THE SALESMAN

indie & sel. SALESMAN/RECRUITER from SQUID GAME

[panmaewon]

Ah... I guess I really am cut out for this .

— 판매원 . . . ind. & sel. SALESMAN of netflix's SQUID GAME . novella / literate — 18+ MDNI ( canon typical mature and triggering material will be present, minors do not interact ! ) — mun is 33 — high activity — rules under the cut

MEMES — VERSES — ANALYSIS

PERMANENT STARTER CALL

loved by , fleabag !!

GENERAL. this will not be a mutuals only blog. if you want to RP with me, don’t be afraid to simply shoot me an IM, meme prompt, or an ask to get something started! i’m open to most fandoms, and i especially love OC’s!

i’m generally a pretty busy guy as a standard rule. i am a full time parent, full time actor/model, and full time idiot. i treat RP as a hobby, and i won’t be around as often as i’d like to be, but i will always get to replies as quickly as i’m able to without distracting myself too much.

FOLLOWING. this is a fairly open versed blog -- i’m multiverse, crossover, and OC friendly of course! i thoroughly enjoy OC’s, but i’ll be more inclined to play with them if they have a bio/about page. i will not play with anime characters or cartoon characters unless they have an irl face claim-- sorry folks!

i have no passwords or secret codes or that you need to find in order to play with me, and although i can see where others are coming from, i refuse to send in passwords for anyone else’s rules. i promise you the first thing i do before following anyone is read through their rules religiously quite a few times.

THREADING. i match my partners in format and length as best i can - but in regards to length, i tend to get a little bit wild. one liners and simple chat threads are fine! but don’t be surprised if i get excited and respond with a couple of paragraphs. you are by no means expected to match my length.

unless otherwise plotted and specified, under no circumstances are you to godmode my character.

i love to continue asks as threads, but if you’d like to do so, please don’t reblog the ask! i’d prefer you start a new thread to continue it! if you don’t want to go through the effort, merely comment on the ask itself and i’ll start a new thread with that reply.

NSFW: SHIPPING + SMUT. my otp is muse/chemistry. i require chemistry in order to ship my muses with anyone, and generally that requires interaction. whether the relationship is built up within asks, memes, or threads, i still require some sort of interaction. despite this, don’t be afraid to come to me if you’d like to start our muses off with a pre-established relationship! I’m more than happy to discuss this before threading.

do not force your ship on me. i will never force a ship on you, so i require the same courtesy please. i honestly don’t mind if you message me to say that so-and-so has a crush! or ‘i ship our muses!’. potentially, if you’re feeling a connection, then i am as well. discussing it and telling me your muse has a crush is not forcing it, so don’t worry!

i’m a full ass adult, so smut is fine but i will not needlessly ERP, nor will i ERP with anyone under the age of 21. i won’t jump into it without some sort of build-up in their relationship or chemistry involved. i am perfectly fine with ERP materials, but unless it has been discussed and both parties are comfortable, i will fade to black.

NSFW: TRIGGERS. this blog will most certainly be triggering. i will tag things accordingly and use read more’s where necessary, and will always state either at the start of a post or in the tags if you should be aware of any triggering material.

the triggers on this blog may include: ↪ canon typical violence ↪ abuse as a metaphor for love ↪ murder ↪ blood ↪ gore ↪ manipulation ↪ weapons and weapon use ↪ alcohol and use ↪ drugs and use

i will tag any general triggers accordingly, as stated above, but i am not to be held responsible if you are to get triggered by either ignoring my tags or not specifying what you need tagged. i have no qualms tagging things if i’m asked to - please don’t be afraid to tell me to tag something for your own comfort, but do not come at me should you accidentally get triggered.

i have no triggers, and i like to explore dark themes, but this doesn’t mean i expressly want to only play dark themes. i’m merely open to discussing it ( please note that i will not rp incest, paedophilia, or non-con scenarios and that is not up for dispute ).

i want to address that muse =/= mun. the views and actions of my character do not reflect who i am as a person.

[panmaewon]

hi friends I think I am finally coming back soon now that work has a steady schedule for me (some ppl got sick and stuff and I have been working non stop but now things are ironed out yippee!!)

starting next week things should be pretty stream lined - for now, i offer some glitter and hearts and also a fuckin stellar OC i had a dream about this morning so go check out @gisulja cause she's gonna be badass <3

(she's glorified maintenance for the equipment/games and also a GAMES TESTER how sick is that, anyway go love on her pls)

[panmaewon]

hi i've been busy with work and remaking my demo reel - catch me auditioning for bh entertainment soon !!

anyway i'll be back on my days off this week!

