Don't See Red.

We all pretend to be the heroes; on the good side: but what if we're the villains; on the O T H E R ?

[oopsallwoops]

Could we see Wooper and Poliwag hanging out at the pond together? Love the art btw!!!

day 40: pond buddies

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I am alive-ish but due to work and all I generally won’t be writing here but if you want to reach out to me and we’re mutuals please text me for my Discord ID 

[manticxre]

Got bored and moved Dankyung’s girlfriend to the mumu instead 

They are tol friendly/smol grouchy energy 

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thedivinepair​:

  For  a  fleeting  moment,  August  was  utterly  readable    —      as  if  he  finally  permitted  himself  to  be.  The  smile  that  sprawled  across  his  lips  illustrated  a  vivid  picture  of  sheer  adoration  for  the  girl  in  question.  The  same  fondness  glimmered  in  his  eyes  while  he  considered  what  Inwoo  said.  Would  it  really  be  the  end  of  the  world  if  he  let  his  barricades  down  for  a  moment  ?

  “  Would  that  sane  admission  work  on  her  ? ”   his  voice  was  small  despite  the  humor  embedded  in  it.  August  shook  his  head  and  looked  down,  tapping  his  fingers  against  the  armrests.   “  We  have  one  of  those  though,  ”   he  glanced  at  Inwoo  again  with  amusement  glimmering  in  his  eyes.   “  I  think  that’s  what  he’s  supposed  to  be  —   but  that  cerberus  turns  into  a  puppy,  so  not  really  punching  above  her  weight,  is  she  ? ”

  The  conversation  naturally  shifted  and  he  was  glad  for  it.  “  Not  to  sound  too  Nietzche,  but  I’ve  read  about  gods’  death.  I’m  sorry  about  that.  I’m  sure  you’ll  make  a  great  deity  other  than  all  that  serial  killer  past  baggage  —   say,  is  Jack  a  god  because  I  saw  him  once  trample  a  plant  and  it  grew  instead  ? ”   his  voice  trailed  off  for  a  moment  as  his  attention  diverted  toward  Cheonche.

  The  topic  had  shifted  again  and  he  chuckled,   “  I  mean  if  I  have  an  unusual  relationship  with  my  chaotic  other  half,  wouldn’t  she  know  already  ?   Though  if  you  do,  I’ll  tell  her  you  decided  to  ruin  the  sanctity  of  our  place.  There’s  no  peace  though,  there  was  never  peace  in  our  home  —    ask  the  neighbors  if  you’re  unsure.  ”

  For  a  moment  he  was  quiet  before  he  began  again,   “  there  are  many  different  types  of  gods.  Some  that  belong  to  the  earth  —   like  you  ? ”

Inwoo’s smug facade cracked at the genuine condolence offered, a gesture he’d never been given growing up with his stepmother and being forgotten in his own household. “She never accepted her godhood before she left. I was too young to have known why,” he replied in a soft and clipped manner, most of the malice now exiting him at a topic he held close to his heart, “It was due to my coma that I had an opening for my god to speak to me. Strictly speaking, I am not a true god than a Sage, one who exercises their immortal will as a champion.” 

He did acknowledge Augustus’s moment of vulnerability with a sharp nod. “Being forward is always the easiest. The worst that could be said is no, but considering your inexplicable ties to each other, can you truly be free of the other?” he observed wryly, though there was no judgment or malice from someone who loved differently from most, “The way my boyfriend and I present is often met with contempt. I doubt that you and Amira would be met with that type of resistance.” 

To his suggestion, Inwoo raised a hand. “Hard to say. She seems the type to keep her deeper emotions closer to her heart. Perhaps it says something about the way she perceives love and romance, how the other party is expected to make a move first,” he offered, a surprisingly mature and astute observation from the otherwise dour man who gave little thought to such frivolity, “I can tell that there is little peace had in the place, and certainly will have less if I see this ‘Jack’ person for trampling my plants.” 

