#I don't love this piece but I think it's good fun
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HAHA YES WELCOME BABES HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY GJFHKDG
not you roasting joong and praising his leadership in one breath fdkghdffkjg
ALSO STUFF YOU FOR POINTING OUT THE SHEEPS i always make that mistake and always catch it and regret it later AHAHAHA
yes dom hongjoong taking it out on the reader in the form of some spicy stuff DID I NOT TELL YOU OOPS (surprise bbygorl)
yes hehe exploiting ppl is like the first thing you must do as an aspiring politician in this era (like how come nothing else ever works) but yes it's really not a yumi fic without some political seasoning hehe
LOOK MY THESIS WAS BORING ASF STAY AT HOME SCENE but a girl can dream right dkfjghjkdf
fr hwa can breathe and i'd be a goner so i don't blame the reader for simping like that AND YES AHAHAHA THE LICKING HIS THUMB TO WIPE YOUR WHATEVER UGH I GOT THAT PICTURE IN MY HEAD. I DIED. I WRITE. :D
yes hehehe the last line thing i got that inspo from love next door they did that with their episode names (pls watch love next door)
RIGHT LIKE HOW THE STARS ALIGNED TO MEET THE JEONG YUNHO ON A BLIND DATE I'M SAT I'M READY I DO NOW KISS THE BRIDE
yes omg i basically wrote you (keep dreaming)
omg but real i do that sometimes too with the scale and hand measuring how can i not man his hand is so big ugh i cannot
YES this is basically guerrilla 2.0 bc i literally could not be bothered to come up with anything else i'm so sorry but also it's really really fun to write him as a sunshine serial killer and YES THOSE QUOTES he's literally the sun how could i not :'))
omg thank you for appreciating yeo's moodboard :D it really is fitting right? i can imagine him in a medical setting perfectly, preferable in a darker medical setting like this one
omg thank you for appreciating the characterisation too maybe i'll make this a separate fic one day LOL but yes we stan a man who still cares, even when he's uh killing ppl (FOR THE GREATER GOOD)
i said it before i say it again, there cannot be a yeo fic without chicken mention. if that happens with my fic, that's not me. that's an impostor.
LOL NOT YOU WAITING FOR ANOTHER PLOT TWIST WHEN THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT CUTE LITTLE SCENARIO have i traumatised you
RAHHHHHH YES DADDY SAN ANY DAY AND LMAOO doing what ;) what do you think ;) (he sleeps, ofc)
YES SAN A GREEN FLAG AS A RED FLAG SO BASICALLY A... BROWN FLAG?
the woo cameos are very unintentional but he's so side character coded LOL
YES AHHAHAHA EXECUTIONER WHO THIS IS JUST THE CHOI SAN WE KNOW AND YES YOU LIKE HOW I THINK RIGHT HE REALLY IS A GREEN FLAG
hmm you're craving royal mingi fics? time to write my royal beauty and the beast au break who we don't get breaks in this household loren has wished for a royal au and her wish is my command-
AHAHAHAHA this may be the first time she gets called song's girl but you bet that's all she's gonna be called from now
LMAO YES WOOYO BEING THE SAME PIECE OF SHIT I MAKE HIM EVERY TIME AHAHAHAHA HE'S SUCH A LOVEABLE BRAT
i almost made him a pyromaniac and made reader a firefighter but i guess i can do that some other day đâïž
LOL AHAHAHAHA idk what's with me and writing woo e2l smutty fics it just hits every time hehehehe
MONSTER OF CAPITALISM SHOULD HAVE BEEN HIS TITLE FR AND YES ITS CEO X CEO RIVALS AU
bruh when i tell you i thought i wrote turns tables and went to double check AFTER writing the correct phrase clown energy fr
YES OMG idk what it's about jongho but he's so daddy coded and when he says terms like darling or sweetheart you bet it's gonna hit 100x harder
you really are colourblind to red babes idk AHAHAHAHAHA but yes if it's jongho *gets down on my knees* yessir
THANK YOU SO MUCH BABES NGL it was scary to write this without you validating every trope and every plot LMAO and i was worrying if this felt half-assed but it turned out okay :') BUT YES. BREAK. MUCH NEEDED MUCH DESERVED BREAK I'M FREEE
thank you so much for your support babes <33
Ateez as Villains
disclaimer: read at your own risk. do not interact if not comfortable with any tropes. reminder that this is a work of fiction and must be treated so.Â
warnings: absolutely no morals here, 18+ mdni, illegal acts (abduction, murder, physical abuse, stalking, trafficking, financial crimes, dirty politics, corruption), suggestive/nsfw scenes, explicit language (swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, smoking, drugs, alcohol
a/n: couldn't have done this without @eightmakesonebraincell's and @chronicvagabonds' validation lmao also tribute to tite kubo for coming up with the juiciest dialogues, some of which i quoted here
Hongjoong
The Manipulator
hongjoong always knew he had leadership skills
from being the team leader whenever he played games as a young child, to growing up and eventually influencing people
he was often told that he has a certain way of pulling peopleâs attention and leave something stirring inside them with his words
so it is no surprise that hongjoong is where he is today. a renowned businessman, philanthropist and⊠politician
hongjoong adjusts the sleeves of his shirt and glances at you from the mirror
you are standing behind him, holding his coat for him. he wears it with a proud smile and holds his chin high
âtonight is very important. for me. for this country.âÂ
he goes on about how there will be people from all over the country
people who are the foundation of this nation. people who care about the future of this worldÂ
and if you werenât so blinded by the adoration you have for this man you would have called him delusional
but the fact is that you are deluded by him. hongjoong has the ability to cast a spell with his words
he feeds his supporters the lie of a better world in the near future, and they bow to him
hongjoong smiles devilishly at the thought of what entails the events of tonight
he can picture it clearly- the cheers and desperate screams of his followers as he steps on the podium
the cries of these people, as helpless as sheeps in a herd, waiting for an upright politician to save this nationÂ
he can feel the thrill just imagining what it will be like tonight when he addresses the nation as the new face of his political party
to a common person, he would just be another man with a good heart striving for a better change
but the common person is weak, and for them⊠he is their salvation
they will hear his words tonight- words he has carefully crafted himself. the cues will register in their minds, and they will end up seeking him to announce their undying support and loyalty, to shower in his glory
you straighten hongjoongâs coat and smooth over his shirt, your hands unsteady with anticipation
âarenât you happy to be right next to me when i conquer the stage tonight?â he whispers, lifting your chin up
you meet his eyes and he can see his answer there
you hope he doesnât see the conflict in your eyes. the conflict is to be concealed in your heart, in the deepest, untouchable corner of it
you are blessed, they tell you, to be the politicianâs favoured
and you are- you truly are. hongjoong loves you. he adores you
in fact⊠heâs almost obsessed with you
and why wouldnât he be? you were the one who led him here
you were the one who held his hand and showed him the right path- his partner, and now his secretary
oh, how you sometimes wish you could turn back the hands of the clock and go back to when hongjoong was hopeless and thought that the world was a wretched place beyond saving
that is when you told him that the only way to run this world was to join hands with the elites of this nation- or to become one
it must be the fates that led him to where he is today
after all, isnât he a king without a crown? a ruler without a throne?
he is a born leader and a strategist. he has always been good with his words
itâs how he earned the favour and graces of the elites and the politicians and made a place for himself- not under them, but beside them
but to stand beside those people, you have to be a little⊠corrupt. and morally ambiguous
the world is not run by saints, after all
âsweetheart?â he calls when he sees you are distracted
you donât miss the warning tone in his voice. tonight, you have to be on your toes
you have to seek out willing supporters and show them that they mean the world to hongjoong and his political party
but more importantly⊠you need to target other politicians, find their weaknesses and if lucky, have some join hands with you
âiâm here,â you tell him and he nods firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple
âi will see you tonight,â he promises, and you know what he means
he always gets such a thrill out of playing the leader
he gets so much energy, and he has to take it out one way or another
and what better way to take it out in the form of lovemaking?
you feel warmth course through your body as he trails his finger down the middle of your chest purposely
he almost smiles maniacally as he leaves first, giving you a moment to gather your wits
you pour yourself a glass of drink- you canât possibly do this sober
you join hongjoong as he gives his first speech- a very normal talk about how this nation is on the verge of collapse
corruption, crime, inhumanity, dirty politics? you name it
you admire his resilience, really. whatever he is talking about comes straight from his heart, and he has been talking about these issues for a long time now
you also admire his pompousness and the audacity to talk about dirty politics, when he is the face of dirty politics
you join the audience when they clap for him, your heart full of pride
there is a break where he meets with the high-profile people and asks them to consider joining hands with him
âto make a better world for the future generationsâ. such inspiring words from such a young political leader
except hongjoongâs trick is that he always, always has something over them
he has a team dedicated specifically for this task- to dig dirt on his political targets so he can wield them like the blade of a guillotine over their heads
despite his evil means to climb the top, somehow, his image and reputation remains far too clean
and that is because he knows to take these actions behind the scenes, away from any eyes
a true politician, heâs been dubbed
it is about midnight when the hall almost empties, leaving only the members of your party and some new faces- people who are willing to hear him out and decide if they want to join his party
you wish you could tell them that it is a trap- hongjoong will promise that their efforts and support will lead them to something great
âthe greater goodâ, he always says, except these people do not know what they are getting into
they are merely sacrificial lambs, the stepping stones that will lead hongjoong closer to his utopia
they will, for the sake of loyalty, put a blindfold over their eyes. they will hold him in high reverence as he becomes their lord, their saviour
he will feed them copper pellets and claim that this is the best that they can get while he himself sits on a throne made of gold
and when they empty every last drop of whatever they have to offer- their blood, sweat and tears
hongjoong will discard them without remorse. that is who he is- a master manipulator
when you are done wrapping up the event in the deep, dark hours of the night, hongjoong finds you in your bedroom
his chest is heaving with energy that is threatening to combust from within him
he outstretches his hand and you saunter over to him
his hands are dominating when he holds you, though his kiss is soft and unrushed
until that too becomes scalding hot
he is quick to lead you to the couch where you sit on his lap, finding him painfully hard
he groans loudly and starts to unbuckle his pants, and you instantly know what he wants- you always know what he wants
he easily slides his hard length inside your warmth and groans heavily in relief, resting his head back and just letting you both stay still
you only move to rest your head against his shoulder. he can have you like this for as long as he wants
âwe have a lot of new supporters tonight,â he begins, chuckling deeply, âthe polls seem to be in our favour too.â
his dark curls caress your face as you snuggle against him
âwe also managed to score deals with many influential politicians and businessmen tonight,â he tells you and you look at him with pride as he names them
âsoon,â he begins, trailing his hands under your dress and squeezing your thighs, âsoon⊠we will have our people in every sector- in business, healthcare, industrial, courts⊠we will be controlling the nation- we⊠we are the leaders of this nation.â
his cock twitches inside you as he finishes that sentence and you bite your lips in thought
âwhat are you thinking, love?â he asks, caressing your face
âi just sometimes wonder,â you begin- can you admit your bare thoughts to him?
