#monarchkiing

[feardrawn]

        ❛          careful  now  .  your  insolence  is  starting  to  show          ❜

@monarchkiing​  ❤ ‘d for a one liner !

[spoiledsovls]

@monarchkiing​.

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he wanted minjin to take his words with a grain of salt - no harm intended even with the gruff tone of his voice. alcohol. he takes a whiff of it, understanding why he was more cold than usual. it’s only been a few months since they’ve established the stage of acquaintances to friends (unexpected -- coming from someone who used to be his arch nemesis.) shaking his head before scoffing. “i mean it, but i guess you don’t wanna listen to me. right. you never do, maybe i should stop drilling into that thick skull of yours since you never give me a chance.” it was only half true - minjin listened to his music and gives his critiques, so in a way he has been listening to him even if it was only through his produced music. “props to you for dumping words of comfort in the trash. i really do applaud you.” there’s a pinch of regret in gunwoo’s words, wishing that they had started off with better impressions of each other, but he doesn’t push him farther than he needs to. with a salute, he turns his cheek. “see you on the other side.” he mumbles.

[nobilitylost]

@monarchkiing | halloween starter call | kitae & donovan

Plot:  Set a few hours before the Purge lockdown commences, Kitae meets you muse at a convenience store. He bends over to hand you your dropped wallet, leading him to accidentally touch your muse. He sees flashes of what’s to come, and knows your muse won’t survive the night without him intervening. But can he convince you, a perfect stranger, to come with him on a night when people are free to kill indiscriminately.

This day always made him nervous. It wasn’t like his life was safe the other 364 days of the year, but this one particular night made it a thousand times worse. Anyone his bosses pissed off had open license to come track them (or him) down, which led to many, many arguments about where Kitae should spend the next twenty-four hours. They wanted to lock him away to keep him safe, deeming him too valuable to chance leaving out on his own. So there he was, picking up a few last minute snacks before heading to the underground bunker his employer had prepared.

The dropped wallet caught his attention, had him bending over to pick it up and return it to its owner. Apparently, the owner had the same idea, because fingers brushed together for a split second before Kitae let go and froze in his position. Blood. So much blood. It stained concrete, clothes, skin… Just a flash, one quick second, but it was enough to tell him everything he needed to know.

This man, this perfect stranger he’d been about to do a good deed for, was going to die tonight.

Fuck.

It wasn’t his business. He should just keep walking, pretend he didn’t see anything, pretend he didn’t know what was going to happen. If he said anything, this man was going to think him insane, maybe even call the cops, which would keep him from getting to where he needed to go. His bosses would tell him to walk away, and yet…

“You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. I just need you to trust me, okay? Just for a second. You need to get somewhere safe. Now. I…you need to be off the streets, away from the sidewalks. Find a safe place, and stay there. I saw…Fuck. You’re going to die if you stay out here.”

[oncebattled]

↳ incoming @monarchkiing​ gets a starter ! featuring:

                                       identifications were one of jaechan's least favorite parts with the deal he and his twin made for slipping away. the many prices made for just a little peace and security. but he knew everything in life had a stipulation to it and for the most part he paid his without fuss. this time, though, he couldn't help the frustration. they had been locked away for DAYS and he needed air before he lost it.    ❝ it's just a walk! ❞     jaechan tried again, going over to the guy assigned to his case. handler? guard? something. he had kind of zoned out when the one in charge started explaining the finer details. he didn't really need to know and only asked when he could return to his actual life. there were so many deadlines and projects he involved himself in and wanted to keep up with them. falling behind chilled him right to the bone.    ❝ i'm sure you can protect us just fine from the small dogs we might encounter and the blowing flowers. ❞     did he mention his frustration? he probably should have used more honey here but he lost his full range sweetness hours ago.    ❝ i know you have to be tired of being in here. twenty minutes. we could even get some ice cream! this is the perfect time for ice cream and sprinkles. ❞    

[deadthlly]

@monarchkiing​ warranted  :   ❛ 𝚖̲𝚢̲ ̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲ ̲ ̲𝚙̲𝚞̲𝚕̲𝚕̲𝚜̲ ̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚝̲ ̲ ̲𝚊̲ ̲ ̲𝚐̲𝚞̲𝚗̲ ̲ ̲𝚘̲𝚗̲ ̲ ̲𝚢̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚛̲ ̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲,̲ ̲  ̲𝚢̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚛̲ ̲ ̲𝚖̲𝚞̲𝚜̲𝚎̲ ̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚛̲𝚒̲𝚎̲𝚜̲ ̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚘̲ ̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚊̲𝚕̲𝚔̲ ̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚖̲ ̲ ̲𝚒̲𝚗̲𝚝̲𝚘̲ ̲ ̲𝚙̲𝚞̲𝚝̲𝚝̲𝚒̲𝚗̲𝚐̲ ̲ ̲𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲ ̲ ̲𝚐̲𝚞̲𝚗̲ ̲ ̲𝚍̲𝚘̲𝚠̲𝚗̲.̲

𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄       ,       the adrenaline kicking in almost instantly once the gun is pointed in his direction. taking a 𝚜̲𝚑̲𝚊̲𝚔̲𝚢̲ breath       ,       he slowly lifts his hands in view to let the man with a gun know he’s going to be COOPERATIVE. he didn’t want any more of a fuss        ,       he just wanted to not die in a shitty alleyway on a saturday night.

