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Gi-hun x In-ho racer AU

based on that one post

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does anyone else see the vision for gwi ma x in ho? The alternate universe selfcest goes crazy hard ngl

Gwi Ma and Inho: YOU kill hundreds of innocent people and manipulate one single person for your own benefit TOO??

and then they make out

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reblog if you love Hwang In-ho

hold your breath and count to 1,000,000 if you don’t love Hwang In-ho

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AU with 2015 Inho x VIP Gihun hmm...

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Them being touchy that's it that's the post 👀

The hand on the waist again in the first gif 👀

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Nsfw!

"Turn away, I still don't want to see your false face"

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Just read that Inho's screen time in s3 was 6 minutes.

I'm going to go on a murder spree...

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what if Squid Game

but comic

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ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

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Fix-it

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Circle Around to Cross

Squid Game 3 depression is real, I'm suffered from it. Sign of healing, I draw again.

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The New Job

Characters: Hwang Inho, the VIPs

Summary: The new frontman meets VIPs for the first time and decides to fulfill even the strangest demands.

Marks: light (?) whump, mention of alcohol, mention of omorashi

Words: 1,300

That year, Inho played the frontman for the first time.

He hadn't seen the VIPs yet. He just knew they existed. Oh Ilnam said that they prefer to arrive to the island after the fourth game. When the players have already gone too far and it’s more difficult for them to decide to stop the games.

He was glad he’s wearing the mask. It was almost… almost he wasn’t himself. Not Hwang Inho, a fired police officer, winner of the 28th Game, a grieving widower. Not even someone. Just the head of the pink guards, faceless and identical like robots, or like ants in an anthill.

As faceless as they are, but with a different mask… and with more control than they have.

He didn’t mind. At all.

Oh Ilnam introduced him to the guests. Inho thought it was with a touch of pride. Inho was an excellent candidate for this position. He spoke English at a high level. He had the nerves of a former policeman, was used to violence and the sounds of gunshots.

And it didn't seem like he had any other ideas about where to go next.

“He is different from the last frontman”, Ilnam said. Like Inho wasn’t even here.

Even then, Ilnam's illness began to limit him. He had to leave the island before the game ended, leaving Inho “in charge”.

“Entertain our guests”, he said.

Inho found it strange. Hasn't he found someone more reliable than him? More... experienced. There must be such people.

He still believed he really was in charge.

Before the fifth game, VIPs needed to place new bets. They couldn't decide for a long time. There were many outstanding players this year.

“Probably the best season in last years”, said the man with the long hair.

“I disagree”, said the Chinese woman. “2015 and 2016 were no worse”.

The fifth game had no time limit, and no one could tell when it would end. In fact, players had the right to drag out the game for an entire day. To live longer.

Inho was standing next to the screen. For some reason, the guests didn't want him to sit down. Inho assumed that he wasn't supposed to sit on the sofas in this room (and there was nowhere else to sit). He didn't remember how many hours he'd already been on his feet, but he didn't want to argue. It wasn't a big deal. The people with painted bodies who were being used as furniture were in a worse situation. And Inho didn’t want to lost his job again.

But when he felt a throbbing in his head, he decided that he could at least take a five-minute break. It wasn’t a big deal either. There are a square guard here, so he won't be rude and leave the guests alone. Inho hated headaches, and if he didn't go up to his room and take a pill now, nothing good would come of it. He told one of the squares to take his post and turned to leave, but VIP-5, a Chinese woman who had grown bored after ten minutes of the game, called out to him.

“Wait. I want you to stay”.

“My apologies. I’ll be here in five minutes”.

“Oh, I believe you, but I want you to stay a little longer”.

“Better not spoil her mood”, commented VIP-2, without turning away from the screen. “She just lost half a million because of player 007”. He chuckled. “Lucky number”.

Inho didn't want to anger anyone. He remembered what Oh Ilnam had said. In this job, Inho will soon learn too much. The frontman's contract wouldn't be broken until the Game or the frontman themselves were gone. Therefore, Inho should do his job well.

