istariot

[istariot]

I don't want a Career I want to Fuck Around

[istariot]

❝ 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 —

tian's arrival is marked by the tasteful splatter of bird shit on the windshield of his s-class. a bad omen if there ever was one, but only noticed in hindsight. while the resort has all the accouterments one could ask for — and believe, he would ask for many — this was hardly a vacation. the scent of contention was already heavy in the air, thicker than the smoke the bellowed from deep within his lungs after a long obnoxious drag of his cigarette. It is accompanied by a jovial sneer as his eyes snap from the crystal clear ‘no smoking on the premises’ notice, to the lovely receptionist eying him from behind the concierge desk. 

but there is no enjoyment taken from lightly pestering the resort staff ( who is he kidding, of course there was  — ), when there were so many other opportunities to amuse himself amongst the members of the king’s club. if they all hadn't conveniently disappeared to their separate corners, that is… preparing for the ritual he assumes, something he supposes should be higher up his own list of priorities. where were his initiates, anyway — “seunghan..?” oh, look at that. a welcome distraction. his favorite yes man making the poor decision of crossing paths with tian unsupervised.

“ah, it is you! just the person i was looking for,” he greets with twiddle of three fingers and swipes the lit end of his cigarette against the wall. “can i borrow you a moment. it’s kind of important.” 

not enough bait? dangle a carrot.

“or at least miyeong said it was. didn’t give me any details but she did look all tense and whatnot - but when doesn't she look all tense, y'know?"

a maze ment — @5threquiem

[istariot]

❝ 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝙼, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷, 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 —

throughout the semester xiaotian had attended approximately 0.00000087654 of the necessary 3 credit hours required to pass remedial math. his final core credit and the one course he just couldn’t seem to easily bribe his way out of. not even his grand list of excuses — ranging from the tried and true 'i had monoppendicitisarrhea' to the occasional 'my grandmother has tragically fallen ill and i must be by her side!' — made up for his poor performance.

it really shouldn't have come as a surprise. school never really was his thing to begin with. his eldest brother got all the brains, the middle child all the brawn, and well, xiaotian had the aesthetics. his neurons only fired to maintain his god-like physique and radiant smile — a phrase that landed a whole lot better in his head than it had in office hours.

it was truly unfortunate that between his missed assignments and utterly abysmal attendance record, there was little that could be done to salvage his third attempt at taking this stupid class. but that wasn’t really xiaotian’s problem, now was it? once his father caught wind again of his instructor's incompetence as a member of faculty, he'd have his head on a platter. of course, xiaotian was no saint, but he wasn’t unteachable. the course obviously was not engaging in the slightest ( or in xiaotian’s words, the decrepit asshole just had it out for him! ). and while content with dealing with the potential fallout from yet another sit down with the dean, the two come to an impasse and he is offered a compromise — 

score 30 points on the final to pass the course.

doable. but not on his own. he would need to seek out the assistance of someone far more intellectual than he — with the added benefit of being a little eye candy since those frumpy teaching assistants of his just loved leaving everything to the imagination.

and so he sits. tucked away in a cozy corner of the library waiting patiently for his savior with a broken pencil tucked behind his ear, mind blank and primed for learning!

“there she is. my favorite tu-tor,” he shimmies his shoulders to emphasize each syllable at the sight of miyeong in all her poindexter glory. “i forgot to bring you an apple… is gin an acceptable substitute?” he smirks, fingers drumming against the flask hidden beneath his snu pullover. 

teacher’s pet — @arxival

[istariot]

> 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙳 !!

and as promised i bring you ZHANG XIAOTIAN, pathological liar, pyro-hobbyist, and devil chilling on your shoulder. below the cut is a little disjointed overview but you can check out more here ! i'll be floating about im's to plot with everyone ( slowly getting back to everyone who messaged already ! ), but feel free to like this post and i'll come your way posthaste !

i. information you may care about:

zhang xiaotian ( Rh1 ) is really just kind of existing.

the family business is all about that construction and steel manufacturing life, hence the chiseled jaw and aversion to manual labor.

he's spent the majority of his youth in a boarding school for wealthy wayward youth, following in his brother's footsteps since it seems to be a rite of passage for this family ( ...plus the kid just couldn't stop setting shit on fire and that really did need to be addressed in a structured environment ).

