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this is where the rich come to dine. an independent, private and low activity portrayal of ji-yeong from netflix’s squid game, focusing on the themes of self-discovery, self-sacrifice, and fighting the eyes that watch you. 21+, trigger-heavy but all tagged. written by rory: 25, est, they/them. read my rules before interacting. #o240.
and what does your heart say? an independent, highly selective, and low-activity multimuse featuring a myriad of canon and original characters. 18+ and mutuals only. written by rory.
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i’m so sorry for not being here kjsdfkjs i took a semi-hiatus and forgot to update here but i miss my babs so like. like this or smth and maybee i’ll peek in ur memes and send u smth 👉🏻👈🏻 happy holidays to everyone<3
I had nowhere else to go, so I… never thought about what I’d do if I got the money.
STARTER CALL .
Mary Oliver, from “Blue Iris”, Devotions
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴, but there is no sun. the walls, the robotic doll, yes —————— sang-woo remembers this sand and how it ran red. he is 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽, the rest of sae-byeok’s life dry on his face, stained on his collar. knife in hand, his heart races. ( 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛? ) they are to stand, waiting for the announcement to begin. sang-woo doesn’t make a move, jaw tightening as he stares. what does he feel? 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. it seems as if he’s the only one that has any sense —————— ( 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 ) the picture so big and so grand from where his mind sits atop so many others. lips purse into a hard line, and he continues waiting, unblinking.
𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚃? coming down to hand - to - hand combat, the pressure of sinking a blade into flesh over and over. he just did it once, why not again? sae-byeok was an easy target, already on the brink of death, so she felt nothing. ( 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎? ) sang-woo is patient, but only to a certain degree. there is a quiet rage inside, but he’s thankful for that. at least there is 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 that has caught his heart, that is pumping through his veins. he hasn’t truly felt anything other than sunken indifference for a long as he can remember. this is what it is, and he smiles. will there be pleasure in this? 𝙽𝙾; he doesn’t think so, even if ending a life has become simple. it’s only an equation; take one of the numbers out and it’s much more tangible. lifting his chin and exhaling through his nose —————— he hopes for it to start soon. seconds have passed, but it feels as if his life has stretched on. he’s limber, tense. 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶.
𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽.
there isn’t any reason ji-yeong should’ve made it this far.
a part of her wishes she hadn’t. no, she thinks, not just a part. it consumes her, gaping like a wound, pulled open by the grief that sits like a lance in her side. sae-byeok had been so limp in her arms, so fragile, her own hands shadowed red as she tried to dam a life too far gone. there was an unfairness in that, like there’s an unfairness in most things. they had fought the odds of all the games they’d passed. even the marbles, where it seemed like there was only one escape, had been beaten by their own hand. sae-byeok deserved to be here more than ji-yeong ever would. she deserved to live, to see her mother, to see the dream of jeju island like she always planned.
but the teeth who had torn into her throat stands before her, her blood painting his cheek, and ji-yeong gives in to one last weakness: death has held her hands before. she offers up her palms again.
the suit feels like sandpaper against her skin. her hair clings to the back of her neck, prickled with sweat. the girl sheds the overcoat, throwing it to the ground, but the feeling doesn’t fade. the sky-- their only glance at freedom since they’d returned-- holds no respite, her nerves exposed to bleach in the hazy blue glare. somehow, both nothing and a thousand things rattle in her chest. ji-yeong’s gaze holds no light, no window into what she’s feeling; instead her lips part, huffing a short, bitter laugh before she says, “geez. you really are pathetic, mm?” her knuckles blanche as she clutches the knife, stance tipping readily, face waxy with frenzy. the countdown to this grand finale hangs oppressively over their heads. sang-woo will be ready for a fight; ji-yeong expects she’ll lose. still, there'll be great satisfaction in whatever revenge she can take.
“you’re not the first kkondae i’ve killed, y’ know. not even the first murderer. does that scare you?”
and god said, “look at your hands.” independent, highly selective and low-activity portrayal of waverly earp from scyfy’s wynonna earp. an exploration on identity, unrelenting compassion, and sprouting your own wings. 18+. both mun and muse use they/them pronouns. written by rory.
LEE YOO MI Squid Game,2021
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LEE YOO MI as Ji Yeong in Squid Game | Gganbu (2021)
for once, her father was right: hell is real, and it eats itself alive in this room.
the lights pulse without any rhythm, blinking in and out only to reveal a new scene at its feet, gorier than the one before. 315 has his hands wrapped around a woman’s throat; another player lays in a pool of his own vomit, frothing at the mouth; ji-yeong almost slips on someone else’s blood as she crouches behind a bunk, her sweaty hands sliding against the bars. it reeks of desperation, of piss and filth, screams followed by silence followed by screams again swallowing every body in the bunker.
ji-yeong’s never been a fighter. even at seventeen, the day she held two lives in her hands, she knew this to be true. she hid and ran and held her breath until she blurred into the background, always there but never a focus, just as she is now. it kept her out of trouble; it kept her alive. she’s not sure whether that makes her a survivor or a coward, but at the very least there’s this: in this game they’ve all created for themselves, lives splitting between the dark and the light, she’s certain she will win.
a woman shrieks from afar, swinging a loose piece of metal at another man’s head; he crumples to the ground just as she’s pulled backwards by her hair. death becomes an opportunity: ji-yeong weaves out from behind the mattress, spotting a corner at the far edge of the room littered with bodies. an idea hatches as she scrambles to her feet: if she coats herself in blood— if she can just get to the other side—
a man grabs the collar of another, shoving him back so they break the gap between where ji-yeong stands and where she’s heading next. to her disbelief, she recognizes them. 231 was a lackey for 101, the gangster who had started this all; the other was 456, the very last player and the first who had voted for them to go home — whatever that was — after red light, green light. she wasn’t surprised to see him back ( after all, she returned, too ), but she is surprised to see he’s somehow wandered from the pack he had clung to since the second game. being alone works better for her; for him, it pulls at his skin and exposes the soft shell of vulnerability underneath. he stands frozen in place, limbs locked in fear, head snapping in each direction in search of— what, protection? safety? the naivety of it almost makes her laugh. carnage never ended behind a closed door. there wasn’t a safe place in this whole damn world.
but it’s then another flinch of light exposes a broken bottle in the other player’s hand, glass teeth cracked in excitement, and before she can stop herself ji-yeong flings herself behind the unsuspecting man, clamping her hand over his mouth and lurching them backwards.
she doesn’t know what makes her do it, and if they both manage to make it out alive, she hopes he doesn’t ask. in the moment she can pretend it’s self-preservation. with them blocking her way, there was more of a chance that someone would come around to turn their eyes on her. but deep down, a swarm of thoughts crawl up her throat; the unfairness of that sort of death— the way the man had stooped over him even as they stood face-to-face— how the crimson bottle resembled a knife drenched in moonlight—
a memory rams against her skull, trying to break free. yeah, right, she muses, like i’m gonna let you kill me here.
ji-yeong pulls them back behind the bed, nearly tripping over her feet, shoulder slamming into steel with a gritted, “shit”. 456 expectedly thrashes in her grip, fists and fingers attempting to swat at her face. “hey,” she snaps in his ear, trying to pin his arms down with her free one in order to avoid the attention of the other man, “hey! i’m trying to save you, babo. you wanna live or not?”
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Marya Hornbacher, Waiting
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rory beloved, let me tell you something — you're so talented, you're so wonderfully lovely to talk to, and i deeply enjoy your writing. you have this muse down so amazingly, and i think that your plot ideas are so, so creative. i love everything about your blog, and ilysm! <333
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