starry-marshmallow

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I’ve been working on all the requests, and a very special commission, for ages now- and in my case, writing fics I’m satisfied with requires me to warm up each session of writing. Before I write my fics, I warm up and get all the ick out on this fic- one that I never thought would actually see the light of day. But as it turns out, only twenty minutes of editing to fix grammar, spelling, and changing the pronouns makes this.

Here’s some of yandere Luciel rolling with the punches of a calculating darling. A calculating darling who just wants some snacks and some alone time. 

Warning: Electroshocks.

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You collapse onto the chair closest to the front door. It’s not as comfortable as the couch, a room or whatever a way, but who cares? Closest chair is best chair. 

The room is… Humid, but that’s more of summer air than anything nefarious. Though it does mean you should bother to lift the bag you came home with slightly, emptying the contents onto the counter. Two measly snacks, and a pack of gum.

Not much but… Its a kinda day where you just need your favourite kind of candy and the most convenient crunchy food in the aisle. 

Scanning the house silently, you note that several things are out of place. One of the clean cups you left out this morning had some risidual shininess- like it still hadn’t dried from this morning, and a drawer you purposefully left open this morning has been shut.

Small things. 

Enough things to know someone is in your home. 

And considering how they haven’t jumped you or blown up a bomb, you know exactly who it is. 

Luciel was a frequent, though non-threatening nuisance. A stalker who usually stuck to following you around, outside of your home, but every few months or so, would break in. You think he just wants the attention or the shock value of breaking in and being caught. So you refuse to give it to him. You talk casually, composed- overthinking your interactions a bit, if you’re honest. 

All in good cause: The art of diplomacy is saying “nice doggy” until you find a big enough stick to beat him with. Police tend to work, calling them for breaking and entering has him leaving before they arrive. Though you’d quickly gotten fed up with him after the second time, and bought a taser. Hadn’t had a visit from him since. 

Until today, you groan, propping your legs up on another bar-stool, and dropping your snacks off on the counter. Your taser stays close to you, ready for you to grab, as you pull out some chopsticks to eat your cheetos. You groan from the amount of effort it took for you to open the damn snack, enjoying the puffy junk food. You feel half dead in the chair, eating like a zombie, complete with the annoyed groans when you hear footsteps get up from the couch.

“Aw, poor baby!” A voice calls out from the living room, audibly walking from the open concept living room to the kitchen in a few steps. 

You bristle: “Don’t. Call me that.” 

“So moody…” He whines, making a point to say as much in English rather than his first language- just so you would know how he felt, no doubt. Luciel Choi is the most dramatic, clingy, annoying stalker you’ve ever fathomed- let alone had the displeasure of having successfully invade your home.

“I… Am having a day. I am having a day, and it is a day that is daying.”

“Day that is daying? Is that a common phrase?”

“Yeah. So: you’ll excuse me if I’m not chatty as I eat my dollar store junk food…”

“Cheeto puffs and cherry cordials… The sulk food of kings.” Luciel replies sardonically, walking closer, picking up the box of cherry cordials and ripping along the side. “How can you eat this stuff? These candies taste like cough medicine and dust-bunnies.”

“How do you know those words but not ‘daying’?” you sigh, popping a couple chocolates out of the box, and into your mouth.

“Probably because it’s not a real word. You talk funny. And make stuff up a lot, which is kinda cute in its own way-”

“-If you have to be here can you at least be quiet? Watch a show or something on the TV, I’m not using it right now- But quietly.” You groan kicking gently to scoot your chair further away from the man, and taking your cheeto snacks with you. 

Luciel pouts at your playful avoidance, and you stick the tip of your tongue out as you dramatically shoo him away with your hand! He pantomimes crying, clutching his heart as if you’ve fatally wounded him! You reward the behaviour with a sigh through your nose, the kind universally accepted as somewhat-almost-laughing. Luciel, at the tiniest hint of attention, bares down on the pantomime: Yellow eyes wide and watery as he refuses to blink, adding some “tears” to his crying, as he falls to the floor, clutching his heart as he turns out and away from you towards an imaginary audience! 

Playfully, you pretend to kick him while he’s on the floor, missing by a country mile- And Luciel accepts your offer to stage combat, rolling dramatically away in a flailing ball of limbs and hoodie strings! His glasses clatter to the floor, ending the scene.

