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1MILLION DANCE’S ONE & ONLY, SORI NA!

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A  VERY  DESCRIPTIVE  &  DETAILED  PROFILE  OF  YOUR  MUSE. repost with  the  information  of  your  muse,  including  headcanons,  etc. when  you’re  done,  tag 15 other  people  to  do  the  same!

[   BASICS   ]

NAME: Song Seokmin // Deadpool AGE: 22 international; 23 korean SPECIES: mutated human GENDER: male ORIENTATION: pansexual PROFESSION: mercenary, assassin, general nuisance to society

[    PHYSICAL    ASPECTS    ]

BODY TYPE: toned, athletic HAIR: dark brown/black EYES: brown  SKIN: somewhat pale, but scarred all over his body and face HEIGHT: 188 cm

[    FAMILY    ]

SIBLINGS: none PARENTS: mother (deceased) and father (???) CHILDREN:  none ANY PETS?:  none-- ain’t nobody got time for that

[    LIKES    ]

COLORS: red ( so the bad guys can’t see him bleed! ) SMELLS: gunpowder, smoke, pancakes, strawberries, money FOOD / DRINKS: pancakes, tacos.. “american” food in general ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes  [ ✓  ]  (he can’t get drunk, though) || rarely [  ] || no [  ] FAVORITES: unicorns, hello kitty, katanas, firearms, martial arts, fast food, being lazy, money

[    OTHER    DETAILS    ]

SMOKES?: yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ ✓ ]   ||   occasionally  [  ] DRUGS?: yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ ✓ ]   ||   occasionally  [   ] DRIVER LICENSE?:  yes  [    ]   ||   no  [ ✓  ] (still drives anyways bc fuck the police) EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   almost/detained  [ ✓ ]

TAGGED BY: @llthal ( thanks bb! ) TAGGING: @vigilandae, @ohijessi, @glitteryheels, @sujoie, @dvasu, @itsyumi + anyone else who wants to!

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❝ HAPPINESS ! RED VELVET’S BRIGHT JOY IMNIDA ! ❞    REBLOG FOR A STARTER AND FOLLOW FOR A FRIEND !

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❛ i’m sorry, but you must be at least a level four friend to unlock my tragic backstory. ❜

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, @jihnq!

“Okay, what kinda bullshit excuse is that?” Seokmin arched an eyebrow, looking over at the other male. What was with everyone and trying to be mysterious anyways? The mercenary didn’t quite understand it. Hell, if anyone asked him what his ‘tragic backstory’ was, he’d share it without a second thought. (Minus the part of how he was the notorious Deadpool and how his powers came to be-- no one needed to know that, right? Especially not a goody-goody looking boy like Jinhong.) It was a part of who he was, and he didn’t mind if people knew. He had an abusive father. His mother died of cancer. He ran away from home. All those events shaped him into who he was in the present day. That being said, most people didn’t tend to take him seriously when he shared the information-- it did sound somewhat outrageous, after all. Seokmin, for his entire creepy and crass aura, still came off as a rather talkative and happy person. 

He still wasn’t sure if that persona was him or just a mask he put on when trying to blend in with the other civilians-- maybe he’d find out one day. But for now, he was too focused on trying to get Jinhong to cave. “Come on! I’ll tell you stuff too! It’ll be like a you-show-me-yours-i-show-you-mine kinda thing. Except not with our dicks. With our tragic backstories! Though we can do it with our dicks too, if you want--”

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lynxri;

“I said stay still.” Lynx responded in a more stern tone which may or may not have come off as rude. It was just the typical Lynx speaking though and it was something she was still working on in order to fit the new idol image she had been given. The vocalist brought her hands up to the male’s face, resting them on his cheeks as she took a good look at him and simply smiled before her arms rested back at her sides.

Staying still was an action that very much went against everything Seokmin stood for-- especially when someone was in such close quarters with him. It was so uncomfortable, feeling the woman’s hands on his face, and her eyes peering down at him. More than anything, the boy wanted to lash out, and smack her hands away for even daring to get near him. But he couldn’t-- not right now. Right now, he was trying to blend in as a civilian. And civilians didn’t usually break arms for no apparent reason, right? Especially if the person who the arm belonged to was an idol-- No, Seokmin didn’t need that kind of attention without the protection of his mask. So he opted for another route. 

