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[benedkt]

#BENEDKT   :   a   private   &   selective   writing   blog   featuring   BENEDIKT MONTAGOV,   a canon   character   from   chloe   gong’s   these   violent   delights   &   this   foul   murder,   as   babbled   by   kenny,   he / they,   24,   est.   march   2022,   also   found   at   SWIRLINGS.

AFFILIATED WITH    :   @marsheo, @dorogava, more tba.

GUIDELINES & DNI :

001. MESSAGING : please don't spam me, i will respond when i am able to. feel free to bump our conversation if it has been longer than 2 weeks, though.

002. AGE : 20+ ONLY PLEASE. i do not partake in nsfw of the sexual nature on dash, but i prefer to interact with admins closer to my age.003. BASIC RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES HERE : all reblogs are to be done from the source, don't godmod me, and i do not usually practice reblog karma.

004. DNI criteria : you are not welcome here if you are racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, if you ship incest in any form, if you utilize the krp/jrp tag, if you write as real people, or anything of this nature. also dni if you fetishize lgbtqia+ ships, or people of color, thank you.

005. SHIPPING : my ben is exclusively shipped to my best friend's mars, and i wholeheartedly believe that mars is ben's first and last love, as implied in the novels. that being said, i will not be exploring any other romantic dynamics with my ben; however, i am open to most other non-romantic dynamics!

006. CREDITS : psd. sawbonesources. heart png. coloursource.

[dorogava]

@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.

[montagvs]

𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸     :                    𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆   .

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁     ⚔     toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes  covered  in  pet  hair,   hot  temper,  old  jeans,  heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewellery, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos,  backpack  stuffed  full,  craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from  lungs.

𝐵𝐴𝑅𝐷       ⚔     homemade  bread,  white  lies,  easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band  geek,  pep  talks,  no impulse  control,  sunsets,  vintage  fashion,  long  showers,  selfies,  following  dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with  tequila, loves  easily,  animated  storyteller,  full  of  comebacks.

𝐶𝐿𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶   ⚔     list  of  wishes,    biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and  neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts,  formal  clothing,  astrology  fan,  messages  in  bottles,  pleated  braids,  speaking  up  for  friends,  feathers, motivational  quotes,  vivid  dreams.

𝐷𝑅𝑈𝐼𝐷     ⚔       bird  watching,  shy  kid,  wind  chimes, trying  to  whistle,  summer  camp, apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping,  saving  worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin,  bare  feet,  thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair,  naming potted  plants.

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅     ⚔       goose  bumps,  leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing  nails,  cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks, no  sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets,  combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars,  table  for  one,  official  soundtracks, sore  calves,  trusts  themselves  the  most.

𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐾     ⚔       always  trying  to  be  better,  wanderlust,  meditation,  sweat  pants, old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks,  nostalgia,  minimalist  design, breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering,  perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy  snacks,  noticing  the  little  things.

𝑃𝐴𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁       ⚔      school  uniforms, thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the  windows  open, logical  advice,  scrapbooking,  compasses,  i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens,  cold  morning  air,  big  soul,  likes  routine,  secret  romantic,  last  to  get  jokes, sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty  weather.

𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅     ⚔       herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,  camping  trips,  collecting  bones,  swiss  army  knives,  first  impressions,  anxious  thoughts,  bobby  pins,  burnt  marshmallows,  too  competitive,  clothes  lines,   messenger  bags,  holding  grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people.

𝑅𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸       ⚔      flirtatious  sarcasm, candid  photos,  lost  phone  chargers,  adrenaline  rush,  picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their  nails,  social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines,  sits  in  chairs  wrong,  smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses,   eats  nothing  or  everything.

𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅       ⚔       infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine,  lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in  destiny,  high  expectations,  sleeping  in  darkness,  collection  of  nail  polish, passionate,  good  grades  but  never  studies,  poetry  books,  blowing  kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐿𝑂𝐶𝐾     ⚔       knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins,  envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night,  earl  grey,  selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids,  keysmashing,  need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags  under  eyes, experimental  art,  flickering  bulbs,  black  clothing  all  year  long

𝑊𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷     ⚔     piles  of  textbooks, cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary,  indecisions,  scented  candles,  studying  alone  in  a  café,  lingering  touches,  museum  dates,  unanswered  questions,  taking  on  too  much  responsibility,  collections,  chalk  dust,  comfy  robes, unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long  day.

tagged,    @vicioushope (thank u loml) tagging: @benedkt,     @rosalang,     @marsheo     +     @dorogava​ <3

[benedkt-arc]

[   A   MODESTLY   LOADED   GRENADE   ]   :   a   private   &   selective   writing   blog   featuring   BENEDIKT   MONTAGOV   from   chloe   gong’s   these   violent   delights.   a   study   into   constantly   overthinking,   ending   generational   feuds,   &   finding   happiness   despite   repeatedly   losing   those   you   care   for.   as   varnished   by   kenny,   he   /   they,   22,   est.   march   2022,   affiliated   with   ;   @marsheo.

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[marsheo]

                             MARSHEO ,    private & selective writing blog for                                                            marshall seo                           of chloe gong’s THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS franchise.

❝  marshall always moved like this,   like the world was on the verge of ending   and he needed to jam as many movements in as possible.   ❞         —         as written by miles,   he/him,   21, carrd, wylan van eck, klaus hargreeves. icon & divider.

[benedkt]

the artist & his muse @marsheo​

   benedikt   released   a   sigh,   deft   digits   gripping   the   handle   of   the   brush   as   he   attempted   to   capture   his   lover’s   features   -   a   nearly   impossible   task   due   to   marshall’s   incessant   need   to   move   around.  “ would   it   kill   you   to   sit   still   for   just   a   few   minutes? ” 

[benedkt]

@marsheo​ - ‘ heads? or tails? ’

   the question prompted a small smirk to tug at one corner of benedikt’s mouth,   his brow quirking slightly as if he were momentarily mulling over what he may choose.   there were only two options,   so there wasn’t much to mull over,   he was mostly just taking a while to irritate mars.   he released a long winded hum before finally speaking his answer;   “   tails.   ”

[benedkt]

@marsheo​ - ‘ coming here was your idea. ’ 

   benedikt opened his mouth to reply,   but quickly snapped his lips shut once he realized he didn’t have a witty retort to throw back at marshall this time.   he instead glanced down at his shoes,   a shrug dancing across his shoulders before he stole a glance at mars.   he’d brought them up onto one of the many rooftops in shanghai   -   obviously one in white flower territory   -   and now he didn’t know what exactly he should do.   “   it was,   yes.   ”   he trailed off,   shifting on his heels as he continued a few moments later.   “   i just wanted to watch the stars with you.   ”

[benedkt]

ENTRY   :   A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost   with   the   information   of   your   muse   ,   including   headcanons   ,   etc.   if   you   fail   to   achieve   some   of   the   facts   ,   add   some   other   of   your   own   !

NAME.       benedikt montagov. AGE.       20s   ( 20 in canon ). SPECIES.       human. GENDER.       male. ORIENTATION.       homosexual. INTERESTS.       marshall seo, painting & sketching ( especially marshall ), keeping to himself, cleaning his weapons. PROFESSION.       gangster. artist. BODY TYPE.       mesomorph. tall, lean, & slightly muscular. EYES.       blue, like a tidal wave.  HAIR.       blond. SKIN.       fair. in canon, he has a scar over his left eyebrow & plenty others all over his body due to infractions with the scarlets and general recklessness; however, in modern au, he has no visible scarring.  FACE.       sharp features & stern eyes. he very rarely smiles, but he has dimples when he does. HEIGHT.       5′11″. COMPANIONS.       verse dependant, but mainly roma montagov, marshall seo, alisa montagova & the rest of the white flower gang. ANTAGONISTS.       also verse dependant, but mainly juliette cai, the rest of the cai family, the larkspur, the monsters in shanghai, the scarlet gang, etc.  COLORS.       mainly forest green, but also shades of gold, light blues, nature and forest-y tones. FRUITS.       dragonfruit, ramputans, persimmons, passionfruit, kiwi, & pineapple. DRINKS.       coffee, doesn’t matter what kind. he also likes tea, but as before, he really doesn’t care what kind. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES   ?       gin, baijiu, vodka, white wine, the occasional beer, but it isn’t his favorite. he probably drinks more than roma.  SMOKES   ?       when he’s stressed only, he doesn’t like to keep it as a habit. DRUGS   ?       no.  DRIVERS LICENSE   ?       yes, probably. 