he squeezes your thigh as a sign to go ahead
âi wonder how we got here, joong,â you admit, âyou know that we are exploiting people-â
âfor the greater good-â
âfor the greater good, yes,â you finish, nodding and he furrows his brows in concentration
âthese people are just like us. we were once slaves of this society, but now we are the leaders. and they are our slaves. butâŠâ
âthey will offer us what they have,â hongjoong replies softly, âand we will make the best out of it. isnât that right?â
you nod. there is no more space for any more questioning
you have never like the darkness in his eyes when you question his- your- methods
all he knows is that he is right
he knows what he is doing is wrong in essence, but it is about the bigger picture- he is doing this for his nation
and you cannot expect to run a nation claiming to be a saint
the nation is run by wolves, and to make space there, you must be some sort of a predator. that is who he has become
his grip on your thighs tighten and he starts to grind your body on him
between the sounds of pleasure is the groan of pain as he spanks your thighs and remind you of your place
âall you have to do is follow me,â he breathes into your ear, trailing his lips across your cheek. âall you have to do is stay with me. togetherâŠâ he thrusts hard inside you. âtogether, we will rule the world one day, you and i.â
you nod and he swallows your moans as he kisses you, thrusting with all his might until you both come crashing down
he takes you to the shower and you both quickly clean up and get in bed
as you watch his figure relax and succumb to sleep, you confess to him
âyou are a great politician, hongjoong,â you tell him and the corners of his lips curl in a smile. âiâm just afraid of going too far with you. every day, we learn that we can get worse than we are, yetâŠâ
âyet, it has become my addiction and my duty,â he whispers, hand finding your bare arm and caressing it. âdonât you want to rule the world?â
âyou will rule the world. i will be treading on your shadow, following you closely and sharpening my teeth⊠but afraid.â
âafraid of what?â
âof you,â you breathe and he opens one eye
âyou wonât leave me, will you?â he asks innocently, yet it is there- the warning in his tone
you are responsible for who he is today. you are an accomplice
every person he ruins to get closer to the top, you are equally responsible for it
âof course not,â you tell him, âi canât leave you.â
hongjoong notices your choice of words
you can not leave him- you do not have a choice
he holds you close and kisses you like he means it that night
it would be such a shame if he would have to throw you away after all of this, right?Â
it would truly be such a shame if you are just like the others in the end- weak and helpless
since you know exactly what is going on inside hongjoongâs head, you tell him you love him like you really mean it and you let him hold you close
it may be a trap, but you donât mind being trapped if this is where you end up every night- in his arms
your lord, your saviour
The Manipulator and the Manipulated
Seonghwa
Jekyll
park seonghwa is a man who is adored wherever he goes
be it at work- at a prestigious university as a neuroscience professor, dr. park, or at social gatherings, formal or informal
he is a man born with the best manners, the most caring and generous heart
youâve seen him around the department as a masters student and attended a few of his classesÂ
but you never got to interact with him personally until itâs time to choose a thesis supervisor and you learn that you have a chance with him
itâs purely because heâs amazing at what he doesÂ
your subfield matches with his specialty so it will be better if heâs your supervisor (and itâs only a bonus that the man is painfully hot so youâll never be bored)
your professor recommends you to seonghwa and he goes over your synopsis which leaves him intrigued because coincidentally, heâs researching in molecular neuroscience as well
he gladly takes you on because he believes you both will be helping each other along the way
plus, he recognises your name- youâve always had a different air about you (and he remembers you from somewhere else too)
heâs looking forward to working with you, thatâs all
so when you arrive on your first day as his supervisee and research assistant
you catch him in his natural habitat- unaware of his surroundings, humming a tune to himself and swiping his hair hurriedly to the side with the hand thatâs holding a clear solution of some sort while struggling not to drop his notes on the table that has a few microscope slidesÂ
basically, moments away from a disaster
he spots you and grunts as if asking for help and you immediately drop your bag to rush towards him, only now noticing that somehow, heâs holding his glasses by his teeth
you first take those out of his mouth and he groans in relief. âcan you please help me wear my glasses? those cultures are moments away from expiring.â
âoh goodness,â you mutter and you lock eyes with him as you put on his glasses for him
and your intrusive thoughts take over because you simply cannot take how his hair is poking his eyes so you gently brush his hair out of his eyes
for a moment, time is frozen for all sorts of reasons
before seonghwa takes a deep breath and you blink, immediately getting out of his way and holding his notes for him
the notes apparently hold the readings on how much solution he needs to pour so you read it for him and consequently save him from a disaster
as soon as he is done freezing the cultures, he holds the edge of the table to save himself from slumping in relief
and you share a laugh, the ice breaking just like that
he tells you that the student assigned for taking care of the cultures had an emergency and he had to rush from another department
and he thanks you for helping him
you both move to his office to go over your thesis and he helps you create a timeline
you wrap up the meeting with a clear direction of whatâs next and with a schedule of shifts where you will be assisting him
it doesnât take long to get used to being a part of his team of five calm students with a little streak of crazy
and you suppose dr. park has an eye for people like that because you fit right in
you are all very dedicated so he seems to be at ease when you are working, though he does monitor you more closely since youâre new
you start to spend more time in the lab simply because you like how it feels there
it is like a little cocoon where you can tune out the rest of the world and work on your thesis without distractions (plus, it helps how people from your team pop in once in a while to throw some suggestions at you)
you like how it is there- neat and clean
the sound of metal against metal, glass against glass. the smell of the cleaning agent which calms you since it is something familiar now
and then thereâs dr. park himself, gentle and composed, yet at times clumsy and rough which results in the room cackling with laughter
however, thereâs a side to him that you only see when youâre alone with him
youâre not sure if heâs like that with everyone- he must be, right?
does he pay as much attention to everyone else as you?
perhaps, youâre delusional. that must be it
seonghwa knows you must think that, because he has not been very obvious but he has not been subtle either
itâs just that he remembers you from that time. he remembers seeing your face in his friend wooyoungâs data
wooyoung, who is an expert at singling out people like them
people like seonghwa who have a little streak of crazy in them, yet manage to be a part of the society almost seamlessly
wooyoungâs company does a good job at managing these people because they ultimately help the black market grow
seonghwa is half convinced wooyoungâs company is just a faction of the government but of course he canât confirm that
all he knows is that he cannot act out too much and get caught
in return, he knows when someone like him is in his radar
here you are, glasses perched on the tip of your nose as you examine different slides under the microscope, muttering to yourself about the readings as your scribble them
he canât help but notice how you always wear that one specific shade of deep red on your lips or how your hair falls in the most irresistible way in front of your face
heâs never looked at a student this way- ever- but youâre not just a student now, are you?
so when he makes his move, approaching you from behind as silently as he can
heâs not disappointed when you turn- he didnât make a sound, yet you knew
youâre not even surprised, and that excites seonghwa to no end
âah, dr. park,â you go casually, as if him sneaking behind you was normal behaviour. âcan you approve of these hypotheses?â
seonghwa hums and stands awfully close to you, your sides brushing against each other
he purposely crowds in your personal space as he leans in to confirm the readings of the specimens on the table
âeverythingâs perfect,â he announces, meeting your eyes
youâre still sitting so you have to look up at him and lord. what a sight he is even from this angle. you could totally get used to it-
âwhat are you looking at, sweetheart?â seonghwa smirks knowinglyÂ
you have to physically struggle to maintain your composure because you are pretty sure you were gawking
ânothing, just zoned out,â you say, which isnât a lie but not the whole truth either
he knows though. he knows the effect he has on you because he hasnât been subtle
from the casual touches to the unnecessary (but not undeserved) praise
from the prolonged eye contact to the suggestive smirks
there is something electric between the two of you, an undeniable tension
and while youâre not one who sticks to the rules, you canât help but wonder just why is dr. park playing with you?
