#[ loveshot : hades. ]

[mincedoaths]

Smash or Pass + all the level one agents. 😈😘

putting this under readmore because omg you menace

Amar:

cassian / whirlpool: pass. my man is so deep in the little brother zone, he has no chance of ever escaping. ariadne / lotus: pass. little sister zoned. ariya / viper: pass. estranged little sister zoned. cecelia / glimmer, milania / winter, imara / granite, raphael / prince harry : pass. he has a younger sister who is in her early 30s so he can't see ppl in that age rage as anything but kids ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ seongyeol / hades: …….he is looking but because of the personality clash it is ultimately a pass. sangwoo / ymir: a really difficult one. the fact that he comes off as more aloof would make amar consider over looking the arrogance. tentative smash. kyungseok / loveshot: smas—pass. *tommy wiseau voice * move on, next question. zaya / flare: pass. hates her ass. she is so beautiful tho.

Bakari:

cassian / whirlpool, cecelia / glimmer, milania / winter, imara / granite, raphael / prince harry, ariya / viper: pass. thinks they're attractive but hey this is another character with a younger sibling who would have been in this age rage uh-oh. ariadne / lotus: pass. wouldn’t be able to talk to her in the first place. seongyeol / hades: pass. finds him attractive but is super afraid of him sangwoo / ymir: smash. kyungseok / loveshot: pass. finds him attractive and may or may not have a couple of his photocards but is afraid of him. zaya / flare: pass. he is so, so, so scared of her. thinks she's so, so, so gorgeous tho.

Gael

cassian / whirlpool, cecelia / glimmer, milania / winter, imara / granite, raphael / prince harry, ariya / viper, kyungseok / loveshot: pass. guess who else is an older brother! ariadne / lotus: pass. has heard about her power and doesn't care to figure out how true the rumors are. seongyeol / hades: pass. attractive but dislikes his personality. sangwoo / ymir: smash. no hesitation. no questions asked. zaya / flare: pass. his bestie saw her first. also her personality sucks.

Kintan ← old fruit ← cares too much about his image to say he’d smash all the dudes at the same time if they were down and if he was younger

[arch-godenvy]

smash or pass all level 1 agent for jester

[ whirlpool ] pass. too much hero for jester.

[ lotus ] smash. without hesitation. would like to know how addictive that addictive contentment can get tbh.

[ hades ] hard pass. no comment.

[ glimmer ] dinner and a movie and a kiss and maybe a second date?

[ winter ] smash. and then smash again.

[ granite ] working on it. smash.

[ ymir ] also a hard pass.

[ loveshot ] hard pass even if he wasn’t gay.

[ prince harry ] pass but would have a duplicate kiss just to see what would happen.

[ viper ] kiss on the cheek maybe.

[ flare ] smash. please. please. please. smash.

[retrocausalities]

wanted connections...

feat. just some guy, the artistic director, the super loser, the silent snarker. more tba!

𝓏𝒶𝓃𝓃 𝓆. 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸.

general relativity. [5/?]

zann's power inadvertently affects your muse's power when they are out and about. based on the distance to his power's area of effect, there are distortions and even "deactivation" of powers (aka disintegration of the matter/energy), which baffle your muse. your muse is investigating the cause of this issue, and how they react is utp.

— filled by @fatalled ( loveshot , roulette ), @loftycries ( savant ), @iridescences ( granite ), @mincedoaths ( havoc ), @fiiregaze ( hades ). / unlimited spots open.

active galactic nuclei. [0/?]

unlike zann himself, your muse knows he has a power, and a damn useful one for your muse's own goals. zann's currently in-between jobs, and as long as the gig isn't too dirty and/or dramatic, he could be easily persuaded to lend a helping hand in exchange for cash.

— looking for connections! / unlimited spots open.

cygnus x-1. [1/1]

during his nde, zann had a violent quarrel with a squatter at his old apartment building. unfortunately, during that conflict, zann's power activated in self-defense, and the guy was never seen again. your muse has a relationship with the missing man (platonic, romantic, familial, etc., but must be friendly) and wants to know the answers behind his disappearance.

— filled by @viillaincoded ( hive )! / closed.

accreditation disk. [3/?]

zann stays away from the complexities of organized crime, but he's not exactly squeaky clean himself. in alleyways, street corners, and on dance floors, he deals weed and party pills for whoever's buying. he's very discreet and doesn't discriminate on who buys his wares. perfect if your muse has a reputation to uphold or doesn't want to be psychoanalyzed by their dealer.

— filled by @godenvy ( jester ), @ofpantheons ( glitch ), @forunholy ( zeus ) / unlimited spots open.

𝓇𝑒𝓎𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈.

the manias. [3/5]

[tw: stalking, obsessive behavior, mention of bodily harm, injury.]

reyhan is unconcerned with petty criminality. they are wealthy, successful, and have everything they need. but what they don't have, they want. and they crave the attention of their top 5 cerberus agents with whom they have an obsessive fixation. these agents have hurt reyhan irreparably and left a mark on their body. in turn, reyhan has left their mark as well, controlling important body parts of these agents as a result of their encounters. because the body and movement are what reyhan is interested in, they do not find interest in agents with powers that aren't activated or involve motor skills. reyhan will stop at nothing to fully control these individuals' bodies as an homage to the control these agents have on their psyche. fluctuating from friend to foe, reyhan will follow the agents to the bitter end, fixated on the movement of their bodies and how their powers will manifest as directed by puppeteer's manipulations.