[panmaewon]

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  why did you have to leave me?  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me?  ❜ ❛  i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  do you even care how much you hurt me?  ❜ ❛  i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i can forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here.  ❜ ❛  please don't go, i can't handle losing you too.  ❜ ❛  you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even care about us? about me?  ❜ ❛  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to play games with my feelings?  ❜ ❛  i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much.  ❜ ❛  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused.  ❜ ❛  why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together?  ❜ ❛  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not.  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who you are anymore.  ❜ ❛  i need you to understand how much you mean to me.  ❜ ❛  i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself.  ❜ ❛  why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were my world, and now everything is falling apart.  ❜ ❛  how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done?  ❜ ❛  i can't go through this heartache again.  ❜ ❛  why did you leave without saying goodbye?  ❜ ❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ ❛  you've always had a way of making me feel worthless.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you.  ❜ ❛  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore.  ❜ ❛  you're not the person i fell in love with anymore.  ❜ ❛  just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie.  ❜ ❛  i trusted you, and you betrayed me.  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.  ❜ ❛  i've given you everything, and it's still not enough.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to make everything about you?  ❜ ❛  why did you do it? why did you betray me like that?  ❜ ❛  i miss you ... more than words can say.  ❜ ❛  you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you.  ❜ ❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

[panmaewon]

OK i have a convention this weekend i need to prep for ( kinda highkey mad i didn't think to just suit up and be the salesman all weekend and print off a bunch of business cards, but maybe for the next convention i shall do this hmm...... ), but pls feel free to come bother me as i'll be around off and on today!! i have a STARTER CALL HERE if u want (i will try to get to some starters today before work!) and you can find my MEMES HERE if u wanna send me some! <3

[h-a-unted]

There's a subtle reaction on his pet that confirms that initial distraction. It doesn't make things any better in his head, his grip is tight on the chain, ready to strike. Yet, it is the way his dog performs that ultimately entertains his owner. There was a reason it was him who was Inho's pet, after all...

Look at him go, turning himself into a domestic pet rather than the prey he had been trying to hunt. He has to calm his hunger for the hunt to listen in, despite having a tightened grip on the illusion of a chain. Patience, there is still time before sundown. For a moment, it seems like he is loosening his grip... Only, he yanks the chain a little bit further, oh, he can't help himself. Though the man is doing so well, the initial blunder still needs to be paid. "Is that your final answer? You use... lies to protect yourself from me, of all people?"

Inho nods in acknowledgment, as if this was the universal truth he had found, the one they'd both abide by. His dog had lied, therefore his sentence should be bigger. Forget the arrival of sundown, he should be bearing his fangs already... But he doesn't, not for a lack of desire, but because the man's tactics work on him. He does his little tricks – he seems so small, so defenseless, so adoring – and Inho is... bewitched. The words he says are sugary sweet, and Inho has a predilection for that taste when it comes to him.

"Comfortable? Are you certain? Very well, then..." He'll let it slide, yes. His little distraction will be promptly ignored, for the moment. The chain is pulled one more time, but the intentions are different. He does not want simple words. If he is to be toppled down, he'll want actions to be the ones shooting him down from the skies. His head lifts, like that of a deity eyeing his favorite mortal.

"Prove it. Come, lay your head on my lap now. And say it once more: 'it won't happen again'."

[panmaewon]

That chain dangles precariously between them. Were the Salesman to squint, unfocus his eyes, and stare at the dead air between them, maybe he could see the slack tightening of the metaphorical cold metal with each tense moment that passes them by. He has made a mistake; he is a nervous dog, tail tucked, ears folded back, chin dipped down just enough to cover his throat should the predator across from him decide to lunge and sink his fangs in.

There is a thrill to this notion. Were it any other man, the Salesman would not put up the manipulative, self-preserving front he is now. He would bark and snarl and snap and bite with sarcasm and seemingly insignificant quips that a person will think back on for years to come ... if they live for years after their initial meeting. And he has done this before with his Master, of course - he has quipped back in jest, nipped like a puppy in play. His Master is in no mood to play today, evidently, so the submission is his tactic for now.

It seems to be working; despite the comment about lies.

Tactic: submission.

He releases an airy noise from the back of his throat to really add fuel to this fire; not quite a whimper, but a whispered whine. The air exhaled through his nose in a manner that whistles a sound off his palate. The man's shake of his head contradicts the nod his Master offers in confidence; it has been decided that this is the truth. The Salesman can only adjust himself, one leg bouncing with false nerves and one hand lifting for him to bite at the tip of his thumb. On the outside, he appears all sorts of troubled and anxious.

