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@sanxtucry
▶ i’m here to help you find sanctuary.
indie krp. 1x1. 18+ (sensitive content warning). ( profile // info // guidelines )
♡ for a starter! … ⟳ pls help me find some ( new/old ) rp partners! … ﹢ for a friend
hello, hello, i am not by any means new around these parts, but i have been gone for a very long time, so a boost or a follow would be much appreciated. have a wonderful day, lovelies. ( do feel free to slide into my dms for any plots you may be interested in or whatnot! )
( i know i’m on and off very often, i haven’t been feeling the best of late, but as my area is on lockdown i have a lot of time! so expect to see more of me, maybe some very old replies ( lmk if you wanna drop anything ), finishing the starters, etc. do feel free to message me if you would like to interact with silver!
on a separate note, i will not bring anything real life/events related to rp as i know it can be sensitive/triggering for many ppl ( including myself ), but i would like to open my dms and discord: jellhopuffs#4140 for anyone who just needs someone to talk to/vent to or for something to distract themselves during these times.
and from the bottom of my heart, please, please, please stay safe and healthy. ♡
-- silver mun, ven a.k.a eevee )
– sting like a bee w. ˟ ( @atarcxic ) ･ﾟ☆ // open starters
❝ oi oi, you should really be careful walking around in the middle of the night. there’s all kinds of scary things out there, ya know? ❞
(( i live-- reorganizing, be back in a few days ♡ ))
- Are you evil? - Are you good? - The answer is…
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Continuation from this post
@sanxtucry
It wasn’t uncommon that Namjoon was strolling through the streets at this ungodly hour since he just finished work and was on his way to the dorm. However, more uncommon was the unexpected meeting with a stranger who definitely didn’t know how he appeared to him. The words escaped the confines of his lips quicker than his brain could process the situation. Of course, Namjoon was someone who would help when it was necessary but somehow he didn’t have a good feeling about the scenery. The red lifeblood dripping onto the ground made him swallow his own saliva, nonetheless, he approached the other man, examining his appearance from a closer angle.
“Are… are you sure? That doesn’t look like it were just a scratch…” Once more he swallowed, unaware how to react in this kind of situation. His instincts rang the alarm on his mind but Namjoon remained in his position, watching the stranger if he would start to stumble. Carefully, he slid one hand into his shoulder bag to search for package of tissues he usually carried with himself and handed it to his counterpart. “That’s all I have with me now but I could go to a pharmacy and get a bandage for you to patch this up. Are you sure I shouldn’t call a doctor or the ambulance?”
a wry smile curls the edges of silver’s lips-- it’s times like these that he feels less and less connected with the concern that others show, with the shock, with the humanity. he’s not that far gone yet though, and though it looks slightly bad, yes, the pain is just enough to irritate him but not really hinder him all too much. “it’s...maybe a tiny bit bigger than a scratch, but it doesn’t hurt too much, promise,” he grunts out, voice gritty from slight exertion.
his posture is on edge, just shy of completely rigid-- ready to move at any given second. gratefully, fingers stretch out to accept the offered tissues, and he carefully presses it over his wounds. “nah-- no doctors or ambulance, please,” he requests. he props himself up on a nearby wall, his breath escaping in a short huff. “if you could uh, help me to the pharmacy, that would be great, kind stranger.”
i’m alive. i try to be on tonight/the next few days *insert big/sparkly eye emoji bc tumblr won’t let me post it*
ALSO if our muses haven’t interacted but you would like to, just like this post for me and a wild mun will appear in your dms. ♡
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kibum can’t read much about the other afterward, so he shifts his attention to the corridor, and then back to the exit and the other side of it. he is supposed to still attend some interviews and a live performance, but his condition will lead to a lot of gossip and headaches he’s not willing to suck up.
❝ yeah, yeah, don’t worry, won’t be calling security after all ❞ he moves his hand about, lips forming a small pout as he looks at the time on his phone. ❝ you got any plans, silver? ❞ he asks, unfazed but still swaying a bit. ❝ you need to sneak out before you are caught and i also need to go out before getting caught, do we have a deal? ❞
his head tilts in contemplation.
as if there’s anything to contemplate really-- he is a very cooperative person. he just liked to tease, be a little bit difficult, is all. but he knows when not to push it too far-- and he was finding his night much more entertaining than before. so, as usual, he easily complies with that soft, boyish smile of his and nods appeasingly.