âyou sure youâre okay?â seonghwa leans in and searches your eyes for any signs of lies
upon finding none but gaining satisfaction from the way your lips part in surprise, he draws backÂ
you try your best not to make things awkward for the rest of the time youâre with him
and in the following days, his advances only start becoming stronger in nature
you like the attention he gives you. you like how he always puts his hands on your shoulders and gives them a little squeeze whenever he finds you sitting
you like the way his warm breath caresses your cheek when youâre both sitting side by side inspecting a specimen
you enjoy the sound of his gentle voice as he instructs you
itâs almost as if he knows. itâs almost as if heâs asking for it
does he not know that once you become obsessed with something, youâll try- no, you will possess it at all costs?
so one night when youâre both working at late hours, busy with wrapping up one section of your thesis
you canât take it when seonghwa scolds you teasingly for being clumsyÂ
âyouâve got pen on your chin,â he says and before you can take care of it, he himself scoots closer-
too close for it to be professional anymore because at this point, he can probably count the freckles on your face too-
and begins to rub at your the skin near your lips gently
he frowns when it doesnât come off, and then he has the audacity to lick his thumb and rub your skin again
âdr. park,â you mutter, about to remind him how you are supposed to be a teacher and student
youâre not friends (despite the very friendly relationship you have developed with him)
seonghwa only hums and you canât help but notice how he stifles a smirk as he moves his thumb to your lower lip and swipes it, all the while maintaining eye contact
you raise a brow in challenge, silently questioning why heâs still holding your chin
he leans in as if to kiss you and you stop breathing
except he tilts his head to whisper in your ear
âwould you like to attend the next soul society meeting with me, love?â
to say that you freeze is an understatement
you donât move when his lips caress your cheeks as he stays in that position
you donât move when he purposely trails his lips along your cheek as he draws back
âwhatâs your classification?â you manage to ask, your voice barely a whisper
the way seonghwa smirks is something youâll never forget
âjekyll,â he says. ânice to meet you, hyde.â
thereâs a moment of silence where all you can do is stare at the man in front of you
a moment of pure static
as soon as you take off your mask and your lips curl in a smirk, it happens
you donât know who took the first step but youâre both kissing each other
itâs rushed, passionate and desperate, the air filling with your grins and giggles and youâre only glad youâre not in the lab right now because the way seonghwa clears the table with a swipe of his hand, making the notes fall on the ground
only to lift you up and seat you there so he can kiss you better? being in the lab would have done some damage alright
between kisses, you learn how seonghwa recognised you
you ask him if he lured you here somehow, but he tells you itâs just luck that youâre here as his student right now. you donât quite believe him though
but you let it be- if heâs jekyll, that means heâs got the brains to scheme
he tells you that heâs glad to have found his hyde because he would prefer someone else to do his dirty work for him
you agree- itâs been far too long since youâve had an adventure, and youâve heard about the notorious jekyll in the soul society too. you just never connected the dots
he takes you to his private lab (not before feasting on you and fucking you on that very table)
for the next few weeks, you familiarise yourself with his actual research
mind altering chemicals and drugs, anything to do with control
very illegal stuff, but the soul society funds him with whatever he needs
he canât believe he found you- youâre perfect for him
seonghwa believes he has morals and he can be a good person
so you make the perfect partner because you can be the bad person in his stead
youâre his alter ego, the voice in his head that he never lets come out
youâre the person who not only matches his freak but helps bring it into manifestation. you are now his face
while he advances in molecular neuroscience in the world, you advance, on his behalf, in the underworld
thereâs no blood on your hands- you both only produce drugs. youâre not responsible for what is done with them
you do sometimes assist in the practical work, which seonghwa avoids, because after all, he has a reputation to maintain as dr. park
no one suspects a thing. youâre just supervisor and supervisee who share a similar obsession with research
nothing to worry about
Jekyll and Hyde
Yunho
The Hunter
when you finally got to a blind date that your friend begged you to go to, you didnât expect to meet a man who would actually catch your eye
there is something about this man, jeong yunho, that instantly pulls you in as if you really are tied by a threadÂ
for starters, he is incredibly handsome and has a soft vibe to him that exudes warmth
his voice has a soothing quality and his mannerisms are as gentle as his gaze. his laugh is pure and he makes quite a good company
he just makes you feel comfortable and safe right away, which is kind of surprising
so when yunho tells you about himself, confirming that he is indeed a corporate lawyer at a well-known firm, you are simply in awe
you thought your friend was bluffing when she told you that she is trying to set you up with a âbeauty with brainsâ
she was not lying, is all you can think now
youâre a simple school teacher, you tell yunho with a laugh
however, the manâs eyes are practically twinkling as he hears your stories about schoolÂ
youâre only telling him because he insisted, and now he canât stop appreciating your profession, saying that itâs admirable how you are able to connect with children and educate them
the conversation steers to your likes and dislikes, your preferences, and what youâre looking for in a partner
surprisingly, the two of you have a lot in common
you both have a special place in your heart for food. you both love travelling. and there are some things he does not need to say out loudÂ
like how heâs a caring person- always making sure youâre comfortable and your bowl is full, draping his coat over your shoulders when you leave the restaurant and scour the streets for something sweet
the hand that he offers you is not suggestive and you like that (you also like how tall he is and how his hand engulfs yours almost entirely)
just two people who talk about anything and everything- thatâs who you become by the end of the night
as you settle in bed later, youâre still smiling about how his eyes twinkled when he learned that you too have a thing for gaming too
you have good feelings about this person so far but thereâs a feeling scratching at your heart that has you restless
it is the way his eyes darkened almost dangerously, only momentarily, when you insisted that you could get home on your own
he was a gentleman, no doubt about it, insisting that you could never be too sure these days especially with the news being so horrible lately, the crime rate spiking up dramatically in the past few months
you just did not like the idea of having a stranger accompany you all the way to your home, even if it was this gentleman- this was only your first meeting
so he made you promise to call him and let him know when you get homeÂ
and here you are. you dated him for a few months before you both decided to move in together into an apartment that suited your needs
heâs perfect in every way- attentive, responsive, caring, funny, and he gives you space when you need it
which matters the most because you value your personal space a lot
he understands the importance of personal space very well and even though you share a room, you both let each other beÂ
you let him be when heâs gaming, and he lets you be when youâre staring at the ceiling or reading
more often though, heâll have you sit on his lap as he games
since heâs so much bigger than you, youâll curl on top of him to read or scroll and heâll be focused on his game, liking your presence
it doesnât always lead to something but when it does, itâs always fun
he has you smitten- his kisses still make you feel like itâs your first time sharing a kiss (and heâs damn good at it)
his touch lingers on your skin throughout the day and you cannot wait to be back in his arms again
it is just another night when you decide to walk and take the longer route back home because apparently yunho was going to be late and you did not want to be home alone
it gets quieter as you navigate through the streets and alleys
and when you take a turn and notice a familiar figure, you stop in your tracks
is that⊠not yunho? the back and the height looks pretty much the same
the man is watching a woman at the end of the street who is using her phone as if waiting for someone
the woman catches the man watching her and grows wary- you can tell even from the distance
you can tell that she is very much pretending to be on call when she starts moving
despite every cell in your body urging you to ignore this and go back home, you start to follow the man when he starts to follow the woman
you are careful to maintain a distance, cursing yourself internally for being a curious little shit who seeks thrill like thereâs no tomorrow
but the woman takes a left, and the man takes a right, leaving you standing in the middle of the street, taking a few deep breaths
nothing happened, you think. you turn and start to trace your path back
and just a minute later, thereâs an unmistakable sound of a womanâs scream filling the air
every hair on your body rises as your heart drops and eyes widen
youâre frozen in one spot with no idea what to do next- should you go check on the woman? see if it was the same person?Â
not once do you think of calling the police though
you walk back home, lost in your thoughts with the image of the manâs familiar figure branded in your mind especially since you are pretty damn sure that those were little sunflowers embroidered on the hem of the hoodie
sunflowers that you embroidered on yunhoâs hoodie
when you open the door to your apartment, though, you hear the sound of the TV and yunho is sitting very casually on the couch
âah, youâre home,â he grins and waves, just like he usually does
heâs not wearing the hoodie anymore
âi thought you were gonna be late?â you ask
âyouâre late,â he counters. âwhy did it take you so long to get home?â
âjust decided to take a walk,â you smile, ruffling his hair and planting a kiss on the top of his head before going to your roomÂ
you grab your clothes and move towards the bathroom to take a shower, and it is then that yunhoâs eyes widen
âah, babe?â he calls, his voice uncharacteristically high
when you donât answer, he rushes towards the bathroom and finds you standing in the doorway
your eyes are fixed on the sink which is a pale shade of pink with handprints on it
yunho curses himself internally- he rushed to hide his hoodie as soon as he got home, jumped in the shower, spotted the bloody sink from when he first washed his hands and decided to make it look like he had been home for a while before cleaning the sink
only he fucking forgot
it doesnât look as bad- itâs not a bloody red, for starters
âah, i forgot to clean that up,â yunho awkwardly laughs, proceeding to move inside and open the tap, taking a sponge and cleaning the edges of the sink
yeah. it does not look that bad
âi accidentally spilled that red ink you have in the room- i donât know why i got curious and messed with it.â
thatâs not the colour of your ink, though, and you know it never leaves stains like these
âdonât worry about it,â you tell him, but your eyes are wider than usual. yunho notices that
he lets you shower in peace, all the while thinking if you suspect something
truth be told, he saw you when you were following him back there which is why he took another turn to mislead you
he also knows you are far too observant for your own good
he canât lie- one of the reasons he fell for you is because of that. you are just like him
though you are free of sin unlike him, your mind is a mess
you notice too much that is not meant to be noticed. you sometimes say things that even he has not thought about. you question if human morals are an actual thing or a made up construct
is it from reading too much fiction? he thinks not
when you come out of the shower, something possesses you to move to the balcony
and thatâs another thing yunho likes about you (which also scares him a little at times)
it is your intuition- which leads you to inspect the little corner where you pile up useless stuff. you can see the sleeve of his hoodie there
you pick it up and find it wet in certain spots
on its black base, you canât tell what it is, but the sunflowers are stained a suspicious red colour, and itâs definitely not your inkÂ
you look towards your right where yunho is standing, vigilant
there is a moment of silence before you lower the hoodieÂ
âit really was you,â you say, unwavering
your heart is not speeding because youâre scared- it is speeding because you are right
yunho is still, contemplating how to deal with this
did he think he could hide his secret from you forever? no. was he prepared in case he gets caught? no
he just never imagined it would unfold like this
and now⊠will he have to hurt you if you threaten to expose him? he canât bear to hurt a hair on your head
you bring out all the good in him. he does not know how you do that, but you make him believe that he can love with all of his heart too, just like any other person
you make him feel whole, and it would be such a shame if things fall apart now
to his surprise, you drop the hoodie back and walk towards him until thereâs little distance between the two of you
you hold both of his hands in yours and look at him earnestly
âare you going to tell me what you have been up to?â
yunho is surprised at how calm your voice is and how accepting your eyes are
he sighs deeply before steering you to the couch in the living room
and then he bares his heart to you
he is a monster. that is it. he hurts people and it satisfies this ugly part of him
he does not always want to, he justifies, but sometimes, he just canât help it
and the only reason he gets away with it is because he is not stupid and carefully chooses his victims- people who are miserable. people who have no one around them
âwell then⊠iâm lucky to have one person in my life, right?â
yunhoâs eyes widens at your response
you fulfil the criteria of being his victim- you have no oneÂ
you have no one but him- how did that happen?
he thinks back to your first date and he canât help but feel overwhelmed
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his head about to explodeÂ
why are you not running away from him? why are you caressing his head and holding him close?
you donât tell him everything right away. you only ask him to trust you
so he trusts you and waits for you
he learns little bits about you- you, who do not care who yunho is, as long as he is transparent with you
you, who has a twisted sense of morality. you, who might be as bad as yunho, even worse
though, your hands are clean, you tell him sarcastically, itâs just your head that is a mess
and itâs a blessing that you two are together and can be honest about this too, right? how lucky you are to have each other
âyou, without sin, are like the sun,â he tells you one night as he kisses the top of your head and holds you close
âyou, even with sin, are like the sun,â you respond.
