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[kingpvns]

— — •••  ❝ THIS IS HELL , AND WE CAN’T LEAVE . ❞

— ••  ❛ like & follow for a starter. ❜

[thecamelliablooms]

One iced americano please!

[kingpvns]

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[kingpvns]

COBB:

𝐄𝐍𝐃  /  𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  :    @kingpvns

──── .          “𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄,  𝐇𝐔𝐇?”  The  rhetorical  question’s  punctuated  with  an  easy  smile.  “Thought  we’d  be  meeting  over  drinks–”  Another  gunshot  rips  through  the  air  above  them.  The  myraid  of  bottles  and  glasses  on  the  shelves  shatter.  A  kalediscope  of  colored  fragments  carrying  the  scent  of  liquor  rains  down.  “Well,  I  guess,  in  a  way  we  are.”  Chuckling,  Cobb  reloads  his  gun  deftly.  They’ve  taken  cover  behind  the  bar.  It’s  hard  to  tell  if  the  armed  men  that  stormed  the  club  are  after  Cobb  or  the  other.  Perhaps  both?  

            Cobb  fires  shots  back.  Frighteningly  precise.  Just  right  to  disarm  and  immobilize,  but  nothing  lethal.  His  records  are  questionable  at  best,  but  Cobb  prefers  not  to  be  listed  as  murderer.  Not  yet,  anyways.  

           “On  your  left.  There’s  an  exit.  Go  when  there’s  an  opening.  I’ll  cover  you.”

“you’re right. technically we are, i guess, but not the preferred way.” kyungshin shields his eyes as fragments go flying, gun cocked and held precariously in his right hand while his left keeps him balanced on the floor. 

he glances to the left, processing the safest way to escape while simultaneously securing the enemy. it doesn’t take him more than a few moments to execute the safest command, giving cobb a nod once before he’s diving to the left into a forward roll with the echo of gunshots behind him. 

he allows for the split second glance to his right that it takes to ascertain the severity of their situation, counting three downed, but armed men and one who’d been fast enough to catch wind of his exit and was currently attempting to run around and cut him off.  

“one more coming around back, i’ll take care of him!”

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ZWIE​

𝙸𝙽𝙿𝚄𝚃  𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰  –  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 :  @kingpvns [ SEVEN ]

──── .           ‘  𝙶𝙾𝚃  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙼𝙴  𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴  ‘  are  words  Zwie  never  thought  he’d  say.  He  catches  himself  off  guard  the  most.  The  surprise  flickering  across  Zwie’s  face  sparks  fondness  in  Cobb’s  eyes.  Zwie  huffs  when  Cobb  tousles  his  hair.  His  mentor  says,  ‘  Go,  kid.  Don’t  keep  ‘em  waiting.  ‘  Despite  his  knee-jerk  reaction  to  insist  that  he’s  not  a  kid,  Zwie  still  smiles  to  himself.

           While  Zwie  heads  home,  neurons  flare  and  send  flashes  of  pain.  He’s  fortunate  to  not  take  any  physical  damage.  But  this  last  Dreamshare  job  involved  a  car  chase,  exploding  building,  gunfight,  and  even  a  subway  fight.  His  mind  still  recalls  the  burns,  the  lacerations,  the  gunshot  wounds–

           But  none  of  that  matters  as  Zwie  finally  reaches  their  place.  Seems  ordinary  on  the  surface.  But  it’s  reinforced  to  the  nines  with  security.  Zwie  approaches  his  partner  from  behind,  chin  resting  on  Seven’s  shoulder,  arms  wrapping  around  his  waist.  “Missed  you.“  He  nuzzles  Seven  like  a  lazy,  affectionate  cat.  “Oh–  also,  I  got  something  for  you.  For  both  of  us,  actually.“  Zwie  fishes  something  out  of  his  pocket,  then  holds  it  up.  Two  Pikachu  keychains.  It’s  even  the  old  school  designs.  Zwie  lightly  kisses  Seven’s  cheek.  “They  look  almost  cute  as  you.”

