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@metanoiacal
METANOIACAL – an indie, semi-selective blog portraying Shin Ju-hyeok from the drama Bad and Crazy (spoilers inbound, no need to know of the drama to interact). Canon divergent, slice of life with a sprinkle of the supernatural, as portrayed by Kuroki.
Heavily Crossover and OC friendly, looking for connections and affiliates.
Dividers by saradika-graphics || Rules below || 27 years old
MUSE | MEMES | OPENS
Metanoia:
(n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Su-yeol's action star. Su-yeol's hero. Su-yeol's K!
The comment about being there to actually help Su-yeol has the man scowling, his upper lip twitching in irritation at the mere idea of being anything but a help and hero to his host. The insinuation that K is a burden as opposed to a help sickens him.
Like an offended cat, K jerks back in his seat, annoyance and frustration interrupted only by the lengthy hair that falls askew into his vision. K still isn't used to Su-yeol's longer hair, no matter how many times he fronts; he tosses his head to the side a bit, shifting the hair from sight to lay against his temple. Words form and bubble up from deep within his chest - a rise of anger and a tightening of fists - so much so that his knuckles bloom white; however, the onslaught of reprimand falls flat on his tongue.
K is insecure. K has feelings: anger, love, and fear. K has a name. A face. He has his own room in their inner world, and although K isn't familiar with their disorder, he is familiar with being an individual. And this individual is scoffing now, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees with a sneer. One finger extends, pointing at the therapist in accusation. "You're lucky I don't-"
No, no. Now is not the time to be threatening the good doctor. He side-glances the camera and forces himself to calm down.
He furrows his brow, bottom lip tucked between his teeth to chew as a means of grounding himself. "You make him nervous. I'm out to protect him. You don't know Su-yeol like I do, and don't you ever claim to."
A scoff, and he leans back with arms folded across his chest. The way he presents is larger - a man-spread and mannerisms of taking up space, as though his body is larger than it actually is. Su-yeol is slight, thin and long. K is much broader, bulky, though only Su-yeol has seen it. "You don't scare me. We don't need your help. I never killed anybody."
The tone, however, wavers near the end. He isn't entirely certain that he has never killed a man. "I'm pretty sure..."
Their words clash, even their movements and eye contact are contrasting. Juhyeok hates him... In his head, that hatred circles, even as he tries to keep himself calm. He has the reins of this conversation, he tells himself, there's no need to become impatient. The patient follows the dance of the therapist, so he should keep the steps up... Raise the tempo, if he needs to, lower it to throw the other off.
"It's normal for patients to be nervous during sessions. It isn't easy to open up, I'm sure you understand that, don't you? You're always trying so hard to hide your true nature, after all." When K leans back, Juhyeok straightens himself on the seat, like a beast that refuses to give up his meal. In part, he acts upon that instinctual need to confirm that Su-yeol is his. He knows it, he knows he is, he must be... And yet he still feels this need to make K confirm it, too.
So, when he wavers, however light, it is enough for Juhyeok's starving self to feel like there is a light in between all this bothersome fog. Keep up the tempo, and make K have to ease up to it.
"Oh," he purposefully makes his face contort in something akin to worry, as if he had discovered something alarming. "Doubts... That doesn't sound good, K. You know this, right? It's probably the real reason why you're out here. You're not protecting him, you are protecting yourself. Trying to confirm or deny your suspicions. Because you know something is wrong with you. That you did do something wrong and irreparable... Deep down you know, if you don't fix this quick, he is going to pay for your errors... And you know I'm your best shot at some kind of solution."
Briefly, he pauses, eyes on the boy, not trying to find Su-yeol, but trying to feed off the potential darkness of uncertainty he is trying to summon. "You deny it, but you do need me. Isn't that right? Be honest to yourself and him, for once."
okay, I disappeared for a bit there, blame cla.ir obs.cur and now the upcoming bla.ck ops 7... gonna be slowly getting to stuff here. I recently returned to my mad scientist oc because of bla.ck ops 7. If you like toxic, unhinged lil guys, make sure to follow my boy, just make sure to check things out first, in case you don't like the content there.
This man is one my faves from The Glory 💙
I've just noticed that sunshine characters or just very positive/optimistic people in general are Juhyeok's kryptonite.