The Hunter and His Guide
Yeosang
The Mad Scientist
there is something about the innocent features of his face, the gentleness in his mannerism, the absolute ethereal aura about him
that contrasts strikingly with the pitch black (or maybe, just two shades lighter) of his soul
the man only knows how to scheme and how to take the best possible route towards his goals
the goals are all related to science
sure, he is contributing to the scientific area, doing researches no one else would do
doctor kang yeosang- a scientist and philosopher, held in high reverence in the medical field, contributing with numerous researches centering the human body
nobody needs to know exactly how he gets such extensive, solid results to support his theories
he comes off as a soft-spoken man, someone who possesses a kind heart
he is willing to overwork himself in order to make life easier for others
he is much appreciated by his peers
they donât need to know that behind his neat and professional setup is a dark, cold space that holds his real workspace
the endless corridors lined with shelves upon shelves of jarsÂ
jars containing the human body parts within them
from the brain to the spleen, from the heart to the liver
each jar meticulously lined in an organisation such that only yeosang could close his eyes and know where to pick what he needs
each organ in the jar has a story of the human that it once was- the story that yeosang himself scribes and tucks in the safe (and in a corner of his heart)
taking it out only to read and reminiscence, or to make another addition
such as the one that he is about to make now, sauntering with an almost skipping manner, highlighting his delight in the events about to unfold
his pristine white lab coat flows behind him, a symbol of everything that he would not be doing tonight, which only adds to the irony of it all
he finds you mirroring his expressions, eyes wide with anticipation and lips curled in a stifled smile
and he canât help but smile wider, the sound of his footsteps echoing loudly as he speeds towards you so that he can finally hold you after the long day he had, tired of playing it cool in front of everyone
you are snaking your arms around his neck immediately as he bends down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, earning a surprised but pleased yelp from you
you let him have his moment, kissing him back with equal passion until he draws away and rests his forehead against your shoulder
âlong day, huh?â you press your lips against his temple. âhow did the presentation go?â
the presentation being at a conference of the national medical association where yeosang was the chief guest, awarded for his valuable insights to the medical world
âi sometimes wonder if iâm the only one wearing a mask,â yeosang confesses.
you know what he means
there surely must be others just like him
you canât expect to make medical advancements while sticking to the stupid laws and regulations they have carved for you
the medical associations do not allow anyone freedomÂ
âitâs tiring to pretend my research was simply a result of my teamâs hard work,â yeosang continue, âthey didnât do batshit. i wish i could credit you instead.â
âbut you canât,â you caress his dark locks. âthat would certainly raise suspicion since iâm⊠underqualified.â
well, thatâs arguableÂ
you may not be as good as yeosang at what you do but considering that you come from a non-medical background, yeosang would say that you are pretty close
in fact, overqualified
âi donât think thereâs anyone more qualified than you,â yeosang lifts his head to look up at you, eyes scanning your face. âyouâre an expert of the human body.â
you are an expert, that is true
you did what you had to do to survive as a young girl who lost her way
you were meant to be a test subject yourself but you created your own path and proved that you were good with your hands- almost artistic
and that you could open up humans as long as you had a good knife
your skills were a bit rusty when yeosang found you in the black market
but he was thoroughly impressed and made an offer. it was an offer that you couldnât resistÂ
you would no longer be bound to be a slave for the rest of your life
you would be his equal. an accompliceÂ
âbut you are the mad scientist. iâm just your unofficial assistant,â you pat his cheek in answer
itâs a wonder that youâre here now, in his arms
a muffled sound interrupts your little moment
you both steer towards the big room and yeosang looks around for a moment to take in the glory of his workplace
the crisp white walls and clean tiles smelling of antiseptic, marred with red stains of blood that is dripping from the manâs limbs
the man who is currently tied to a stretcher in the middle of the room
the instruments and tools that he would be using tonight to open his test subject up are glinting with silver, ready to be used
he has chosen the perfect target- a relatively healthy, middle-aged homeless man
really, no one would care if he went missing
in fact, you were doing him a favour by putting an end to his miserable life, right?
surely, he did not wish to live without a home and the means to survive
though here he was, sedated but struggling nonetheless, as if finally having found the will to live
âah, he created a mess,â yeosang begins, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he inspects the bruises around the manâs wrists. âiâm sorry you had to wait so long, hmm?â
itâs almost eerie, how yeosangâs voice drips with pity
but thatâs what you like about him
he thinks of the greater good. he is doing all of this for the greater good
there is no personal desire to kill random human beings, no
he simply needs test subjects to study the human body, so there can be advancements in the medical world
he just canât believe that the world does not have a cure or even a prevention for most of the diseases in this age
he has taken it upon himself to contribute to the medical world so people do not have to suffer anymore
he complains about this a lotÂ
if people had guts, they would have done this ages ago
sometimes, he refers to the awful medical experiments done by humankind- especially on women
he is different from them, he claims
he cares about their pain- that is why he makes sure to make his subjectsâ death quick and painless before he starts to conduct his experiments
itâs just too bad that he doesnât have much time after the person passes to study certain functions of a living human
(so sometimes, he makes exceptions and asks god for forgiveness. easy peasy)
you watch yeosang with a sort of wonder and a little something that resembles fear as he caresses the manâs head in farewell
he asks the man to say his last words, to choose them carefully, to take his time and to make peace with the fact that there is no way out
the sedatives seem to have made the man somewhat placid
the test subject stops resisting to lock eyes with the doctorÂ
he says something about the regrets heâs had in his life and how he just wants his misery and pain to end now
yeosangâs brows are furrowed in concentration as he listens to each and every word, nodding along as if he aims to fulfil every desire this man possessesÂ
his hand is gently caressing the manâs head
when the man is done, yeosang tells him that his contribution to medical research wonât be forgotten
he looks at you to find you already staring at him with an unreadable expression
he signals you to get the job done and you inject the medicine meant to stop the manâs heart
you watch the man take his last breath, his face contorting in pain as his heart ceases to function
yeosang has already moved on from the little moment he had, putting on medical gloves and snapping them against his skin rather dramatically
âletâs get to work, shall we?â
you smile in response, following his instructions
soon, you are testing the functioning of the manâs abdominal organs with various equipment and drugs that yeosang has bought from the black marketÂ
you have to work quickly before necrosis begins and hinders you
yeosang is very careful with his methods. his hands are steady as if he has done this a thousand times alreadyÂ
and though he comes off as clumsy in the public eye, he is anything but here
his eyes are focused, darting between the electrodes placed on the manâs liver to the readings on the screen
it goes on like this for a while, yet another failed experiment as the liver fails to respond as desired to the electric shock and necrosis takes over
it doesnât disappoint any of you though
yeosang has a strong vision and no amount of failed experiments is going to stop himÂ
plus, thereâs always something you learn even from failure
you begin to clean up when you notice a broken nail lying on the stretcher
you pick it up with tweezers and inspect it- it must have broken when the man was struggling to break free
yeosang catches you looking at the discoloured nail with curiosity and he hums in question
âhair and fingernails are beautiful ornaments.â you ask, âso why do they seem so baleful when they are removed?Â
yeosang stands beside you, pondering
âthe answer is simple. they are previews of what is to come. of death.â
you look at him to find his eyes twinkling with the knowing glint of someone whoâs seen it all
after you both finish recording the data of tonightâs session, yeosang is back to being the cute and clumsy person that you absolutely adore
the man is craving chicken after todayâs hard work so you fulfil his wish and take him to his favourite place
you both sit across each other, drinking beer and savouring the juicy meat while talking about casual stuff- just an assistant and her boss
just two friends who met by chance and felt an instant pull towards each other
just two lovers, fated to be together and find solace in each otherâs company
as if the stars have aligned for you yet again, a familiar face walks in and sits on the table next to you
you meet yeosangâs eyes and you both stifle a smile
itâs one of the potential test subjects youâve had in your file, due for observation
and what better observation than to sit next to them in a casual setting and eavesdrop naturally?
