ᴬᴺᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞 .ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝙎𝙔𝙈𝘽𝙊𝙇𝙄𝙕𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝘽𝙎𝙊𝙇𝙐𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙔

[fr0ntman]

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❛ ━━━ private, low-activity interpretation of 황인호 / HWANG IN-HO ᵃᵏᵃ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙉 from 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. headcanons incorporated. written with the intent of expanding the character beyond the narrative, crossovers very much encouraged. NARRATIVE / PLOTTING BASED. sensitive content contained, proceed with caution.

001. CARRD. 002. COMPANION. 003. FIND ME.

[fr0ntman]

no one's kissing inho right now ... which is how it probably should be. what's truly unfortunate, though, is that no one has attempted to assassinate him?

[fr0ntman]

SNAKE * ↪ [ swat ]

somewhere across the city, his client is running late. the scene unfolding is not one he frequents. the club breathes in bass and exhales heat. bodies fold into one another under the strobe’s staccato flash, and the air tastes of copper and something sweeter, like fruit left too long in the sun. mixed drinks, and perfumed flesh. in his opinion, it is a crass meeting spot, but it was chosen upon the request of his client — and the clientele he caters to is not easily denied.

irritation fills out the shape of his missing company, which makes him less tolerant of antics. @2nake hovering about, lingering as he wiped down the bar, did not go unnoticed. it might have been a deliberate provocation, a way to pass the time. it is not exactly subtle — the bartender's hand inches toward the black-lacquered ID holder that sat by his empty glass, strewn atop his work tablet. inho doesn’t bother looking up. the motion is casual, almost lazy. a flick of his wrist, the heel of his palm swatting the boy’s fingers back before they can close around anything. nothing particularly interesting was contained in either of those items, ( aside from a neatly organised investment portfolio ) but there's a principle.

❛ try not to touch what isn’t yours. let's try again. ❜ he says, adjusting his cuff link with some dry amusement, ❛ i'll take a lagavulin, neat. ❜

[fr0ntman]

𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗟 ( ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ) 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 황인호 / HWANG IN-HO ᵃᵏᵃ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙉, as envisioned in the netflix series squid game.

[fr0ntman]

dangling my oc by the scruff @dr1ver

[fr0ntman]

secret little starter call. 🤫

[fr0ntman]

this type of dynamic when-

[fr0ntman]

i. might make my third arc ( i.e. post-season 3 ) my default arc so i can hinge on fandomless / make it easier to throw him around across the board. there's a lot to explore without canon getting in my way too much. basically, after inho escapes the island in the squid game finale debacle, he leaves the continent and flies abroad, taking on the role of an ' investor / consultant ' for various international branches of the squid game.

[fr0ntman]

THE OFFICER * ↪ [ lit ]

there is little by way of entertainment behind these blank walls. it is all show, a little house put away in its toybox when not in use. the frontman, unmasked now, lounges atop one of the plush chairs, @d3tect standing somewhere behind him. they're off the clock, but he's skimming reports anyway, because there is nothing else to do. there is irony in that — on an island of indulgence, the staff is left to loiter between stretches of time in the off-hours, days, weeks. one has to be content with the company of one's thoughts, or otherwise relent to substance. most of the staff, inho knows, turn to smuggling alcohol and tobacco ( and the occasional companion ) in their quarters. like rats in the kitchen, they think the frontman does not see them. he does not deprive them of their little treats, even if it is against regulation. so, when he's offered a cigarette, he takes it. a lighter sparks, and the cigarette is lit before he can do it himself. he allows it. smoke curls in the air, around his wrist.

❛ don't linger. come, sit down. ❜ a motion is made toward the empty chair opposite his own. it is an invitation, not an order, but it has the ring of one all the same. perhaps all his speech now is just that — a quiet insistence, a way of moving the room itself. perhaps he doesn't speak at all anymore, just directs this and that.

the tablet balanced in his lap lights up with various reports: feedback from guests, complaint forms, et cetera. ❛ our guests found last year's season dull. too many contestants lost the initial two rounds, which reportedly felt ━ ( he makes a point to glance at the tablet, before he's handing it off to the officer ) ' predictable '. tell me, how would you keep them interested? ❜

[fr0ntman]

live inho reaction

[fr0ntman]

what is more animal: to murder a man for money, or to watch a man murdering a man while dangling money in his face? inho has been both prey and predator, both player and observer, and he might have once had thoughts on the question. the frontman entertains no such philosophy, nor thoughts of his own, beyond the scope of the game. ( there is a script to follow when conversing with the guests. the staff is inanimate. this is simply protocol, which makes it easy to follow. ) the whirr of the sleek helicopter unearths sand and dirt, landing in a cloud of dust. with a stride, he goes to greet @manager016. irritation swells in his heart like an infection, but he amputates that part of the body every game season. he does not necessarily enjoy playing host and indulging the inquiries and demands of the sponsors. usually, this initial welcoming rite would fall to a member of staff below him — but she had arrived early, and it would not be appropriate to leave her flanked with a bunch of faceless guards and nothing to do. the frontman, at least, is a recognisable character she can entertain herself conversing with while she waits in the lounge.