1. the head. the one who started reyhan's obsession with select members of cerberus corp. the first agent to encounter reyhan during their torture spree and injured reyhan across the face. the agent left an unsightly gash, leading to reyhan's distinct scar across their cheeks and nose. by breaking reyhan free from the self-shackles of beautiful perfection, the agent kickstarted reyhan's newfound artistic principle and mania with the beauty of imperfection. reyhan carries this agent's merchandise (trading card being their favorite), follows them on social media, and will try to show up wherever the agent is, such as in fan meetings. they will even shadow when the agent is on duty. they claim to love the agent, and will express that by controlling this agent's limbs in somewhat romantic overtures. the agent is reyhan's #1 bias, and reyhan swears to make the agent fully theirs, one way or another. ( whirlpool. aka "honey/cariño." )

2. the heart. the one who reyhan burned emotionally, and they took their revenge on reyhan, the civilian... but, unfortunately, their vindictive actions do not align with cerb corp's policy. reyhan holds that incident over the agent for blackmailing, more than happy to bring up the agent's less-than-heroic past to the corporation. the thing is, reyhan says they are fond of the agent and could be convinced to drop it if the agent will give them full bodily control. but this agent knows that reyhan's favorite is the head, if not reyhan themself. so could it be a lie? whether or not this agent still has affection for reyhan is utp. this agent is the only one at this time in cerb corp who knows of puppeteer's real identity, but due to reyhan's social capital and cover as puppeteer, the agent finds it hard to prove that reyhan is the anti-hero.

3. the hand. the one who has the misfortune of being constantly at odds with puppeteer. it does not help that the agent's powers are disadvantageous against the anti-hero, and in conclusion, most of their limbs are controlled by reyhan. reyhan uses it to their advantage, finding ways to keep an eye on the agent and control their limbs to cause chaos at random. the agent, however, has one perk the other obsessions do not. by being "tied-up" and forced to listen to reyhan's wild, meandering monologues, they have slowly pieced together what makes puppeteer tick and could figure out how to manipulate the manipulator.

4. the hips. the one who actually doesn't mind puppeteer. the agent pretends they dislike the anti-hero, and reyhan also acts as if they loathe the agent, when they both know they wouldn't truly hurt the other. also, puppeteer has helped this agent out in their encounters if an interloper intrudes on their private time. both are more than fine in letting the other go after playing their strange little charade. what's that saying again? it takes two to tango? this agent is courted by reyhan at lengths to leave cerberus and join them independently in hunting down the other obsessions. reyhan has promised if they do that, they would release control of all of the agent's limbs... and isn't it more fun to be two against the world? ( ashina. aka "goddess/diosa." )

5. the heel. the one who is reyhan's worst nightmare. this agent's ability is advantageous against reyhan's own, and reyhan loathes it. this agent is the first to have countered puppeteer's power, shocking reyhan to their core. even under reyhan's control, the agent fought against it long enough to leave a bite mark on reyhan's right hand, almost severing the joint of their thumb had reyhan not forced the agent's jaw to open in time. after the humbling (for half a second, reyhan does not do humble) defeat, they have deemed this agent their nemesis. the agent is reyhan's most destructive target; instead of coyly playing with them as per the other obsessions, reyhan is violently dead-set on utterly dominating and owning this agent's body to celebrate their conquest. ( phoenix. aka "kitten/gatito." )

[/end tw.]

— filled by @godenvy ( whirlpool ), @mincedoaths ( phoenix), @trajedyas ( ashina ). / 2 spots open for cerberus agents. ( the injuries/limb control will be discussed via plotting! )

the vigors. [1/6]

while famous for their craft, reyhan has also become a bit of a celebutante, synonymous with the coolest artsy scene of new york city. however, they're not alone. other young, fashionable, and trendy celebrities who are up-and-coming for their lavish parties, glitzy lifestyle, and luxe aura are now dubbed the new club kids after being seen together hanging out in popular nightspots. these muses are not part of reyhan's regular social circle and not part of their entourage, however, these muses all endeavor as a group to host the best parties nyc's nightlife has ever seen. their feelings towards one another are utp, but reyhan will position themselves in leadership roles when the new club kids get together to host events.

— filled by @iridescences ( lucidity ). / 5 spots open for muses with (in)famous professions related to arts, fashion, & celebrity culture.

the tremors. [1/6]

a soloist in a dance company must be surrounded by the corps to stand out, do they not? these muses are reyhan's """friends,""" but the people around them can see them for what they are. reyhan's entourage, those who are savvy in knowing reyhan's a great connection for climbing up that social ladder, especially in reputation-obsessed new york city. however, goals can blur when ""friendships"" become a toxic game of chicken and keeping up appearances becomes more and more of a mind game. how members of this group feel about each other is utp, but all of them defer to the "queen bee," reyhan (for now).competition, cattiness, gaslighting, gatekeeping, manipulating, straight-up lying, nothing is off-limits if it means crawling up to the top. reyhan isn't immune either, even if they have fashioned themselves as the head of their crew. betrayal can only come from your ""friends,"" after all.