yeosang raises his beer glass in toast and you share a knowing smile, raising your own glass in toastÂ
just two partners in crime. thatâs who you are
The Mad Scientist and his Accomplice
San
Executioner
choi san works hard during the day
he goes to the school and makes sure his students are in top shape
as their p.e. teacher and coach, he has every studentâs physical status on his fingertips
he knows their strengths and their weaknesses. he also knows their desires
so if a student is not a good runner but wants to run better, he would never tell them to give up, he would personally coach them and make sure they know that their body is not the limit
they can be a good runner, a good player, a good swimmer- anything
as long as they are steadfast, they can conquer the world
so choi san is loved and respected by the students, known to be a very caring teacher
but choi san works harder at night. no one needs to know that
certainly not his colleagues who always go about how hardworking a teacher he is
when he is free from the school, he goes to his home and changes before driving to his friendâs place- a warehouse where a few of you hang out
someone programmes, another composes, another works out
just an innocent hideout that youâre all using even in your early thirties
except that you also huddle around to read the new request you receive on your app
âi am a twenty-one year old female. two years ago, the man who dated my older sister killed her, but due to lack of evidence, he did not receive the jail time he deserves. he claims that he is innocent, but ever since he got out, heâs been bothering me because he had to serve his short sentence anyway. he is threatening to kill my family and then me if i go to the cops. i am scared to leave the house because he is stalking me and i can always see him wherever i go. please help me. i wonât go to the cops anyway- they didnât do anything then, and they will not do anything now.â
san is contemplating if he should accept this request
you look at wooyoung who is immediately weighing the pros and the cons
you look back at san who is still deep in thought and you gently rest your hand on his thigh, bringing him out of his head
âiâll take it,â he mutters. âaccept the request, y/n.â
you nod and go back to the computer to accept the request
you have a phone call conversation with the client where you set up a meeting
itâs you and wooyoung who go to meet with the respective parties. san works in the shadows
the next night, san finds you deep in thought outside, leaning against the worn out wall of the warehouse
he joins you, hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans
âi know what youâre thinking,â san begins, glancing at you. âyouâve been awfully quiet since the meeting.â
you shrug in defeat. âi know i canât change your mind.â
âitâs not going to be the same,â san refers back to the one time you all took a request from a 19 year old girl who was being bullied by her seniors
it got to a dangerous point and had you been a little late, you might have lost the girl
san lost his temper that time, though
and while he couldnât physically harm the kids who were bullying the girl, he had them locked in a room for one night while he educated them
and funnily enough, san was scarier that night
scarier than every other time he actually wields a weapon
you asked him that night if there were any just people left in this world full of evil
âall people are evil. to believe that you are just, you must believe that someone else is more evil than youâ
was his response. safe to say, the girl was living her best life now, but you saw a new side of san that night
a side you had never seen all your life, and that was saying something since you were childhood friends
âwe wonât let it get to that point,â san assured, outstretching your hand and you pouted before taking it
he caressed your knuckles, his voice assertive. âi will take care of it. properly. i always do.â
âdo you think i only worry about things going wrong?â you finally say out loud, the words that you want to say to him every time he goes out in the fieldÂ
san, despite himself, breaks into a smile that would seem so out of character to anyone who has not known him for long
âyou canât smile your way out of this,â you sulk further, snatching your hand away and folding your arms
âbaby,â san begins, trying to take your hand again but youâre not having any of it
âiâm worried youâll get hurt. iâm worried about the pain youâre willing to go through so you can lessen the pain of others.â
san stops teasing then, mimicking your position as he leans against the wall next to you
there is a thick silence surrounding you and you wonder what wooyoung is doing inside- is he napping?
âitâs something i have to do. something only i can do. you know that, right?â
âi know,â you say, almost a whisper. âand thatâs what makes this more frustrating.â
because it was originally your idea
on a summer night when you were all about to graduate, a tragedy happened in your town
a man went on a spree, killing and wounding multiple women and children for weeks
you, who knew one of the victims personally, were shocked by the act and disgusted at how lazy the police were being
it turned out that the assailant was a high-profile businessman and the police were trying to cover the case up as per the orders of their superiors
the three of you were hanging out in the warehouse, each burdened by their own train of thoughts, until you finally said it out loud
âwhat if we were some sort of a private service where we help the victims? especially when the police canât?â
it was wooyoung who agreed first, and san who disagreed
it took him some convincing to finally agree, and you set rules
you were not going to kill anyone- only maim
if itâs a serial killer, you maim their hands so they can never hold a weapon again
if itâs a bully, you maim their mouth so they think before they speak
the three of you are a team, but san is the executioner
wooyoung is his eyes and feet, and you are the brains
so it is ironic how worried you are about san now, when you gave him this role
âi know that i can get hurt,â san begins, taking a deep breath. âbut there is no pain as long as i keep my eyes on the balance scale.â
this time, when he outstretches his hand, you take it. he plants a sweet kiss on your knuckles
âdonât worry about me, hmm?â he tugs you closer so you can rest your head against his firm chest as he embraces you. âi canât focus when youâre so worried.â
âi canât help it,â you tell him. âyouâll just have to get used to it.â
san lifts your face with his thumb below your chin, his brows furrowed with concentration and worry as he looks at you
his eyes are sharp as he scans you so you smile
immediately, his body relaxes and the corners of his lips curl in a smile as he pecks your lips- once, twice
and it is about to turn into a deeper kiss when wooyoung claps loudly to get your attention
âalright, lovebirds. get inside. we have a heads-up.â
you scowl at wooyoung who smirks in response but you both immediately join the youngest inside
your client has texted to let you know that sheâs about to go out so you can stalk her stalker
you and wooyoung take your equipment to the van and san prepares himselfÂ
heâll be observing tonight, but he is prepared in case the stalker catches on
just like that, you observe the stalker for a few days, assuring your client that she is safe
you plan a trap to lure the stalker to an abandoned area where san will have a little chat with the stalkerÂ
and when the day comes, all your client has to do is threaten to call the cops on him
he comes after her and that is when san knocks him out with a punch
the stalker finds himself tied to a chair in an empty room when he opens his eyes
there is the stale smell of something resembling death in the room, and that makes the man resistÂ
from the darkness, san emerges, clad in all black, his face covered with a mask
and his favourite weapon, the dagger, in his hand
you and wooyoung are watching from the camera embedded on his coat
you can see the glint of the dagger as he twists it dramatically in his hand
san circles around the man once as if to gauge the roomÂ
even through the camera, you can tell how thick the air must be feeling
san meets eyes with the man and removes the tape over his mouth, wincing when the man screams his lungs out in hopes that help would come
there is no help, not for miles
âwho are you?â the stalker spits on the ground near sanâs feetÂ
san only shuts his eyes in mild annoyance. he is not easily riled up
âyou have been found guilty of the crime of stalking. tell me⊠what should be your sentence?â
the man pales, fresh beads of sweat trickling down his foreheadÂ
âit will be better if you admit to your wrongdoings and give me a fair number. you donât want to leave it in my hands.â
âwhat do you mean sentence?â the stalker starts struggling fiercely, almost falling off the chair. âi have already served!â
san grins under the mask, closing in like a cat and stomping on his foot, making the man let out a guttural groan of pain
he leans in to whisper in his ear
âbut⊠that was for murder. and unfortunately, i am not charging you for murder tonight. otherwise⊠you would not have walked out alive.â
the man gulps loudly, meeting eyes with who has to be the person he has heard so much about in prison
most of the people in prison feared this man- the judge, they called him
the man was the judge, jury and executioner for criminals, feared more than the cops or actual prosecutors
âsurely⊠youâre not him, are you?â
you wince at the fear in the stalkerâs voice and meet wooyoungâs eyes
san never confirms if he is that. he simply finishes the job right there
the stalkerâs screams are heard for quite a distance, even outside your earpieces
you shut your eyes momentarily and when you open, you can see the blood oozing out of the manâs left leg
san is wiping the dagger with the manâs own jacket as he tells him that he will never be able to stalk people again
the man screams and screams, waiting for something more, but nothing else comes
sanâs job is done
he tosses a broken piece of glass near the chair for the man to free himself if he wishes to
when san comes back to the van, the air is sombre, just like after every finished request
wooyoung pats his shoulder in acknowledgement and mutters a joke in an attempt to lighten the mood, which works
âthey still call you the judge, huh?â wooyoung teases as he drives
âjudge, jury, executioner. how scary, choi san.â
san raises a brow at your comment- he can tell what youâre referring to
youâre referring to the first time when he came back covered in blood
and the first time he realised that no matter what he did, you would never be scared of him
and that you and wooyoung would always have his back and guide him
âi think iâm only the executioner. you both are the judge and jury.â
âmakes sense,â wooyoung agrees. âbut the world does not need to know that.â
Judge, Jury and Executioner
Mingi
The Overseer
âthe future, pitch black, upside downâ
mingi dips his brush into the onyx ink, finishing writing the words on the big canvas
the canvas that is a splash of colours- red for the blood on his hands. white for the innocence he lost too soon. blue for all those nights he spent trapped with only the moon as his friend
and finally, black for the future. the future is the only uncertainty in his life
despite being a leader of a notorious gang, he can never be certain about his future. there are always people after his life
he cannot trust anyone- not one soul-
âsir,â a voice interrupts and he knows who it is instantly
even if he did not hear your voice, he knows you are the only person who would dare interrupt him in the middle of his private time-
âtea, sir. youâve been cooped up in here for too long,â you say, placing the mug on the table
-for something as meagre as tea
mingi spares a glance in your direction, noticing how you are still dressed in your usual all-black fit
which means you have not gone to sleep yet, even though itâs well past midnight
âand what are you doing up so late?â he asks as he picks up the cup and sips it, finding it exactly to his liking. a flavour only you can nail
âwatching you paint,â you confess without hesitation
because in this place, in this room, between the two of you, there may be truths hidden, but there are no secrets
mingi is amused to hear that though he does his best to hide it
âand what do you think of the painting?â he asks, allowing you to take a closer look
you smile at his permission to inspect his art and you inch closer to the painting, now standing beside your boss
you read the words on it in a whisper and cock your head in thought
âisnât this too dark, even for you?â you questionÂ
mingi shakes his head in amusement and looks down. only you could have made this observation, having been at his side for a solid seven years now
where others would say that his paintings were too âcolourfulâ considering the kind of person he is, you still find them too dark and void of life
youâd know better, because you know mingi inside out
he first found you when he was a street thug in the process of becoming something big
all he had was his raw strength, a strategic brain, a few rusty weapons and some loyal friends
he went on to fight gang after gang, always emerging victorious and merging the losing team with a good deal- itâs how he earned respect around and gained a reputation
every other gang knew not to stand against him unless they wanted to risk losing everything they had
when he first opened his office in the darkest part of the town, he found you purely by chance
you were nearing the end of your teens- a rebellious little girl who cut ties from her family and ran away from home
at that time, you had multiple part-time jobs trying to make ends meet, hoping to find a place to live
and one fateful night, you found yourself in front of a building to deliver chicken, peering up at the light coming from the 4th floor- this must be itÂ
although⊠you werenât sure if the loud sounds coming from the floor were just men having a good time or if something had gone really, really wrong
men will be men, you thought, wanting to get the delivery done with so you could move on
only when you reached the 4th floor, you spotted men lying on the ground and clutching their limbs, blood all around
while every sane part of your brain screamed at you to pretend you saw nothing and go back, you recalled how when you received the order, they promised a big tip to the rider
you could not miss that, could you? you had to find a place to live, and you needed every penny
so you started with the men who seemed to be unconscious. you took any cash they had, being careful to hide your face in the hoodie
you moved to the office, hearing a crashing sound and flinching
you made quick work of grabbing more cash from the thugs- they had to be thugs
they all had guns, for fuckâs sake
you went into one of the neater rooms and placed the bags of fried chicken there
and you froze when a burly man made his way inside, wiping blood from the edge of his mouth
âah⊠you must be songâs girl, eh?â he snickered, scanning you up and down
âi- iâm delivering chicken,â you pointed at the table. âiâll be on my way then-â
ânot so quick,â his gaze darkenedÂ
instinctively, you grabbed the nearest object, which so happened to be a mug and chucked it at the man, successfully hitting his head
he clutched his head in pain and you made a dash outside, bumping into another man
the tall man seemed mostly unscathed save for a bruise on his cheek
he held your wrists to steady you and his eyes darted in the manâs direction who was clutching his head no more
âoi, song!â the burly man called. âteach your girl some manners, will you?â
the man called song pushed you to the side and a gunfight ensued
you took shelter behind a shelf, observing how the taller man successfully shot his every target
when he thought he was done- and was out of bullets, he looked in your direction and tsked loudly
you were about to come out of the shadows when you noticed one of the supposedly unconscious men take aim of songâs head
your eyes widened and almost instinctively, you grabbed a heavy metal object from the shelf and rushed to the man who was targeting your saviour
to say that mingi was surprised to see a young girl save him from his enemy by nearly crushing the manâs skull?