A quiet seethe escaped in a small huff from him, looking towards Augustus with a wary tilt of his head. “There are many gods, yes. I am the land spirit of agriculture and flora, so I expected to see more of my kind...but many avoid me, for good reason,” he admitted, shrugging in resignation, “Nothing I’m not already used to. Living in forests alone is something I didn’t quite expect myself to do, but apparently am now working on. I suppose the portfolio of death and oblivion is the same?” 

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CHARACTER TRIVIA GAME !

instructions: describe ten random headcanons about your muse of choice that will rarely ever have the chance to naturally come up in threads. Go wild, go random, go meta! repost, do not reblog!

Doing this for Dankyung because she’s fun!

Spoilered for eye horror lol 

Dankyung is a bona fide horse girl, and has a seeing eye horse named Gunma she rides from place to place when she needs to travel for longer distances. Some people have seeing-eye dogs and Dankyung has a shadowy horse with glowing blue eyes that glares at people. 

What’s under Dankyung’s blindfold: her eyes are empty sockets that have pinpricks of blue flames where her eyeballs should be, and the flames only appear when she’s using Gunma’s eyes to see. It’s gross, gnarly and she only lets her spouses see them because it also occasionally bleeds ichor from her previous injury. 

Despite her fire magic, Dankyung actually likes water, and is a very adept swimmer. Her parents and siblings all practised water-based cultivation, and she still has her fortitude in breathing and playing around in the water, making Ganghwa Island a great place for her to live. 

The eyelike brand on the back of her neck that goes down her back allows the fell dragon who’d displaced her from her original world to scry on her even when she’s not in her home world. She usually covers it up to avoid questions about it. 

Dankyung’s hair color (dark azure blue) is naturally occurring and often mistaken as dyed like an anime character. She never rectified it even though she could dye it black to avoid questions, not that she’s looked in the mirror for the past 20 or so years to be able to confirm. 

Dankyung’s florist shop was funded by diver women, who took care of her when she first washed up at Ganghwa Island. Her flowers are provided by her new group of mums, many of which are retired diver women curious to see what she could do with her hands. 

The lily Dankyung wears in her ear cannot be removed by conventional means. She stuck it to her right ear by magic and only she can remove it, because the scent reminds her of family and calms her despite her otherwise terrible temperament. 

Dankyung is very skilled with a sword, and frankly more of a cavalry fighter than an actual mage. She doesn’t carry her sword with her these days, but she will beat you with it if she feels threatened enough by manifesting it from shadowy gloom. 

Dankyung’s nickname “Lite” came from being one of the shortest people in her family. Even in her current relationship with her spouses, she’s still the shortest at 150cm. She can be picked up by Jangil like a rugby ball, a fact she fusses about constantly. 

Calling Dankyung her original name of “Morgan” drives her into a relentless rage and is essentially a PTSD trigger for her. Only her spouses know her original name and continue calling her Dankyung, as well as correct people who refer to her as Morgan around them.

Tagged by @bledwaves, thank you~ 

Tagging whoever wants to do this! 

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desanguined​:

          “   I  PREFER  TO  THINK  OF  THEM  AS  PARASITES.  ”  the  pale  man  interjects.   watching  with  focused  interest  the  slow  churning  movements  of  water  in  the cup.   tiny  microshifts  in  a  still  ocean.  beautifully  contained.   “   sociologically  speaking  the  weak  are  as  much  the  victims  of  such  gluttonous  need.  it  is  the  man  who  ignores  their   fellows  who  comes  to  sit  with  pride  upon  the  throne  of  bones  they  create.  ”  perhaps  it  is  sympathy  for  the  monster  then  that  drives  him  to  speak.   the  recognition  of  the  same  cruel  drives  within  himself.  within  all  who  were  like  him.   judge  &   executioner  in  a  world  whose  morality  was  still  fomenting  into  shape.

