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Mercy stuck out like a sore thumb on this damn base. They were technically a criminal, but a skilled criminal, and a damn good interrogator. To avoid jail, they were enlisted on the short leash. What are crimes committed by the state anyways...

They've heard the story about a dozen times on their way from Mexico to here. was sure it was either a load of BS or something was missing or both really. Mercy was just going to sit behind this building where everyone would stop staring at them and smoke and drink their coffee -Because in their line or work you're either a nicotine or a caffeine addict and often both.-

So there they were slav-squatting next to a masked man having a panic attack, they thought he hadnt even noticed them, before taking a drag, blowing the smoke away from them both, and actually saying something.

"Im Mercy. Ironic i know." she states, holding out their free hand. "Shake my hand." it was framed like an order.

open rp!!!!! simon crash out. sorry guys it had to be done

(Simon feels sick. He's felt sick since Price approached him about that damned op. It's just a bit of recon. A quick in-and-out. You've dealt with these sorts before. It'll be fine. You'll be fine.)

(Well, he's not fucking fine.)

(He was briefed by Mexican officials. How is it possible to keep a soldier so closely intertwined with your military operations while also keeping him at arm's length? He feels like a rabid dog, secured only by Price's leash. They looked at him warily, as if he might bite their heads off if they got too close. Simon can’t blame them too much; he would have.)

(The op went well — really, it did. He got what the damn bastards needed. It's the chatter after, what did him in. It's a little hard to remain inconspicuous when you're wearing a skull mask. He thought he'd have to knock out his pilot and fly the helo back to base himself if the bloke kept rambling on about The Ghost. Roba is ancient history. How aren't they sick of the same fucking story by now?)

(Simon wants to spit in the faces of the brass that dragged him out there. He thinks if Price gives him that pitying look again, he'll puke. Back in Credenhill, he opts to split his knuckles open on the gym's punching bag. It doesn't help. Neither does tea, jogging, or a smoke. He starts to unravel behind the building at midday after letting the recruits off drills early. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe—)

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@songshieldandselfcare gets a fish out of water for Dorian!!! Finally!!!

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Something off was happening in the badlands. Well, something off was allways happening In the badlands, but this was considerably off-off. There had been a meteor shower passing over night city and the surrounding inhospitable lands around it, and jack had the idea to park both their cars out as far as possible to see perhaps even a glimpse.

And then ya know, some fucking weird shit happened and now they both were looking over the gasping blue body of someone out of this world.

“Damn Jackie, we cannot catch a break.” V sighs, rubbing their eyes.

“This might be our break! A real life, extraterrestrial, in the flesh and sheer shirt like cmon v” Jackie is as emotive with his words than ever.

V turns back to the blue figure. “You okay?”

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@yourheroicprinces Has a hades for my Persephone! sunyoung

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"You should really take better care of these plants." They couldn't be seen as the other god walked into the home, but what could be was once dead plants, lush and thriving now despite the darkness. "One day they'll stay dead forever." They come down from their perch on an armchair to greet the god they co-inhabited the space with on occasion

It was winter after all, and the first snow was falling on earth.

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He took a moment, just laying on the bench for a bit catching his breath. Feeling sweaty and a little cold -the gym was always running cold as fuck- Jiwoo sits up, propping himself up on his arms for a moment.

"I guess. I have a spotter now, atleast." Jiwoo agrees, shrugging. "I just couldnt sleep. nothing else was really working so it was gym time."

He looks up at him from the bench, arms feeling like limp noodles and panting a little, He chuckles at the 'gotten yourself killed' comment. "I doubt it would end that badly." He sighs as he sits up.

"fuck." He groans, damn his arms hurt. "Why are you here anyways? its like three in the morning"

Not to mention that he was also here. Maybe they both couldn't get any sleep. It was still weird he didn't even see the man enter the gym. but those weird misalignments didn't bother him too much at the moment.

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He looks up at him from the bench, arms feeling like limp noodles and panting a little, He chuckles at the 'gotten yourself killed' comment. "I doubt it would end that badly." He sighs as he sits up.

"fuck." He groans, damn his arms hurt. "Why are you here anyways? its like three in the morning"

Not to mention that he was also here. Maybe they both couldn't get any sleep. It was still weird he didn't even see the man enter the gym. but those weird misalignments didn't bother him too much at the moment.

He doesn't usually do the whole 'going to the gym at 2am' Business. But... Well, He was having some trouble sleeping, inspiration wouldn't hit and he had done everything to try and get back to sleep.