he knew you were something special right away
you both stared at each other for a long time before he told you to go back to his office, lock the door and not come out until he comes back
he was done sooner than you thought, and while his men cleaned his mess, he found you in his room, sitting rather calmly
âso youâre the delivery girl,â he narrowed his eyes
âi hope the chicken is still warm,â you responded. âif you can just pay me so i can leave-â
âwhy did you do that earlier?â he asked, voice low and rough that sent shivers up your spine
âi donât know,â you answered truthfully
mingi paid you more than extra that night and told you to come next time they place an orderÂ
the next time would turn out to be the last time you would ever work a part-time job
mingi offered you a place in his gang, and you took it
you are still not sure what your position in this gang is though- they smuggle drugs but keep you away from the work, so what are you doing here?
personal assistant? chef? manager? all of these?Â
sometimes, you are accompanying wooyoung in the field- the gang now has an official base and a few legal businesses
sometimes, you stay in the kitchen with seonghwa and wooyoung to cook
other times, you sit with yunho and hongjoong to plan and offer your opinion on their strategic takes
you arenât sure if you are qualified for that- you probably arenât
somehow, though, the gang members respect you for whoever you are
you are the light in their dark life, they joke. you are someoneâs friend now, sibling to some, secretkeeper for others
but you still arenât sure what you are to mingi
whenever you ask him why he took you in, mingi always responds with something different
âyou were clever grabbing all that money from our enemiesâ
âyou saved me- though i must say i could have handled itâ
âyou looked like a lost catâ
âyou didnât report usâ- excuses, all of them
truth be told, mingi has no idea what you are to him either
he has a certain fondness for you that he has for no one else. of course, it didnât happen instantly
he took you in because he realised you had a strategic mind and he could really use that
he insisted the office needed a âfeminine touchâ even though it came in the form of a cranky teen who wouldnât stop asking questions
but somehow, the two of you formed an unbreakable bond
he finds solace just being with you in one room, even in complete silence
he loves to hear you talk, even though you mostly question his morals
because he is not a good person, you found out
song mingi is not conventionally good. he is a man of principles, but he does not have the best morals
despite all that, you learned a lot from him. the world is a harsh place, and only he can protect youÂ
he learned a lot from you too. the world is a harsh place, and only you are his safe space
when at times things get stressful, he comes to seek you. he finds you in the shared residence and sits with you
if he is feeling down, you will have him lay his head in your lap. you will caress his head and let him be
if he wants to talk, he will. otherwise, he will watch you for a long time until he falls asleep, unguarded
when he gets tired, he will seek your arms. all he has to do is show up and you will know what to do
you will drop whatever you are doing and spread your arms
it is his home at this point. thatâs how things are like
are you in a relationship? you donât know
all you know is that song mingi is the most important person in your life
it doesnât matter if he lives life the way he does
it doesnât affect you anymore- the blood on his hands or the chaos in his mind
it doesnât bother you because you know his heart, and that is all that matters
so standing in his private space right next to him, inspecting his painting with a critical eye, you tell him that the painting is not him
he tells you to pick a colour and you reach out for a box, making him chuckle
âreally?â he asks
âthe future may seem black, butâŠâ you begin. âit doesnât feel so dark when iâm with you.â
mingi takes a deep breath at your words. you always get him like this, and he is not sure if he can restrain himself anymore
your heart aches when you see him curl his fists, a sign that he is holding back some words or an action
âtell me what youâre thinking,â you request, though it registers like a command in the gang leaderâs brain
âiâm thinking that i never should have given you this life.â
you shake your head at that- how many times has he voiced out that he wished you had lived a better, normal life, away from the clutches of the underworld?
âno, youâre thinking something else too,â you comment
âiâm thinking that i want you to stay here, with me, forever,â he responds
you nod in approval. âiâm right here. iâm not going anywhere.â
âyou could get hurt,â mingi says, taking a step closer and closing the gap between your bodies
âi am a big girl now, mingi,â you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist and hearing his erratic heartbeat
his arms are still by his sides for a moment before he embraces you
âiâm old now, in fact. how much longer will you keep me waiting?â
mingi grows stiff at your question. so you know
of course you do
mingi cups your face and locks eyes with you
âi wonât break,â you promise
âi know,â he smiles, pecking your forehead. âiâm afraid you will break me.â
your lips curl in a smile and he rests his forehead against yours
âare you sure about your choice?â
âyes,â you breathe. âi want you. iâm yours.â
mingi draws back
âi meant your choice of colour,â he tilts his head in the direction of the painting and the box of paint you picked for him
âof course you did,â you laugh at his attempt to distract you
mingi leans in to close the distance between your lips
it is soft and unrushed. you both have waited for the right moment, the right time for years and everything feels absolutely right at this momentÂ
you go first, asking him to join you in your bedroom and he agrees
he assesses the canvas once again
as a finishing touch, he sprays a final splash of yellow- the colour you picked for him
yellow for hope, for all the light in his dark world
The Overseer and his Shelter
Wooyoung
The Maniac
it has always been a cat and mouse game with you and wooyoung
you chase after each other, running in circles with no start or end
itâs almost as if you both have sworn to keep your eyes glued on each other, watching every move, anticipating what is next
someoneâs lips curls up in a failed attempt to restrain a smile- a smile that drips with mischief and mockery
someone elseâs eyes glint with threat and promise that this is not over, their fists curled in anger
you chase after each other like cat and mouse
onlyâŠyouâre not sure who is the cat and who is the mouse
sometimes, it is you chasing after wooyoung
jung wooyoung, the son of one of the richest businessmen in town
a privileged piece of shit who is not right in the mind
a crazy bastard who has made it his lifeâs mission to not only drive you to the edge of the cliff but to push you and laugh in victory as you fall
he takes advantage of you being a criminal investigatorÂ
some people jest that they canât tell if wooyoung means to ruin your career or lead you to your promotion
with the amount of times wooyoung has gotten himself in trouble (and gotten away with it) he keeps your desk full of cases that you spend most nights investigating
while he keeps your hands full, what frustrates you to no end is that he almost always gets away with his crimes only because of his social standing and his connections
he gets away with petty crimes. he gets away with bloody fights that could very well have him spend one night in the station, cuffedÂ
he gets away with major crimes such as money laundering and tax evasion
no matter how much you try to investigate, you cannot
there are the warnings of your superiors who threaten to fire you because this is not your worry
and even if you do start to investigate, wooyoungâs team is quick to wipe any evidence of said crimes
youâre pretty sure that at this point, he might be hiding a body somewhere in his house
you wouldnât be surprised. man once set his enemyâs mansion on fire
to make things worse, he got away with it- even when he was the only one grinning and playing with a lighter on his way outÂ
while the others scrambled like mice, he sauntered in style
he gets away with anything
you reputation at the station is already in shambles because of it
they call you his shadow at this point, considering how you are always following him
the truth is, you just want to wipe the shitty grin off his face for once
you want him to suffer defeat when you finally put him behind bars
you want him to chase after you like you chase after him
you might come off as delusional, but youâre half convinced that whatever wooyoung does is on purpose at this point- to get your attention
it wasnât always like this, you and wooyoung
it started with a simple fight that broke out at a party where all the high-profile people were
someone was stupid enough to call the police- but you were more stupid because you went ahead and handcuffed wooyoung
you told him that you couldnât waste this opportunity because you were investigating another case related to his fatherâs company anyway
and he? he laughed out loud like a maniac
you soon learned why, going home with the sound of your superiors scolding you still ringing in your ears
here you are, a few years and a lot of chasing each other later
except⊠you get something out of the chasing now
all he has to do is corner you. all he has to do is rile you up as he tells you why you lost this game yet again
with his burning gaze and honey voice, he pins you to the spot
with his fingers tracing the curves of your face, he tells you how much he loves you chasing after himÂ
as if heâs all that you ever think about. he might be right
âdonât you think weâre meant for each other?â wooyoung questions almost innocently, licking his lips subconsciously as he trails his finger down the curve of your neck until he reaches the first button of your shirt
âdonât think too highly of yourself, wooyoung,â you respond, your chest rising and falling in controlled breaths
you can not let him know the effect he has on you
however, wooyoung doesnât need any sort of confirmation
you can try to keep your gaze steel all you want. you can attempt to sound sure and fake indifference, but the fact is that wooyoung knows
all he has to do is take another step forward and fill the gap between you two
his warm breath caresses your face and you gulp despite yourself
he watches you intently and squeezes your neck just a bit, causing you to part your lips for air and then he brushes the tip of his nose against yours
his other hand is slowly but surely unbuckling the belt of your pants and taking it off
you can only thank god in an ashamed relief that youâre in a private space- the space being one of the empty rooms in a random building on a random street because you had been tailing wooyoung
(at least the door is locked)
wooyoung brushes his lips against yours as your pants fall on the ground and pool on your feet
the sound that makes has heat rushing to your face- this should not be happening
you are a fucking detective and wooyoung is your target
but you canât complain when his fingertips dance along your hip bones
all he has to do is swipe his fingers up your panties
upon finding them soaked (as usual), he smirks and you smack his chest
he catches your fist in his hand, though
âall for me?â he asks
in a matter of seconds, your lips are upon each other, tongues in each otherâs mouth as you wrap your legs around him
he picks you up effortlessly and places you on a very dusty table
he gets rid of his clothes all the while kissing you expertly, aiming to please you, dominate you
he sucks on your lips, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on
and when he finally takes off all your garments, he has more places he can get his mouth on
âadmit it, detective,â he breathes against your clit. âyouâre obsessed with me.â
âget to work before i cuff you and fuck your brains out, wooyoung.â
wooyoungâs laugh echoes in the room as he recalls that night- a night he is sure he can never forget
âdoes that mean i get to experience that again if i stop now?â
you are moments away from your high- how dare he ask if he can stop?