“I will praise your work in front of Chairman Oh if you stay as long as I ask you”, she smiled.

Inho didn’t mind.

For the past three hours (which was how long it had been since the fifth round began), Inho felt like he was playing his own game. Not survival, but close to it.

He was asked to stand. Just stand. It sounds easy, doesn't it?

But not for four hours.

During the entire game, Inho was not allowed to sit down, use objects as support, or leave the room.

It must be a curious sight.

The fifth game wasn't interesting enough. And it was the frontman’s problem. He was paying for it with a headache he couldn't shake off, leg pain, back pain, and pressure in his bladder that he is unlikely to get rid of anytime soon. It wasn't that much. Even though Inho wasn't as fit as he had been during his time as a police officer (he hadn't had the motivation to keep his muscles in good shape) and now his body was whining about it.

The furniture woman, who had collapsed in front of him, was paying more dearly.

And player 007 was considered even less than furniture.

Inho wondered if it would end if he got dizzy from hunger or stress and fell down. Maybe that's what VIP-5 wants. Or would he be punished like the furniture man?

Now Inho realized.

He wasn’t the frontman.

He was just the frontman.

The most expensive furniture on this island.

“Piece of shit!” exclaimed VIP-4, angrily throwing his champagne glass to the floor (player 151 had just been eliminated). The circle guard immediately began to clean up the mess. Inho didn't react. He had heard hundreds of such announcements in recent days. Some of the numbers were familiar to him from 2015. Back then, he couldn't have imagined standing on the other side of the screen, doing what Chairman Oh wanted him to do.

When the round came to an end, another human piece of furniture fell to the floor. Inho remained standing. Occasionally, he would catch VIP-5's gaze, and during these moments, he tried to remain motionless. When he sensed that she had grown bored and turned away, he allowed himself to gently shift his weight from one leg to the other.

It was like he was swaying on the waves.

The thoughts of someone who was about to lose consciousness.

He wanted to slap himself to prevent it.

He didn't know if he'd been standing there for four hours or five. It would be rude to look at his watch right now.

The throbbing in his head didn't stop. He allowed himself to grimace behind the mask.

The spasms in his bladder intensified. He thought that if he passed out, he might wet himself.

At the moment he bit his own tongue, trying to bring himself to his senses, the announcement was made. The game was over.

He suggested that the guests rest in their rooms (he almost spoke to them in Korean, but caught himself in time). He expected VIP-5 to stay put and want to see him break down and ask for permission to… sit down? To meet physical needs? But she seems to have grown bored with this game too. He was also allowed to rest, and Inho realized that he felt grateful for that.

He was the last to leave the room. It was the polite thing to do. When he stepped into the corridor with the intention of making his way to the elevator, his legs gave way and he staggered... but he didn't fall or roll down the long staircase. He realized that he had been taken by the circle guard. Perhaps the same one who had picked up the shards of the champagne glass. Inho didn't mind being helped to the elevator a little. In fact, he was grateful for that too.

At least Inho seems to have done his job today. He entertained the guests. He didn't disappoint Chairman Oh.

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Inhun with a reference to the hannigram? Yes.

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THIS IS THE BEST PHOTO EVER I'M GONNA CRYYYYYYYY

MY BABIES 🥺

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Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

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457 squid game season 3 theory

Okay so you know how we see the flashback of In-ho during his games where he was given the knife and killed the other players right? And in the game with the merry-go-round thing he knows how many people will be the next amount? And he seems so genuinely worried and them beyond relieved when they win the five legged race game thing?

is the whole of the season 3 tournament just a recreation of his game that he relived in the hopes that Gi-hun will either break like he did and become the next trainee to be frontman, or prove him wrong about humanity and show that there is a way out of the generational circle?

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This is so hot idc - you tell him lbh

JJ knowing LBH would be a way better writer and director