Like, please suffer, I am starving.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ( a collection of dialogue prompts originating from alice in wonderland 2010. adjust as desired. )
you have finally lost your senses.
this venture is impossible.
the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.
that kind of thinking could ruin you.
the nightmare, again?
do you think i've gone around the bend?
you're mad. bonkers, off your head.
if you get frightened, you can always wake up.
doubt they'll notice if we never arrive.
who's to say what is proper?
to me, a corset is like a codfish.
i'm sorry. i'm tired, i didn't sleep well last night.
it's always the same, ever since i can remember.
don't most people have different dreams?
there. you're beautiful.
there. you're beautiful. now, can you manage a smile?
at last. we thought you'd never arrive.
[ name ] is waiting to dance with you.
i hope you don't think i've taken advantage of your misfortunes.
do you ever tire of quadrille?
i think you'll do best to keep your visions to yourself.
i was wondering what it would be like to fly.
[ name ], meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes.
but now you've brought it up, you have to tell me.
everyone went through so much effort to keep it a secret.
i don't know if i want to marry [ name ].
shall we take a leisurely stroll through the garden, just you & me?
what an odd thing to say.
i couldn't be more interested, but you'll have to excuse me.
i think i'm going mad.
i don't know. i'm confused, i need time to think.
me? but i'm not the one who's sneaking around.
i think i ... i need a moment.
i am not convinced.
how is that for gratitude?
who are you, if i might ask?
the question is, who are you?
what do you mean by that? i ought to know who i am.
wait, this is my dream. i'm going to wake up now & you'll all disappear.
that's odd. pinching usually does the trick.
did you steal them?
it looks like you ran afoul of something with wicked claws.
well, i'd better have a look.
i'll be fine as soon as i wake up.
what do you call yourself?
all i want to do is wake up from this dream.
i was obliged to kill time until your return.
we simply must commence with the slaying & such.
all this talk of blood & slaying has put me off my tea.
what happened that day was not my fault.
you ran out on them to save your own skin.
what's wrong with you, [ name ]? you used to be the life of the party.
would you like to join us? you're late for tea!
i'm not slaying anything. i don't slay, so put it out of your mind.
wait! you can't leave me here.
you're not the same as you were before.
you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.
it's not a pretty story.
that is not foretold.
i've been told what i must do & who i must be.
i'll decide where it goes from here.
i make the path.
i've come to you, hoping you would understand what it's like.
and who is this lovely creature?
you're too soft.
the trees seem sad... have you been speaking with them?
rest now. you've done well.
is it not better to be feared than loved?
i'm frightened, [ name ]. i don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.
you're entirely bonkers. but i'll tell you a secret; all of the best people are.
that's better, you look like yourself again.
why is it you're always too small or too tall?
i don't take orders from big, clumsy, galumphing—
why haven't you mentioned this?
i believe this belongs to you.
i thought we'd settled this.
i suggest you keep a sword on hand.
it is far better to be feared than loved.
it's against my vows to harm any living creature.
here i am, still in one piece.
i would have regretted not seeing you again.
you know what tomorrow is, don't you?
still believe this is a dream, do you?
this has all come from my own mind.
i'm afraid you're just a figment of my imagination.
you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.
i'll miss you when i wake up.
you cannot live your life to please others. the choice must be yours.
when you step out to face that creature, you will step out alone.
nothing was ever accomplished with tears.
don't go. i need your help, i don't know what to do.
i can't help you if you don't even know who you are.
you're just as dim-witted as the first time you were here.
it wasn't a dream at all ... it was a memory.
the sword knows what it wants. all you have to do is hold onto it.
i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.
it is MY crown! i am the eldest!
sometimes i believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
so, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again.
you are banished. no one is to ever show you kindness.
majesty, i hope you bear me no ill will.
i do not owe you a kindness.
i'll be back again before you know it.
of course i will, how could i forget?
good lord ... are you alright?
i love you, but this is my life. i'll decide what to do with it.
i'll find something useful to do with my life.
shall we speak in my study?
perhaps you'd consider becoming an apprentice.
❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ - from @joh-eun-gae 's King :)
「 random dialogue prompts 」
Oh, he hates him. He hates K with such a passion, he can feel him the moment he surfaces. The way his body tenses up at his presence, irritation seeping in. When he speaks, Juhyeok– no, Yunho has to hold back from springing out, try to erase him.