perhaps  it  did  not  matter.  the  creatures  they  became  symptoms  rather  than  causes.   it  was  all  a  matter  of  subjective  experience  in  the  end.   he  considers  the  question  given.  humming  with  soft  resonant  tones   around  another  sip  of  tea.  holding  it  to  the  roof  of  his  mouth  where  he  can  better  taste  the  aroma.  warm  &  inviting  on  the  tongue.  “  I  am  not  so  foolish  to  turn  down  the  offer  of  help  from  some  one  whose  abilities  far  outstrip  my  own.  ”  a  well  earned  compliment  from  a  mouth  unused  to  giving  them.  but  Luke  is  not  so  vain  as  to  think  himself  a  master   in  a  realm  where  things  beyond  mortal  understanding  came  to  play.   he  harbored  no  special  talens.   carried  no  control  over  any  element  beyond  that  which  could  be  grasped  by  mortal  fingers.

“  I  might  have  a  few  which  could  use  more  discreet  methods.  ”  much  as  it  pains  him  to  admit.   there  is  something  of  a  feeling   of  loss  whenever  one  of  his  creations  must  be  dismantled.  fed  into  the  earth  where  none  other  than  himself  may  ever  see  it.   but  such  was  the  price  of  artistry.   to  know  not  every  creation  will  see  the  light  of  day.   especially  in  a  society  which  did  so  little  to  appreciate  his  toils.   “  though  I  hardly  feel  it  is  worthy  of  the  use  of  your  talents.   evidence  disposal  seems  rather  banal. ”

“You flatter me,” Inwoo lowered the cup, before pulling his gloves off with an air of quiet resignation, “We tread similar paths, and to be able to do what you do with your current tools and in such precise methods...if anything, you are the one whose abilities far outstrip mine. I am but a lazy sage that cheat through using my legion to work closely with me.” 

He slowly turned his right hand, and from Cheonche’s planter, small vines had began growing and coiling around his fingers and wrist instead. Inwoo tweezed the vines, and with a thought they had turned sharp with barbed razor-sharp thorn before slipping back inside his coat, almost like a serpent coiled to strike. “You argued that we have methods to overcome what we had. My methods just involved gaining an unusually sensitive green thumb: with my left ankle so terribly inconvenient to me, improvising seems to come naturally.” A slight smirk crossed the taller, leaner man’s features. “And don’t flatter yourself so much, it looks terrible on you. We all have our strengths, and I am certain I will eventually employ yours down the line.” 

“Banal? No, on the contrary. It feeds my lovely, lovely friends, and I could not ask for more,” Inwoo placed a hand on his chest, shaking his head at the correction, “I serve the land before its people. For the land to be satisfied, that is my job well-done. The job may be menial and gives little monetary compensation, but the satisfaction of hearing my enemies become one with the trees is far more reward than the act of disposing of them.” His lips once again curled into a slight smile, pouring himself another cup of tea skilfully and refilling the other’s cup as well out of politeness. 

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@manticxre​ sent ;                 ‘   If anything you’re about to say includes the words ‘brave’, ‘courageous’, or ‘girl power’ please don’t talk.  ’    (  Eunsoo is done here  ) 

  she’s made her point. ( no encouraging platitudes ! ) tai tries to heed her words; he really does. but a defiant little voice inside of him cannot resist it;   “ … girl boss, ”  he speaks; almost whispers.  “ you’re a girl boss, Eunsoo. ”  in his defense, it was a joke, more than a confidence boost. but with a quick, supportive tap to her shoulder, he steps forward.  “ — but seriously, you got this. you don’t need a pep talk… so i won’t give you one. ”

[manticxre]

“Thank you,” Eunsoo had let her hair down, the messy mass of green-tipped black resting comfortably across her shoulders, “It’s a lot...presenting and defending my Master’s thesis, but at least I don’t have to defend it with a sword?” She adjusted her scarf nervously, giving Tai an appreciative nod. “I, um, appreciate it. There’s nothing brave about defending my need for reforming the prosecution at all costs and allowing opportunities for female prosecutors without sexism or tokenism...big words. We need more female prosecutors to make decisions, that’s what I think.” 