— filled by @herbrokenmelodies ( songstress ). / 5 spots open for muses aged 30-35 looking to break into celebrity status.

the humors. [2/4]

reyhan has always seen themselves as the top billing, and somehow, they've managed to make actual friends in the process. yes, hold the presses; this isn't fake news. whether it's someone in the know of the ~celebrity experience~, or a passion for artistic enterprise, reyhan sees themselves reflected in your muse, making reyhan stick around. surprisingly, your muse has, too. however, reyhan is unabashedly selfish. even if there's a real connection, it doesn't always mean the bonds can't become severed...but maybe some bonds can be forged stronger.oh wait no it's reyhan lmao your muse has to have the patience of a saint

— filled by @loftycries ( savant ), @vrusk ( bespoke ) / 4 spots open for muses who are celebrities, (in)famous artists/performers, and/or stinkin' rich, or are real good pretenders.

𝓀𝑒𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓀𝒾-𝓉𝒶𝑒𝓀 𝒿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔.

division by zero. [2/?]

aka the loser's club. after being looked down on by their fellow higher-level agents and the public, these level 3 cerberus agents have come together to create a "support" group (honestly, it's more like a hangout group) to encourage each other. their collective goals are to rise in the company's ranks, look out for one another, and celebrate the lesser-known heroics of everyday life.they also hang out at least once every two weeks for movie nights, karaoke, and general fun. keegan is the "unofficial" organizer, but there is no leader within the group.

— filled by @justfreefalling ( amontons ), @firefightertj ( thor ). / unlimited spots open for level 3 cerberus agents with a low reputation in the company or who have a power considered "useless" to the public.

batello. [1/1]

the single level 1 agent who keegan has sworn to change their mind. although he normally doesn't let others' perception of him affect his mood, this level 1 agent is the outlier. he wants to prove himself to this individual and show that he is their equal. the level 1 agent thinks keegan is a travesty and has their own reasons as to why they do not wish keegan to rank up within the company.

— filled by @donewithflare ( flare )! / closed.

euclidean division. [0/1]

a level 1 or level 2 agent who personally saved keegan's life during one of his first missions back in 2018. keegan may or may not be crushing on them. (he's so crushing on them.) he is unable to speak in their presence and often becomes a klutz around this agent. it is utp if the agent is aware of keegan's crush, and if they're flattered, amused, disgusted, etc.! keegan will not hit on or make a move on the agent, as his shyness overtakes him in their interactions. this crush hinges on keegan putting the agent on a pedestal and may evolve into a different dynamic once both parties get to know each other personally.

— looking for connections! / 1 spot open for level 1-2 cerberus agents aged 36-43, employed in cerberus corp before 2018. no longer looking! thank you!

dimidiation. [1/1]

a primary mission partner of keegan's. their powers mesh well, and they have high success rates when teamed up. off the field, they also get along and spend lots of time together, spurring rumors that they're a couple. funnily enough, both keegan and this agent like each other but are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual. will they, won't they? all of cerb corp is watching and placing their bets.

— filled by @mincedoaths ( phoenix )! / closed.

fraction. [1/1]

[cw: addiction]

while keegan's power is helpful to agents to mitigate painful side effects, an eo may develop a reliance on splitter's pain suppression/transferal powers to deal with the burden of their ability's drawbacks. as a nurse practitioner, keegan feels obliged to help those who are hurting, but he feels conflicted that he might be enabling an unhealthy dependence for this person.

— filled by @vrusk ( bespoke )! / closed.

[/end cw.]

— looking for connections! / 1 spot open.

dividends. [2/?]

agent splitter is not a name on the lips of the level 1 cerberus agents, or even remembered by many. in fact, if reminded about the level 3 guy on rollerblades with a helmet and big shades, most level 1s would call keegan a clown, a fool. a parody, not a real hero. these muses may have teamed up with splitter in the past, but one thing's for sure: there's no respect before, during, and after. and why would there be for a guy who literally can't hurt anyone by himself?

— filled by @fatalled ( loveshot ) , @donewithflare ( flare ). / unlimited spots open.

𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑜 "𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓃" 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒶.

👋 [0/?]

ampi has been a vigilante since arriving in the big apple at 20, making friends who share her vision of using powers for good. however, throughout the years, there may have been falling outs. this muse used to work together with amparo but left her vigilante coalition due to differing opinions on justice. whether or not there is bad blood is utp.

— looking for connections! / unlimited spots open.

🫵 [1/3]

amparo has her sights set on these troublemakers who cause pain and chaos to the community. she'll do what she can to defeat them and bring them to justice. one could call these muses her "arch-nemeses."

— filled by @trajedyas ( daydream ) / 2 spots open for anti-heroes, villains, or any muse who has villainous aspirations.

