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@madamtms
do you wanna play a game?
my name is kiwi; 29; she/her and this is my original character from the squid game universe, madam aka bae hee-young. a former game winner turned VIP. i am a mutual only blog.
multi-muse: @spookystm
GAME RULES AND BIO.
hello! I didn't think I'd ever make a post like this...
I'm currently out of work due to severely spraining my ankle and I live pay check to pay check. It's been a week and I haven't been able to do anything. I received a button maker last year for my birthday and I've been getting the hang of it. I recently started a Squid Games buttons series. If you want to help, check out my Etsy Shop . I'm in the process of making more squid game buttons and more fandom buttons in general!
“LET’S PLAY HIDE AND SEEK.”
AND IF YOU ARE FOUND… YOU ARE ELIMINATED.
an indie and selective squid game oc. loved and hated by kiwi. multi-verse. multi-ship.
“LET’S PLAY HIDE AND SEEK.”
AND IF YOU ARE FOUND… YOU ARE ELIMINATED.
an indie and selective squid game oc. loved and hated by kiwi. multi-verse. multi-ship.
hello. support my brand???
trashbag.
Not me wanting to make another squid games oc....
"I swear, these VIP events suck." @rosesquid
“i’ll have you know that i put quite a bit of money into hosting this. but please... continue.” is she offended? yes.
salesmn:
❛ why not purchase the players ? i like the bigger ones , could be used anywhere . holding glasses , toilet papers . or THAT big one , deok-su . he can hold the toilet paper for you . ❜
“deok-su?”
“can’t afford him.”
“Do you know what people with no money have in common with people with too much money? That living isn’t fun.”
'𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖.'
'ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ˢʰʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵉ?' ˢʰᵉ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ˢᵃᵈˡʸ.
[ #GIHN ] I’M FUCKED UP AND SO ALONE. i’m on the edge, i’ve lost control and i’m afraid i might just have to jump! / an independent, highly selective roleplay blog of SEONG GI-HUN of netflix’s SQUID GAME. loved and cherished by DOVE. previously known as umbrla. please read pin before interacting / following.
kwonyoojin:
@madamtms. ‘ why? do you want to team up with me? ’
a shrug of the shoulders as hands are shoved into jacket pockets. ‘ just thought i’d ask what your strengths are. might need it for the next game, whatever it is. ’
“i’ve survived this long, haven’t i? that should be strength enough..” hee-young was trembling in her bed, holding her knees. someone else’s blood was on her face. ever since the last game, she had been here-- not wanting to move.
umbrla:
𝟺𝟻𝟼. eyes stare up at the bottom of the bed, how thumbs twiddled with each other, cheeks coming to blow up like balloons as he’s playing with the air around him; sleep just wasn’t on the menu. it never really was… either too scared of betrayal or he’s just not tired, yet. the voice startles him, however, it felt tiny and unreal. like everything here.
“ i’m… i’m not hungry. ” or perhaps he just doesn’t trust the kindness of someone offering him an egg in these trying times. “ let someone else have it. i’m fine, i promise. ” and its spoken with a smile.
her feet dangled for a moment, like a kid that was still growing into their legs ;; unable to touch the ground. “oh?” a small pout left her before she slowly slid off, landing almost awkwardly. she could have used the stairs but-- she knelt down beside him, the pout now graced across her soft features. “but i don’t like anyone else.” she admitted-- rather brashly. “it’s fine-- really. you need all the strength.” so you can win and i win my bets. “i’m used to not eating. i’ve been homeless for years.” it was kinda the truth-- just different time frames. Now she lived in a lavish suite at the top of her hotel.
@kcshaku \ \ CONTINUED.
he had saved her. many times. even though-- he didn’t need to. but how could he know that? when he saved her during the riot ; ; did he see the fear across her face in the dark? the light twinkling in her eyes- so close to being snuffed out by a brute’s hands around her neck? it would be a time where she really died.... the veil of her identity not able to fall and expose everything. those rich fuckers would enjoy that.
but even she knew not the games they would play. the games were different this round. no hide and seek. no tag. so when she paired up with her savior, she had to end the ruse. for she was given a hint of the next game; she wouldn’t survive it truly. so she purposely lost all her marbles. it was a sting to her pride. and when she gave a saddened smile to him before running down the makeshift alleyways-- a gunshot was heard. but the bullet went past her head. they couldn’t kill her.
and here she sat, washed of dirt and sweat- pampered to perfection. smelling of a subtle flowered perfume, expensive gems adorning her person. lips painted with a cherry red, a gentle smile plastered across her face. she took the cloth, washing his face, hands, and fingers clean. so gentle. plucking the glass from his track suit. “you did well.” she wondered if he knew her voice. Or saw the bruises around her neck underneath the high lace collar.
a small hum left her as she took his other hand gently in her own. did he remember the feel of her hands? when she clutched his for safety? or felt the burn marks of the rope across them? “only four of you beat the glass bridge.... but unfortunately, only two can go to the next game.” gentle, the cloth brushed cuts from the shards across his hand. “sadly, the girl will die tonight--- i’m afraid; the glass has done what a solider would do.”