If it wasn't for you... If only you wouldn't have been there, too.
But he keeps it to himself. Deep breaths. Right now, he is Juhyeok, the therapist. And he is taking care of K, too, for better or worse.
"Intimidation is not part of my job description, K." Though he does wish he could intimidate that side of the man out of existence. "Unlike you, I am here to actually help, not exacerbate trauma and make a killer out of my host."
He tries to push his buttons right back, only because he annoys him so... Maybe, he can get him back, somewhat. "So, tell me, why is it you're out again? Is it that you're itching to kill someone else? Will you ever be satisfied?"
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you never know for sure where your limit is, until you bump up against it. ( @hatt1tude 's ryu! )
「 the girl in the flammable skirt 」
True enough, those words spark a memory of past days. Limits can be anything, can mean anything, but much more so a finality of something. And he remembers one big finality more than the others. The end of pain, of confusion, of a tormentor.
And the start of hunger.
But he doesn't speak of it, and though he seems to almost lose himself in thought, he speaks. Controlled, unfazed, pretending as he always has.
"Should I assume you've found this limit of yours, then?" The question is more a nudge to maintain the conversation, and his thoughts, where it should be – directed at anyone but himself. "Which limit did you bump up against, if you care to share?"
— he’d have to get him those stars , there was one thing his mind never really stopped . even when he’s off-duty , even when the uniform’s off , the gun’s in the drawer and there’s no screaming or sirens or blood sometimes it drifts to old things like people he doesn’t speak to or names he doesn’t remember but can still describe their faces ,, other times it’s just noise dull and anxious noises . maybe that’s just the trade-off when you work in an underground operation built on fear and debt and slaughter and rest isn’t something your body trusts anymore he shifts the cup between his hands it’s cooled down a bit now . he drinks again he doesn’t grimace nor does he compliment it either he just drinks like it’s a punishment he earned . ‘ i’ll work on it if I can , ’ he says it with the same tone he uses when someone tells him to take it easy and it's not a promise he can't keep promises because they never work out . the corner of his mouth twitches and he lifts his gaze just slightly , not quite meeting the other man’s eyes at all ‘ contemplative ? it's just a little dissociation ... its nothing serious . ’
" serious " and works in a place that kills money hungry and innocent people while running an organ marketing scheme at the same time . . he has no idea when things can go south . and it could happen right now . ‘ listen , I'll just fix my insomnia problem and I should be fine and not go around looking like a zombie . ’ but he had no idea how to .
"You don't have to work on it by yourself." He suggests, half courtesy, but more of an attempt to get the other to open up if even a little bit. When their eyes don't really meet, Juhyeok's eyebrows raise.
"Dissociation is oftentimes a sign of something deeper affecting you. Trauma, maybe. You understand why I'd think it is quite serious." He shakes his head, shifts from the duty of a therapist to that of an ally. He'd carefully shift from one role to the other, one step forward and one back, testing whatever works best.
"Listen, I would be delighted to help you with your sleep schedule... Or maybe, with methods of relaxation. A chat with someone who will listen, perhaps. A friend... It could help you a lot, even if it might seem tedious." There's a pause, eyes innocently trying to find the other's, fabricating honesty and care.
"Does that sound like something you could handle?"
it wasn't his idea to come here . his mental issues have been buried way too deep in his head , he doubts anyone could dig them out and call him a name ─ he's charming , mirrors everything you desire , it's impossible to guess what's wrong with him . but this one has been recommended by one of the vips , last week back in the games . when the recruiter was seen getting a nosebleed during a specific game , later during a rather touchy conversation with one of the vips , he was adviced to go see this man . miss cat , soothing him , purring that it's a shame to let his mind rot when he has such a pretty face . charming woman . the recruiter had introduced himself as mister seong jaemin , repeating it a few times to remember it if he was asked about it . his conclusion about the world , the recruiter tilts his head and lowers his gaze in thought . the thought makes something unpleasant bubble in his chest . ‘ .. that i have a chance to clean it up ? trash should be taken out , otherwise it'll spoil everything . it'll make everything else stink . no ? ‘ his gaze meets the other man's , one curled knee subtly swaying left and right . he smiles . ‘ don't you like it when everything is clean and bright ? ‘
The logic of his world, the way he saw himself and others – always a master key to exploit whatever doors were beneath the surface. Ju-hyeok nods in acknowledgment, not to agree, even if his perspective was quite similar to the one the man seemed to have. A charming smile presents itself on the one called Jaemin, a sort of prison to whatever thoughts were begging to be unearthed.