🤝 [2/5]

amparo's current vigilante team centered on taking down megacorps that capitalize on eo's, such as cerberus, and now, andersen labs. they patrol their neighborhoods separately, but are aligned in their mission to expose the truth behind the "superhero industry." they protect civilians and must keep their identities a secret.

— filled by @mincedoaths ( dead ringer ), @somehazydaze ( haze ). / 3 spots open for vigilantes.

note: always open for general platonic, romantic interests, antagonistic connections unlisted in this post! please contact me via dm on discord. ✌️

last updated: 2023/12/04.

[donewithflare]

Smash or Pass! 💖all agents.💖 😘😈

"I'm doing fucking what?" Agent Flare growled as her hair and makeup team were adding the finishing touches. Her fingers were inches away from creating a minor explosion to inconvenience the whole set. However, her PR team reminded her how she needed to "soften" her image and seem "close" to the fellow Cerberus Agents. And of course they came up with the most convoluted plan yet.

"One...two...three...action." a director shouted as the cameras started rolling. Agent Flare sat in a film chair with a white background with prompt cards in her hand.

Her cheeks were aching from all the false smiling. Agent Flare sits up straighter and uses her best 'Disney Channel Voice' that she could. "Hi this is Agent Flare! You are watching Smash or Pass! On the JEST Network!"

And in that moment she felt apart of her soul die.

"I guess Round One is looking at the Level I Agents, oh how fucking fitting," Zaya pauses, "Oops I shouldn't swear...are you guys going to bleep that? Oh you are, let's fucking go then!" At lease Zaya would have the comfort of swearing through all these PR lies. With each name that she called out, their would be an graphic of the agent.

"Agent Whirpool. Pass, I just don't see their being a spark between water and explosions. He is...an agent who goes with his own flow. We aren't riding the same wave at all. Not now not ever!!

"Agent Lotus...smash. Think I would have to buy her dinner first? Who know...what do I fucking say about these things?" Zaya allows herself some mess ups for filler and gifs of her laughing to be used.

"Agent Hades...smash. Could you mange the heat? Fire and explosions, it just writes itself huh? Just plenty of fucking hot." Zaya winks playfully whilst laughing, her laughter really a cry for the pain she was in from all this.

"Agent Glimmer...pass. Sweet. But I'm someone who is a little more into spice." Comparing stuff to types of flavors always had lowkey sexual undertones, that's sort of shit the fanbase would eat up.

"Agent Winter...smash maybe? Like I feel like we could have a fun time, see this as something that the camera would love. So I guess smash?" she was trying her hardest to make herself more relatable.

"Agent Granite...pass...would be a pretty rocky relationship" Zaya shrugs,"That was a really bad fucking joke. Sorry not sorry."

"Agent Ymir, easy Smash, come on you all know that one is an easy one for me!" she acts faked flustered,"Oh stop, you know I like to keep things about us close to the chest. Oops I said too much already,next,"

"Agent Loveshot," Zaya pauses looking at the camera and pointing between where the graphic would be,"It would be a smash. A hot smash.He is hot, I'm hot. It is really simple math. People have seen how we fight together...I'll let fanfiction fill in the rest."

"Agent Prince Harry...pass, next..." she could only say some many nice things in a day and the thought made her stomach flip.

"Agent Viper..smash but pass. Does that make sense? I mean it could...but maybe for the best if we didn't?" She had no idea at what she was saying at this point.

"Agent Flare, I'm on this list? Well smash, duh," Zaya laughs knowing it as the only truth."

Round Two and Three became a blurr for her because anyone not a level three agent was not really worth her freaking time. Maybe some of the comments have more honest undertones then needed.

"Agent Andromeda...smash. Taking me to see other galaxies or some shit like that when we get in the sheets," she does another awkward wink to the camera.

Her soul was fucking dying. How many names to go?

"Agent Prometheus...pass, think we'd vibe in a different way." Zaya nods continuously at the screen.

"Agent Echo....smash. Could be such a beautiful memory.Maybe?"

"Agent OG...BIG PASS. I would break the soft boy," Zaya meant it

"Agent Lucidity...happened in a dream once. Smash," she hoped that people would understand the meme she was going on about. If not it was just a shot in the dark.

"Agent Cobra...pass. But they are super nice though More like a drinking buddy!"

"Agent Rain...again pass just think I would be too much for them. Though they might not mind getting a little..." Zay cuts herself off,"You can have that thought.

By the names...Zaya had no fucking clue who half these people were and was going on vibes,

"Agent Icarus...pass. Sorry may have flown a little too close to the sun,since you know...I'm pretty fucking hot."

"Agent Hermes...smash. Named after a greek god has got to tell you a lot. I mean come on...perfection." her tone a little higher. Damn she was lying through her teeth.

"Agent Phoenix...pass. No more questions. Next," she knew where they two of them stand with complete and utter loathing. No fucking need to even say anything nice there.

"Agent Delphi...smash. But I feel like it would be really romantic like. With talking, candles and feelings." Zaya nods believing it.

"Agent Legion...pass a cold beer because Legion we all know how we feel about Legion." She was not about to get deep thinking about parental feeling at all.

