I’d get sick--- but you probably wouldn’t hear from me,” he shrugs with a soft smile, rubbing the back of his neck. Whether Ethan decided he was nonconfrontational or just aggressively passive, the statement was true. He hardly argued or was the type to have strong opinions--- he decided a long time ago that life was too short and filled with wonder to get all stiff about trivial things. Fishing his wallet from the back of his pocket, Ethan looks up again. “How much was it? ---Oh, can I get a bottle of water too? And some crackers?”

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delcneyjudge:

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Delaney was bored. And as far as she was concerned, there was one solution and one solution only to cure such a situation - have a little fun with some unsuspecting passersby. She’d screw around for a little bit, stave off the boredom, and walk away with a fun story. Or, at least that was the hopelessly optimistic plan. But if things went horribly wrong, that was fun too. A perk of being able to hide her identity; skating away from a bad situation with no consequences. She leaned her shoulder against a tree, far enough away from a park full of people to hopefully be unnoticed. She liked to put a little thought into her schemes, so they weren’t just meaningless pranks - okay, okay, not all the time, but out in the open like this, she needed to be a little more careful.

Once she honed in on someone who looked to be an easy target, put her back against the tree, thinking about the best plan of action. Her mind initially went to cops, but since she did her best to avoid cops on principal, she didn’t know very many, not enough to have a solid ideal of what they looked like. She’d have to go a little half-assed on this one, but, the best laid plans, right. Once she was fully disguised, she approached her target, putting on her best ‘authority’ voice, hands on her hips. “Excuse me. I’ve had my eye on you for a while. I’m going to guess you know why I’ve stopped you, right?” Maybe she’d get lucky and catch someone who did have something to hide, and Delaney would get to watch them squirm for a couple of minutes.

                        Evidently, only true boredom or a mission for vengeance brought out the glamour in Ethan Goh. He didn’t do it often--- at least, as much as he used to in the past. There was a time when Ethan abused his glamouring that, eventually, had gotten him into a heap load of trouble back in Sicily. He took it as a valuable lesson: choose your battles. Still, nothing could overlook that more than a truly dull month--- as June has proven itself to be, despite only getting through the first week and a half. He considered using his signature glamour option: Kathy--- a blonde he had run into in California a few years ago. She was... a character. The Traveler decided to use what hours he had left in the day to have a little fun, escaping into an alleyway for the transformation. He looked forward to fooling people he was Kathy, and if that meant screwing with that drunken douchebag from The Haunted Star, even better. However, before Ethan had the chance to look for him, he was stopped by an elder woman. He cocked a brow, phone in hand as he gives her a judgy once over in true Kathy fashion. “Um... no offense, but I’m not into women--- much less creepy women like you, so I’m good, thanks.” He waves his hand, taking a step forward. “Also, no... if you’re selling something. I’m not interested.”

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celiadelmonte:

       Normally, Celia wouldn’t be caught in the likes of an abandoned warehouse, especially one with a gritty and grimy aesthetic. But, the Supernatural Fight Club was a place she visited every so often, having duked out her own battles once or twice, with the sole purpose of watching fights unfold. And, if you knew her, Celia most definitely had a taste for violence. With fur cloaking her neck, manicured talons curl around the railing as her eyes settled upon the ring of ravenous beings, ready to rumble. It isn’t until she hears a familiar voice that she turns around, prominent dimples of her cheeks conveying the growing smirk on her features. “Well, well,” she purrs softly, eyes travelling along his very core, the way she always did with others, continuously analysing them. “If it isn’t Ethan Goh.” They were of different species, two kinds of beings who shouldn’t be associated at all, but Cecilia del Monte certainly liked to surround herself with ‘friends’, friends she could later use if need be. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. “Almost feels like it’s been too long, darling. Been too busy taking bets, I see.” 

                      It was no secret that the Traveler was nearly the most popular guy at the SFC. He knew everyone that passed through, became a regular, and even joined in on the fun. That’s all the SFC was anyway--- pure fun for anyone looking to let out a little steam. There wasn’t just one type of person to walk through the warehouse doors either. You had your typical gritty types, pent-up cubical workers, silently dying inside introverts, and the rich that needed an escape from their prissy lives. Evidently, that wasn’t always the case--- but Ethan liked to group them all anyway, after all, it’s how he remembered everyone. Upon hearing Celia’s voice and white fur sticking out like a sore thumb, the brunette smiled to himself. It was always such a sight for sore eyes when a vampire like Celia Del Monte visited the SFC. It was so ironically fitting. “If it isn’t my favorite vamp,” he grinned playfully. “Of course--- someone’s gotta. You waiting for a particular fight or do you just miss me?”

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judexgreyson:

“You have to say they’re better because I’m the one making the tea,” Jude corrected, an embarrassed smile on his face as he moved to go back behind the counter. “It’s just two boxes for five dollars. It’s not amazing, but I can’t beat the bigger shops. This one is kinda small but hey – it only takes one person to run.”

                      Ethan smirked, nodding slowly at the owner’s comment. “I guess if I want to steer clear of something unwanted in my tea, I’ll just take your side then.” The male shrugged with a cheeky grin, leaning against the counter. “Anyway, I’m getting some for my neighbor--- and the other place is a little too far for me. Call me lazy, but I’d say you’ve got a loyal customer on your hands. She has some problems sleeping and anxiety. Have anything for that?”

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                  While premonitions weren’t exactly Ethan’s forte, the male could see the business of the SFC flourish the second he had put this system together three years ago. A few nights a week, crowds gather to watch civilly conducted fights. Whether it was Traveler versus Werewolf or Vampire versus Hunter, it didn’t matter, because the people loved it. The SFC brought entertainment to those secretly fueled by chaos, without the guaratnee of it actually happening. Ethan realized there were many, just like him, that enjoyed watching the supernatural duke out their trivial issues human style (or with their full blown abilities). Thanks to a little poition he called ‘The Black Panther’ (respectively) all was fair, always. Ethan walks around with his bag of bets, welcoming the regulars that crowded around the ring. “Thank you, thank you,” he smiles as he goes along the line. 

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judexgreyson:

“And I’m telling you – I’m not going to help you find your dead –….hi.” Jude was fairly certain that the old woman had been standing there a second ago, not the figure that had seemingly stepped up and through her, taking her place. “Uh – we’re having a tea special. Lots of tea. Better than that other place down the street.”

                     Keeping East End’s supernatural secrets felt like an unsaid duty for those apart of the community. He wasn’t really sure what the consequences were, aside from the humans naturally freaking the fuck out, but it was safe to say that Ethan was on the bridge of wanting to find out. He didn't normally play it safe, but still, respected boundaries (for the most part). He had arrived at Tranquilitea as per request of his elderly neighbor on his way home from work, catching what the male had said, leaving him with a soft and goofy grin. Was this another witch running one of the many tea shops in East End? “Okay,” he chuckles. “Tell me the specials and I’ll let you know whether or not they’re bettter.”