the zeroes and ones are starting to blend together in front of his eyes, and it’s all seven can do to keep them open long enough to keep going. he’d moved from the darkness of the bedroom to try and work in the kitchen at a barstool, but a few more minutes passes by, and he finds the fourth mistake in his coding that sets him over the edge. immediately, he lets out a low groan and slams his laptop shut. 

he rests his head on his arms at the bar, pushing back so that he can look down at his knees. a sigh billows past his lips, and he nearly falls asleep there when he feels familiar arms curl around his waist. having not heard them enter, surprise curls around his mind, replacing the sleepy, mild irritation he’d felt earlier replaced with nothing but fondness. 

“missed you more, z.” he grins, the other serving as an indefinite instant mood booster, no matter the kind of day seven had been having. the keychains come as a surprise, and excitement lights up his features. “oh, these are so cute!” he immediately holds up his hand to cup the delicate pikachu pair, a hand coming up to ruffle his lover’s hair. “don’t think they could be nearly as cute as you, though.” he laughs, standing from the stool and shifting so that he can turn around in the other’s arms, his own coming up to wrap around their shoulders. 

“good day? bad day? in the middle kinda day?” 

[kingpvns]

❛  none of it is your fault.  ❜ // Echo from Neil

JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS

for you, @747paradox​, by echo.

“how can you say that if you weren’t there?”

echo’s on the brink of flying into a fit of rage, frustration evident in his voice and demeanor. he keeps thinking back to her, his dongsaeng who haunts his memories every so often. he doesn’t know what happened to her, doesn’t know if he ever will, but he can’t stop thinking about what became of her after that day. 

he crouches in the dark alleyway, police sirens blaring somewhere in the distance after he’d gone rouge from one of his chases. he knows they wouldn’t come for him in such an elite and over-the-top manner; they’d be more subtle, way more subtle. he had time, but his tracker was somewhere lodged in the back of his neck, and he’d give anything to rip it out right about now. 

“i couldn’t save her, couldn’t do jack shit, and i still can’t. i’m useless like this, and the guide they gave me can’t guide me for shit,” he gripes, feeling a zone coming somewhere in the distance before running a hand through his hair haphazardly and standing up. “might not be my fault but i could have saved her.” he grits his teeth together, “just needed more time.” 

[kingpvns]

❛  i don’t want to hurt you.  ❜ // Seven from Arthur

JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS

for you, @747paradox​, by seven.

“you wouldn’t hurt me any more than i’ve hurt myself.”

his response is curt, knowing full well the extent of what he’s going to have to put himself through. while he’s not familiar with unseen side of neural networks and the vastness from which they differ from electronic ones, he knows that he’s in good hands and that arthur would do his best to ensure nothing too dangerous happened to him. 

“plus,” he continues with a signature smirk, hands coming up to show the multiple healed over scars that littered his exposed arms, “you act like i can feel it in the first place.” the snicker that escapes him then does so in good nature, and he settles back into the chair in mental preparation. “though i guess mentally, that’s something different...” the thought hits him like a freight train, and for the first time in his life, seven feels apprehension. he doesn’t know what pain is, has never felt it or known how to deal with it. 

“just...” he licks his lips, thinking back to zwie and how he just wants his memories restored. “i trust you, hyung. i know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose.”

[kingpvns]

❛  are you still having nightmares? flashbacks?  ❜ // Kyungshin from Cobb

JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS

for you, @747paradox, by kyungshin.

“every fucking day.” 

kyungshin’s thoughts have rested heavily on his son lately, given that his birthday was coming up soon. it’d been years on top of years, but he could never stop thinking of the toddler’s smile whenever he’d call his name. it was always around this time that the other police officers knew to steer clear of him whenever he came around, and it’s why kyungshin finds himself on the rooftop of the station holding the end of a burnt out cigarette. 

