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ɪᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ: ᴊɪɴ ( ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ʙᴜᴅ )

DAESEONG: hey dude

DAESEONG: i don't even know if you live here still tbh

DAESEONG: but i hope you're safe if you are !!

DAESEONG: don't be being stupid and going out in that lol its a Mess

JIN: i live here

JIN: kinda of

JIN: what mess? it's pretty nice outside

JIN: the weather is amazing

#ofdaeseong #tx: ofdaeseong #jin out here thinking the chaos is beautiful #or normal

spewd

#misc

REPLYING TO JAEHYXNHQ

Jaehyun had been working at the bakery for a little over three months now, getting used to the swing of things and how everything was done. One of the regulars that always stuck within his mind was a boy that often came in with his daughter to buy some cookies. Noticing the familiar male again Jaehyun quickly waved as a friendly gesture. That was until he noticed someone come up behind the other and quickly tug on his collar. Gasping a bit loudly, Jaehyun covered his face to avoid seeing the true horror that was unfolding in front of him. He was not one for violence, making this quite like a horror movie for the boy himself.

Noticing the other male now on the ground while Jin was asking for his usual order made Jaehyun whimper softly. He couldn’t figure out why the other male was attempting to hurt Jin in the first place. “A-are you okay?” he murmured softly, biting down harshly on his bottom lip. “You look like you really could’ve used help in that. Why was he coming after you? Should I- do I need to call the police?”

gaze shifting to the other, slight confusion ravaging through obsidian hues as the other posed his question. ❝ i’m still breathing, i’m sure i’ll be okay. ❞ he nods, as a hand raises, waving dismissively, ❝ no, it’s fine. i’m sorry you had to witness that, he just got too excited to see me again after i left daegu for some time without telling him. ❞ his foot pressuring harder onto the other’s throat, a whimper follows, ❝ anyway, how’s the bakery ? ❞ a hand raises again, this time to rub at his pained neck, a slight cough leaving him, as sturdy digits come to tap against the counter. ❝ good thing the bakery isn’t busy like other times. ❞ a chuckle leaving him.

#jaehyxnhq #th: jaehyxnhq #jin playing it off cool like oh yea it was nothing we're besties

wonhosoks

#jin #eyeshadow game on point

STARTER FOR RYU GUNWOO

underground fighting rings were a place he often dwelled, a place of interest for the recent dragon heir. people knew of his name, albeit his features were not as familiarised. perhaps, people expected an older face, one that resembled his grandfather. a man of great grace and prowess within the underground, renowned for his merciless personality, one that outshone many before him. and jin aspired to be just that.

the roaring of the crowd, metal bars rattling against dimmed walls as the grunting from the fighting matches carried on. and he finds comfort against the walls, back up against it as hands dig into the confinements of his jacket. hues watching carefully, as this had been something of a pass time to him. parallel to his own interests, this was the best place for him to find potential dragons for more... versatile jobs. sanguine veins that tint a feint light of corruption, one that bled out black, matching the obsidian hues of its owner. sturdy digits come to rake back strands of almost white, unfamiliar with the rest of his attire, a walking paradox, perhaps so much so, that the attention he gains was worthwhile. small nods and bows come and go, at the recognition of the korean capo, and his arms cross watching the fight unfold.

one of the rules that dictated the match, was one that everyone recognised. no weapons. however, on some lucky days jin finds himself bearing witness to someone stupid enough to hold a gun in a fighting match, the street thugs out here were not one to be easily messed with, despite this jin finds them as nothing but regular sewer rats. he hopes that he finds the pleasure of shooting one down tonight. @gunisms

#gunisms #th: gunisms #tw: fighting #tw: violence

STARTER FOR SOO BOGUM

street lights that flicker without a blueprint, the azure sky only darkening as obsidian hues move to the so called abandoned warehouse positioned amidst the dead shrubbery that surrounded it. numerous trucks parked outside of its unguarded doors, and he is quick to move, he uses the shadows overcast by the deteriorating flora, and his back is up against the wall of the warehouse, rusted metal that peeks at his disgust. digits come to tug at the hood over his head, mask securing around his features as he lurks further into the warehouse.