Leaning in, he gave the girl a venomous glare, as if she could pick up on the sheer amount of annoyance he was feeling through just his gaze. “Listen, brat. Do not touch me, ever again.” He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. “What makes you think you could even do that, huh? What if someone just randomly touched you? I bet you’d be screaming for the police in no time-- So why did you think it was okay to just touch me?”

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NOW CONTINUING...

“No, no-- No matter what you say, I’m really not loving this--” The male groaned, placing his face on his palms and letting out a deep sigh. How exactly he got roped into this, he wasn’t sure-- Juri was a friend, and had offered the male a place to say and food to eat, in exchange that he ‘help’ with her streams. It was apparent that Seokmin and the girl had very different ideas of what the word ‘help’ would entail. To the boy, he thought it meant he would just laze around and handle the camera, making sure it stayed on her face (or her chest, depending on how annoying she was being and how much he wanted to irritate her at the moment) and other basic stuff like that. He didn’t think he would have to appear in the video. That was too much-- and Seokmin really wasn’t keen on having his face broadcast all over the internet.

Huffing once more, he tugged his hood further over his features, leaning away from her touch, and tried to sink further down on the chair he was in, as if he could melt into the furniture and disappear. That would be nice. Upon hearing the girl’s reactionary words to the stream comments, he sat up immediately, yelling. “Oh, hell no! I would never date this woman! She thinks she’s cute when she’s not! And tell those fuckers that I am not wearing a dress! Not unless I get paid, that is-- I’d probably do it for sixty-thousand won, at the very least...”

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i want to shoutout soseom for being such a fun, sweet and understanding person to have as an rp partner. && also for loving all of my muses regardless of who they are, & for always being here whenever i come back from a hiatus. mwah 😌❤️

shoutout to @soseom!

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shoutout to soseom and vigilandae for having such well-written muses <3

shoutout to @soseom and @vigilandae!

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❛ don’t joke about murder. i was murdered once and it offends me. ❜

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, @cchilyoja!

“Kinda hard for me not to joke about murder, though. I’ve got that nifty little healing factor and all. Makes it kinda difficult to die, so death is funny!” Deadpool mused, grinning under his mask. It wasn’t often that he met other mercenaries, so the male liked chatting them up on the occasion that he did. It helped him further his own career– sometimes he did the other party a favor, and then when needed, he could call in and cash a repayment. 

Now, while Deadpool himself enjoyed talking (he was know as ‘the merc with a mouth’, after all), that didn’t necessarily mean that the other individual involved also liked to make conversation.  For instance, right now would be a good example of that. Healer didn’t seem too thrilled to have such a chatty man talking his ear off. “In any case, what got you into this whole mercenary thing? I do it for the blood. There’s something therapeutic about stabbing people, you know? Kidding! Hah! Well… mostly…”

( SRC. )

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❛ put me in the coffin with both middle fingers up. ❜

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, @ohijessi!

“Why are you so angry and bitchy today, huh?” Seokmin looked over at the girl, arching an eyebrow. Now, the words the female had said weren’t particularly strange coming from her mouth– it was Jessica after all. The only foul-mouthed person on par with the woman that Seokmin knew was himself. But today was different– she seemed different. Like something was bothering her.

Due to Seokmin’s ‘job’, he sadly didn’t get to spend much time with the girl. It had been a while since they had last seen each other, and it was more than likely that something negative had occurred in Jessi’s life during his absence. “I mean, you’re always a bitch. But you’re not your normal Queen Bitch self… You’re like… PMS bitchy… Oh my god, are you on your period?! Suddenly everything makes sense– I thought you were too old to get your period though-- No offense-- Well... Complete offense, actually.” It probably wasn’t the best joke to make, but he’d rather her be angry at him than upset at whatever it was that was currently ailing her. “Come on, Jess... You’re not gonna smack me for that? Not even cuss me out? Man, whoever pissed you off really did it badly, huh...”