Inside, he feels nothing but the warmth of calm. Maybe a bit of thrill sparks in his belly the moment his Master calls him forth in what appears to be an idea of forgiveness. The way In-ho lifts his nose to him, the superiority in his movements, has the Salesman swallowing thickly. This action is an honest one. " Yes, Sir. "

Time is of the essence, so they say. The man wastes no time in shifting from his seat to stand, taking one or two short strides to close the distance between them - and with no hint of hesitation, he sinks to his knees before the other silently. Another thick swallow, this one more out of curiosity and building excitement. He knows how to work others over, and although he is caught out on occasion, he does like to see how far he can take things in regards to getting his way. His way this time is simply to avoid any serious punishments.

Tactic: attraction.

His eyes drag up In-ho's figure lazily, finally settling on his face after taking it all in. Purposefully, the moment their eyes connect, he offers a microexpression; flashing. The normally subconscious action of lifting both eyebrows. It is the body's reaction to essentially taking a snapshot of what is found attractive so the mind can conjure it up later to think about. A flurry of emotions flick across his features momentarily before he drops his head, cheek resting on his Master's thigh, nearer his knee, with an audible exhale - it sounds contented.

He rests for a moment, eyes shut, before he's shifting and adjusting so his chin is rested on the other's knee, eyes up and wide and adoring. He looks all sorts of pathetic. It's exactly the air he's trying to present. " It will never happen again, Sir. "

Pause.

" It will never happen again. "

[panmaewon]

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜ — { x } @amhaengeosa

Zero hesitation — his palm is on Seong Gi-hun's face the second he fails at flipping the ddakji tile. As much as it burns the players, pain in their features often and red welts on their faces later on, should they continually fail, the Recruiter is not above feeling the sting as well. The sensation travels up his palm, through his wrist and settles, nestling, curling up into the sinew and tissue of his forearm. He would need a sauna later. Maybe a massage — ooh, a massage ... now that sounds fantastic right about now. His shoulder is sore, no matter how many years and how many faces he slaps, he's still pleased that this job has not entirely numbed him yet.

He's beginning to think he will never tire nor bore of this job. He is the face of the Games. He is the only face the players will see, and he prays every day that the Winners remember it. Remember him.

The Salesman watches carefully as the other bends to retrieve the tile, a small, lop-sided smirk curving one side of his maw. He's a happy hound today. This one shows promise. He wasn't pretending to be some undisturbed, macho man. He wasn't feigning confidence. He was determined, sure, but not overly so. Stubborn... stubbornness was exactly what this was, but the Salesman could appreciate that.

A breath of a laugh, airy and light, before he's motioning with his hand lazily toward the tile on the ground. " Of course, Sir. As many rounds as you like — or... as many rounds as your face can handle. "

Gaze shifts from the tile on the floor to the other man's face, eyes flicking over every inch of blooming red, stubble, and paleness. They shift to his hair, noting the fine tinsel silver scattered throughout, only seen when caught in the light. His head tilts. He takes in the other's figure lazily, gaze flitting over the breadth of shoulders and tapered waist, down to dirty shoes and back up again to catch his eyes. A tight-lipped smile is offered before he takes half a step back, hands clasped in front of him at the waist. " Go on. I know you can do it. "

[panmaewon]

❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰. ― ACCEPTING !

Shaking his hand out with an airy chuckle, the Recruiter merely tilts his head to the words hurled his way. He has heard far worse - he has heard all sorts of things over the years; some he could repeat in present company, and some he would never repeat even to himself in the mirror. Although many of these insults and complaints are probably true, the man merely 'returns to sender' with a lop-sided smile.

Charming. Innocent. An air of professionalism and maybe a sprinkle of excitement and whimsy.

" And you have one of the stronger jaw lines I've hit. " A pause, and his eyes shift to the ddakji tile, one brow quirked curiously before his gaze drags up the other's figure lazily. It's a tactic - one he uses often. He's sizing the other up, but not in any malicious manner, no, that would be far too obvious. There's a shroud of curiosity in his gaze, and no matter how many times it has been said that curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction always brought it back.

He has seen all kinds, but he always finds the individuals with a starker aesthetic more exciting. As far as aesthetics go, he has always found himself rather boring. Although he would be the first to admit he looks damn good in a suit and tie, there are times like this when he considers his options. Could he dye his hair in bright pastels and still be taken seriously by his Master? Could he paint his nails, and go out of his way to wear some makeup as well after his skincare routines? Could he wear brighter clothes and not stick out? No. He should remain anonymous and blend with the crowds.

Another breath of a chuckle: " Go on. Pick it up. I have a good feeling about this next throw, Sir. "

[dilfgifs]

Gong Yoo as Ki-hong A Man and A Woman 남과 여 2016, dir. Lee Yoon-ki

[panmaewon]

[panmaewon]

they were right when they said even a fool can learn hangul in hours, because i may not know wtf is going on yet, but i can recognize the characters now !!! my goal is to be comfortably fluent enough by april 2026 so i can go on vacation in SK - i'll be back after my lessons today so Salesman can bother everyone !!!