So he's at the gym

when no one else is there.

He usually has a spotter for bench pressing but, well, no one is in. But he was being safe until he kinda wasn't, too many reps and he's there struggling until the bar is suddenly lifted back up like it isn't anything heavy.

"Shit! König, you scared the shit out of me." He gasps

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He is two steps back before he hears the man ask for one more thing. He listens to the title -He supposed it was the title- and tilts his head, thinking face on for a little bit trying to think.

"It doesnt sound too familiar but..." he states, turning in a direction and starting off in that direction, motioning for the taller to follow. "We do have a small folklore section, and it is Mostly European."

He leads him to a more secluded part of the library, some spot in a back corner enclosed at three sides by books, not really like he felt unsafe with the man. Doing jazz hands to the sign reading Folklore he turned back to him. "If youre looking for that in specific alot of the smaller folklore books are online though!"

Elliot nods at the words of gratitude, though not in any language he knew well enough to converse in.

“Oh yeah, of course!” He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, One of the many things he does to stim in a very unstimulating interior. “There’s some chairs back by the windows that way. You can see the river and everything.”

“If you need anything else just let me or one of my colleagues know.” He smiled again. It’s a wonder how his face doesn’t feel tired

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He doesn't usually do the whole 'going to the gym at 2am' Business. But... Well, He was having some trouble sleeping, inspiration wouldn't hit and he had done everything to try and get back to sleep.

So he's at the gym

when no one else is there.

He usually has a spotter for bench pressing but, well, no one is in. But he was being safe until he kinda wasn't, too many reps and he's there struggling until the bar is suddenly lifted back up like it isn't anything heavy.

"Shit! König, you scared the shit out of me." He gasps

"Oh-I -uh.." the notion of the man asking him out to dinner was making him blush even harder, it starting to creep further across his face and even onto his ears.

No matter how much he wanted to actually go out to dinner with this man -platonic or otherwise-, to draw his form in sketchbook after sketchbook, There was an unease. What if his admirer... God why is he thinking this... What if he stopped? And what if he'd never feel that same small thrill and love again?

His phone rings in his gym bag and he nearly jumps at the sudden vibration. Looking at the contact, he swore slightly under his breath. AGENT. in big loud letters. He missed the meeting, by a lot actually.

"Next time, Maybe?" He smiles back up at the man, before turning away and walking out of the gym in a hurry. He could still be heard as he walks down the busy street at the front of the gym, getting farther and farther away...

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Some Jiwoo and Konig headcanons for @konigisking because i fucking want to! (including intamacy hc so minors DNI)

Pre-Discovery 

Konig gets his hands on Jiwoos Spotify data and listens to his playlists, especially the inspiration one 

Hymn To Virgil is on repeat for the both of them, for different reasons i think

It's negligible if Jiwoo gets followed on his trips to see his mother and Halmeoni, good thing Seoul has alot of Un-Secured cameras…

His phone is tapped, OBVI, and jiwoo is a treasure to hear when he's talking in korean, it just needs a little translation

Strawberry Matcha Latte with two pumps cherry in the little small cafe across from his building. He doesnt have a good taste for matcha and has to sweeten it with strawberry milk and cherry syrup

Also he brings his own glass cup so you can see the pink and green

Jiwoo is a little bit of a cry baby when he gets frustrated with a painting, so he’ll like cry paint sometime and it's concerning.

Jiwoo spends too much time in the studio and has to walk home about 2 times a week and therefore gets ‘stalked home’ from Konig to make sure he gets home safely

There are chiding messages though 

Friendship:

The first time Konig sits for a painting Jiwoo is so nervous his strokes are all jittery and short 

The running joke of never being able to go out for dinner

ALSO them both being so nervous when Konig finally sits for a nude painting (Semi nude i guess bc his facemask is still on) theyre both blushing messes 

Konig coming to a fancy art show completely under dressed and Jiwoo is wearing a midriff showing shirt in his outfit and konig -accidentally- lays his hand on his bare skin and cannot get the feeling out of his head for MONTHS bc thats the first time he touches more than just his hands

KONIG PLANT SITTING FOR JIWOO AND DOING ‘NAUGHTY THINGS’ IN HIS APARTMENT 

Post-Discovery:

Jiwoo is such an acts of service lover, so when konig inevitably moves into his flat he makes him dinner almost every night and wakes him up with a hot tea at his bedside

Jiwoo is ineveitbly going to dedicated a sketchbook to him YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS ONE

Intamacy:

When -not if, when- Konig starts crying in bed jiwoo is on top of him and he like presses his forehead to his and starts praising and comforting him

Jiwoo needs to coach konig on how to respond when he gets bratty.