his brothers have been in this intense game-of-thrones-style rivalry his entire life and honestly he's just here to vibe so he doesn't really get involved ( except for this one time, but it was all alleged and mostly just some nasty rumors that he played a minor role in spreading but that's beside the point ).

said rivalry is pretty much what got xiaotian heading to snu in the first place ( along with father dearest's cash money ). casualty of war and all that.

the king's club is probably the only club he's managed to stay in throughout the entirety of his college career.

and it's not for lack of trying. he did all that he could to sabotage himself, lose friends, and alienate others and yet here he is your 2016 white rook ( his initiation was seriously lacking red carpet fanfare but its whatevs ).

on the bright side he had more fun tormenting initiates than he does embarrassing his father publicly, so he didn't mind sticking it out long enough to barely graduate ( below average ayyy lmao ) and roll into the nice cushy job his eldest brother created for him because we love a little nepotism.

ii. information you didn't ask for but you're going to get anyway:

certified yapper. physically can't shut the fuck up. believe about 82% of what comes out of his mouth.

would totally sleep his way to the top if he could. but for now he's satisfied with just sleeping his way into whoever is willing to let him crash at their place until he figures out what the hell is going on with all of his credit cards ( he suspects identity theft or something ).

his hobbies include long walks by the han river, spending exorbitant amounts at luxury grocery stores on random weekdays at 2:15pm specifically, and minding your business.

thankfully, he has grown out of his klepto phase but is not opposed to showing off his skills like a fun party trick when needed.

is completely capable of reading the room, but actively chooses not to. the whole no-filter thing doesn't really help either. his favorite pastime is figuring out how to offend each member of the king's club in a new and exciting way.

thinks cilantro tastes like soap. not really all that important, he just thought you should know.

oh, and it's probably a good idea to keep him away from flammable materials.

iii. some present day tidbits:

currently manager of operations for one of his father's smaller materials manufacturing subsidiaries but honestly he could not tell you what his title means or what it is exactly he's supposed to be doing. he just kind of sits in on meetings and looks handsome, but he's boosting morale and that's kind of all that matters.

is pretty late to this whole case reopening news and really is trying to figure out how everyone found out about it before him. who started the groupchat and why was he not invited?

now what happened to hyungseo was unfortunate, but he had nothing to do with it. he might've said something to try to shake him up in passing during one of the rituals, but there wasn't a single recruit he hadn't messed with back then. and even if he did know something about the whole thing, it's not like he'd tell it. at least not the truth about it. in fact, he doesn't even know what you're talking about. what rituals? what club? ...by the way can he borrow some money for the bus — kidding, kidding ( it's for his rideshare actually he just figured out how the app works ).

iii. information for plotting purposes?

if it wasn't obvious i'm still figuring this lil guy out, but i think it's best to plot on a canon-by-canon basis? but just to throw some random plot ideas out there —

blasts from his past with the teen delinquent squad ( think bling ring but without all the publicity ), fling, friend of a fling, and flings twice removed, friends of his eldest brother ( the guy is wrapped up in snu alum activities and spends a substantial amount of time with the business school, so totally plausible that he's done some mentoring and your muse has no idea how those two are even remotely related ), someone who's interested in his father's business dealings ( barking up the wrong tree with him but tian will bite and be the best source of misinformation he can be ), extracurricular activity buddies with strong livers, business associates ( can he copy your homework or something because someone is asking him for accrual data and he might just cry ), and maybe a few fellow daredevils that love a good thrill ( cliff diving anyone? no? too soon? )

i've got some other random things in mind and am so hype to get brainstorming so i'll just end things here and start floating about. thanks for making it to the end of this ramble and for that i'm going to give you a tian peptalk pov free of charge !

[istariot]

❝ is it hot in here or is it just me? ( it's definitely me ) ⸻ zhang xiaotian, 2024.

"made ya look."

ok, but no seriously — everything i do in this lifetime is fashionably late so naturally chaos incarnate's real intro is pending for the morning when i'm not running on caffeine, 4 hours of sleep, and vibes. for now this is just me popping by to say  ˗ˏˋHAPPY OPENING DAY EVERYBODYˎˊ˗ because i am so stoked for this rp!! now if you'll excuse me, i am off to stalk your beautiful intros before i k.o.! ( and be a slight menace in the comments )