This assumed she had a next step after opening up more opportunities for her juniors, but that was a problem for future Eunsoo. She gave a small awkward fist pump towards Tai, a sheepish smile on her face before she picked up her bag, slowly walking towards the auditorium as her smile faded into one of stern nervousness. 

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thedivinepair​:

   Though  the  question  had  proved  to  be  remarkably  dumbfounding,  the  few  fleeting  seconds  were  sufficient  in  collecting  himself.  Like  as  if  time  slowed  down  when  he  pursued  the  needles  waltzing  on  the  clock.  

    Another  second  and  the  signature  lopsided  smirk  once  again  tugged  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  Nonetheless,  August  was  still  oh  so  glad  to  be  wearing  his  hair  down  so  they  could  cover  his  plausibly  red  ears.  

   “  Romantic  ?  ”    he  displayed  faux  consideration  with  a  dramatic  pout.   “  Sure,  why  not  add  more  spice  to  it  though  ?   What  about  a  slow-burn  romance  with  a  delectable  underlying  yet  maddening  sexual  tension  ?  Or  perhaps  even  secret  dating  ?   See  ?    I  gave  you  ideas  for  your  story. ”   Stating  things  exaggeratingly  can  often  make  them  seem  absurd  and  preposterous.  

   August  was  really  glad  his  hair  concealed  his  ears,  his  poker  face  wasn’t  perfect.

 “ That’s  quite  a  backstory,  Inwoo, serial  killer  to  godhood.  You’re  should  be  a  writer  instead.  However,  I’m  not  a  god  —   arguably.  I  don’t  know  for  sure.  What’re  the  criteria  for  godhood  these  days ?”  he  tilted  his  head.  “  Are  there  not  enough  candidates  applying ? ”   August  smirked,  after  all,  what  better  way  to  divert  than  to  offend  ?  

“It seems like an admission to me,” Inwoo managed another polite, yet deeply condescending smile, “I suppose Amira would get...better taste in men, but I guess a ~lord of hell~ would have been something she would enjoy. She did enjoy punching above her weight a lot, really. I suppose I ought to say you both are rather compatible.” 

Learning to read others’ body language was a form of survival for him, and when the other joked about his godhood, he allowed the supposed insult to roll off him: it had been a question fielded by many other concerned Sages upon his entry, something he too had no answer towards. “My mother was one, but she died young,” he replied truthfully, a quietly haughty attitude that seemed protective of his mother’s portfolio, “Naturally, as her son, I had to become chosen down the line. It was what she would’ve wanted me to do, working with the plants she so enjoyed up until her unfortunate demise.” 

He lowered his head towards Cheonche, patting the planter next to him with a slight, fond smile. “Being trapped in my mind for a year allowed me to think about myself a little bit more, and when I embraced my search for closure about her, it seemed inevitable that her influence would manifest,” he admitted, gesturing as a rose formed in his hand, “Nothing you can’t Naver, really, though I suppose with your glorious, terrible and busy schedule, asking you to search for anything would take up too much of your precious time.” 

Inwoo smiled again, a false one that seemed mostly to goad than true amusement before he returned his stare to Augustus, flourishing with the same rose to his side in a trained fencer stance towards him. “If you can’t afford to pay for my flowerpots, I would have to inform Amira about your unusual relationship with her. I am certain she would definitely enjoy hearing about it,” he added, malicious delight seeping into his voice, “Now, how much can I disturb the peace and sanctity of this place...” 