obsidian hues flicker beneath the lack of lighting, and he spots the shadows of guards that lurk routinely across the warehouse. with his usual methods, he would have appeared in the warehouse guns blazing, threats thrown and grenades tossed, but with the specific instructions of his grandfather informing him to take extreme care with this client, as any possible suspicion over his name would cause his brother immense work to recover his untainted reputation. and so he listens.

he spots a familiar shadow within close proximity, a silhouette that reminded him of someone he had met prior in his life, one that had left a positive impression within his mind. a silenced handgun in his grip, light footsteps leading him to @nocvil, ❝ snake ? ❞ a soft chuckle leaving him, as his gun retreats, finding humour in their random encounter here. the first time he had met bogum, they were strolling the underground, having found their flourishing friendship through their work. ❝ are you here for kimi ? ❞

#nocvil #th: nocvil #that gif is jin tryna see what bogum looks like

REPLYING TO OFSERAS

𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, sera found herself constantly swamped with work to do. unlike most people, sera felt like it was her purpose to work. she’d always loved having productive things to do, but today wasn’t like any other day. unusually, she’d finished everything she had to for her classes AND had reorganized her closet and desk. now, she had the rest of the day free. sera wasn’t one to make friends at all, let alone when she could be doing homework to raise her grade in her classes (which wasn’t possible, even the teachers were annoyed with how much of a try hard she was.) to pass the time, sera decided to go to the mall. it’s what people did when they had free time, right? she clutched the handle of her white book bag, her dark eyes scanning the various window displays. fashion wasn’t her thing, but she had to admit, looking at clothes was kind of fun.

𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑼𝑻, the female was deep in thought about rethinking her hobbies when she felt a foreign force hit her shoulder. she was caught off guard and placed a hand on her shoulder. it was almost as if she was in shock from the events that had just played out. “oh, don’t worry about it, i’m fine,” she said after a moment. “i hate to intrude, but is everything okay?” she felt stupid asking that question, but it felt like the only thing she could say to him without seeming insane. the panic in the male was extremely obvious, she furrowed her brows with worry. “it seems like you could use some help with whatever’s going on.” sera considered herself a good person, but she couldn’t help but rejoice at the feeling of doing something productive, even if it was for a complete stranger.

her words catch him off guard, obsidian hues come to meet with hers, uncertainty building in his mind as he contemplates on her offer. his daughter was worth his entire life and perhaps, even more. he has become paranoid about his daughter’s safety, an issue that rung true whenever he loses sight of her, she is a weakness to him and his entire empire, rival threatening to slit her throat only to see her father bend his knee. ❝ if it isn’t too much trouble for you, i could use your help. ❞ he nods, ❝ i lost someone, her name is jinah and she’s five. she’s wearing a pink dress. ❞ his hand moves to roughly show the other his daughter’s height. his failure to find a well trained nanny and babysitter for his daughter has gradually become a clear problem in situations where his daughter would wonder off on her own, and he lets out a sigh, hand raising to rub at his temple, obsidian hues refusing defeat.

hues lift to meet with hers again, ❝ i’ll meet you back here, if you find her just give me a call. ❞ hand digging inside the compartments of his jacket, retrieving a business card with the dragon casino’s logo pasted atop it, beneath it, his name. kang jin.

he nods quickly at her, before making his rounds again, hoping for his daughter to miraculously jump out from behind any, whichever possible corner there was, his dragon’s already doing their job as constant reports were messaged back to him, whilst other’s stationing themselves at the entrance and stores where she was suspected to be in, just in case she would circle back to them.

#ofseras #th: ofseras

STARTER FOR LEE JAEHYUN

he visits the bakery, like he always does every morning, except this time without his daughter. he’s standing in line, hands tucked away in the confinements of his jacket. obsidian hues scanning the all too familiar array of baked goods on display, his daughter’s words echoing in his mind as he remembers of her asking him for those cookies that she had always gotten here. as the line shortens and he comes face to face to the familiar face that he had encountered for months, @jaehyxnhq. he nods, a slight smile tugging at his corners as he greets the other, lips move agape but before he could get his order out, a hand reaches from behind him, tugging roughly at his collar, catching him off guard. and before he could react, he was pulled to a choke hold. his attacker laughing menacingly, cursing him out, not finding a reaction on jin’s features, fuelling his anger further as he screams louder at him.

sturdy digits raise, gripping onto the other’s prominently curly hair, tossing his attacker over his shoulder and after a few moments of struggling, jin regains his composure. his neck clearly scathed by the leather of the other’s sleeve, a foot comes to step on the throat, as jin leans against the counter, huffing. ❝ the regular cookies and just two croissants, thank you. ❞ he feels a shuffling under his foot, instinct ravaging his veins as his foot exerts more pressure onto the other’s throat again, a grunt slips from his attackers lips. a hand raises again, this time to rub at his neck, sore and bruised as evident injuries were found lacerating his pale complexion.