"Agent Jester...I'll be kind and say smash. Could be something interesting. Again the fanfictions is all I'm going to mention" Zaya shrugs speaking all the empty comments. Just what would get the her Flarey Lights hyped or some shit.

"Agent Billiard...pass. Sorry but somethings are just not meant to be."

Agent Wraith...pass..seems like someone you'd talk about things and stuff with?" She kept it vague.

"Agent Oracle...pass. I ain't fucking around with people with powers like that. No fucking way." Zaya dismisses.

"Agent..."Zaya pauses as the place where her heart is meant to be, She clears her throat,"Splitter...pass probably could be with someone way better. Might deserve better too."

"Agent Levitas....pass think they would levitate away from me. Never be the one chasing someone else!"

"Agent Knockout..pass. It would be too much for me to be able to handle."

"Agent Cupcake..smash...mmm look at those sweet cheeks. I mean I couldn't resist!" Zaya laughs harder, this was stupidity, please, please be over.

"Agent Reaper would be a pass." Zaya flips her hair ,"This hotness is not ready to meet the hands of death."

"Agent Amo..ntons..pass cause I can't even fucking pronounce the name. Like the fuck?" Zaya once again had no freaking idea this was.

AND FINALLY SHE WAS FINISHED. When out of the blue she heard familiar laughter feel the air. A sunken feeling hit as her blood began to boil.

"Wait a fucking second? Jester?! Jester set this fucking up? Just to see if I would smash them??" Agent Flare roared, sparks of explosions igniting in her hand,"Their ass better fucking run!!"

[somehazydaze]

Getting a Sweet Fix 🧁

who: Malakai & Agent Cupcake @disruptedlogic where: by the best place in the world Emilio's Cupcake Truck 🧁 when: Somewhere in the hours of the Night

Ever since the shit show of the Gala, Malakai may have taken it upon himself to do daily recon around Cerberus Corp. Just the usual, keep an eye out for anything suspicious, out of the haps or even gathering some entail from the little chit chats he'd hear around. It was always good to be in the know. Yet he knew that all the Agents were more than likely on their best damn behaviour or some crap like that, protect the image of the company or some corporate crap. Nope, even the thought of large corporations was making him feel queazy.

For his mini side quest, this time he kept it low-key, black hoodie and dark jeans. The only thing bright about him was his freshly dyed pink hair. He was a new year, new look kinda guy, always a chance to keep the look fresh. But at least it was not the bright pink suite that Ampi was still chewing his ear off about. Like it was his fault he looked good in the suit and the dramatic mask made a statement. A good looking statement. However, he was going to be a good boy and not draw attention to himself. New Year's Resolution...one that he knew that he was going to break sooner than later.

Recon so far was quiet...maybe it was the timings he picked. His first time slot was a little after breakfast rush and a little before lunchtime rush and his second slot just before evening rushes. Perfect times when Agents would be stuck at their desks having their mandatory breaks, so he could roughly guess the spots he didn't want to be seen. All about being lowkey, right? Being lowkey was hungry work after all. Malakai looks at his phone. Yeah...yeah he could call it a break. Even if he worked for 5 minutes. Apart of his Vigilante task, he was the one that made the rules. When Ampi wasn't around a least. Still he was a free soul and called for a little pick me up.

He stood in line with about three or four people ahead of him. Standing in line for the best place in the world. The people before him were stood before one of the greatest Agents that Cerb Corp could be blessed to have in their ranks. Forget the oh so greats of Hades, Granite, Ymir, Loveshot, Flare or Whirlpool. Nahh forget about them! This legend was were it was really at, Agent Cupcake. He was the one who kept it real. The only agent, Malakai had respect for! And maybe some merch...like a keychain or fanmade Funkopop...and the really creative gods of Etsy. Malakai finds himself bouncing up and down in line. You know totally keeping his chill.

One person now ahead of him in the queue. He was totally chill. The inner fanboy in him was chill. Unlike before, he had rehearsed his reply a few times in the mirror. Hands in the pocket, light nod with a 'Sup', make an order, pay his respects with a thank you....and maybe....just maybe get a handshake or a little salute. Oh heck yeah, that would be awesome. Stay cool and lowkey. All that Malakai had to do.

Then it was his turn in line. And he stood their frozen. Taking him a few moments to realise that he was next to be face to face with his all time favourite hero. Shaking it off, he muttered to himself,"C'mon Kai, chill and lowkey, chill and lowkey." He tells himself over and over like mantra. Shoving his hands in his pockets and when his eyes locked on Emilio his inner fanboy took over, "Ahhh hey!" he squeals out.

And game over...New Year's Resolution broken.

[fatalled]

@fiiregaze // [ LOVESHOT : HADES. ]

"Don't look now ... but the girls in the table over in the far right corner are taking our pictures."

Kyungseok smiles that picture perfect, PR trained smile. The one that gets him out of trouble, back into good graces, and his numbers climbing. The one Cerberus wants. He doesn't smile at them, however. That would defeat the point. He smiles at Seongyeol. The price to pay for an interview turning ... sour, according to the publicist. He wouldn't call it sour, he would call it short. There were pressing matters and he had to attend & he wasn't going to let an interview stand in the way of that.