They do an experiment where jiwoo is down to drop everything to have sex if konig says something like ‘i want you’ and after like konig saying that for the sixth time that day Jiwoo is just like ‘Fuck dude i cant keep up gimmie a breather’

Jiwoo is such a pain slut, so ‘its too big’ Is definitely a praise and not a ‘stop’. 

Konig after a while realizing that saying ‘Ill make it fit’ is the biggest turn on to jiji

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"Oh-I -uh.." the notion of the man asking him out to dinner was making him blush even harder, it starting to creep further across his face and even onto his ears.

No matter how much he wanted to actually go out to dinner with this man -platonic or otherwise-, to draw his form in sketchbook after sketchbook, There was an unease. What if his admirer... God why is he thinking this... What if he stopped? And what if he'd never feel that same small thrill and love again?

His phone rings in his gym bag and he nearly jumps at the sudden vibration. Looking at the contact, he swore slightly under his breath. AGENT. in big loud letters. He missed the meeting, by a lot actually.

"Next time, Maybe?" He smiles back up at the man, before turning away and walking out of the gym in a hurry. He could still be heard as he walks down the busy street at the front of the gym, getting farther and farther away...

There were those dimples he loved so much. And, oh, the way a lock a hair fell to his forehead when he looked down at the pressed flower in his hands - it takes everything in König not to brush it back behind his ear.

He hums, nodding along with both new information and old. He'd let Jiwoo speak for hours, if he could. In fact, he'd listened in on phone calls just to hear his voice. So, to think that the artist was somehow nervous about this? Well, it's foolish.

"You owe me." As much as his voice says he's joking, he's not sure if he is or not. "Dinner?"

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🎲🎲🎲 (1 for elliot, mal, and jiwoo pls)

Elliot is really fortunate to be able to see his grandparents in korea for holidays and its a low key tradition that he gets dressed in Hanbok and does a tea ceremony for them to show his appreciation for them. The hanbok he wears has been baby blue since he started doing it when he was 15.

Malaika has a secret twin brother. They only really heard about them when (in their OG John Wick verse) they were granted the ability to work outside the Ruska Roma to receive their medical doctorate. Malaika and Amani Sakala were once inseparable, so now they feel the need to reconnect

Jiwoo, When his Mother was deported in the spring of his junior year of highschool struck up a deal with his older korean landlady that he could pay half the rent and the rest would be given back to her when he ‘became a real artist’ and he, at 33, had finally gotten to the point where he could pay the 15k in back rent but the landlady had refused.

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Factoïd

Send 🎲 for a random fact about my muse.

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[Mal: I might need to appoint myself your new tour guide. Studying here for as long as I have makes me pretty qualified.]

Their texting language seems dry, but they joke.

[Mal: I know afew people who work at the opera house. Was going to go see a ballet alone but if you’d like to join I can contact some people about getting you in.]

Another low stakes proposition, though Malaika knows she will have to tell him the dress code is /very formal/. It’s not as bad as it was in Moscow but being in the vacinity, with the culture of ballet being something to dress up to see, it gets abit.. fancy

[Mal: you might need your formal uniform if you’d like to go]

Looking down at the text notifications after a moment, They smile crookedly, only slightly. Malaika had rarely heard those words from anyone. It was always something she should be doing, which made the achievement not as special.

[Mal: Thank you. 7 years is a long time.]

and special forces, well it made sense. dude looks built like a brick wall.

[Mal: So are you only stationed here for a limited time? Well, its not like you're going to be able to fly out soon with the winter storm hitting tomorrow.]

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He smiles crookedly, shyly even, at the mention of the flower. If one had the eye for it, they could see his dimples on his cheek when he smiled. He nods, looking back down at it.

"Yeah, a -uh- friend gave it to me." He cant find the words for what his secret admirer was and in all honesty, he didn't want to be a brag about it either. Oh yes i have a secret admirer no its not weird. "Its my favorite flower." He mentions, like it was nothing at all, like he didn't have a bouquet of them on his counter every time it was spring.

"My mom is really into flower language, and she sends me them all the time. In Korea, they're a symbol of change and new beginnings. Ya kno, spring and all."

"Sorry, I'm talking your ear off." He chuckles a little bit. "Thanks for noticing i dropped it, i would be stranded otherwise."