[manticxre]

desanguined​:

      “  AND   SO   DOES   THE   PRUNED  TAKE  UP  THE  SHEARS. ”  he  lifts  the  diminutive  teacup  in  mock  salute.   the  steam  which  fills  his  nostrils  pleasant.   full   of  florals.   which   the   pale   man   sips  with  careful  repose.   to   breathe   over  the  top  for  but  a  moment  in  contemplation.   wherein  minted  breath   &   heat   combine   in   flaring  nostrils.   heightening   the  experience  of  bitter  leaves  which  quench   a   beast’s  hungry  maw. 

“   so   too  will   the   wolf  always  be.   even   if  beneath  the  skin  of  a  sheep   it  lies.  ”  an  easy  recognition  of  who  they  will  always  be.  a  nod   as   pale  eyes  return   to  the  window  in  which  the  world  outside  continues  to  beat.   the  soft  tap  of  his  glass  returning.   heat  reddened  fingertips  resting  with  gentle  reprieve.   “ but  there  is  beauty  in  defiance.  to  fight  until  the  last  breath  of  life  is  taken.   to  defy  even  that  which  is  certain.   if  only  in  life  they  had  such  conviction   …   “

“The struggle, I find, makes it so much more appealing. I worked my way up from there: the weak always strain against the natural order, where the predators prowl. Most of the time, a gunshot or a few haphazard stabbings ensure they stop being so much of a problem,” Inwoo reclined on his chair, lazily saluting the pale man back with the teacup in his gloved hand - he held it aloft like a wine glass, tipping the hot liquid down his throat without even flinching, “There are too much prey in this world. They encroach on resources, resources the strong require, and that to me feels unforgivable. Sinful, even, that they are allowed to persist, to cower behind their shields, until someone else replaces them.” 

He tilted his head, already mildly distracted by the chitter of the orchids around him before returning to himself. “Having powers pertaining to the earth does help in corpse disposal though, I must say,” he continued smoothly, almost an afterthought, “The forest is thorough in breaking down human parts quickly. All you needed to do then was just to retrieve the required items from the body itself. Nobody would be none the wiser of what happened, but I have had...clients who claimed I was unable to complete my job. They understandably were also fed to the forest after everything.” Inwoo shrugged, extending both his long legs out and shutting his eyes. 

“Any difficult marks lately? I suspect you usually won’t have trouble, but it could be of worth having a partner to help you if needed,” Inwoo added on now, folding his arms. Curse Taiyang and his influence over him, making him vulnerable and open to the prospect of partnerships. 

[me-nikish]

[manticxre]

desanguined​:

            “   ORCHIDS   GIVE  NO  OTHER  OPTION.  ”   the  pale  man  says.  carefully  pouring  tea  with  a  flourish  which  spoke  to  endless  practice.   “   they  do  not  bloom  for  any  who  will  not  grant  them  thorough  dedication.  ”   the  cups  divided  he  finally  sits.   hand  familiar  unbuttoning  the  single  darkened  clasp  of  his  sport coat. “   if  only  we  could  say  the  same  of  man.  ”

the  subtle  smile  which  pulls  to  the  edge  of  thin  set  lips  holds  an  air  of  knowing.  bare  fingers  raising  his  cup  to  blow  across  the  steam.   with  a  gaze  concentrated  on  his  guest’s  expression.  “  though  if  you  give  them  too  many  ideas  they  will  surely  become  a  nuisance  even  for  one  of  our  mastery.  ”  and  whether  he  meant  the  flowers  or  man  –  he  did  not  say.

“I find that most people do things wrong. Most people think that plants are easy...simple beings that can be neglected and abused to their wills. That was when they are mistaken,” A slender finger ran around the rim of the cup, seemingly relishing the scent of the tea, “Even a cornered mouse fights back against a cat, let alone a plant with otherwise inanimate natures. It matters only when you put the figurative knife in their hand.” 

