marsheo

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is this the straight experience?

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bologna is just hot dog pancakes.

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     NOW,   WHICH SHADE DO YOU BLEED ?             [     SCARLET ?     OR RED.     ]         /         c.

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@dorogava​          ,           ❝ you look terrible. ❞

she may as well have just shot him another time.   what harm could a matching scar do to him,   other than add to his arsenal of blemishes to his skin ?   the moment the words travel to his ear evoke the muscles in it to tense,   palm of his hand whacked against his chest and balled the fabric of his shirt into a tight fist.   a gasp for air as he slumped against the wall,   as if he’d lost balance     —      like juliette was a loaded gun and her words reigned open fire through his frame.               ❝     i can’t believe those vile words just left your mouth,   how dare you ?   i’m truly,   honestly betrayed.     ❞

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also like wylan and marshall are my only 2 obsessions rn with the exception of tyler but like….. haven’t made his blog yet <\3

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it’s the way i wanna change my tags again help

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KIM ROWOON as Ha Ru Extraordinary You (2019, MBC) dir. Kim Sang-Hyub

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[          𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒗          ]

there was a momentary pause in the movement of his hand,   his eyes shifting to stare at the other for several moments.   a scoff would escape him when he playfully claimed that he’d gotten said scar by wrestling a shark of all things,   his lips pursing a moment as he brought his arm up so he could flick marshall on the tip of his nose,   as if scolding a disobedient puppy.   “   more like reckless.   ”   benedikt finally responded,   his hand returning to its original position,   but slowly trailing over to trace the scar yet again.   “   you make me worry too much.   ”   he narrowed his gaze at the other,   though there was a tenderness behind his eyes that only marshall could bring out of him.

the flick that met his nose instantly caused a grimace from the raven-haired man.   pout evident upon mars’ visage,   wrinkles formed at the crevices of his nose as he let out a faux whimper.               ❝   how could you ?   my precious nose.   i worry you ! ?   you just thumped me on the nose and expect to get away with it ? !   you might as well just get away with murder,   why don’t you !     ❞               a huff escaped marshall,   rolling on his back and no longer facing benedikt.   of course, he wasn’t actually mad,   but he had to be dramatic.   it wasn’t like him to be still,   or to be calm.   theatrics were his thing,   like it or not. 

 the tracing of his scar evokes a bodily reaction out of mars.   the tingles prickle at his nerves and skin,   a ripple being sent down his spine and down his frame.               ❝     what are you doing to my voodoo doll ?     ❞               a false accusation in a hushed tone,   not as though benedikt was grasping turn in a scold by mars,   but as if mars had succumbed to the tender moment they shared.   gradually,   dark optics settled back onto the latter;   searching for those deep cerulean eyes.   benedikt was warm like the sun,   had eyes of the sea and hair like the sand.   but he was the embodiment of the moon.   either way, they eclipsed one another any day.

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@benedkt​ ,

thimble digits grazed along the skin belonging to marshall seo not by his own accord.   optics trickled downward,    implanted onto the fingers owned by benedikt​ montagov.   a grin quickly wipes over the man’s smug expression,   leaning back as if benedikt was to admire his scars.   he wasn’t necessarily proud of his scars,   but he did learn to embrace them even if it was just slightly.               ❝     i know,    i know.   i’m so brave,   wouldnt you say ?   i got this one in a wrestle with a shark.     ❞               he beamed,   though clearly,   as per usual,   his tone laced with thick sarcasm.

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒊 ,

it’s when he speaks that she’s forced to acknowledge the lightheadedness,   the faint haziness flurrying over her vision.    it could be so easy to just close her eyes and accept slumber’s embrace,   its saccharine lull of removing inhibitions         —         for here,   she could give into the weight she’d been carrying since the moment she stole a breath of air,   since the moment she was named heiress of the scarlets.    her father would laugh if he knew the thoughts that arose,   if he knew how utterly weak she was being over such a trivial injury.    but was it just the physical cut to her body she was grieving over ?    or the shame from being caught at all ?         “  you seem the type to invite many threats.    i’m sure you’ve received a colorful amount.  ”         her tone is as deadpan as she can force it,   with a hint of impatience and growing frustration.    she would not shoot him,   she would not kill him.    this has been decided since before she even raised the gun at him.

even then,   it’s poor timing as her muscle twitches enough to force her to lower the weapon,   movements sluggish as her uninjured arm limps by her side.    and still,   she does not fully release her grip on the weapon.    beads of sweat form at her hairline,   her body achingly cold and hot at once.    she does what she is able to  :  scowl at him.         “  i’m not going to die.  ”         she does not fear death,   but she fears dying in a territory as dishonorable as this.    and finally,   the gun falls from her hold,   the sound dull as it hits the ground.    this is her reluctant acceptance.         “  why don’t you kill me,   then ?    it’s what any of your people would do.    it would be cause for celebration and praise on your end.    white flower slays scarlet heiress         —         they’d promote you.  ”         was she taunting him,   provoking him ?    or seeking for a truth beneath this wretched blood feud ?

