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[antcgoniist-deactivated20260408]

ok but give me a plot where muse a is a big bad mob leader or gang leader or drug dealer or smthn like that and muse b is their significant other who wouldn’t even know how to hurt a fly and muse b is also the only person who can calm muse a down when they’re in a rage also muse a has to teach muse b how to defend themselves in case something were to ever happen to them

BONUS: what if muse a takes muse b out to dinner or smthn one night and someone tries to hurt muse b in order to hurt muse a and muse a ends up shooting someone and it’s the first time that muse b has seen that happen

[yonggukmi]

@himchanmi

[teenagecrush]

[cygnea]

Babyz Challenge: 

¼ quotes 

“There’s nothing you should give up on, just because you’ve lost your way.” - BYG

[capitalletterlyrics]

[yonggukmi]

Hey, I promise I’m still around. Been adjusting to the changes at my job....rather poorly. I’m working on one of my drafts at the moment and thinking about some other ideas, but yeah. Not dead. Hello, friends.

[yonggukmi]

@himchanmi​‌

                  He hadn’t necessarily prepared an answer, not knowing what exactly to say in the moment. The ‘of all people’ comment had been something he had said lightly — even though he did worry at times, if he was too overbearing, too annoying, just too much — but he couldn’t bring himself to even attempt to explain it. Especially not when Yongguk was sitting right there, telling him that he trusted Himchan with his life. 

                Instead, he stayed quiet for the moment, listening to Yongguk’s voice and the words he spoke..and trying to process the amount of emotion that hit him so silently in that moment, trying to find the right words that would fit how he felt about this, how he felt about him. 

                   Himchan moves carefully to sit up, a hand reaching out to place over one of Yongguk’s, fingers gently curling around his hand. “I can’t possibly be upset with you over this..and I don’t have it in me to hate you, not with how much I care about you…”

                   He squeezes Yongguk’s hand, the pad of his thumb brushing over his skin as he takes another small moment before speaking quietly again, “I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t scared about the thought of you..” Himchan tries to cover up his words wavering and getting caught with a quiet clearing of his throat,”…not coming home, or not..making it, but that’s because of how incredibly important you are to me..”

                  His free hand moves to brush the heel of his palm under his eye in a quick, somewhat subtle movement (as if it’s just a gesture of tiredness, but it’s not). 

                “I know there’s risks..and dangers every single day, but even then, nothing has ever felt as normal and safe as it does when you’re around..and I just..I trust you, completely..”   

     —⌖|| There was the slightest flinch of his shoulders, his entire body tensing briefly at Himchan’s words, at his touch. It wasn’t because he didn’t like it, didn’t want it...it was because he wanted more and he was afraid to say it. It was like Himchan didn’t understand, didn’t know just what he did to him, how he made him feel...or maybe he did? How could he not?

                He felt like an awkward boy back in high school, ashamed of the fact that he was attracted to other guys and terrified of ever letting anyone know.

                 The catch in Himchan’s voice, the tightness in his throat, the wavering tone, it was too much and too hard to ignore. Yongguk jerked his hand away from Himchan’s grasp only to turn and wrap his arms around him, abruptly pulling him close, shaking a little while he just...quietly clung to him for a moment.

                   Please don’t hate me.

                  "I just...our lives are so fucked up. I’ve done so many bad things...I hate myself so much, Himchan, I hate myself, I don’t sleep, I have nightmares all the time, I try to drink it all away.” He paused, shaking again, fingers digging in just a little to Himchan’s shoulders as he buried his face in the other man’s hair. “...but with you....I feel normal again...like things could be...okay. Not perfect, but...better. I..”

                  Why did it feel so hard to breathe? “...please don’t leave me..”

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[kiarakirai-deactivated20200605]

[rpmusings-galore]

         just because you are  b r o k e n  

     doesn’t mean that you can’t stand tall

               just because your voice  c r a c k s 

      doesn’t mean you can’t roar with a lion’s heart

                                just because you are  b e a t e n 

                              doesn’t mean you have to give up

[yonggukmi]

【 ✘ ▪▪▪ Know Your Enemy】

| @leetaeyongxmi  |

                  █ He really needed to stop going back to the station. He hadn’t even worked there in years, but he always managed to find an excuse to go back. Maybe it was the guilt of all the awful things he’d done that brought him back? The idea of being caught, the knowledge that he should be, even if when all was said and done everything he’d been doing was for the greater good...it would bring him back in, talking casually with old friends, old coworkers, people he barely remembered but he remembered their faces well enough.