"How long do you think we have to sit here? Long enough for them to get up the courage to come over here and start talking? Or ... once they upload those?"

His hands can't stay still, they spin the coffee cup around and around as his leg shakes with all this nervous, pent up energy. He can't sit still, always has to be doing something. This — is torture. Be nice, they said. Behave, they said. Act like you don't hate each other — Kyungseok, you especially. Anything to appeal the everwatching eye, right?

[fatalled]

— LOVESHOT & HADES // @fiiregaze WHERE: the grand opening of anderson labratories. WHEN: after the speech. WHO: hotshot .

the accusation — is bold. kyungseok feels his stomach twist into a knot. every word felt planned and practiced. and after everything that happened to night, kyungseok just takes it another punch in the mouth. experiments. that — that couldn't be true. it couldn't. without thinking, he reaches up and rubs at the scar underneath his jaw. a starburst — like a bullet had exploded right there, a kiss of flesh and metal but he didn't remember how he got it. if it even happened. ( nobody move! i said nobody fucking move! ) his hands twitch. kyungseok forces a breath before he turns and notices seongyeol not steps away. & only then smells the fire and smoke. where is his head? ( knocked around, rattled after what all fucking happened this evening. ghosts, ghouls, and cassian — )

"you look — christ, what happened?" & without thinking, he grabs his arm, concern already written across his features. "it's like one then and then another. are you okay?"

[fatalled]

[TEXT] - you’re LATE. / [TEXT] - i’m making dinner tonight, you should come over. / [TEXT] - what’s wrong with you?! ( kyungseok/seongyeol )

[TEXT] - you’re LATE.

[ SENT : 03:22AM to SEONGYEOL��💞 ] -> I KNOW. [ SENT : 03:22AM to SEONGYEOL🔥💞 ] -> I just can't leave her when she's like this. [ SENT : 04:06AM to SEONGYEOL🔥💞 ] -> It's already really late but I still want to see you. You should get your sleep. Nevermind. [ SENT : 04:25AM to SEONGYEOL🔥💞 ] -> I'll just see you at work.

[TEXT] - i’m making dinner tonight, you should come over.

[ SENT : 07:53PM to SEONGYEOL🔥💞 ] -> You're always making dinner. Is this a hint that should I pick something up?

[TEXT] - what’s wrong with you?!

[ READ : 12:13AM ]

[fatalled]

[ answered. ] @fiiregaze -> WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other.

you just left us there. kyungseok startles awake. his heart practically climbing out of his chest, slamming against his rib-cage. the edges of the nightmare still sharp, still haunting. they cut into the night, shaping a figure out of the overlapping shades in the dark. the voice was a soft darker whisper in his ear and the dripping shadows felt like fingertips, dead fingers unable to grab him, trap him, rip him to pieces. you just — you — you just left us there. he shoves back, pushing away from this — this — thing and his head smacking against the hand of another. the shade's hand? & he snatches it by the wrist before it can reach him. he's never been able to actually touch him and they have only ever show themselves in the fading delirium between waking and sleep. this one, however, is solid in his grip and he squeezes. the goal is to snap the wrist, break the bone, and — "kyungseok!" the world slowly puts itself back together and then snaps into reality with a sharp pain suddenly twisting through his own wrist. kyungseok gasps — and looks up. not a shade, not a nightmare, only seongyeol's features etched in worry. the night has still draped itself around them, the evening falling exhausted onto the couch. he hadn't meant to fall asleep, he hadn't meant to lose control. "i — i'm sorry." it's a ragged, hoarse sound. half a sob, half a gasp. the world clicks back together, piece by piece. "i'm ... i — i just ... i'm sorry. i didn't know it was you, i thought — i'm so sorry." & that shattered peace is brought back together with warm hands, solid and withstanding. seongyeol doesn't say anything as he pulls kyungseok back. a warmth seeps through those cracks, spilling through his temple, his cheek as he lets himself relax against him. kyungseok squeezes his eyes shut and turns his face into the long line of seongyeol's neck and inhales. the ghosts can't reach him here, the nightmares wobble against the heat, he's — okay, he's okay, he's okay. he does not believe it but right here, held between warm hands that press him close and refuse to let go, he almost could.

[fatalled]

@fiiregaze // [ LOVESHOT & HADES. ]

Kyungseok pulls the bowstring back with his finger through the loop, heartbeat fading into slow and even breaths. The space between him and that solitary target is far — far enough to be impressive to anyone but him. It hardly felt like a challenge. He wished for a challenge, wished for something to fucking happen that would make everything reorganize itself into it's proper place. The arrow, real and not made of blitzing pink energy, pulls back smoothly. He breathes in, holds, release.

He lets go and POW! Dead center on the target— right next to all the other ones. The last three targets were filled with arrows like a bristling porcupine. He's been here for hours. It's easier to use the provided bows than his own when he just wanted to clear his head without spending the energy it would take to do that or tracking through the training room. There were not as many archers within Cerberus — and even less that wanted to go toe-to-toe with him.