to kill her would be a lame move in the position he was in.   sure,   he could do it,   get his five minutes of fame in the white flowers,   but in turn would likely be hunted by his very own best friend roma montagov.   he had no interest in killing her anyway,   it seemed tasteless to him.   mars was quick,   but juliette could easily be just as the same.   in this moment,   there was a silent alliance formed,   no harm done to one another would occur that night.   bond of neutrality prominent once mars retrieves his tweezers and positions both himself and her in an appropriate angle to remove the bullet.   this is when he finally decides to speak up,              ❝     the same reason as you.      ❞               in reference to why she lowered her weapon.   mars thought she was being a bit dramatic about it,   though,   more than him.   dropping the gun as he did ?   it’s almost like she got shot.    in a bad silent film adaptation.

the sight of the open wound makes him cringe,   he grimaces and audibly groans.               ❝     scarlet heiress accepts aid from white flower.   at least no one else has to see this ugly hole in your arm.   what a lucky duck i am !     ❞               here comes an intrusive thought,   the idea of him testing how big the bullet hole is by having his finger dig inside to reach the object instead of the tweezers,   but that thought also makes him grimace ;   this time,   unbeknownst to him.                ❝     i really hope this doesn’t stain my clothes,   just got a new shirt and this one is actually really snug and nice.   would be a shame to have blood all over it.      ❞              to have scarlet imprinted on him.

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i find it so funny that my usual type in characters are the gloomy, reserved, mysterious, broody, bad guy on the outside but soft on the inside, assholes but ever since i transitioned over to tumblr it’s just been silly lil guys. goofuses. you’re gonna have beef with a silly lil guy? for shame.

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Marshall would die of laughter if he knew that his namesake is called Mercutio

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𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒊 ,

@marsheo​​​  ,          [    patch    ]       help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound.

like rabid dog caught with a wound,   it only knows how to lash out,   how to bite the very hand that feeds it         —         to accept help is to accept defeat in some form,   to admit the uselessness of one’s own survival skills.         “  stop.  ”         it’s louder,   stronger than it needs to be,   filled with tenacity and a twinge of desperation    :    don’t come any closer for you may see me as i am,   weak,   coming undone at the seams.    being seen at such a disadvantage,   a soldier marked from the perils of an ongoing war,   to be caught is to live with dishonor.    the gun in her hand is gripped,   aimed in his direction          —         it doesn’t matter that he seems to be holding a first - aid kit,   it doesn’t matter that his presence is anything but hostile.    juliette cai took no chances.         “  walk away before i am the last thing you see when the bullet hits you.  ”         it should be a threat,   but it comes out a plead,   a warning.   he is roma’s friend before he is the enemy.    but she is on white flowers territory,   fish out of water.    he is the enemy.

she reminds him of a rabid chihuahua, — he knows in this very moment, she’s all bark, no bite. he sucks in sharply the crisp air, clicking of his tongue as he takes minuscule attempts to close the remaining space between them before juliette cai, the scarlet heiress. theatrical performance on its way with marshall seo in close proximity, for he bore it well like none other. lazily waving around the first - aid kit, shrug rippled from his frame with hardly any effort. he knew she wouldn’t shoot, or so he thought at least ; it wasn’t because he doubted her ability, but because her aim would be too off. her shot would be too lazy or miss him either entirely or by a hair. he hoped for the option that she did not choose to pull the trigger, but with juliette, she was unpredictable at times. the same could be said for marshall, ( maybe that’s something they had in common. )

❝ you know, that actually sounds really familiar — have you threatened me this way before, or is it all déjà vu ? or am i just lucky ? ❞ from the crevices of his lips, there it is : a wicked grin taking form onto mars’ features. he took a full step toward her, unfastening the latches of both ends of the first - aid kit. ❝ now, be honest with me, miss juliette, would you really rather your pride be the best of you and leave yourself to die out on white flower territory or would you rather i help you ? hate to break it to ya, but there’s only one answer that’s right and i’m comin’ in hot with bandages and tweezers to remove that bullet in your arm. you can thank me or kill me later, whichever, i like surprises. ❞

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*pushes him in the river*

ah fuck. i cant believe u’ve done this.

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well now that kenny and i have finished vincenzo, expect me to have high muse for joon-woo and cha-young and to be over there in a few days ;)

[marsheo]

JIPURONG , literate & selective [ HONG CHA-YOUNG ] of netflix’s *VINCENZO. dramatized by miles, he/him.

x.