“fifteen years,” he qualifies quietly, “it’s been fifteen years since i’ve seen him. last thing he said to me was ‘have a great day, daddy. i’ll see you later.’ that was the last thing he said...” kyungshin trails off quietly, a pressure building in his chest. he disposes of the cigarette in a nearby receptacle and sighs, turning to lean his back against the railing. 

“all i ever think about is the raid that day, how it could have been different, how i could have done better. but i’ll never know, now.” 

[kingpvns]

SEUNGJUN

Of course, Seungjun takes that as a compliment considering he took pride in his ever growing web of connections. He always knew he’d come out on top - at least that’s what he had been encouraged to do by his brother - and now he was sitting pretty at the top of the food chain staring down at all the broken humans reaching for his help: and help he does. Seungjun steps in close, fingers now pressing on  either side of Ian’s body against the surface of the desk. He’s  a bit leaned forward, opting to give Ian the opportunity to look down at him for once as they teetered on matching heights normally. “I say–”, he whispered, blowing a little air towards his face. “—that I have a million ways to do that and they’re all dangerous. So really… the question is…” Now slowly standing straighter, fingertips still brushing the top of the desk with his lips now whispering against Ian’s ear. “How close to death do you want to be tonight?”

there’s a fire sitting pretty in his chest, one that’s only normally ignited by adrenaline; highly addictive, something he lives for. a feeling that keeps him feeling alive, one that he chances and one that seungjun just also happens to spark sometimes. he observes the other as close as he happens to be, seduction laced under his voice that ian shows no small amount of appreciation for. “you don’t think i haven’t learned that by now? that you yourself are synonymous with danger?” his eyes darken and he hums, a low sound filled to the brim with amusement as seungjun’s words are breathed against his ear. his own head leans to the side automatically, and he’s aware of the potential consequence of such a vulnerable move. but he’s always felt just as safe as he felt on edge around the other. it was thrilling. “that depends,” he whispers himself, turning so that his lips brush the shell of the younger’s ear, “how close can you get me?” 

[kingpvns]

SEUNGJUN

Oh, what a time to be alive, he thinks with the seam of his lips parting and his tongue skimming along the blunt edges of his teeth. He can’t even begin to remember the last time someone had made attempts to control him in any sort of way. It had its own energizing effect and he’d allow it only out of pure curiosity with the corner of his lips twitched into a lopsided grin while he stared with a half hooded gaze at his company. “Ian, I’m disappointed. I thought you knew me better than that.” Seungjun sucks his teeth, the expression of amusement on his face a contradiction to his feigned disappointment. “All these stupid questions from such a smart man. I’m starting to think that maybe I’ve underestimated you.” The last two words are spoken almost like a song. A hand of his own grabs onto the edge of their jacket with a tug. “Yeah, thanks.” A low laugh breathed against their face.

“i thought i did, but here you are, acting like a jealous little. guess we both have things to be disappointed about. though now that i think about it,” he pauses, a grin dancing along the corners of his lips teasingly, tauntingly as dark eyes trail their way down the column of the kingpin’s exposed neck, outlining the visible adam’s apple and almost too perfect frame. “i can’t say i’m disappointed after all. maybe you underestimated me, maybe you didn’t. but i’d say that’s what you get for trying to judge a book by it’s cover.” ian hums noncommittally, lips skimming along a jawline clear-cut as glass. “would you like to meet him? would that ease some of your curiosity? your jealousy?” the words are low in his throat, and ian lets go of jun’s hair, but he doesn’t lean back. “he’s a pretty little thing. sweet, submissive, soft spoken. you’re nothing like him,” he qualifies, unspoken words between them hanging from the tip of his tongue. but i like that.