Inwoo’s gaze remained impassive, before he smiled, finding the topic at hand amusing. “Yes, yes. Such characters can be an awful nuisance, especially when you grant them enough power that they think that the roles are reversed. What I find is that throughout these cycles, prey will always be prey...even when they put on the coats of predators,” he replied, a shrug escaping him, “It makes their struggles so much more pathetic that they would rather become something they aren’t than to accept their fates quietly.” 

[manticxre]

thedivinepair​:

 The  characteristic  King  Wang  lopsided  smirk  tugged  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,   “  I’m  always  terribly  relaxed  regardless  of  how  bad  the  situation  is.  Even  if  you  tell  me  I  opened  a  portal  to  a  hell  dimension  of  blood-eating  shrimp  —     I  think  I  almost  did  that  once,  ”    he  shrugged,  nonchalantly.    

 “  Sorry  about  the  lack  of  murder  though,  if  you  want  we  can  arrange  something,  ”   he  drew  his  feet  up  onto  the  coffee  table.   “  I’m  joking  for  legal  reasons.  But  it’s  interesting  you’d  pick  murder  over  coffee.  I  didn’t  know  we  had  serial  killer  guests,  or  I  would’ve  brought  some  kind  of  entertainment  —     I’m  joking  again.  ”

 However,  the  question  thwarted  him  off  course  and  for  the  first  time  he  stared  up  at  the  stranger,  blinking  like  a  malfunctioning  bulb.  Amira’s  boyfriend  ?   “  What  ?  No  —    ”   he  sat  up  straight,  scratching  the  back  of  his  head.  Why  was  his  head  suddenly  so  itchy  ?   Was  it  a  little  warm  in  there  ?  

 “  Ew,  no  —    roommate,  bandmate,  best  friends,  two  peas  in  a  pod,  but  more  importantly,  mortal  enemies.  ”

Inwoo’s eyes followed the man’s movements, most of the man’s blustering seeming to fade into white noise. “Did Amira not fill you in on that matter? If I were an ordinary gardener, I would not still be standing here, listening to your white noise,” he replied, lowering his arms with the trained precision of a hunter, “I would prefer some entertainment, but I suspect the helpers might not enjoy the gore on the carpet afterwards. It’s a shame. We’d just have to shelve that thought for later.” 

He watched Augustus’s reactions morph through several cycles before he settled on something snarky, tilting his head to indicate he didn’t buy it. “Mortal enemies living under the same roof,” he repeated in a sickly-sweet and deeply condescending tone, “If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that was almost...romantic.” He managed a polite smile, lowering his head in a slight bow before taking a step back, adjusting Cheonche by his side when he met the man’s gaze in malicious compliance. 

“Formal introductions- my name is Seo Inwoo, but most just call me by Inwoo. I was known as the Predator Killer of Seoul before my unfortunate incarceration,” His steady gaze, eyes filled with infinite stars, seem to twinkle almost ominously at the assertion of his position, “I am the Chosen of the land spirit of agriculture, abundance and peace- Geolughanhwangso, which makes us colleagues to some degree in our godhood. There is never a boring moment weeding your garden, and to that I assume that you will be compensating for those pots outside of my paycheck?” 

[desanguined]

          🔪   ━━        @manticxre​ - inwoo [ starter call ]  

                   “    NO   ONE   CAN   SAY  we  do  not  make  the  best  out  of  what  we  are   given.  ”  the  pale  man  speaks.  an  inviting  finality  to  the  words  as  he  sets  down  the  tea.  the  small  earthenware  pot  softly  glowing  above  the  warming  plate.  “  though  I   find  I  must  officially  declare  that  you  are  allowed  nowhere  near  my  orchids.  ”

a  small  smile  pulls  tight  the  corners.  fixing  Inwoo  with  a  pale  -  eyed  stare.  “  they  are  finnicky  enough  without  learning  to  spit  seeds  at  me.  ”

[manticxre]

Inwoo shrugged noncommittedly at the response. “It’s a test, I find, but nothing a predator cannot surmount,” he admitted, patting the planter at his side before giving a nod of appreciation at the tea offered to him (at the very least the teabags were far more accepting of their fate than coffeebeans). “The orchids tell me whatever they want me to hear. Difficult ones, that they are.” 

