#h:zinger

[asyhana]

asy-sungmin replied to your post: “I kinda miss Josie,” Zinger sighed, legs propped...

Rude

/opens an eye, a scowl on her face. Where the hell have you been, m’lady?

[asyhana]

Continued from here 

@asy-minzy:

[sms: Baby] I don’t know, maybe? Sneak yourself over here anyway.

[sms: Sunflower] I’ll make my way over but if I just bust in without knocking, the fuzz were on my trail.

[asyhana]

Ink’d | Minji + Zinger (alter)

@asy-minzy

To say she was disappointed would have been quite the understatement. Zinger was never one to be patient when it came to anything outside of taking a life or something that interested her. Waiting for equipment to be smuggled into a mental health facility was not high on the list of things the psychopath found interesting; very low as a matter of fact. But once, they were in her possession, all she had to do send a little text message.

[Text: Kitten] Come to the medical wing. A nurse will meet you and bring you to me. Don’t wear a tight shirt. You’ll regret it afterwards. 

[asyhana]

I guess to him you are

Or he’s blind. Or an idiot. Or both! Who knows?

[asyhana]

Zinger, maknae was looking for you

*scratches her scalp* It’s not like I’m missing.

[asyhana]

Hitman Confessions | Seunghyun

@asy-seunghyun

She heard the grumblings. Oh, yes. The contacts Zinger had on the outside were buzzing and teeming with the news that another one of their esteemed guns for hire had been locked away. Not only were they locked away, they were locked away at the famous and highly regarded Seoul Psychiatric Institute on a plead of insanity. The psychopathic alter could cackle with the excitement she felt. Hair brushed to the side, tank top and ripped jeans on, she went out to meet the fellow double-lifer.

Being caught was one thing (even psychopaths made mistakes) but Sir Seunghyun, better known as big boy TOP, had made the world implode with his little.....idiosyncrasy.

And, of course, being the lovely lady that she was, Zinger just had to greet and welcome him. As well as have a round of the psychopath games.  

[asyhana]

“Fight Me” Zinger

asy-minzy

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble of my character fighting with/or against yours

“You know, none of this was really necessary,” the girl whined, throwing her handcuffed fists against the chest of the woman currently controlling her friend (and boyfriend’s) body.

“Oh, don’t give me that pathetic line, kitten. It’s completely necessary. Regardless of you getting Hana’s permission, not every stitch of clothing in that closet in hers, you know.” The look on Zinger’s face was playful, but the way her knees dug into the girl’s hips as she hovered over her showed she was pretty pissed. And it only made Minji’s efforts to push or hit or give her some kind of fight all the more pronounced.

“Can you just.... let me go?” 

“No,” the woman said bluntly, a smirk still on her face.

Minji was starting to tear up at this point. Out of fear, out of shamed guilt, she wasn’t sure which but she felt the tears. She was sure of that. “R-really though. You-you can... let me go! And, and I’ll go change and bring them-”

“See, no,” Zinger chastised with a click of her tongue, “no, that’s not how this works! See, what has happened here is sorta like this: my roommate, in this case Hana, says ‘Oh, yeah. You can borrow some of my clothes. I don’t mind’ But she failed to remember that there’s only one closet and we share. So, in comes the friend - that’s you -” she interjected with a finger point, “rummaging through the closet and just picking out clothes as you like. Then, I come home to find a thief - you again - wearing some of my clothes. Now that I caught the thief, I have to get my stuff back.”

Minji’s eyes widened, even though she had already guessed what was going to happen the moment Zinger had knocked her to the ground and restrained her. But it was quite a different story to actually get confirmation of the fact that a violent psychopath, who had killed people for much, much less as Jun and Hana had mentioned, would be systematically removing clothing from her body. 

“Le- le- let me go,” she panicked, legs trying to buck the woman from over top of her, fists pounding as hard as they could against her chest. 

Of course, all it did was excite the woman more as tried to subdue her movements. She made her thighs tense around the girl and her hands quickly grabbed her wrists, forcing them back toward the headboard and the make shift hook she had put in (her none apologies to the owner of the facility for the hole in the wall) to rest the link of a handcuff chain. She loved a good dance for survival, or in this case modesty, as they girl had on more than few of her garments.

“Oh, don’t be like that, kitten. I’ve got to get my stuff back. That’s all I want. My clothes. When I have them, you’re free to go.”

“B-b-b-but I’l be n-n-naked....”

“Not at all the way,” she huffed with an annoyed sigh. “Now, chill and let me get my shit back!”

[asyhana]

Catnip at its finest.

After walking around all day with he tail and ears, Josie was too far gone. She was squirming in her spot before she was hurrying down the hall. Almost there. She slipped into the room ( after using the tricks that the woman herself had taught Josie to sneak into locked rooms), happy that the roommate was gone as she hurried to lock the door back behind her. She stripped down to only her tail, her ears, and her collar. Martyne wouldnt want anything more and that alone brought a slight shudder through her. She was quick to fold her clothes up on the dresser before she was crawling onto the womans bed. She even laid down like a kitten the best she could as she waited for the woman to come back.

Barefoot and in one of Hana’s practice outfits, Zing trudged back to her room. Hana had worked herself up into a trigger haze and Zinger took care of that before it got too serious by jumping in to the dance session. She sighed, unlocking the door and half kicking it open, wanting Hana’s roommate to be around just to cause a little trouble. Not the case.

But there was a little trouble.

The door closed, standing open as it hit Zinger’s arm and she took a moment to process the very naked piece of catnip laid out on her bed like a dish. She stepped into the room, letting the door close behind her and pushing back her red locks out of her eyes for a better look.

“Now, don’t tell me you walked in here like this.... No, no. You’d have a pack of wolves at my door if you did.....”