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vigilandae;

🕷 ⊰ that’s not fair. he’s speechless, but he still refuses to withdraw. if anything, the other only enraged him, so much that he tenses. it’s this again. it’s this misunderstanding that he could never seem to escape from. it’s like high school, and college, and every instance of skepticism in the street. tossing the blade into the air, he immediately webs it to the nearest lamp post before spewing another string of webs at deadpool’s handgun and snatching it. just to get it out of the way. if the man was that desperate for it back, he could get it himself.

but not so fast. another second passes and the vigilante grabs the man by the collar, pinching his fingertips into the cloth of the other’s suit. and then jerking him down enough so they’re at the same eye level. “you coward.” his tone is rash, and he doesn’t even know why he’s so tense over this matter, but he is. he is because it means something to him. because he didn’t ask to become this spider-mutant that serves justice for people– but he’s capable of it, and that’s why he does it. that’s why he’ll never be able to stop. “we all have a choice. sure, some of us may not decide we wanted to have superhuman strength, or start sticking on walls, but we choose how we use what we’re given. no one’s making you kill anybody. that’s what you decided to do. what you chose to do. i don’t care if it’s for money. you can make money doing something else. so don’t you ever– EVER– make the excuse that someone chose your side for you.”

abruptly, he shoves the man away, but there’s a lot more force than he anticipated. yet, he’s unfazed by his strength, too blinded by the anger to care, really. “if i have to hunt you down every day so you can’t kill anybody, then i will. so you might want to start looking for another job.” with that, he disarms the magazine from the handgun before dropping the weapon and drawing a step back. there’s a pause before he leaps up into the air and allows his webbing to carry him away. tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.

Yadda-yadda. How boring. It wasn’t like Deadpool hadn’t heard any of this before-- by now, he had developed a resistance to it. He just didn’t care anymore. Sure, there was the fact that Spider-Man’s words sounded vaguely foreboding, but Seokmin was a reckless man. It came with the whole healing factor thing-- when you were basically an immortal, it was rather difficult to care about such ‘trivial’ things as your body. Spider-Man could hunt him down and fight Deadpool all he wanted. At the end of the day, the mercenary could always drag himself off to some hideout, heal, and be back in action within a few days time. Coupled with the other nuisances the vigilante had to be dealing with, Seokmin figured he’d have plenty of time to himself and his activities. Nothing to worry about there. Watching the other boy swing away, the assassin whistled to himself, before picking up his gun, and gazing up at the sword attached to the lamppost. “That fucker--” He muttered to himself, before hoisting his body up on the pole to reach it.

 In the back of his mind, Seokmin was somewhat worried about the other’s words. Spider-Man was clearly very passionate about being on what he deemed to be the right side of things. Deadpool sometimes wished that he was like that too. But it was hard-- not when everything in his life had built up to him being like this. Not when his reputation was already this sullied. Heroes -- people like Spider-Man -- were good people, on the inside and out. Seokmin was not. He was ugly on the inside, just as he was on the outside. No matter how much he wanted it, he would never be on par with someone like Spider-Man. The masked vigilante already thought of Deadpool as nothing but a greedy murderer. And murderers didn’t get to be heroes.

In the blink of an eye, a new day arrived, and Seokmin had already dismissed all the memories of last night from his mind. New day, new you; right? He had already done away with the first three people on his list. Now on to number four-- who happened to be camping out near the famous SNU. How annoying. Too many possible witnesses. Then again, if there were any, Deadpool could just kill them. No biggie. He had already cornered the gang member and was gleefully approaching the man, swords clutched in both hands. “You know what I always say?” He sang, still creeping forward. “The first step to a good assassination is to have fun and be yourself! And I’ll be having fun, alright--”

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THEY CALL ME JESSI BABY, && I CAME HERE TO SLAY.

                                  ( ↻ ) reblog  ( ✔ ) follow ( ♡ ) like for an ask / starter.

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aerisms;

💫     ‘ Do you believe in mermaids? What about sirens?  Or do you prefer creatures such as vampires, succubuses and centaurs? Perhaps you’re good with the good, old Superman, Batman kind of fantasy? We’ve been talking for an hour and all you’ve been is vague. Give me some insight, tell me something clear! ’

“I believe in unicorns. And aliens. And Hello Kitty. Don’t really like Superman or Batman. They seem kinda unrealistic.” Seokmin said, tugging his hood further down his face, feeling self conscious. This was definitely the last time he’d be taking public transport. What was it about a greasy, smelly bus that made people think they were invited in for conversation? Besides, the boy wasn’t exactly nice to look at. Maybe if his face wasn’t marred by the large scar running across it, he’d be considered model quality. Maybe. But for now, he was nothing more than a shady looking guy, and coupled with the scar, he looked like he was trouble. People didn’t usually converse with him or get near him, let alone spend an extended amount of time looking at his face.

And then there was this girl.