König is trying hard to push down the giddy smile that grows on his face. Beautiful, Jiwoo says, and he is oh so right. A masterpiece, if König had any say in it - the way he carried himself when he thought no one was looking, how sweet he was to the barista that made his drink, how he kept fussing nervously.

"Hmm." A hum rumbles from his chest, thinking over revealing just a bit more about how much he'd been watching the man. König needed to keep him safe, after all.

"When I can be. My schedule can be busy." He pauses before offering more.

"That flower - it was a gift?"

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calloused hand in calloused hand, it was only a moment but it felt nice to have some contact. Jiwoo was a bit of a hermit sometimes, so physical touch was few and far between. But he notably didn't linger.

And the other has an accent! Jiji was prone to seeing the beauty in everyone, really, and he loves it. Muscular man with an accent, what an amazing muse-artist partnership they would have if jiji wasn't a coward.

"Oh yeah." his blush deepens slightly as his eyes look down at the passkey holder in his hands now. " An artist must be beautiful in his own way, yakno."

"You're here a lot too, right?" he noticed, of course.

clipping the bus pass back onto his carabiner, he takes a moment to look at the pressed flower, inspecting it like it couldve been damaged, but it was the same.

He's lost for too long in the way that Jiji smiled, the way his face turned König's new favorite color of pink, and then finally, when he offered his hand to shake.

No longer content to sit on the sidelines and watch, he thought he'd be taking a risk in starting a conversation but now? To be touching him? There were some days where König felt like God's unluckiest soldier, but not today.

For once, he's thankful that he's not wearing gloves as he took the offered hand.

"König."

He contemplated giving his first name, not the one he hid behind, but it would be too close, too personal.

"You are here often, ja?"

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@konigisking I didn’t wanna spam you by posting the full boards but 🫣🫣🫣 (also I am gonna make an Elliot one soon)

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Looking down at the text notifications after a moment, They smile crookedly, only slightly. Malaika had rarely heard those words from anyone. It was always something she should be doing, which made the achievement not as special.

[Mal: Thank you. 7 years is a long time.]

and special forces, well it made sense. dude looks built like a brick wall.

[Mal: So are you only stationed here for a limited time? Well, its not like you're going to be able to fly out soon with the winter storm hitting tomorrow.]

Conversations like this are easier at night, when the world feels quieter, less demanding. It was an exhausting day of training, but the soreness in his muscles gave him something to be proud of, too.

[König: Ah, a doctor. That is very impressive. You must have studied for a long time. ]

[König: And ja, I am. Special Forces.]

He stops there, unsure how much he wants to reveal. People like Malaika, people who heal rather than destroy, don’t usually like knowing the details of what he does.

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is it weird that the idea of their little gift giving paramour... excited Jiwoo?

Like he knew that this could go south at any moment, but it had been so long since someone actually gave a shit about him that wasn't just being a fan of his paintings or like wanting something out of him. Even the little 'you shouldn't walk alone at night' note in was Ominous but... fuck is this a kink thing? god.

The flower though, was something precious. It was a daffodil, and they were significant. Every time he had made it into a gallery or even had a solo show, his mother would send daffodils. So having a pressed one... it instantly was gently slid into his metro-card-holder thing so that he could see it as much as possible.

That, is what he had dropped, it somehow being dislodged from its usual spot on his keys. He turned and immediately blushed.

God, it was this guy..

He had stolen long glances at this guy when they were both at the gym and he was enraptured, in some small way, with their musculature. He had so wanted to ask the man if they could... well. help him with anatomy sketches. But he was intimidated.

"oh um. thanks." He noticed he's holding it daffodil up. fuck.

"Im Jiji, by the way." He offers his hand awkwardly.

[ open rp - stalker!könig ]

Ever since he was a child, König was obsessive. He would devour any and all of something - whether it be binge watching a tv show and then reading all the theories and writer's notes, or finding manuals and videos on how something worked until he could learn no more.

His interests consumed him.

And so it goes that, you were König's newest interest. He tells himself it's innocent, just curiosity. But that is a lie.

He shouldn't be watching, he knows this. Not as he learns your typical routine, the people you associate with, the way you take your coffee. Yet he follows, silent except for the way his breath hitches when you turn your head too quickly and he risks being caught.

You're so perfect like this - unaware, unguarded. It would be so easy for König to reach out and just take.

Instead, he leaves little notes and gifts- a pressed flower in your gym bag, 'you shouldn't walk alone at night' slid under the door of your room.

Until finally, it is König clearing his throat behind you, somehow otherwise silent until now.

"Ach, you dropped this."