❛      hey       ,       man       ,       is it the drugs you want      ?       ❜     huijae speaks as collectedly as he could       ,       ❛       you can have it all if you just PUT the gun down      ,       okay      ?       ❜    

[botrusanimarum]

'I want a baby' me a sucker for baby stuff! can be for anyone or if it doesn't work for our current thing! ahh

𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕕 '𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪' 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤

Ft. @monarchkiing

                         ┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄ ◌ ·𖥸· ◌ ┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄

              ･ﾟ° ☾ ༓ △   𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈. Wine had been culprit of dreameries shared onliest amongst both. Ever since that first night, an assort of closeness young woman had never entreated before came to be borne, togetherness that gave them an excuse to meet ever so often to share a glass... perchance three, of cheap broth hidden away at father’s old desk and chat about this and that. Of nothingness and everything worth mentioning from their lives. 

Tardiness of react after propose is reasonable, not only due to severity of consequence that could bring, not exclusively because logic dictates it is ludicrous to even consider having a child when no other knows of them... no other could ever know Nina had become a filial sympathizer of some heister’s creed after all, but also because it is ponder of him perhaps regarding her to be someone worth having a child with when entire of her existence she has been stigmatized as ill-suited for anything other than being someone’s domestic, that sweetens her heart. Slowly, glass is placed carefully at wooden table of the bakery’s back room, small form moving forth so arms round the other’s shoulders, warm of her cheek pressed to his neck while smile curves plump swells of her mouth in quiet response. ❛ I want it too ❜. Innermost desire of belonging with of another, of bearing fruit of an unconditional affection, of building a family of her own, is softly... timidly even, whispered to him. Feverish, wine induced or not, earnest confess meets the other’s halfway. ❛ — a little one of my own... to love and hold someone as if they were my whole world ❜. 

[feardrawn]

𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  ,  the  well  being  of  this  hunter  ---  and  yet  there  is  a  sort  of  kinsmanship  discovered  along  with  the  fight  at  hand  .  he’s  being  hunted  by  those  that  are  much  like  him  ,  in  a  way  ----  the  injury  that  brought  donovan  to  his  door  is  a  pure  testament  to  that  .  the  cambion  knows  all  too  well  what  it  feels  like  to  be  hunted  ;  to  be  sought  out  by  those  that  should  welcome  him  with  open  arms  ,  but  in  his  case  ,  when  the  demons  come  calling  they  are  seeking  to  use  him  as  a  weapon  and  the  angels  are  looking  to  destroy  the  one  thing  that  can  bring  about  their  ruination  .  he  understands  it  all  too  well  ,  and  perhaps  that  is  also  why  he  finds  himself  so  willing  and  ready  to  protect  the  hunter  turned  wolf  .  

❛        i  wouldn’t  have  offered  if  it  was  an  inconvenience  ,  besides  -  like  you  said  earlier  ,  they  won’t  find  you  here  and  if  they  do  ----   ❜    a  pause  ,  he  lingers  upon  the  words  playing  within  the  sanctuary  of  his  mind  and  they  go  unspoken  ,  but  the  tone  remains  clear  ,  if  anyone  where  to  come  and  attempt  to  deliver  harm  within  his  presence  ,  the  cambion  would  destroy  them  with  nothing  more  than  a  thought  ,  ❛        you’d  at  least  be  able  to  heal  up  properly  without  worry   ❜      he  resonates  in  fact  instead  as  a  hand  rubs  across  his  face  at  the  mention  of  the  blade  once  again,  ❛      you  won’t  go  looking  for  the  blade  alone  ,  i’ll  be  going  with  you     ❜

@monarchkiing​ // continued

[spoiledsovls]

@monarchkiing​.

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he heard the crowd’s response to his diss track towards minjin -- how words could convey the dislike of the artist. don’t get him wrong, rock wasn’t particularly a genre of his that he would delve into -- but it was the artist himself that the track was attacking. friendly competition was in nowadays, yes? gunwoo was a kind person (lyrics and songs said otherwise.) his friends would describe him as bubbly, a little clumsy and overall a nice aura to be around. when on stage, his personality takes a full 360, his friends comment about how it’s like he had a different persona. that was the point --- gun is embedded on his microphone, engraved in hanja with his last name. cheon, sky, heaven, jae - a pun, genius. then gun. bang bang, right into your ears and into your soul. there’s a smirk across his face when he runs into minjin backstage. “did you like it? wrote it just for you. i heard the crowd going wild over it. seems like they know that you’re up next too, good luck.” he hums in content, listening to the other’s rebuttal but is in shock when he gets a compliment. his jaw drops, a small “thanks.” before he sees him walk away in a quick manner to get on stage. “hey--!” he waves his hand only to chuckle at the last comment. “let’s see if you can even make it past this round, minjin.”