You would think that would fucking count for something. It didn't.

& Lately he can't make anything count for anything. Every mission has been a band-aid slapped onto of another band-aid and he has no idea what he's doing wrong. It's to fix your image — what was wrong with his image? The question keeps getting shrugged around. He's not friendly enough. He's not appealing enough. He's too distant, he's unrelatable, he's — he's — he's — his hand tightens on the grip. If he knew what was wrong, he would fix it! But then that — disaster at the signing. That mother practically blamed him for the riot, blamed him for the fire, blamed him for not saving her kid.

It didn't matter that he was too goddamn busy saving everyone else.

It didn't matter, it didn't count. POW! It didn't matter, it didn't count. POW! It didn't matter, it didn't count. POW! POW! POW!

He doesn't notice Seongyeol approaching. He barely hears him. The only thing he can hear is that it doesn't matter, nothing counts. It isn't enough. POW! it isn't enough. POW! it isn't — enough. POW!

It's a truth he's been avoiding his entire life. You are not enough.

His voice is low, rough: "If you're here to say something stupid, I'm going to put this between your eyes."

[fatalled]

KYUNGSEOK — seongyeol. ( @fiiregaze ) LOCATION: On Route to Hospital. TIME: 2018, 5 years ago.

Kyungseok slams his boot on the gas as he turns the steering wheel hard, cranking it as far to the right as it can go. The vehicle turns almost too fast but thank fucking god Kyungseok knows how to aim. The blood roars in his ears, his heart practically climbing up his throat. The speedometer keeps climbing and it still does not feel fast enough. This fucking thing isn't meant for speed! Transport, structure, safety — not a getaway truck. One hand white knuckles the steering wheel, the other reaches out and grabs onto the front of Seongyeol's uniform, keeping him from slamming into the window. There's blood ... everywhere. This was not supposed to fucking happen!

"Hey! Hey, stay with me! Seongyeol! Seongyeol!" Faster. He had to get to a hospital, a healer. Faster, can't this thing go any faster? The blood on his hands makes his stomach twist into knots. Kyungseok is no stranger to blood but — there is so much. Everything happened at once. A simple transport job turned into a robbery, into a shootout, into a bloodbath. ( Unfortunately, not all of it is Seongyeol's. There was a driver before Kyungseok. He shoves that thought out of his mind. That was a choice he made, adding another ghost to keep him up at night. )

Sirens screech behind them, people scream and Kyungseok flinches at the gunshots that echo, echo, echo behind them. There is nothing he can do about that now. He had to finish this fucking mission and not let Seongyeol die. ( This is your fault. If he dies, this your fault. This is your faul—) This was not supposed to happen. He can't stop looking to Seongyeol. He had packed the wound as best he could, the rest first aid kit left scattered out somewhere in the road where everything went wrong. He should have been watching, he should have seen it, he should have known!

They had been stupid enough to trust the transporting detail. One of the guards — Kyungseok blinks, grits his teeth and tries to push the truck faster. He hadn't been paying attention. All this useless pride about being able to read people and he missed it. He missed it. He missed it. They waited until their partners on the outside fired those first gunshots, waited until Seongyeol went to protect them, waited for that moment to drive the knife home.

& The arrow that split his skull came too late.

"What happened? What the fuck ..." He's starting to lose the grip of control he keeps. He's half talking to himself. "That shouldn't have happened. Why didn't ... No one checked the guards?"

[fatalled]

LOVESHOT & HADES // @fiiregaze

it's almost strange, sitting here & watching him. kyungseok has watched him for years but it feels like they've never done this before. there's almost that slight anticipation of a first date — well, not entirely true. there were a few weekends here and there throughout the years that they've managed to get away without too much attention. but never in the city and never where they ran the chance of getting recognized. but seongyeol had done his research & they are situated away from the door, half hidden away by a wall and vibrant green plants that toss their leafy tendrils off the side. the cafe sits cozy in its own little corner, setting a much different atmosphere than what he's used to with most cafes. but seongyeol did not settle for just any place. ( and maybe that's one of the reasons kyungseok found himself pulling closer. he didn't just settle, you had to be worth something. & maybe kyungseok wants to prove that he is. )

picking up his fork, kyungseok reaches over the table and grabs a piece of seongyeol's dessert. just a bit off the corner. just enough to taste it. the smile there at the corner of his mouth feels like the first time he's smiled in a week. maybe longer. the world falls away & time slows down when he's settled next to him. "i like this." and he pauses before going in for another piece. "feels like it's been forever since we've been able to do this." and it's hard to say whose fault that truly is. the blame could put at both of their feet — they're always working, always busy, always putting that image of level one cerberus agents first. and they — the two of them together — always seemed to come second.

[fatalled]

LOVESHOT & HADES // @fiiregaze

"Keep up, Grandpa." Kyungseok calls over his shoulder. A long glance, long enough to meet those dark eyes and flash that smirk of his. Long enough to let him know that he's looking and he likes what he sees. That is all they can get away with. "I don't want to have to stop and give you time to catch up."