"Why don’t you say something, huh? Why all the questions? You don’t even know me--”

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself

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llthal;

It had been a rough week at work–an idol’s job is never done apparently, especially one who knows how to produce. years into the industry and she still thinks she has a lot to learn, which is pretty much the reason why she often locks herself up in the studio whenever she could–whether training her vocals, rehearsing raps, or just playing with random tunes to create a possible hit. It wasn’t really a bad thing that she’s working–she has nothing else to do in her free time, really; it was just that she eats a lot after; whenever she’s neck-deep in work, Da In often forgets that she’s supposed to eat to survive. That’s why every time she leaves, regardless of the time, she ends up eating so much; not that she hates it–hell she loves to eat; she simply has a figure to keep. Which pretty much explains why she always ends up working out at the gym almost every afternoon. With her hair tied up in a high pony, body clad in gym gear, she shuffled from equipment to equipment, making sure she burned every bit of fat she consumed earlier that day. The usually chatty woman was quiet, her gaze piercing as she looked ahead, only momentarily distracted by the arrival of the shady-looking guy clad in a mask and hoodie. After then, she paid no attention, returning to her usual routine. She had taken a quick break, wiping herself with her towel when the male approached her, saying things she hadn’t heard about the gym before. A den? Auburn eyes stare at him as he spoke, wondering if everything he had said was true. Except she wasn’t really scared; more like, she’s curious. If there was something people had to know about Han Da In, it was that she’s curious by nature, and it often got her in so much trouble. “Oh?” She then hummed, nodding as she glanced around, looking for any signs that would deem his information true. The receptionist had waved at her with a big smile on his face, and she returned the gesture, then turning her attention back to the male standing before her. “Think he’s the one doing the deals?”

How annoying. Narrowing his eyes, Seokmin deadpanned at the girl. Shouldn’t she be afraid? He just told her that drug dealers frequented this place. Everyone was afraid of drug dealers! They dealt drugs! It was terrifying! Why wasn’t she scared?! God. He was frustrated to say the least. Additionally--how come people only seemed afraid when he had his suit on? Probably because there were a shit ton of guns and knives and swords strapped to it-- that was most likely what got them to comply. No one took a creepy, homeless-looking scarred man seriously. Was that discrimination? Could he sue? Probably. You could sue for anything around here-- or was that America? Most likely. You could do whatever the hell you wanted in America. Maybe he should move and wreak havoc there instead--

But he was getting off topic. What mattered at the moment was the girl. Back on track.

Glancing over at the receptionist, Seokmin scowled upon seeing the man wave at him. Friendly people. How annoying. “I mean, he could be. They always send the nice looking ones to be the drug runners. It attracts less suspicion from the fuzz, you know? It’s just the logical thing to do. Now, really--” He smiled somewhat sweetly, though the expression wasn’t readily visible from underneath the confines of his face mask, “you should really leave. Ever heard of Deadpool? That criminal who’s been popping up in the news lately? He also comes here a lot. I hear he’s deranged. You really want a crazy, homicidal maniac near you? Huh? No! You don’t! I also hear he’s one super sexy guy, though. Just so you know. So he’s not completely terrible. Under that mask is the face of a Greek adonis. He’s hot and dangerous! What’s not to love? Er-- I mean--” How did he get so off topic again? This always happened, and it really wasn’t good for scare tactics. “Deadpool! Bad! Scary! No likey! You should really leave, sweetheart. I’m only considering what’s best for you. Yep. That’s all. Totally.”

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❛ i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ❜

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU, @vigilandae​!

“That’s the understatement of a lifetime.” The male rolled his eyes, before turning his head to face the other way. It was just his luck, really, that Spider-Man had been serious about monitoring Deadpool’s every move. Seokmin wondered just how the male had gotten time to do it. Didn’t he have little old ladies to help cross the street or something? Or maybe rescue cats from trees? Or whatever the hell it was do-gooders did when they were out doing good? Deadpool wouldn’t know. The ‘goodest’ thing he had ever done was... Huh. He couldn’t remember. Had it really been that long? Had he even done anything nice, ever? Eh. No point in dwelling over history.

Sighing, the male slowly turned around, holding on to a very frightened looking man in one hand, with a sword in the other. “Come on, you little brat. You’ve literally cockblocked me like, at least nine thousand times over the past week! Give it break! Get laid or something! Are you sure you have nothing better to do?”

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VILLAINOUS TRAITS.

BOLD all that apply. please repost, do not reblog.

tagged by : @tzuchu ( thank you! also i don’t know why it won’t let me tag you... ) tagging : @vigilandae, @90yoda, @llthal, @dxcnomania, @leeveu

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