He cast his mind out towards the orchids in the area, listening to their basic needs and grimacing slightly. “You take good care of them,” he admitted, a blunt observation as his gaze returned to Lucius before taking a sip from his tea, “I needn’t intervene unless their needs aren’t met, so you shouldn’t have to worry about them spitting seeds at you...it sure is an idea for next time, though.” It seemed that Taiyang’s influence had only encouraged mischief in the otherwise dour man, loathe as he was to admit it. 

[manticxre]

thedivinepair​:

  Stillness  settled  between  the  two  of  them,  spanning  a  few  fleeting,  yet  awkward  moments.  August  gawked  at  the  stranger,  choosing  to  nod  only  as  a  response  first.  But  then,  curiosity  sparked  within  him.

  “  Really  ? ”   he  began,  forgoing  the  deep,  baritone  husk  for  a  more  airy  sound  that  illustrated  his  piqued  interest.   “  You  don’t  look  like  a  gardener.  Honestly,  pal,  you  look  more  like  those  stylish  Disney  villains,  pretending  to  be  a  gardener.  Are  you  going  to  break  into  a  song  and  dance  about  my  imminent  demise  ?   Please  say  yes  ! ”   

  With  a  sudden  rush,  he  sat  up  straight,  patting  the  couch  next  to  him  for  the  stranger  with  a  wide  grin  adorning  that  contoured  face.   “  I  did,  I’m  so  sorry.  That  was  probably  the  commotion  you  heard.  I  actually  got  tangled  in  some  pots  and  probably  broke  one  or  two.  In  my  defense,  awkwardness  comes  with  the  height.  Can  I  make  you  some  coffee  or  whatever  you’d  prefer  as  an  apology  ? ”  he  wiggled  an  eyebrow.  It  seemed  like  such  a  nice  offer  after  all  !    

Inwoo stared, before silently squaring his shoulders. The other parts of the conversation didn’t matter than him breaking his pots, but the offer of coffee did see him raise a brow of curiosity. “You seem terribly relaxed for someone who just broke my items. They weren’t expensive, but I did need them for later,” he replied, quietly even even if the rage did roil under his skin (he was very skilled at putting on a mask like this, dealing with people he hated), “Regrettably I must pass on coffee. I just came in thinking there was someone being murdered and was going to join in on the fun.” 

He smirked, shaking his head as he took both the padded gardening gloves off with a slight flourish. “I wouldn’t be able to proceed with work anyway. Are you Amira’s...roommate?” he asked, studying him with curiosity, “Or boyfriend? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” 

[manticxre]

HEIGHT:  183cm | exactly 6ft, and generally presents himself as imposing. 

PHYSIQUE: Aggressively taller than most and towers heads and shoulders above others. Somewhat muscular with a dancer’s physique due to generally working out to keep himself fighting fit and lifting heavy ceramic pots consistently. Limps very visibly on his left leg. 

FACE SHAPE: Sharp features, very distinctive and sculpted. Would be otherwise handsome if he actually tried to smile and be friendly. 

EXPRESSIONS: Consistently scowling, if not with a quietly contemplative stare otherwise. Rarely expressive most of the time, but will blend in otherwise in social settings with all his emotions seeming almost artificial to others who knows him more than rudimentary. 

EYES: Monolidded and generally hazel-looking. On closer inspection, his eyes are dotted with a strange, starry dust over them that seem to make them glow with purple and blue light, almost like an aurora is constantly moving in his eyes. 

HAIR: Dark, black hair and wavy. He occasionally gains red stripes in them, but it only primarily appears when he uses his powers. 

HAIR STYLE: Currently grown out in a mullet that is shockingly well-kept, if not having his hair tied in a tiny ponytail when he gardens. Often puts it all into a huge sunhat when he works so as not to hinder himself. 