Ju-hyeok seems surprised as he listens, the question redirected to him is something he doesn't miss. But this session is not about him, none of this sessions ever are. So, he speaks calmly.
"People can be quite attracted to cleanliness. It is oftentimes a sign of a clear mind, or a mind desperate to become clean." So, which one was it for Jaemin? Though he asks himself that, and the eyes studying the other man reflect such question, he doesn't voice it yet. Instead, he continues with that line of reasoning.
"You said you have a chance to clean the world up... But, why? Why does it have to be you who does the cleaning?"
༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.
caretaker.
i'll stay until you fall asleep.
you're not a burden. not to me.
you don't have to act tough with me.
let me help.
if you need to cry, i'll look the other way.
you don't have to talk.
let me handle it, just for a minute.
rest, i'll watch over you.
i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.
deep breaths.
just lean on me.
you're safe now, okay? just breathe.
i know it hurts. i'll sit here as long as it takes.
i'm not leaving until i know you're okay.
you don't need to hide.
let me take care of you this time.
shh. i'm right here.
you don't have to put on a smile for me.
i don't think less of you.
i'll be here when you wake up.
you're allowed to lean on me. that's what i'm here for.
you don't have to be okay.
scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.
your hair's a mess. let me brush it.
don't apologize.
cared for.
i'm tired, that's all.
please don't go.
i don't know what i need.
you didn't need to come.
you shouldn't have to see me like this.
i hate feeling like this.
i was trying to push through. i think i made it worse.
this is so embarrassing.
can you just... stay a little longer?
i didn't think anyone would notice...
i'm not safe in my own head right now.
why are you being so gentle with me?
i don't want you to fix me.
today's just... one of the harder days.
i didn't know i needed to hear that.
can you stay? after i fall asleep?
sorry. i didn't mean to flinch.
i don't always know what's going to help.
this is the nicest anyone’s been to me all week.
i'm sorry. i know i'm a lot.
i don't even know why i'm crying...
i think i'm broken.
you didn't have to do all this for me.
i don't want to be a burden.
i didn't think anyone would stay.
Very beginning? What was that supposed to mean? Birth? Childhood?
"I grew up with my older brother and mother in a small town in Russia." But there wasn't anything of note in that. He was expecting something more substantial, wasn't he?
"My father died in prison when I was seven. My brother and my mother raised me." His hands began to fidget, thumb rubbing his knuckles.
He had never been one to open up about his life, but even less so ever since he got tangled up in criminal dealings. There were always people waiting for even a morsel of information they could use against you. So, he never divulged. And now that he was supposed to, it was like pulling teeth.
Ju-hyeok listens intently, trying to find the tidbits of darkness that inevitably hid within the other. An older brother and a mother... but no father initially mentioned. So, quietly, he waits and he delivers.
"Your father died in prison?" He pauses a little, takes a quiet breath for a few seconds. He can't desperately ask every single question that came to his head, his digging has to take time. He needs to be patient, to ease him up to it, keep him seated and ready to answer. After all, his body language was telling him this was the right track. So, he'd try to take that track apart... Slowly.
"You were so young. That must have been hard on you... When did you discover that? Of your father being in prison and his death. Who told you?"
The Glory (2022) "Episode 7" Created by Kim Eun-sook
I made a lil sideblog for the serial killer man -> @lunevowed ...
Help, I was watching this one series to unwind and got so disappointed cause I thought they were gonna make the married serial killer actually love their partner, but they didn't and now I want a plot like that or similar to rp – the juggling of the double life, having to hide your nature from the person you love, wanting to pretend to be someone better for the person you love (and thinking that's a good thing), while they slowly start to uncover what you do... But that would entail making the OC and I already have so many blogs as is... tell me not to.
Sideblog or actual blog for this OC? 🤔