[arch-godenvy]

smash or pass all level agents for cass 🤪🤙

cassian / whirlpool — i mean. smash. ariadne / lotus — got little brother zoned so pass. seongyeol / hades — see above. pass cecelia / glimmer — smash. milania / winter — smash but he's scared of her. imara / granite — pass she hates him. sangwoo / ymir — probably also got little brother zoned by him so pass. kyungseok / loveshot — would smash if not for the very fragile friendship they have, if it can even be called such. will settle for getting into physical fights with him if it means they can be close. has thought about it though. will never ever voice it. raphael / prince harry — contrary to popular belief, cassian does ocassionally value his own well being so pass. ariya / viper — same as above. pass. zaya / flare — pass but respects her.

valeria / andromeda — smash. robyn / prometheus — honestly? yeah smash. remi / echo — pass. sees them as a friend. omar / og — smash after a date. talia / lucidity — pass. leo / cobra — pass. miyoung / saja — pass. esen / rain — smash. nicholas / icarus — pass. kenji / hermes — hm. pass. amar / pheonix — little brother zoned. pass. stella / delphi — smash after a date and then will make breakfast. abraham / legion — pass. geneveive / jester — hard pass. saint / billiard — would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about it. smash. bellamy / wraith — sister coded. pass. dolly / oracle — smash but not if she offers to read his cards. keegan / splitter — pass jodi / levitas — smash. yeah. laia / knockout — smash.  emilio / cupcake — pass.  zoya / reaper — pass. sabryna / amontons — pass.

[fatalled]

「 KYUNGSEOK — & saint. ( @agentbilliard ) 」 CLOSED HALLOWEEN STARTER. LOCATION: TRICK 'R' TREAT ROUTE.

They are nearly done. & Kyungseok is more than ready to be done.

"Can we see your bow now?" One of the kids next to him asks, looking up through his skeletal mask. His face is already smudged from how many times he's been adjusting his mask. It's been one of the biggest questions of the night. Can I see your bow? Show us your bow! Can we see it now? Can I hold the bow? I wanna shoot it! The entire route had been filled with questions. They either wanted to see the bow or they wanted to know what the other heroes were doing.

Kyungseok flashes a smile, the one most practiced for Loveshot.

"That wasn't part of the deal, my friend. A hero keeps his word, right? Once we finish the route and head back, then I will show you the bow."

"But that'll take for-ehv-er!" The long words are enuciated with heavy, dragging steps. Their light-up sneakers engaging with every stomp.

"He said we have to wait! We gotta be patient!" The little girl holding onto his hand says, trying to have a conversation around Kyungseok. She was dressed nearly the same as Loveshot except someone had added a cape, sparkles, and a mask. ( Kyungseok did not wear mask. It interfered with his periphery. All of the costumes, however, added a mask. ) The pink and glittery bow in her other hand rattled against her plastic pumpkin. You're favorite color is pink and so is mine! had been the first thing she said to him after bolting across the lawn as soon as he showed up.

She is the daughter of some senator, some politician, someone up in those ranks with enough money to pull enough strings to get Cerberus to look. Heroes, they wanted. Heroes for their children. Nothing but the best for their kids. ( A smoke screen. Kyungseok knew he was there because they did not want to be there. Their children were an inconvenience that beheld them to tradition. My child has to go trick or treating but I won't be the one taking them. ) All ten of them, walking in a haphazard line up the street, were the children of the rich and famous.

Maybe that is what he lets her hold onto his hand. He had been the child of an important person and it nearly cost him his life.

"Patience is a virtue that every hero needs. It's just powers or being strong. The things you can't see are also important. Waiting is hard, I know, but the reward is often worth it."

"Waiting is boring!" Another kid pipes up. She is dressed in a mixture costumes that seem to range from Hades to Granite to Glimmer. "Show us now! Show us fire! Can you shoot fire? Or-or water too? Can, can Whirlpool also do ice if he ... if he can ... if he has cold water?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I'll have to ask him the next time I can see him but Ymir can control ice while Whirlpool can control water. I can't do any of that."

"Why not?"

"Those aren't my powers. Those belong to my friends. I shoot arrows, that's all I do." Extremely well and extremely capably but a child is always going to want flash. The bow is his flash but he isn't going to summon it here. It required concentration and calm. He wouldn't be able to focus on the kids and that is where he needed to have his full attention.

"That's kinda lame. My dad—my dad said ... he said that heroes have to do what we ... we say. So, really, I'm your boss."

"Wow," he keeps the smile on. "A sudden change in management."

"Yeah, so, as your boss. You have to show me your bow."

"I will show you the bow after a few more houses, my friend. I promise. Boss."

The next house glitters with orange lights and flickering pumpkins. Ghosts hold their arms out, haunting the gravestones that litter the yard. Kyungseok squeezes the little girl's hand and sends her off with the group up the steps in order to ring the doorbell. He stands back with his ... partner. Agent Billiard. Telekinesis although the mission report log hadn't been too impressive. He hadn't seen him around, honestly. & if Kyungseok is being honest, he didn't take the time to learn the Level III agents. They were ... well, to put it bluntly, beneath him.

"I am ... ready to leave. Do you think they would notice if we cut it a few houses short?"