                            Any one of them could try to pin one of the killings on him, and if they tried hard enough they could find evidence to link him to something or other...even if it wasn’t specifically one of his kills. That was his thought any time he walked through the doors. Maybe part of him just wanted it all to be over? But no. He always covered his tracks. Destroyed the evidence. Finding the evidence had been his job once, and knowing that made eliminating the evidence that much simpler. And really, what would they accuse him of? Killing murderers and rapists and human traffickers and helping abused, kidnapped, or otherwise traumatized individuals to escape their abusers?

                           He’d been doing the cops a favor by doing their dirty work for them. Otherwise, none of these people would have ever been brought to justice, and their victims would have remained invisible. Even as a kid, he’d never have though he’d become some kind of vigilante.

                            Still, he made excuses to drop by. As a private investigator, it made sense for him to work closely with the police from time to time, especially while working on cold cases that had resurfaced. Such was the situation today, or that was what he had told everyone, at least. Really, he was there to new forensics examiner team.

                            After all, he needed to know how sharp they were to see if he needed to up his game...

[musingsofsky]

     && I FOUND LOVE WHERE IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE:                right in front of me

( talk some sense to me. )

[yonggukmi]

【 wake me up... 】

       █ “Sometimes…it all just seems so hollow. Then the sun shines again.” At first glance, Yongguk seems unapproachable. He’s quiet with what seems to be a permanent case of “resting bitch face”, but he’s usually lost in thought. If you can get him talking, he still might not say much, but can be an interesting person with some hidden sides to himself not many would get to see because they avoid him.

             Make an enemy of him though or hurt someone he cares for, and he won’t stop hunting you until you are dead.

Civilians - While Yongguk may not be the most social person in the world (definitely not the most talkative), he’s friendly enough and isn’t the type to ignore someone unless they just come at him in an outright rude fashion. He’s quiet but he’s a good listener, and he’s willing to help out someone if they’re in a bind. Gang Members - Of course interacting with other members of the Syndicate is the easiest, rivalries and blood enemies from the other gangs are likely common if they come across him or work in similar roles; even begrudging respect or secret friendships are not impossible. Though if you deal in human trafficking or are particularly abusive toward anyone (but especially children), he won’t care how nice you are to him. He’ll just want you dead. Cops - Being a former officer and detective as well as working as a private detective as his civilian cover, Yongguk still has connections within the SPD. Though the longer you’ve been an officer the more likely he is to know you and trust you, even younger officers might have come across him at headquarters a few times. (Note: He left the force about 3-4 years ago)

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[yonggukmi]

@mixthanatos​

                  “That may be the only option, or at least the only good option right now.” Geunsuk sighs quietly, eyes closing for a moment as he raises a hand to rub at his temple, taking a moment to mull over the idea a little longer before he’s able to speak up again, “I’ve known the Madame for quite some time…so if there’s anyone I would trust to be able to help for this situation, that’s who it would be. Of course, we’ll need something to show for any of those that might work the brothel instead, but…that can be worked out later. Working this out will be first priority…” He sits up a bit, slowly moving to open one of the desk drawers, pulling out an empty folder, as well as a scrap of paper and pen to scribble a few reminders down that he attaches to the folder with a paper clip once he’s finished.

                     At least now…there’s a starting point, something he can try and work with — but there’s a lot to consider, so he can’t jump too far ahead of himself too quickly. But it’s something. 

                     The folder is placed off to the side, among a few other things he had planned on bringing home with him before he turns his attention back to Yongguk; he can’t necessarily bring himself to be very optimistic just yet, considering this was but an idea in the moment…but he could admit to being thankful.

                  “I’ll start looking into this as soon as possible. It’s worth trying and anything is better than doing nothing for any longer. So..thank you for coming in here to call me on my bullshit, and for taking the time to offer solutions. I needed the wake up call.”

       —⌖|| "It’s not the best option, but the Madame is known for working around the system. And he cares. If you approach the subject the right way...who knows? There might be a way to make it look like they’re being thrown around as sex dolls, but behind the scenes they have another purpose. I mean...”

                  He didn’t want to just keep referring to Minki, but it was true. Minki was a prime example of preferable alternatives to the, well..the obvious. Drug trafficking and sex-slave trading....Yongguk despised everyone around him for actively participating in it, but what could he do? He was in too deep, and even if he tried to leave there was no guarantee he would survive when they decided to hunt him down. Best not to insult the one guy who could keep him alive by implying he’s just got a killer hooker in his bed.