#jaehyxnhq #th: jaehyxnhq #whatever happened in this starter is wildt

justminime-deactivated20221111

My silence doesn’t mean that I quit. It simply means that I don’t want to argue with people who just don’t want to understand.

Yato, Noragami (via justminime)

#misc #relevant

STARTER FOR IM AREUM

small hands that would excitedly grapple at the shiny dresses, displayed on the racks. a soft giggle that would leave from her lips as she turns back to him, hoping to earn herself another piece in her wardrobe. arms fold, as he stands behind her, a brow raises slightly as corners curve at her excitement, ❝ don’t you already have that dress ? ❞ and he earns himself a prompt no. being frequents at the boutique, the employees knew of him, familiarity recognising his own, as features brighten, knowing he’d spend a pretty penny on his daughter.

and this was how he had met @arxum, frequent visits to the boutique, igniting a sense of acquaintanceship as his daughter grew to adore her. asking for her opinions on her own style, and becoming more and more excited to visit areum at every chance she could get. and today was no different for jinah, as she calls out for the other, jin still standing behind her, ❝ don’t scream, jinah. go ask if she’s working today. ❞ she turns back to him, apologising, before immediately running off towards the register excitedly.

#arxum #th: arxum #wack !!!

STARTER FOR KIM SERA

sturdy digits lifting the huge box from off the shelf, a new dollhouse design that had caught his daughter’s attention. he places the box onto the floor, squatting down beside her to read the box before purchasing. digits raise again, this time raking through untamed strands, a sigh leaving him as he turns to jinah, ❝ are you sure this is the one ? ❞ he asks in reassurance, as she nods excitedly, small hands clapping together as she grabs onto his arm in excitement. he picks the box up, carrying it in his hands, jinah’s grip now transitioning to grapple at his pants, his knee feeling the weight of her small hands.

upon reaching the cash register and paying, he turns around again, no longer feeling the tug of his daughter on his leg, only to find her missing. composure threatening to crack, obsidian hues widen as they quickly scan the vicinity, searching for her. he informs the cashier about his daughter, and an announcement rings through, after moments of waiting, she doesn’t appear nor does he hear anything from her. reverie spiralling into an abyss of unfortunate events, one that painted the darkest tint of despair, finding his own self worth dwindling on a thread that held above a faucet of panic. he thanks the cashier, hurriedly tucking the relatively large box under his left arm, right hand retrieving his phone to inform his dragons about the situation, to send reinforcements into the mall to help him find jinah, this is not a drill.

upon his panic and rushing, light footsteps that hurriedly circle the mall in hopes of finally spotting jinah’s silhouette, shoulder coming to collide with @ofseras amidst his anxiety. he turns, a slight nod immediately in her direction, ❝ sorry. ❞ moments later, a dragon comes jogging up to him, grabbing the dollhouse from him, immediately informing him that jinah is nowhere to be found. ‘sir, we still haven’t found your daughter. i’ll go back to the toy store to double check, sir.’ his minion quickly bowing, before heading back to the store. he turns back to the girl he had bumped into earlier, ❝ sorry, are you alright ? i wasn’t watching where i was going. ❞ he apologises again, panic evident in his tone.

#ofseras #th: ofseras #yoinks longer than expected soz

hi yall, i’m atlas and i’m here to confuse yall with my muses. just kidding, not really tho. so this is kang jin, he has an older brother named kang jun lol which is my second muse, so that’s great i’m already jumping in with two muses that i haven’t touched in two years, love that. their links/names are incredibly similar, totally not intentional *sweats* but im super excited to be here, and i hope i get to write with everyone at some point because i’ve been lowkey highkey stalking your blogs and the main also facts underneath