he gets the hint and gets to work, and he makes sure he does a good job, licking and sucking at your clit until youâre screaming
for bonus points, he dives his cock inside right after and stays still as he starts to kiss you eagerly
this time, youâre the one who loses to him and lets him take control
you let him thrust into you. you let him praise you and humiliate you to no end
truth be told, youâre addicted to him. there is no going back from here
wooyoung knows how to use his tongue and he whispers sweet nothings
he is also surprisingly good at aftercare, even though you donât accept it from him
well, you try not to, but he is insistent
he takes you home and he invites himself in
you go to the shower and he goes to your room to admire the effort you put into bringing him down
loads of files and a board full of his âaccomplishmentsâ staring back at him- nothing he doesnât know
âyou think your daddy will help you if i start to investigate the slush fund you have?â
âwhich one?â is his response, and he grins widely as you gape at him
he can practically see the gears in your head turning and he adores that
it is a cat and mouse game after all. he must give you something so you keep coming after him
(and you must give him something so he keeps finding you too)
while youâre still processing what he just implied, your phone rings
you flinch when you pick it up, getting an earful from your team leader once again, because where were you?
you were supposed to tail wooyoung to confirm that he is meeting up with a notorious gang member who does his dirty work
the case youâre team is on these days is targeting the gang, and yet again⊠wooyoung is involved
so what the hell were you doing, your superior asks
âjung wooyoung did not meet up with the gang leader,â you say into the phone, your eyes fixed on wooyoungÂ
wooyoung has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face
âand how do you know that? i thought you lost the tail-â
âyes, i did lose the tail,â you bite your lips in thought- you canât tell your team leader that wooyoung has a strong alibi this time-
but wooyoung goes ahead and snatches your phone from you
âdetective lee,â wooyoung greets and you mutter a string of curses under your breath
you watch wooyoung charm his way through the matter
telling the detective that he was in a tight spot because of the gang they are investigating
and how it is a shame that a âcivilisedâ person such as himself is being linked to thugs
he tells him that he almost got attacked but you saved him, and you hid him in an abandoned building, being wise enough not to blow your coverÂ
you canât tell how he does it, but by the end of the call, your team leader is fully convinced that you did a good job today and he even praises you when you take the phone back
when you end the call, you glare at wooyoung
âwhat?â he shrugs. âi needed an alibi.â
âis that why you took me to the building to fuck me? because you needed an alibi?â
wooyoung watches you with mild curiosity
âdid you think it meant something else?â he asks
it would have hurt if he really meant it, but thatâs the thing
you both know he doesnât mean what he says, especially about whatever is going on between you two
he has risked his position and even his life far too many times just to get you alone and fuck you
so you only smile and shake your head in response before telling him to fuck off and get out of your sight
(and he does. not before a second round)
when he leaves, you watch his car disappear from the window before going to the board and updating everything you got out of him tonight
everything about his business and his crimes. everything to make your case on him stronger
itâs truly a wonder how much you can get out of fucking someone right and youâre positive you can see the end of this case now
though⊠youâre not sure if you will ever take this to court. but thatâs something youâll worry about later
for now, you will follow him like a cat follows a mouse
and he will chase after you like a cat chases after a mouse
The Maniac and his Shadow
Jongho
The Tyrant
it is always a little too cold in the building for your liking
the building that is choi enterprises, located at the heart of the city, standing tall with numerous floors, laden in luxury
it is a workplace and home to some of the people in this city and a symbol of something untouchable to the others
as you enter the building, accompanied by your secretaries and a guard, you instantly feel the temperature drop despite the warm tones of the interior
the employees that greet you may have smiles on their faces but itâs all an act. you can tell, because you know what a genuine smile looks like
choi enterprises somehow always manages to keep the most calculating people to themselves. it might be why the company has flourished so much in such a short period of time
âto the private elevators, miss,â a man says and you recognise him as one of the ceoâs personal staff
you follow him and tug your jacket closer, wishing you had worn it instead of draping it over your shoulders
you catch your reflection on the golden glossy door of the elevator and straighten, lifting your chin up
you will not be pushed into submission, you repeat for the umpteenth time
however, things are not in your favour this time
in this never ending game of business rivalry, you and choi jongho have never seen eye to eye. you always stand in opposition, defensive or offensive
sometimes, you manage to outsmart him while making a new business deal or scoring a new project. other times, he is a few steps ahead and wins the game
except when you lose, somehow, the loss is much greater and a bit personal
your company always suffers more when you lose, which is why this little meeting you are going to have with jongho is no less than a negotiation- a war, if you must
sometimes, you wonder if jongho has a personal grudge against you. these meaningless battles start to seem like an excuse to see you
if not, then why is jongho looking like he just won the lottery at the sight of you?
âas beautiful as ever,â he says, scanning your figure slowly
you donât move an inch, pretending those words donât affect you
the secretaries move to another room, leaving you and jongho alone
jongho gets up from his chair and moves to the middle of the room, motioning you to take a seat
you watch as he pours a drink for you, his muscles flexing through the coat heâs wearingÂ
you take the drink- you need something to calm your nerves
âi suppose the odds are not in your favour, considering you found your way back hereâ
an allusion to the time he said that you were meant to find your way back here again and again, that you were just a lost kitten and he was your master, controlling you
at that time, you thought he meant to spite you, but time after time, he proved himself right
you always find your way here, always as the opposition. this time, though⊠you wonât bend
âif the odds are in your favour,â you begin experimentally, downing the drink in one gulp and then pouring one for jongho. âwould you like me to join hands with you?â
now this is new- jonghoâs eyes slightly widen at your remark
âah⊠how the tables have turned,â jongho started to chuckle lowly
you let him be for a moment, scoffing internally
jongho had earned the right title over the years since he stepped up as ceo of his fatherâs company
a monster of capitalism
known to be the owner of many questionable businesses, borderline illegal, evading taxes and having slush funds unashamedly, heavily involved in money laundering- the list goes on and on
a true financial villain- a true monster, yet⊠being able to get away with everything, unscathed. thatâs who jongho is
he has bribed every soul who would dare go against him. and those who do not take the bribe? he makes sure they kneel
and you⊠youâre pretty close to being his next target- he did say you would look pretty on your knees for him
âis business not going well?â he asks, faking innocence. he knows
you are a rival company- seo enterprises. everything that jonghoâs company is, but⊠more legal
your forefathers were once partners, and they created their independent companies without a hint of rivalry
they were the definition of true brothers (and partners in crime)
the difference between the values of your company came when you and jongho stepped up as ceo
you had made it your lifeâs mission for your company to earn a good reputation and moral image, while jongho seemed to have made it his lifeâs mission to simply conquer the world, no matter what or who the stepping stone is
âbusiness is well,â you narrow your eyes at him. âitâs about the land in ilsan.â
jongho doesnât seem surprised to hear that. it is always like this- he knows what moves you will make
âah, the one where we are about to construct a gallery?â jongho asks
âwe?â you repeat. âthat land is a shared property. why have you not consulted us before going ahead and signing the documents? how could you begin this project without us-â
âthe other option is selling it to the government because of the redevelopment project,â jongho leans forward, âand you know how much i despise the government getting their grubby hands on whatâs mineâ
you know he is right, and he knows that you are not here to argue about why he started this project without telling you
jongho relaxes back, considering all his options before deciding to strike. âyouâre worried about your involvement in that project, is that right?â
âwell,â you mirror his position, âi would like to keep my reputation clean unlike yours.â
he chuckles at that, proud of his deeds. âyeah, well, thatâs going to be hard, sweetheart. that gallery is going to be an optimum location for storing money.â
you know what he means. the gallery is going to display priceless pieces of arts. those pieces are but a means of illegal transactions for the elites
you swallow your anger, taking a deep breath. âiâd like to have my shares back, then. before construction starts.â
âuhâŠâ jongho gets up, fixing his clothes. âyouâre going to have to convince me for that.â
âplease,â you scoff, but he only shakes his head, ignoring that because he knows this âpleaseâ was wholly sarcastic
âtry harder,â he smiles mockingly before turning his back to you and moving to the window, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants and staring down at the city
a tyrant- thatâs who he is
he expects to get the maximum output out of anything he set his eyes on, no matter the cost- money or lives
you join him by the window, pointing at a few spots. âthatâs where people held protests against your company last week,â you tell him. âapparently, you have been exploiting labourers too.â
âthatâs what they think,â he spits. âi gave them more than they deserve. they just never learn to accept. they never get pleased.â
you look at jongho- he sounds like he is saying the truth. he has the art of sounding like a victim at times, thus justifying his actions
âdoesnât all that venom in your heart make you dizzy?â
jongho glances at you, his lips threatening to curl into a smile at your words
âdoesnât it get tiring, pretending to be moral?â jongho asks, trying to read your guarded eyesÂ
âthereâs no pretending. i never claimed that i was full of morals, mr. choi,â you sigh. âi just wish for my business to have a legal foundation.â
âand it will, you donât have to worry,â he responds, curling a section of your hair that had been resting on your shoulder in his fingers