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

❛  it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change.  ❜ ❛  that's it? it was all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ ❛  you're gonna pay for what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ❛  believe me, you weren't my first choice either.  ❜ ❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ ❛  do you think we're gonna survive this?  ❜ ❛  what's your problem?!  ❜ ❛  will you please slow down a little?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you would do something like that.  ❜ ❛  did it mean anything to you?  ❜ ❛  i'm never gonna be good enough for you.  ❜ ❛  we were just fooling ourselves this whole time.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to argue with you anymore.  ❜ ❛  fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now?  ❜ ❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ ❛  this must be like the first time you were nice to me.  ❜ ❛  out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you?  ❜ ❛  do you want to go on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today.  ❜ ❛  were you ever planning on telling me about all of this?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had another choice.  ❜ ❛  don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well.  ❜ ❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ ❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜ ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜ ❛  alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  i wish we had more time together.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ ❛  where are you taking me?  ❜ ❛  trust me, this is the last thing i want to do.  ❜ ❛  i need more time to think about what i want.  ❜ ❛  why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess.  ❜ ❛  i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick.  ❜ ❛  help me! please!  ❜

[h-a-unted]

It's unusual for his voice to be met by his echo as opposed to a bark. Hell, not even a whine was heard, this time. Absent-mindedly had he pulled on that metaphorical chain, called upon his hound to do his bidding... He is brought back to reality when his words are ignored. They fall mercilessly on the ground, they clatter, all in his head. It rings in an uneven tone that screams to him that something is wrong. His head slowly turns to the dormant storm near him and, what he finds, is a distracted hurricane.

That simply won't do.

In-ho was annoyed at the thought of having to repeat himself— No, it annoyed him that the other hadn't listened in the first place. Were his words as meaningless as those his pet heard on the streets? Had he forgotten his manners? Or was it that the frontman had been too lenient? Must he tighten the leash further? The smile the man bears is greeted by a scowl – an automatic reaction to another. His head leans back and to the side, his voice bubbles like an omen.

"You think it fair for me to repeat myself when you did not deem my words important, initially?" In-ho pauses, there's much to correct, he knows... But, maybe the tranquility of the moment makes him soft. Maybe a pesky, lingering effect of his old self, or a meticulous need to bid his time analyzing – or both. He needs to set the stage first, or else how is he going to make a clear statement?

"What's on your mind? What's so entertaining that it distracted you from me?" His eyes travel all the way over to the man's, sharp, cold. He wants a good answer – a proper one. He gives no treats to bad dogs, so he waits, with the eyes of a hunter.

[panmaewon]

He can feel the annoyance rolling off of his Master in crashing waves. The slow turn of the other's head toward him that can be noted from his peripherals is the first indicator, followed swiftly by a scowl that can be felt; a chill to the bone. The Salesman's body twitches once, a short shiver in a manner that suggests he had just caught that sudden chill in the air — his body's automatic response to the cold. Perhaps it is the cold metal of the invisible chain hung about his neck that he feels as the slack tightens, sharp eyes settled on him with expectation.

He hates that feeling. It sets off a turmoil of varying emotions in rapid succession. His smile doesn't falter, but his upper lip ticks once — the silent snarl of a flighty and nervous dog. His calm demeanour remains. Sit still. Don't move. Perhaps this hunter sat across has prey drive, and if I move too quickly, he'll pounce. What are the odds that he sinks his teeth in before sundown?

He glances at his watch to check the time, how long he has before sundown, before settling his eyes back on the man across the way.

After a silent beat, he violently throws his head down in an apologetic bow; to protect his throat. It lasts a couple of beats before he meets In-ho's eyes once more, smile wiped and an attempt at obedience in his expression. Despite his obedience, he deems his thoughts far too unimportant, and far too scattered to be uttered into existence. What should he say? He was thinking about that cat video he saw that morning that made him choke on his iced Americano with laughter? The odds that he can beat his record on how many people he can successfully recruit in one day? The odds that he can make it through the day without screaming?

His mouth falls open, and he tries to speak, but nothing is as important as his Master's commands.

"Nothing I could ever be thinking of is as important as you, Sir." He placates, shifting in his seat — a manipulative, crafted attempt at making himself appear smaller, lesser. "Forgive me. I suppose I was lost in my own head. I don't often do that around others." Another tactic: "I must be comfortable here." With you, he means. "It will not happen again."

[stupidstupidratcreatures]

i just spoke to god and they told me that it isn't okay to do anything

[the-zebra-dragon]

[jokeboy-deactivated20260221]

I have decided to be a freak forever