COMPLEXION: Pale from his time in a coma, though he’s starting to tan slightly now that he’s working outside a lot more often. Seems healthy for what it’s worth. 

BIRTHMARKS: A set of totemic brands on either of his shoulder blades that gained full definition when his mother passed away, a symbol of his god’s favor on his family. 

SCARS: A coin shaped scar on his left arm from being shot, small faded marks all over his body from physical abuse and a long surgical scar on his left ankle that extends slightly up his lower leg. 

TATTOOS: A keyhole symbol on his left wrist he got in college. 

PIERCINGS: None. He would never dignify himself to that. 

VOICE: Park Sunghoon himself, really. He speaks in a soft, deliberate and calm way, almost quietly authoritative in his own small ways. 

FASHION: Smart casual, though he’s mostly shifted in favor of comfort working with soil and plants so much of the time. Chic overalls, loose polo tees, comfortable sneakers. 

Tagged by @thedivinepair​! 

Tagging whoever wants to do this :3 

[manticxre]

bledwaves​:

   “ a name… ? so I can name myself? ”  oh, Inwoo had captured his interest with that, a brightness reaching tai’s eyes, like lightbulbs were going off in his head. he really COULD become ‘Aquaman’ ! or, His Highness, Bob of Sponge, the Third of His Name. the possibilities were ENDLESS !  … but he settles down, with a thoughtful look.  “ … I like my name. I think a name is something someone else should give you. ”  and Inwoo is the only someone else in this room, so…  “ what would you name me? ”  he asks, ending the question with the motions that Inwoo had shown him; motioning his name, a faithful following of the signs. his good hand-eye coordination would make him a fast learner.  “ … and what’s yours mean? ”

“What I would name you?” Inwoo startled, looking suddenly stiff at having this probably sacred process given to him, but when asked about his name, he made the motion again. “I broke my name up to individual characters. ‘In’ is benevolent. ‘Woo’ means titan. My name in KSL means neither though. It means “resilient flower”...because that was what my mother believed I was. She always called me her little flower, delicate and enduring in an ugly world that seemed to despise us.” He considered for a few more moments, before making the KSL sign that merged ‘sun’ and ‘fish’ together. “This is what I’d name you. It combines ‘sun’, which is what your name usually means, with ‘fish’, considering your aquatic abilities. It also means the mola-mola, the laziest fish in the world, so I suppose the double meaning does fit you quite well.” 

[manticxre]

bledwaves​:

   “ oh … well, ‘least he’s not an axe murderer… ”  tai cringes, looking away to chew the straw of his drink. he has to suppress a snort of amusement; unsure if that’s the appropriate reaction to meeting a future lover in a murder-for-hire plot.  “ that’s– some meet cute… a fun story to tell the kids, for sure… ”  but inwoo is happy ! and that’s what matters. look at him, BLUSHING! that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?  “ calm is good; calm sounds good for you ! ”  he affirms, supportive, despite some of the more unorthodox details.  “ sounds like he’s got some baggage with his family– but hey, who doesn’t ? ”  he looks up at inwoo from behind his drink; he’s sure yihyun had his reasons. . . HE HOPES. 

“We bonded over good guns,” Inwoo nodded, though he seemed rather awkward at sharing some intimate details, “His brother forgave him and they’re living together again. I wouldn’t be able to forgive him, if I were his brother, but as I said...his brother didn’t seem the brightest bulb in the shed. His sister-in-law, though.” He finished his coffee, stalking over to rifle through some expensive-looking cookies off one of the shelves. “Shrewd, cunning and all willing to kill one of her own if needed. I respected that. Current owner of Jeonju Yeonkook, only one of the finest hotels down in Yeongnam these days, though she can be rather...just. A little too just.” He pushed the biscuits towards Tai, nibbling on one carefully in the meantime and watching for a reaction.