“sounds good to me, then. and no, none that i can think of off the top of my head--” and silver can tell it’s not the time for his rambling, as his sharp ears pick up the sound of thudding footsteps from somewhere in the corridor. “mm. alright, you have a deal. i hope you’re good at bein sneaky--” he grins. “you know a quick way out then?”
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[ sms ] you know i was tryin reeeeal hard to be civil right?[ sms ] do you have to be such a fucking prick?
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“In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.” - Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
@sanxtucry sent this ask ! for ANY muse : eunhee ! ! ! 🚬 : My muse catches your muse doing late night smoking. ( accepting ! )
“ dont you dare “ the woman said as she dragged another puff from the cigarette she held between her fingers. she had enough people already telling her what a terrible habit it was. how it was ruining her. how it would make her live less … blah … blah … blah. she knew, okay ? the science papers about the matter were released for a reason and eunhee was not going to skip a single article from her favourite magazine, science daily ! “ but i still wont offer you one “
his open mouth slowly falls shut, stretching into an amused smile instead.
“you never miss a chance to stop me from bein a hyprocrite, huh?” its a humorous response lilted with a dry tone, his fingers digging into one of his inner pockets to draw out his own (nearly empty) pack of lucky strikes. “no need though, i got my own,” he says around the mentioned object that he just stuck between his lips, patting himself down before his lips curl into a sheepish smile, “i could, however, use a light. whaddya say? pretty please?”
– sting like a bee w. ˟ ( @dixnyscs ) ･ﾟ☆ // open starters
❝ mm... looks like it’s... fatal. ... pfft, i’m just kiddin. looks like it’s just a scratch, you ok?? ❞
(( rly resisting the urge here to go multimuse bc i know i can’t handle it but sof hours are open and i love lee joohoney so much bruh ))
(( update, i am thiiiiiiis close to addin a joohoney AND a jinjin som1 pls for the sake of my sanity tell me nO ))
– sting like a bee w. ˟ ( @themoonlitwitch ) ･ﾟ☆ // open starters
❝ hmm-- aches and pains troubling you? or has something annoyed you? ❞
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♠ –– ? ? ?
for some reason , minjun seems to be incredibly content and satisfied with the choice he had made this time who to choose for the small jobs they occasionally commissioned other people to do from time to time and no need to mention how many useless people he had come across who fucked it up , got killed or literally disappeared and never showed up ever again . wasn’t exactly a sunday walk through a park though , who the hell wasn’t aware of that ? the hotel casino owner surely was one of the few who payed really good but expected exactly the amount of their money to meet its standards . one leg draped over the other as he , with the same intensity gives in to the tone that other had seemed to turn into a more serious one and still do eyes scan other as if a LOOK could UNDRESS already on its own . guess … what’s hiding and how body is sculptured , wondering what it would take pretty face to give into something far darker than just pleasure . obviously all just theoretically , in his own mind . chin slightly tilted forward as he smugly smiles lightly ; “ i’m not spilling the MOST INTERESTING just yet . “ by now another cigarette has find its way to his lips , freshly lit in between his slim fingers as he pulls out a phone , for the first time do eyes break stare as he proceeds to look at the illuminated screen . without noticing do corners of lips curl downwards as he presses them into a thin line , usually a dead giveaway that something was upsetting the male , subtle expression of anger or annoyance before eventually explosive spirit would take over and deal with it .
he lays phone down between them , turning it towards other’s reaction to reveal a picture of someone who pretty much seemed a similar age as them along their twenties . arm comes up to the edge of the sofa they were sitting on for other to lightly lay cheek against loosely formed fist , knuckles against cheekbone before eyes come up again . “ you can ask for LESS than your LIFE is worth . if you wanna prove me that your price SHOULD be higher –––––––––– SHOW IT TO ME . “ . strangely for someone who does as much business as the red-head does , he does not like people disagreeing with him , denying or speaking against what he has to say and many times ( more than he can count ) has he lost temper in the process or entirely given up on people out of personal rage and by now everyone knew––––––– mangjeol minjun is a high spirited man who looses his cool far too easily if provoked . he simply shrugs raising his eyebrows in challenging manner , in the last decade pretty much NO ONE had shown anything to minjun so it has become a phrase to practically throw around whenever he was making these deals . “ you’ll deliver a package to this guy . someone will take you there and wait for you to come back right away . you need to make sure that he is the one receiving it personally , into his hands–––– don’t wait for him to open it , immediately get out of there . that should be EASY ! shouldn’t it ? “ , he is going back to the ( obviously old ) phone’s home screen to open an app that didn’t really look like it had any use at all , “ make sure to tick this box as soon as the package is out of your hands––– destroy the phone after that . “ . literally all the little app with a black background has is a big button in the middle that will tick the box and turn colour into red if tapped , closing the app before he looks back up to the other . minjun does not think that it is important to tell other anything about the content of the package or whatever the app or the phone was for––––– didn’t seem like information the other should know and for the better , at least in his own opinion . package was destined to explode if box is ticked and it is opened , explosion roughly enough to take small house down and turn it into a bricks . minjun did not really know if the other was really eventually going to agree , who he had worked before and what he had done but it is not like he cared––– money was an easy tool to bend someone to own will compared to the others . wouldn’t it be a FUNNY SURPRISE to see the look on other’s face ? if only he could !
