tigermcth

not yet corpses. still, we rot.

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀& 𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖒 𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊.

♛ 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐜𝐭𝐡 — 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺.

carrd • headcanons • prompts •

[tigermcth]

hi i’ve been pretty sick, so alas, i’ve not been present. anyway, i’ll work my way through drafts this week and hopefully i’ll be around more often come around next week or so. xx

[lured-into-wonderland]

“I wasn’t offering you money.” – Nunnally lies. Of course, she has wanted to, but he has his pride too (and she knows that) – “But since you’ve brought it up yourself… “

“Yes, I will give it to you. If you ever asked.” – she shrugs – “After all, it’s his money. It might as well be put to some good use.”

His request makes her flinch; a cold shiver runs down her spine. He doesn’t know what he’s asking for; or perhaps he does. She hates the man. Every moment spent with her uncle, every forced smile of gratitude, is an ordeal. And yet, she can do nothing. He has no legal claim over her, she’s an adult now not like years ago, and still, somehow, he rules her life. And she knows that. Nothing is going to change that soon.

“I’ll try.” – she says at last, though she has sworn to herself to keep her head down. Keeping him occupied always means inviting trouble. But the other matter, Jong-Seok, that is different. And Nunnally can’t simply reconnect with Je-Oh so openly. But she’ll figure out the way? Flattery? That often works.

“May I…” – the question slips out before she can stop herself. Perhaps not the wisest move, and yet, she feels the temptation burning through her restraint.

“Would it be alright if I stayed… just for this night?” – she murmurs, not pleading, but close to it. Nunnally trusts that he’ll understand the quiet ache beneath the question.

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i’ll try.

⠀⠀ it wasn’t the reassurance that he wanted, but it was enough. truth was, he’d never expect her to entangle herself in the chaos of his life & had actively discouraged it, in fact. even though she was tethered to this life in some ways regardless, they still had a precarious friendship. her uncle would undoubtedly make things difficult for him if he knew. however, for je-oh, that threat was a distant shadow next to the sharper guilt of becoming a burden.

⠀⠀ he offered a muted gesture of gratitude, hands pressed together with a slight bow of his head. but just as quickly, the formality collapsed into a shrug as he retreated into a lean, hands dipping into his sweatpants pockets. ❝ i usually can handle him, but that bastard’s annoying. ❞

⠀⠀ in a life filled with burdens, jong-seok was one of the few that felt perpetually unbearable. je-oh despised playing nice—despised the demeaning performance of offering that loser even a fraction of himself. it was a draining act, & normally left a residue of bitterness for hours afterward. begrudgingly, the only person he could thank was her uncle, who discouraged jong-seok from bugging him too much.

⠀⠀ a beat of silence passes before her question comes, a soft intrusion: would it be okay if i stayed… just for tonight? je-oh shot her a sidelong look, a single brow lifting in silent response. ❝ yeah. ❞ the word was casual, but his body was already in motion; a few distracted taps of his foot, then he rocked upright in one fluid movement. ❝ come on. i’ll make us dinner. ❞

[tigermcth]

have a couple owes and then some dashboard games to participate in. which i always love to be tagged in so thank you cuties. anyway, i have a few things to tend to elsewhere, but i should have some things posted by next week. thanks for bearing w/ me xx

[perception-filter]

(petting you gently and whispering in your ear) you’re so fucked. it’s over for you

[tigermcth]

[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? // [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? // [ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🪢 ㅤㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?

the last time he broke a promise was one of the nights jong-seok invited himself over. naturally, je-oh got combative, hurling insults, until jong-seok dragged him by the hair into the living room and threw him onto the couch. under duress, je-oh quickly promised he would behave. fooled and appeased, jong-seok then poured drinks for both of them, but when offered one, je-oh snatched the glass and smashed it into the other’s forehead. by the night’s end, je-oh bore the bruises and fractured wrist of their confrontation. this was actually the the first time president koo intervened, insisting that jong-seok refrain from coming around je-oh again.

🍺 ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?

answered here

🤚 ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

answered here

[tigermcth]

[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🎱 ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

je-oh never grew up imagining much of a future for himself. his mother’s death left him in the care of a father who was already spiraling, making ambition something he never really learned to hold onto.

it’s only until he’s restrained by his father’s debt, his role reduced to that of a pawn, does he finally crave something. above all, he wants his freedom, room to make his own choices for once. && beneath that sits a loud, growing urge to flip the script. whether by gaining leverage or carving his way up the pecking order, he’ll do whatever it takes.

since most of the people from his life are gone, one way or another, he doesn’t have a clear picture of who might be in that future. but he simply desires someone, anyone, who gives a damn and sticks around when it counts.