Luciel sits upright, bowing dramatically as you click your chopsticks in applause!

You’re not completely stupid- you won’t actually let your guard down. But its easier to escape in these kinds of weird situations if they think you’re an unaware dumbass who couldn’t care less. And, in your defence, it just keeps working. 

You just keep having people who cross your boundaries, and your “pure of heart, dumb of ass” persona just keeps tricking them. That is the whole point, of course, but it’s easy to sympathise with them. Most of the people who bully your way into your life don’t want war and fighting, they just want peace…

Course, when its gained by the assumption than one of the people has significantly more power than the other, its more of a strained peace.

You’re jolted out of your thoughts when you notice Luciel has gotten up- suddenly acutely aware of the situation again. He gestures to the barstool currently being used to prop your feet up. 

You drop your feet from it, and down to plant firmly on the floor as he takes his seat, mirroring your sitting- though without any chip bags in his hand, his posture is more slouched over the counter as he looks at you, still smiling from your play fighting. 

“Can I give you a scalp massage?” he asks suddenly. 

“Touch me and die.” You laugh, eating another cheeto. 

“But-”

“-Touch my hair, and I will actually fucking beat you to death.” You warn, reaching for your keychain, clicking the safety off the taser. Your snacks are secondary to your safety. Luciel stops, as if paused mid action- his hand slowly dropping to his side as he hops off the barstool, and wanders off.

You don’t stop staring until he wanders off the hallway, leaving the door to your apartment wide open. You run up to close it before he can get back in! 

You slam the door shut- just in time, as you imidietly feel him jiggle the doorknob, the door opening as he twists it- You twist it back, shoving yourself against the door with all your weight! You cannot let him in again after showing him the taser. You slam yourself harder as you feel his fists bang on the door next to your head, trying to push you out of the way and open the door!

You reach for the lock- if you can lock the door and bait him into trying to break it down, it will give you time for the police to come and catch him this time. 

The door cracks open- you slam it shut again! Your fingers twist around the lock as you try and line up the door with the frame! You slam harder as you feel his fists bang- you twist- it catches on the doorframe- 

A final shove-  And you twist the lock-

It catches on the doorframe again-! 

The stub of metal is fully out of the door, prying it open- no matter how hard to try and stabilise yourself, Luciel takes the moment to force it open! You can’t close it in time, as Luciel slams open the door! 

You retreat, away from the door that slams into the wall with a crack. 

You grasp the taser in your hand, finger running over the safety to make sure you clicked it off already.

 You lunge at him- taser crackling loudly as you plant it firmly into his side, holding the button down! You dig the metal teeth deep into his side, snarling as you hold the button, growling as you feel his hands grip your arms!

You force the taser harder into his side, snapping your teeth at the hands on your arms! The grip tightens as he moves your arms away from his side- making an only mildly pained noise when you jab him in the side with the metal prongs again, crackling deafeningly loud as the taser tries to find its target. 

You jab- again and again and again- Why isn’t he stunned?! 

He’s still moving as he wrenches your arms away from his side and snatches the taser from you! He holds it in his hand for only a second before turning it back on you- shocking you in the arm. 

You yelp, retracting your arm instinctively!  Luciel walks backwards, never taking his eyes off you as he reaches behind himself with his foot and kicks the front door shut. The taser stays off, though primed to shock you again if you try anything. 

“Lock the door.” He orders, staring at you, and pressing the metal prongs into your shoulder as warning. With your one free hand, you do as he says- locking the door. 

He lets out an affirmative hum, retracting the taser so the metal doesn’t dig in as painfully. Though he doesn’t drop his hand to his side. 

“You’re stressed. I am now stressed. We are going to the couch, you are going to behave.” He says walking slowly away from the door towards the counter. He releases his hold on your arm, though he cages you in and away from the cutlery drawer full of knives. “You may grab your food. Do not run. Do not yell.” He instructs, staring you down. 

You shake your head, untrusting of your ability to not scream or offend him somehow. “No thank you…” You politely decline, trying to save your facade somehow.

 “We’re cuddling.” Not a question, or even a demand. Its a statement of fact.