                  Minki was a good kid. Maybe a little messed up from all the shit he’d been put through, but he was smart. It stood to reason that others in a similar position would have the same kind of chance to end up in better places than on their knees for dozens of people a day, held captive in a brothel. Minki might not be completely free, but he still had freedoms. It was more than a lot of people could ask for.

                  “There’s always other options. That’s all…”

[yonggukmi]

【 —⌖|| ᴮᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸ ᴸᶦⁿᵉˢ】

[yonggukmi]

@erisxmi​

                    "It’s not a problem, I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging on something important. I know I don’t like running into dead ends, so…I’m all ears.” There’s a small, quick smile that tugs at the corner of her lips. She could admire the sentiments he offered and the way he spoke, and she had no qualms over at least seeming as if she was returning the gesture.

                    Seulgi sits quietly as he speaks, resting her forearms on the edge of the table, folding her hands together with her gaze subtly resting on the surface of the table — a way of showing she was listening, yet avoiding eye-contact for the time being. She wanted the chance to commit to memory what she could, first, before opening herself up to any information, ideas, or leads she might have to give. Whether falsely, or truthfully.

                    She looks at the envelope for a moment, before fingertips lightly rest on it, pulling it closer to her. “I would say it’s not necessarily a surprise that’s someone is preparing for a war, as it seems, given with the recent rise in tensions. Tensions that are seeming to continue to climb, even with the general public calming down after all that’s gone down in the past few months within the city.” She raises her gaze up to him, “And you’re right that the known gangs are too arrogant to leave their name off of anything…that and too protective. With all of those major shipments, that’s a lot to keep track of, and a lot to make sure isn’t lost in the process…but I wouldn’t rule anyone out just yet.”

                    The envelope is carefully opened, wanting to examine the content and take a moment to gather further thoughts before she dares to speak again. “There could also be a new face on the scene, perhaps. With all the unrest, I wouldn’t be surprised if a smaller group is trying to build and squeeze their way into the ranks to gain more power, although…it’s pretty tight as it is with the existing gangs at the top. Especially with the big guys seemingly on an extra high guard. But, I have no doubt there’s a sense of urgency to keep a hold on influences…though this is risky, and with large loads of people and an arsenal of war weapons? That sounds like a challenge and a threat in the making — one that could be used to intimidate big power holders.”

       —⌖|| "If there’s the potential of a new face in the game, they need to be stopped. I know a confrontation between the major gangs is inevitable at some point, but if someone new is clawing their way out of a ditch then we all run the risk of them taking advantage of the chaos and getting a foothold into any territory. While I’m none too thrilled at warning a supposed “enemy”, I’m also not a bastard that would just sit by and let something like this go just to see people I’m familiar with end up dead if it could be prevented. There’s a sense of respect and honor that most of the gangs don’t seem to recognize anymore that I think needs to be brought back.”

                  The entire situation was a mess, but with Kang at least he wasn’t getting the sense that she was covering for someone; they were both trained to hide their intentions, but...she was professional. It was easy to cover up their own involvement. It was harder to hide genuine concern.

                   “Think of me what you will, but I respect you, Kang-ssi. I wouldn’t have contacted you otherwise. These people, they managed to catch me while I was infiltrating their ranks. Tortured me for over a month. Left me to starve. Stupid enough to leave one guard outside the basement they’d chained me up in...one guard that is no longer breathing. Their people are organized, follow orders to the letter, but they are not fully trained for combat. And if they were? Then it was a shitty job. They react with anger, enthusiasm, but they’re clumsy in a fight. And they had no branding on them whatsoever. Whoever they are...we need to be ready for them. The higher-ups won’t see them as a threat until they’re kicking in the door, and by then it’ll be too late. For all I know, these people are already infiltrating the ranks of the known gangs to find weak spots. I’m only warning you because I’d rather not find out you were killed when I could have helped prevent it...”

[yonggukmi]

Is there anyone you want revenge on?

     —⌖|| “Revenge is a pointless thing to waste your time, energy, and life on. It just keeps anger festering inside of you. It destroys you, turns you into a completely different person...and you probably won’t like the person you see in the mirror anymore.”

                "Revenge made me feel....empty. Dirty. You get your revenge, enact justice on someone who has done nothing but hurt innocent people, and you expect it to make you feel better. It doesn’t. So no...There’s no one I want revenge on.”

[rpmusings-galore]

                           when all i saw around me was shadows

                 you were a light, almost blindingly bright in the dark

            like a lighthouse, you guided me home through the storms 

                   to safe harbor where i could find rest in your arms 

                                 finally, finally, i was  s a f e

[yonggukmi]

Himchan: Babe give me a nickname

Yongguk: Mine