[tigermcth]

🖐️ , 🦇 , 💼 , 🪶 , 🍻

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🖐️ ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

somewhat answered here, but. . .

slender and built of pronounced knuckles and taut strength, his hands are extremely soft from fastidious care. this smoothness extends to the backs of his hands, where a pillowy ridge of veins rises beneath the skin. && while rarely noticeable by feel alone, a faint, etched scar lies between his thumb and index finger of his left hand.

🦇 ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?

abandonment. like, he won’t talk about his mom’s death, specifically the kind of overwhelming fear he felt when it happened. also, talking about that would also reveal a sense of vulnerability, which he fears as well, therefor won’t ever talk about.

💼 ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?

a keyring with his house key and a tiny yeopjeon charm. other than that, he usually carries cigarettes, but that can depend on where he’s working, because he can usually bum them from his clients, if it’s a “house” call.

🪶 ㅤhow do they laugh ?

most often, his laughter manifests as a dismissive snicker or a dry, breathy chuckle. though, in situations where he’s feeling particularly scornful, that might shift into derisive bark— a short, harsh scoff that leaps from the back of his throat to mock whatever/whoever might be provoking him.

in rare moments, ones he finds himself genuinely amused, maybe defenseless, his laugh softens into a more guttural rumble, lifted by with a warm, melodious lilt.

🍻 ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?

honestly, he’s a happy, occasionally affectionate drunk, both dispositions that prove to be helpful in his line of work. of course, using intoxication as a means to escape his circumstance and step out of his skin seems to be a perfect recipe for disaster, yet, he never actually drinks himself into any compromised state. due to feeling inherently vulnerable all the time, as well as the harsh experience of being drugged on multiple occasions, there’s like this engrained vigilance.

[yuuwen]

ㅤ 「ㅤ 余 温ㅤ 」

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 , 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ... 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .ㅤ ❞ㅤ

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠀⠀ je-oh stood there, banana milk in hand while she gave her answer, unexpectedly earnest for what he thought was just small talk. he blinked once, the corners of his mouth twitching as if weighing whether to take her seriously or not. by the time she’d slumped across the couch with a pout, he was already half-amused, half-unsure what he had just walked into.

⠀⠀ ❝ sounds rough, ❞ he comments before taking a slow sip through the straw, a hint of intrigue curling in his chest. killing wasn’t exactly unheard of in a world tangled between human and supernatural beings, but still— killing spree had a certain ring to it. ❝ what are you then, some loose-lipped detective or something .ᐣ ❞

@xiaoue

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[tigermcth]

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shut the hell up, i can’t take it

[in-yeon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐄-𝐎𝐇'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐒𝐀𝐄-𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, first in mild confusion, then astonishment. a cup of soda... of course! how could he forget? the bubbles & slight acidity in soda water should help lift some pigments from the fabric before they set, but he has to be quick. ❝ 네, 부탁드립니다! ❞ a small ray of hope lights up the vermillion eyes as the korean man smiles & turns in place, releasing his already loosened tie in order to bow ever so slightly. ❝ 당신은 천사 같아요.. ❞

reaching for the violin case just then, he takes hold of its strap before hoisting over the broad shoulder with practiced ease, only to smile a little wider when je-oh raises & makes his way over to the bar. sae-byeok follows him like a fox in a heartbeat, the whole crowd gradually fading into one seamless background where only the two of them seem to exist & somewhere between waves of music & an occasional brush of a shoulder, he cannot help but to let own eyes wander ── trailing down full length of that slender body ── finally taking a good look at the supposed angel.

pretty, is sae-byeok's first thought. the skin on the back of his neck is smooth & pale, almost translucent, framed by tresses of black hair which shine like polished onyx underneath the fluorescent lights. then lower is his waist, delightfully slim, hourglass-shaped, his hips supple & round in all the right places as they move with a captivating rhythm of their own. sae-byeok feels his throat go dry, focused perhaps a bit too much on that specific area. with some effort he forces himself to glance higher & luckily just in time too, because they are already at the bar.

it's quite stunning how quickly sae-byeok can bring back his smile & make it appear completely natural, as if he wasn't just checking out je-oh's behind like some lecherous beast. ❝ 내가 낼게요. ❞ he reaches for the university jacket, only for the long fingers to pause right above own chest. shit. the jacket. mentally scolding himself for getting so distracted sae-byeok chuckles & quickly adds in english, ❝ ah.. one moment. ❞ in a smooth turn, he walks back over to the seats on the other end & reaches for the abandoned top, but just as he does, a sudden thump rattles the nearby door, followed a muffled groan that makes the korean man freeze in place.

he glances at it subtly, watching the old wood rattle again as someone gets brutally pummelled on the other side. his vermillion eyes sharpen at the sight but, that's about it. no sudden gestures, no visible panic. the university jacket is retrieved as per normal & from inside the wallet, all the while sae-byeok returns back to je-oh. ❝ 활기찬 밤이네, huh? ❞

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ the spark of gratitude in the stranger’s eyes was all the invitation je-oh needed. he slipped away from the table, charting a path through the clusters of patrons, until a sharp, formal bow stopped him mid-step. within the man's murmured korean, one word struck clear and bright:

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀angel.

⠀⠀the amusement it caused alone was enough to draw an unguarded smirk along je-oh’s lips. simply returning the gesture, he offered a measured nod before leading them toward the bar, where je-oh signals for a nearby bartender. ❝ 소다수 좀 주세요. ❞

⠀⠀ besides him, the stranger’s voice cut through the din, promising to pay after retrieving a forgotten jacket, which je-oh concedes without hesitation. he would’ve foot the small bill, a usually hollow gesture given the state of his wallet, but rather content in allowing the stranger to play the benefactor.

⠀⠀ slipping onto a vacant stool, je-oh tracked the other’s return to the table, keeping him in sight until a sudden commotion flared at the far end of the room. a glance revealed two men trading wild blows, fists flying in brutal arcs, the show short-lived as a few brave onlookers finally pried them apart. one was immediately hauled out the door, all flailing limbs and vulgar shouts while the other remained hunched over, clutching his stomach.

⠀⠀ the impromptu spectacle found its perfect ending as his new companion's tall frame intercepted the view. je-oh smiled at the light observation, but his reply was stolen by the bartender setting a glass of soda water into his periphery. turning, he eaching for a napkin with one hand while the other settled on the man’s waist to guide him right between parted knees ❝ 여기요. ❞ pressing the damp napkin to the other’s shirt, he dabbed at the stains with a gentle, focused touch. ❝ 어디 쪽으로 가세요 .ᐣ ❞

[tigermcth]

since you do not write enough about je-oh, it's headcanon time: what is his stance on the ' true love at first sight ' term? does je-oh find some truth in it or are his views more pessimistic / sceptical? did he ever get that kind of feeling himself at any point? give us all the juicy details ✨

⠀⠀ for je-oh, the concept of “love at first sight" is not just naive, it’s mildly entertaining trope at best and holds no weight in reality.

⠀⠀ having grown up in a world of transactions and survival, he believes something as significant as love has to be proven through observable action and loyalty. when you add in deep abandonment issues from losing his mother, and a total lack of romantic experience all together, it’s not really a surprise he disbelieves the idea of falling in love at a single glance.

⠀⠀ however, in the manwha, we can see he experiences an intense, almost obsessive attraction at first sight with seong-rok.

⠀⠀ before laying eyes on him (post murders), he constructed a fantasy around this ‘notorious killer’ who was conveniently taking out people complicit in his exploitation. he referred to this unknown force as a “god” and the “grim reaper”, seeing this figure as a divine instrument that was acting out his own deepest desires for retribution. so when he finally comes face to face with his liberator, the attraction was immediate & recklessly intense. honestly, it couldn’t even be considered love though, but about recognition of fate. like he saw his almost cemented in seong-rok's gaze.

⠀⠀ tldr: basically, je-oh will dismiss a glance, but not a grand gesture. even if it technically wasn’t meant for him lmao

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ a rerun of the thriller voice flickered against the darkness of je-oh’s bedroom. on screen, a tense scene unfolded inside a 112 call center; an operator straining to trace the location of a caller, a terrified woman trying to evade the hooded figure after her. having already seen it, he was partially inattentive to the drama, his primary focus on the dense waves of blonde hair between his fingers. it takes him some time, but he eventually parts the hair into two sections before looping strands of one over the other.

⠀⠀ ❝ your hair is so soft, ❞ he commented, voice just barely above the buzz of the tv show. ❝ but how do you deal with it .ᐣ ❞

@lured-into-wonderland

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ the hotel room nezumi brought him to was cleaner than most places je-oh had ever found himself in, but modest compared to the kind of luxury suites he’d seen flashing across subway ads and city screens. je-oh gave the place a quick glance over before moving past the hunter, stepping out of his shoes and into a pair of hotel slippers waiting by the door.

⠀⠀ ⠀❝ nice place, ❞ he remarked over his shoulder, wandering toward the deep-seated sofa. he dropped onto the fathers cushion, the plush surface dipping beneath his weight. ❝ is hunting a full time job .ᐣ ❞

@nezumivc103221

[tigermcth]

⠀⠀ stuck working the windows as punishment for his behavior, je-oh watched the night pass in slow, monotonous drift. bored and sweating, he leaned against the wall, watching faces trickle by until the rhythm finally broke, a figure among a small crowd stilled. once eyes locked onto the familiar person, a smile tugged at his lips and he raised his hand and brazenly waved at detective izumi.

@yuuwen