You walk first, closer to the couch, and afraid of disobeying while he has your only advantage. Police always take too long to come, if you dial them now, who knows if you’d even still be here alive when they arrived? Sitting down, you look at him, head finally clear enough to process the change of clothes. 

Over his normal outfit was a large black rubber apron- insulating him from the electric shocks. He’s wearing rubber gloves too. Luciel looks like a mad scientist. It would be goofy were it not for the fact this means that he planned to use your taser against you since the beginning- these clothes likely just outside in the hall, waiting for the first sign that you’d use it. And the fact he still hadn’t removed them despite the fact they couldn’t be comfortable laying down on the couch meant he planned to shock you again. 

Luciel drags you over and across him, your head on his chest as he holds you still. You flinch as his rubber gloves pull through your hair, pulling away at the uncomfortable touch- a zap to your side makes you stop, laying limp on his chest to avoid another shock. 

“Maybe the gloves aren’t good for that…” He mutters, again purposefully in English so you know what he’s implying. That he might take them off, and leave himself vulnerable to transferred current passing from you to him if he shocks you. 

But instead of stripping off the gloves, he moves to just rub up and down your back, trying to soothe the tension in the muscles. Something muttered in Korean- this time talking more to himself than to you- as he twists his legs with yours, craning his neck to kiss at your hair, and muttering something to himself in Korean again.

You lie, tense and annoyed at the playful tone he’s resumed. Your mind runs with quipy one liners at your own misery. Failed diplomacy. Luciel got what he wanted. He used your own tools against you. Your persona. Your taser. Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Stupid. Fucking stupid.

You suck at diplomacy. The dog is chewing on the stick. 

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he's the worst man alive he's the love of my life he's covered in blood he's weird about god and he's a lot, he's not perfect, but most importantly he's bisexual

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[talking about my favorite characters] okay so THESE two come in a bonded pair and if i think about them too hard i start taking poison damage

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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

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just found my boys i did some time ago in obey me style ! i thought i lost them but remembered they were on twitter

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Knock knock hello its loose Jihyun Kim doodles hour and I'm here to bring you him being happy and a tiny bit adorable ❤️

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my right hand arm... man. my silly rabbit

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Hi I want to request tipsy with V please. It's been a while since we properly talk Faye and I'm so excited to read the things you will write for this event!

It has been so long since we last properly talked, isn't it! I hope life is treating you well, Xela. It's been so long since I've written for Jihyun but I had a lot of fun with this request and I hope I did him justice!

Tipsy Date

✦ Jihyun x Reader

A half-empty bottle of wine sits between your knees, and somewhere in the back of your mind you are aware of the condensation that's collecting on your legs and making you cold. The grass rustles in the breeze and  tickles your skin.

You are content. With the view: flowers and greenery as far as the eye can see, the sun and clouds overhead and the scent of grass filling the air. With the company: Jihyun is buoyant today, filled with an infectious joy and slight hint of mischief you're indulging. With the drink: wine, a gift from Jumin from a recent visit.

Jihyun had whipped the bottle out of the fridge this afternoon and insisted on enjoying it outside in the fields surrounding your home. The weather had been temperamental lately, and he had spent the past few days holed up in his studio, appearing only every so often to give you a peck on the cheek and bring you into the studio to ask for your opinion on his latest piece.

The drink has gone to your head already, as you warned him it would after your first sip. At the time, he had only grinned in response, as if this was his plan all along.

Your legs are bare, you are more relaxed than you have been in a while, leaning back, basking in the sun and taking in the sight of Jihyun in front of you. His cheeks are slightly flushed, both from the drink and the sun overhead.

He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously.

“Do I have something on my face?”

You squint for a second, then shake your head. It wouldn't be the first time he has walked around with a drop of paint or charcoal smudge on his cheeks.

“No, why?”

“You've been staring for a while. I was getting worried.”

You giggle. You have both come a long way in the time you have been together, but sometimes the old insecurities peek through. It's ridiculous to you, in this state, that he cannot understand how he still enraptures you.

“I'm just enjoying the view.”

Now it is his turn to laugh. It's a silly line that somehow still works on him after all this time.

“I should have brought my camera,” he says. “The lighting and the scenery are perfect for some portrait shots.”

“We'll just have to come out and do this again soon. Wine and all.” You reply. He recently started giving you photography lessons and you already had a small collection of snaps forming.