❛ allow me to escort you inside. ❜ the frontman says, on autopilot. he offers an arm for the woman to take, aiding her in stepping out of the aircraft. the terrain of the island is not ideal for high heels, nor does the humidity of the air complement the expensive fabrics of designer clothes, and he stands to shield her from the dust.

HAN JIWAN / MS CAT-MASK * ↪ 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦?

❛ the other guests have not arrived yet. i will be keeping you company until the others join us. ❜

[fr0ntman]

to all my superhero / hero-aligned mutuals ... you can literally have inho as part of your villains gallery, would that not be iconic 🥰

[lissasinclair]

[fr0ntman]

entertained the thought of making a usfw sideblog for a second, but the only usfw content inho wants to engage in is murder, extortion, and blackmail 😮‍💨

[4ppa-deactivated20250930]

            Jason doesn't drink as much as he used to, not by a long shot... But he does like to indulge now and then! He doesn't see harm in it, as long as Hana is taken care of and he isn't drinking to cope. Tonight, Hana is staying at her friend's house, so Jason decided to celebrate the closing of a case he'd been working on by spending some time at his favorite bar. 

            It's not unusual for him to chat with people, as he gets incredibly chatty when he's drunk... And he's already found someone to listen to him ramble. In-ho is charming and good-looking, so it doesn't take a tipsy Jason long to lower his guard and unleash the floodgates of his chatter. He's practically giggling by the third round of drinks, grinning as he nods his head enthusiastically.

            ❛❛   Three! I was just surprised the pencil was sharp enough.   ❜❜      He cackles and sips his drink, eyes sparkling as he regards the other man, Jason's lips in a crooked smile.      ❛❛   Oof, you're telling me... Some people will go to the craziest extremes.   ❜❜      With a grimace, he shakes his head, putting his arm on the bar as he props his cheek up with his hand.

            He hums at In-ho's words, before shrugging.      ❛❛   I guess you could say that- I see a lot more than the normal civilian.   ❜❜      Jason replies with a chuckle, his hooded eyes examining the other man curiously. Jason appreciates that he's taken the time to listen to Jason ramble and tell his random stories; it's nice to have someone who will just listen. 

            He perks up, nudging In-ho with a grin.      ❛❛   Tell me about you! What do you do? I bet it's exciting.   ❜❜      

[fr0ntman]

some variety of popular american music swirls around the air, humming against the foundations of the establishment, drowning out the sea of various voices. he forgets how loud the world can be, when he spends so long away from it. gaze flicks down toward the hand that had nudged his arm, then back toward the detective, taking a moment to simply watch him. interaction outside the bounds of the usual is foreign. sometimes, it's harder to exist out here than it is in there. ( anything can become mundane if one is used to it, and human beings can get used to anything, with time. ) violence does not move him anymore, neither does death, but simple conversation does. it's a balancing act, brushing up the atrophied skills of civility. he has to make the calculated effort to school his features into something kind and pleasant.

his phone pings in his suit jacket, as if on cue, but it goes disregarded. he thinks, why not have fun with this? jason is being genuinely nice, engaging enthusiastically. it wouldn't do to offend him now — more than that, inho can admit to deriving amusement from the situation. seeing how far the act can go. ❛ i wish. ❜ he offers a small smile, mouth mostly hidden behind the rim of the half-empty whiskey glass.

posture straightens in the confines of the bar chair, leg crossing over knee, hand waving dismissively as he explains in vague terms, ❛ i handle executive operations at an investment firm. it’s mostly making sure things don’t fall apart. i'm afraid it's as boring as it sounds. ❜

❛ definitely nothing as exciting as a pencil stabbing... but i have seen staplers thrown. does that count? ❜

[fr0ntman]

frontman-core compilation.

[fr0ntman]

working on verses ( which can be found here, tentatively 🤫 ) and delving into some tasty character study along the way and. and.... i don't think in-ho is capable of any normal variation of love anymore. it's obsession, possession, or nothing.