tagged  by.         @consigleire​

tagging.        @marsheo​ ( i know macy already tagged you, but i cannot think of anyone else to tag LMAO. ), and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it. 

[benedkt]

                             BENEDKT ,    private & selective writing blog for                                                      benedikt montagov                           of chloe gong’s THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS franchise.

❝  benedikt was like that.   he always seemed to be simmering over something right below the surface,   but nothing ever came through,   no matter how close he came to it.  ❞         —         as written by kenny,   he/they,   21,   carrd  ( tba ),   multimuse,   ship exclusive with @marsheo​.

[benedkt]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎.

RELIEF WASHED OVER HIS BEING, quickly pushing himself out of the stool he’d sat in for an achingly prolonged amount of time. “ finally, you’re done. ” he groaned, removing the aforementioned paintbrush from between his lips and nose. he placed it back into benedikt’s collection of paint supplies, however his attention goes elsewhere. optics land onto a new object every second that passes by, finding something to touch. anything. it didn’t matter what it was. a hum escapes him, fiddling with the newly acquired items before he turned back to benedikt. a grin plasters his visage, another hum reverberates from the depths of his chest; as if approvingly. “ oh, tie me to a chair, will you? someone’s feeling a little FRISKY tonight. is that a threat or a promise? ” as he makes his way back to the stool, where he would soon reunite with benedikt at, he snatches the canvas from the easel. although it was snatched, he was gentle enough to make sure the painting would dry before he would look at it. have some decency.

he stares at the bag of celery being tossed away, a small pout tugs at the male’s countenance. “ that celery could have lived a long, happy life if it wasn’t for you! ” accusatory tone laced with satirical inclinations in the syllables, taking a glance down at the canvas. CUE A GASP that made his throat feels scratchy ━━━ more dramatic than he’s ever been. “ how could you! my nose is NOT that big! and for the record, my ass is way bigger than that! is this what you really think of me? ” of course, marshall ruined the sweet and tender moment they were about to share. typical… he huffed, pout from his trashed celery more evident now than ever. “ but, i guess i’ll forgive you. this time. i know how you can make it up to me, though. ” he quickly came back, smile crept in the crevices of his lips.

“ let’s play a game. ”

cerulean optics watched as marshall placed the brush back in its rightful place,   saying a silent prayer that the other had been thoughtful enough to do so.   otherwise,   he’d have to do so later.   not that he wasn’t used to it,   as marshall’s sticky fingers were often quite destructive   -   benedikt didn’t mind, though.    the blond stood there a few moments,   his mouth opening and closing a few times,   as if he didn’t quite know how to respond to marshall’s flirting despite the fact that he’d been the one that initiated it.   finally,   though he would gather himself enough to offer some form of a response.   “   a promise.   ”   his response was low,   though almost immediately the subject was changed when marshall leaned over and snatched his newest work.

benedikt turned his attention to absentmindedly reorganizing his workspace,   sorting the brushes that required cleaning into a separate pile as marshall rambled on about the celery he’d just tossed.   he was content to simply listen until he heard an audible gasp escape the other,   his gaze immediately shifting up to see what the issue was;   however,   as usual when it came to marshall,   he didn’t have to wonder for long.   “   you are the most dramatic man i have ever met in my life,   marshall seo.   ”   he accused,   pointing his index finger at the other before he began wagging it at him,   but even he couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone.   his interest was piqued when forgiveness was mentioned,   though he already had a feeling that it would require some sort of...   catch.  “   what kind of game?   ”

[marsheo]

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. ❞