You agree with him, though. The clouds in the sky today remind you of a painting of a moody artist - wispy white under more defined silver-lined clouds. The breeze becomes a gust, and you can taste a storm in the air.

You can see it already, the two of you in front of the fireplace tonight, heads still light and stomachs full of something hearty, listening to the pattering rain outside and knowing you have each other safe and warm.

You pick up the bottle and bring it to your lips once more. It's a fine wine, and you make a mental note to take note of the label later.

You hold out the bottle in front of you and jiggle it slightly in front of his eyes.

“It's almost empty. What's the plan now?”

He takes it from you and finishes it off, tipping the bottle all the way back.

“I'm not sure. I hadn't planned this far ahead.”

“So your plan was just to get drunk in a field?”

“Yes. Romantic, isn't it?”

“You're no better than a teenager.”

He laughs again. “Maybe not. But you must admit it's fun.”

You find you don't have a contradiction to make. You feel light and buzzy, and were it not for the rain you're sure is coming, you could sit here all day. 

He smiles at you, pleased at this little back-and-forth. It has become the language of your love, these little teasing exchanges, punctuated with smiles and little prods and laughter. Easy and happy.

“Hold that pose,” you say suddenly, reaching around in the grass for your phone.

He raises a quizzical eyebrow but otherwise sits obediently.

Your phone camera is far less professional than his camera, and it doesn't quite catch the depth of the clouds and sunlight. What it does catch, however, is the glow of Jihyun's cheeks and the affection and softness in his eyes.

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Whatever man…

*throws this randomass Yoosung edit I made at you*

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Day 1 of Mystictober!!! My pookie……

VAE (this is convergent au with my pookies, but, for all intents and purposes, it’s VAE with infinitely extra steps LOL

V uses hourglass to time 10 minutes to actually keep the “10 more minutes” promise because he’s a hipster like that.

Prompt Favorite Character/Hourglass

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here’s the first drawing i made for mystictober, created by sketchtenou on instagram! ❤️‍🩹

day 1 : favorite character ~ and it’s V! 💘

when choosing favorites, it has always been so hard for me to choose just one

saeran and seven come very veryyy close to V, but ultimately, i do believe V is my ultimate favorite

i always found many parts of his personality and how he is very relatable, and as a fellow artistic soul, i could not help but empathize with many of his choices, even though they were not always the best choices

his story is heartbreaking, but i do find his good ending + his after ending to be the best ending for every character of the game, which also contributes to my liking towards him<3

he deserves the world 🫶 so enjoy this simple V appreciation post

prompts made by sketchtenou!! go check their work out 💘💘

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Some matching icons for me and my homies for Halloween!

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We're still in Jumin's month so here it is! I love him, be happy hehe💗 ¡!

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Back on my Mysme era

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What type of Pony would each Mystic Messenger character be?

Yes, a very important question that I have been thinking about since I woke up this morning. (Also shout out to Saeyoung since I completed his route today >.< now my life is meaningless haha/j)

These are all personal headcanons lol (with maybe some reasoning?)

Yoosung- Pegasus (it was a close between this or earth pony, but I feel like he's more of a Pegasus)

Zen- Unicorn (based on that one chat I think Saeyoung's route? Also it would just match his vibes)

Jaehee- Earth Pony (I feel like she has that earth pony vibes considering how hard she can work without wings/magic)

Jumin- Unicorn (uses magic at times but not as much, prefers not to waste his magic unless necessary)

707/Saeyoung- Pegasus (I feel a strong Pegasus vibe, no further explanation YET)

Saeran- Earth Pony (hear me out . I can't exactly explain it but it's THERE)

V- unicorn (same as Jumin, but uses it more often)

Rika- okay this might be a stretch but,,, Unicorn turned Alicorn (perhaps after she creates Mint Eye?)

MC- up to interpretation but imo she's a unicorn

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Can we talk about how talented Jihyun is? Everyone talks about Jumin and Saeran being talented, but this man somehow managed to drive with reckless abandon, keep up with and stalk Zen, all while trying to take pictures with his professional camera? Fast and the Furious who??

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Back to posting older work I haven't posted here yet to catch up before I can post recent works heyy this is a commission from 2023!

Another version and a combined version under the cut