[kingpvns]

GHOST​

“Yeah, sure, an obvious shitty excuse to get out of a blind date  would make anyone feel good. I get you.” The sarcasm is prevalent through his speech as he sighs by his keyboard with his forearms pressed against the sides of his inner thighs. He’d just been idly watching his best friend sulk on his floor. He’s not sure what it is about dating this year, but at least he can say that he wasn’t alone on that boat. He had Areum and Saint sailing alongside him and though it wasn’t the greatest situation to be in he was sorta relieved he wasn’t alone. Then again, he also constantly has to remind himself not to get too comfortable with the idea of relationships again – even though he feels himself slipping all over again. It was such a sweet feeling— and utterly destructive. He inwardly groans at himself and moves to stand from his seat by his keyboard when Saint decides he’d rather tuck into himself. Yukwon is now crouched beside him, elbow on his knee with his cheek cradled in the palm of his hand as he stares at him with mild amusement. “I’m keeping your search history as a reminder of how much of a pervert you were when you were alive.“ He mused, reaching a hand out to poke into his shoulder. “Are you really that lonely? Am I not enough for you? I thought our friendship would mean more.” Of course, he’s joking as it was his attempt to lighten the mood. “Also, I think I’m too muscular to fit in your clothes. Got anything else?”

saint sighs loudly and pathetically, his mind replaying the events of the date over and over in his mind without his permission. he’d been sure to wear his best jeans, one of his nicer shirts, and not too much cologne ( since that had been a problem the last time, as he’d sent to poor guy into an asthma attack, and that hadn’t ended well ). he’d done everything right in his mind, but for some reason, it always ended up like this. he closes his eyes then, reaching a hand out to wrap around yukwon’s wrist. “if you so much as think about going through my search history,” he starts without opening his eyes, “i’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. when you’re eating, sleeping, having sex, masturbating, you name it. i’ll be there and you’ll never get rid of me. just remember that.” he does crack an eye open then, humor sparkling in the depths of brown hues. “if i ever admitted out loud how much you actually mean to me, then you realize i’d have to kill you, right? there are some words that should never be spoken.” he sits up abruptly, pressing a wet kiss to yukwon’s nose and pinching his arm at the same time. “and you wish you were half as bulky as me, okay, my clothes would dwarf you.” he snorts, mood returning slowly but surely. he’d try again eventually. he always did, and he hadn’t given up yet. yet. 

[synthes]

to realize that 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 doesn’t exist, 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 do. to know that 𝐆𝐎𝐃 doesn’t exist, 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 does.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒:  a multimuse indie roleplaying account, featuring various canon and original muses, both supernatural and otherwise. as penned by rosé circa june twenty-twenty. selective and private. please check pinned post for the most recent muses and their availability.

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[kingpvns]

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt + comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school college romances or middle-aged romances // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // ANGST or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

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[otpdisaster]

Person A being brainwashed to torture Person B. On the verge of death and bleeding out, Person B is finally able to reach out to A, breaking the trance. What is Person A’s reaction to what they’ve just done?

[kingpvns]

LET ME LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!

/ / THEN COME ON AND SHOW ME ALL THIS LOVE YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT !!!

[kingpvns]

JUN​

“I would say that you have some pretty huge balls to play with. I might need to use more than one hand.” Seungjun doesn’t offer him the same sentiment their smile had given him as he prefers to lay out his intentions with a single gaze. A slow lower of his eyes towards the zipper he pulls down with stare would surely be enough of a hint with where his mind had gone. “I’ve been told that I’ve become the father of Seoul. My more behaved children enjoy telling me their secrets and the secrets of others, so there may have been a chance that I was tipped off. Who knows? That could be one theory while the other would be– that I knew you were going to try because I watch you just as much as you watch me. Isn’t that fun?”

ian’s not surprised, and his gaze follows jun’s fingers easily. the smile stays in place on his face, and he rather likes the caustic attitude the leader never fails to show. “the father of seoul, huh? i’m not surprised you manage to keep such a tight grip on the city’s underlings around here.” he hums a noncommittal sound, leaning back against the heavy wooden desk situated behind him. the lights of seoul’s nightlife dance around his back, but his attention is on the man in front of him that’s offering him something he can’t seem to ever refuse. “watching you for the sake of you watching me. your ideas of fun never cease to entertain me, but maybe you can entertain me a different way. what do you say, father seoul?” after all, ian was a man of simple pleasures. 

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes– they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.