“mm...” the noise is low and thoughtful, but more of a pretense than anything else, really, “i would hope not.” the pleasant, sweet smile returns to his face, angled slightly away from his client again-- maybe respectful, or maybe equal parts coy. “that would make you about a quarter less interesting, i would say.” hazy grey eyes slide over again, sharp and fixated on the smallest movements-- the focus of his vision sliding over the thin fingers sliding out another cigarette, the way they tap over his phone, up towards the shape of the older man’s mouth flattening into a thin, displeased line. on the contrary, his own smile stays in place, as if trying to appease. “but of course, that’s not the case.”
as suggested, his eyes dart down to the device the elder places down in front of him. and if calculation was something that could be visible through pupils alone-- silver’s irises have turned a sharp, steel grey, analyzing, assessing-- and the smile is gone now, expression blank, an empty canvas, as he etches every inch of the target’s features into his brain. he blinks once, as if turning off a switch, his stare snapping back over to the man speaking-- the words allowed through the filter of his hearing now that his focus has been redirected. that almost malicious grin, not malicious enough, too syrupy around the edges but just jagged enough in the wrinkles around his mouth-- it returns to his face. “alright mister, i’ll show you proof. ‘cause i can promise you-- i’m always very eager to please.”
silver’s expression does not waver as he patiently and intently absorbs the detail of his... task. he sits very still, unblinking, though his head cocks slightly to the side. nimble fingers delicately grabbing the old phone from the other man’s hands. he double checks the features, turns it over once for good measure. deliberately, he moves his own phone from his pocket to a hidden one inside his coat, and replaces it with the one he’d just acquired. “easy peasy,” he replies almost childishly and without hesitance, that little sparkle of adrenaline or excitement returning to his pupils-- as it always does when dealing with jobs or people he finds particularly interesting. and of course the errand boy is curious about it all, his body practically buzzing from all the ideas, vivid and graphic, that run through his head of what he could possibly be causing. though, he could just have watched too many of those crime dramas he loves, and it could be a strawberry frosted cupcake for all he knows. (of course, after working in this... industry-- he is being completely sarcastic.) however, he betrays none of his interest on his face.
“mm, alright. yes sir, got it sir.”
the student tugs his scarf back up to wrap snugly around his neck and mouth, round eyes widening just a fraction to restore that hint of youthful innocence before he departs. “alrighty then, mister. i’m ready for that package, and my guide, whenever you are.”
Jisung looked at the other with a slightly raised brow. He was being asked if he was okay, he wasn’t the one coffee all over him. It seemed mortals still held the capability of surprising him. “Yes, I’m fine.” He answered with a slight nod. “Listen, I’m in a bit of a rush but I need to make it up to you. Come by this address at three.” Jisung said as he reached into the inside pocket of his coat. He pulled out his personal business card, one he used for new clients. “Show this to receptionist, kay?” the god said before walking away. “I better see you!”
“oh--” the student blinks, “it’s okay, reall--” but every time he says anything, he halts himself to pay attention to the words leaving the stranger’s lips. and he really meant to say, ‘t’s okay, mister, no worries’ but the man in question is gone before he can even begin the sentence. so he’s left standing there, coffee stained shirt and all, the business card in his hand. he finally looks down at it, one eyebrow cocking into his hairline.
and that’s how he finds himself, with a fresh new shirt, at three pm that day (luckily with no classes), out of sheer curiosity and also lack of any other plans. as directed, he gives the card to the receptionist and waits patiently, swinging his legs and swiping on his phone mindlessly as he waits.