she paused when he asked who she was. a little disappointment came across her. oh how she’d love to take the mask off-- to see the surprise in his face to know she was alive. maybe she could? no. there were rules, even she had to follow. or perhaps- privately; with no one but them around.. “luck has favored you today, number 8. i am madam... and you hold my interest. without it, your throat would surely be cut by the one with the glasses.”
lovesloss:
@madamtms
yuri had never been inside such a high class hotel. from the lights on the ceiling to the nails in the door, it screamed elegance. but as beautiful and distracting as it was, she had a job to do.
a brief conversation with the reception staff and one long elevator ride later, yuri finds herself at the door to a lavish office. she knocks once, twice. waits a good few minutes before the door finally opens and expression brightens, “good afternoon. I’m looking for - “ gaze flickers to the card poking out of the bouquet and then the woman across from her “ a madam. would you happen to be the madam in question?”
bae hee-young-- or the madam that she was referred to among the other vips and the staff of the games. her assistant had dropped off the present, a small smile on her lips. hearing the door open, she didn’t even look up to look upon the guest. she need not too- she knew who it was. “yes. i see you received my gift.”
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sentence starters inspired by bdylanhollis on tiktok
- “This recipe is making me cry, not the onions.”
- “I want to know who hurt this man.”
- “Are we sure this wasn’t written by a cat?”
- “That’s not food. This is a war crime.”
- “I ain’t plumpin’ my prunes in nothing, buy me dinner first.”
- “It looks like a failed grave robbery.”
- “How am I supposed to know how big your teacups are?”
- “Easy now, wouldn’t want to ruin a disaster.”
- “Why do dead people like dates so much?”
- “The slogan for this cookbook is ‘it’s digestible!’“
- “Here come the tears. Like my mom after a glass of wine.”
- “I didn’t know tuberculosis had a color scheme.”
- “On this episode of Dead White People.”
- “This is a misdemeanor.”
- “I think I’ve summoned something.”
- “What do you want me to do with this? Call the CDC!”
- “Add nut? How much?? I need nut instructions!”
- “It seems to have collapsed. Like the South.”
- “Are you still here? Dammit.”
- “I think this qualifies as a pre-existing condition. Unconstitutional!”
- “Alright, it finished a bit early. Like my ex.”
- “Do I call the police or a priest?”
- “I suppose it’s better than eating your offspring.”
- “Smells like Normandy.”
- “I should have gone to church.”
- “Lady, your cake has tomato soup in it, this is the LEAST of your worries!”
- “911, what’s your emergency? Yeah, that lady Carol is at the barbecue again.”
- “Sorry, I’m just trying to kill it.”
- “This is why we don’t perform lobotomies anymore.”
- “I bet this recipe is just all the wrong answers on a baking test.”
- “Not bad, dead people.”
- “It’s incredible. And I’m mad about it.”
- “Sir, your phone number is four digits.”
- “Divine is the kingdom.”
- “Well, I don’t have sorghum, because I don’t have a life expectancy of twelve.”
- “Sweetie, none of this is to my liking.”
- “Are you just making things up?! Who are you??”
- “I’ve never been particularly religious, but today might be the day.”
- “Have you lost the plot?!”
- “I feel like if I do this correctly, I’m going to invoke the spirit of Richard Nixon.”
- “This ain’t food, honey, this is a bioweapon.”
- “I am in utter fear.”
- “Tastes like an IHOP kitchen floor.”
- “Sweet, bitter, and meaty. Like my ex.”
- “I suppose any less, and it might gain consciousness.”
- “The seventies: sponsored by the color beige.”
- “Smells like a Palm Springs retirement home.”
- “Did you just kill my blender??”
- “Nothing makes sense anymore!”
- “Why are you good?? You have a bag of beans in you!!”
- “Honey, you can’t dilute a war crime.”
- “You know, it’s horrible now, but I hope it turns out okay. Like children.”
- “It tastes like it’s insulting me.”
- “This went downhill pretty quick.”
- “It’s like reading directions to Purgatory.”
- “THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON.”
- “Welcome to the world. It’s awful.”
- “I’m a fool, not an idiot.”
- “Thought this was a joke. Turns out I’m the joke.”
- “You can use a mixer, I just do this to feel something.”
- “Or what? I’m gonna ruin your disaster?”
- “Can a cake be tried for treason?”
- “Either chocolate fixes everything, or this is alchemy.”
- “What exactly are we trying to raise up? Hope?”
- “What is it with dead people and their obsession with this?!”
- “If I cut off my feet, do we still have to do this?”
- “I suppose I wouldn’t mind it if I was in a coal mine. But in a coal mine I’m not.”
- “Celery’s just like your parents: dirtier than you think.”
- “What have you perfected, garbage???”
- “Which is an interesting idea, because it’s awful.”
- “Well, at least you specified the appliance, here I was gonna bake this in the dishwasher.”
IU 🌟💕 || J.Estina (2021) 👜