you donât flinch at his touch. youâve known him since the beginning, and nothing he does fazes you anymore- except when he leans closer experimentally, locking eyes with you and trying to read you
âyou will get your shares, but you will have to convince me,â he says, voice barely above a whisper
it is a challenge. it is always a challenge with choi jongho
âwhy are you so obsessed with me?â you laugh this time, swatting his hand away
he joins, and everything almost seems normal for a moment- just two friends with too many inside jokes, except⊠it only lasts for a moment
âhow can i convince you?â you ask, sombre
âyou know what i want from you, y/n,â he replies in a similar tone
he wants a true partnership, except his idea of a partnership is where you bend to his will (and so is yours)
âdonât turn this into a legal battle, jongho,â you warn, âi would hate to summon you to court.â
âdonât turn this into a petty rivalry,â he counters, âyou will benefit from this project. you reputation wonât be harmed.â
âi donât want my name next to yours,â you tell him in all honesty and you think you see hurt flash in his eyes
âthat is not possible,â jongho declares. âour companies are not mentioned without each other. we are fated like that, you and i.â
that is true. no one dares to touch the two of you, so you two have always been alone
there is no one you both can trust. there is no one next to youÂ
except the two of you are always together, wherever you go, be it business parties, political dinners, or high-profile events
you can only trust each other, because despite knowing everything about each otherâs business, despite being at war with each other
you are always honest with each other- honest about your intentions and purpose
there is no one next to you because you two are always together, leaving no space for someone else
do you hate that? not really. does he hate that? heâs not sure
âyou can buy my shares from me,â you start, âor you can shift them elsewhere. i can handle whatever loss comes with that.â
âor⊠you can let it be and use the revenue for something âmoralâ,â he taunts and silence envelopes the room
âno matter how much you try to maintain a clean image,â he starts, gentler this time, âyou cannot undo the damage your forefathers have done to your company, y/n. seo enterprises will always be known as the company that exploited the weak to get to the top.â
you donât wince at that, though your heart aches to hear that
âjust like your company. except you are continuing in their footsteps,â you say
jongho nods, watching how your shoulders are curling inwards
âyou are not weak, y/n, stand straight,â he almost scolds, taking you by surpriseÂ
you find yourself straightening at his words, confused to see how conflicted he looks
âyou are the strongest person i know,â he tells you, and he means it. âi just donât get why you are atoning for their sins.â
âi donât know either,â you smile in defeat. âi just am.â
âwell, if you ever get tired,â he gently places his hands over your shoulders, âi am here for you. you can lean on me.â
you lock eyes with him, scanning his face. his smile seems genuine
the way he kisses your forehead makes your heart melt
when he embraces you, you lean on him physically
and you almost give in, exceptâŠ
âi can lean on you, huh?â you say, soaking in the warmth of his body, taking as much as you can before you continueÂ
âso you can end my career, merge our companies and crown yourself king?â
you look up at him, finding him smirking
just like you thought
ânot a chance, choi jongho.â
âhow can you see right through me every time, y/n?â he laughs loudly as you smack his chest and move towards the sofa to grab your purse
âiâm the only person who knows who you are,â you tell him. âyou can own the world, but you will never own me.â
his eyes glint almost dangerously
âchallenge accepted,â he says
you mockingly wave goodbye before exiting the room
choi jongho never changes, and neither do you
but somehow⊠it gets more addicting and electrifying to be with him, to compete with him and to stand with him
even though he is a tyrant, and you are everything that he is not
The Tyrant and His Defiant Ally
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I think that it's now more important than ever to keep making art.
Whether it's some scribbles on a piece of a paper, paint on a canvas, typing out erotic fanfiction about two cephalopod women, i need you to keep going. OKAY?!
Keep going at your own pace. Don't feel like you have to "grind" to achieve success, you're probably young as hell, you don't need to become a masculine obsessed fucking nutjob that is so obsessed with "discipline" and all this bullshit. Sure "discipline" is cool but... That shit takes a LONG TIME to develop and it only comes with experimentation and see what you believe in and what you enjoy. Don't get.... heh...... heh heh..... BRAINWASHED!!! by women hating bald bastards online who wanna turn you into a fun hating robot that's all about "work work work." Fuck them.
You are a human with flesh, blood, bones, a heart and a brain. You are not a machine. Got it?
Anyways, in talks of art, i wanna give my own sort of help for my writer friends out there! I thought it would be fun and plus, there's too many damn writing tips out there that boil down to "you HAVE to do this thing, you HAVE to follow this structure" and i think that is bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit that gives you more stress than needed. You know how many boring mid action movies come out that follow the hero's journey? The three act structure? The story circle? It is better to just make shit and learn what you could do for next time.
There are no rules, all of the "rules of storytelling" are just optional suggestions that you can either take or leave. Plus it seems like every fucking YouTuber has a different set of rules that conflict with each other anyways. However, I wanna share my own sort of "basic ass fundamentals of stories" that can fit into any story structure you want! I got these guidelines from the YouTube channel The Closer Look. I like their content, it's very insightful.
Here's Dr. Spectre's basic ass fundamentals for stories.
Characters. Simple, a story must have characters otherwise you are making something else that is not a story.
Progression. Is there a sense of progression? Does it feel like for every second of story it isn't stagnating or getting dull and boring? Does it feel like shit is happening and growing? If it feels boring to read for you, then it's gonna be boring for another person reading it. Progression could be plot based or character based and them growing as the story goes on. Doesn't matter which one, can be both or one. Good stories never feel like they are staying the same or spinning their wheels.
Delivery (Aka. Setup and payoff). Do you deliver on the promises in the story? And do you deliver them in a way where the audience after they finishing reading or watching, they felt like it was all worthwhile and they didn't waste time consuming your story.
Everything else? IT'S OPTIONAL!!! COMPLETLY OPTIONAL! YOU KNOW HOW MANY STORIES BREAK THE "RULES"?! Do not become reliant and dependent on these "rules" because it'll slow your development and discourage experimentation. Not every story is gonna fucking follow the Save The Cat format.
There is also the talk of theme and i will say this.
Theme is not "this story is about sex, drugs, greed." No. Theme is a message or argument, it is not a word, it is something you are trying to say via a story. People don't have to agree with the theme, but it must make people think about it. If your story is about sex, what is it trying to say about sex? That sex is a scary thing and that it's okay to feel scared and worried about your first time? What are you trying to say about greed? Etc. Etc.
I read through a Sonic comic recently that everyone loves called Scrapnik Island and guess what? I fucking love that comic too.
Scrapnik Island isn't truly about Sonic and Tails getting stuck on an island and Mecha Sonic is there and he becomes evil and does all this stuff. No, what it's ACTUALLY about is that your worth as a person isn't determined by successes and failures, Mecha Sonic feels like he is worthless and is a failure because he not only failed to kill Sonic, but also failed to help his friends on Scrapnik Island. However, Sonic snaps him out of that bullshit mindset and it's truly, truly wonderful stuff.
Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion isn't truly about Agent 8 being trapped in a facility and defeating an evil ai. It talks about racism and what does it talk about specifically? That it doesn't matter what someone looks like, as long as they are a good person that's all that matters. That life is varied and beautiful and it's worth protecting from those who wish to destroy it.
There's a reason why Agent 8 takes the time to soak in the fresh air and sunlight near the end of Octo Expansion, why Eight has memcakes to collect and we see their thoughts and wishes. it's there to explore that theme, that idea of what the story is truly about.
Splatoon as a franchise is about how wonderful creativity itself is, that art and life are connected and grow together and are important and deserved to be protected. Commander Tartar, Mr. Grizz and Overlorder are all opposed to that idea and that's why they are the antagonists. DJ Octavio less so because he is trying to save his own culture and art, even as to go far as manipulating a mentally ill Callie who was already growing distain and tiredness from her own culture, so it just so happens that these two chaotic forces share the same ideology.
Now, I wanna say, do you NEED a theme to make a story? No. BUT! If you don't have something to say and that connective tissue, then it's gonna weaken everything else and the action, plot and characters have to be fucking top notch. The "Rule of Cool" only works when... you know.... it's cool? And well done?
Anyways, I've rambled long enough. Please keep making art, please? Especially now considering what has happened. I need you to hold onto hope, hold onto creativity and fun. You must. You have to...
Be good people.
#splatoon#splatoon 3#story analysis#storytelling#writing#creative writing#writing tips#sonic the hedgehog#sonic comics#inspiration#keep making stuff#pleaseeee#art#creative#creativity#fanfiction#long post#rambles#ramblings#please reblog
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managed to finish another decent ish piece so here's narinder's inutial design!! as always probably will change later
we're living by furry laws in this house so "head fur" aka hair is an option and im using it. period. another unpopular(??) choice is giving narinder a fur pattern, and don't get me wrong i love the pure black void nari, but as an artist i enjoy making up details to draw, so i indulged myself here. (but if i ever were to draw comics with him i would simplify it or just make him all-black, because repeating this every frame is a misery. fun for a one-off ref sheet tho)
not a lot of lore stuff for the guy since the idea of the au is still fresh and im figuring it all out, but there're design inspirations under the cut if you're interested!!
sooo lets go
i wanted narinder to have that dramatic sharp featured og cartoon villain look, so i took inspiration from oriental longhairs for the facial structure and from maine coons for fluffy dramatics. also i just love using maine coons as cat references. look at those things. marvellous.
from the very start (pretty much) my brain was consistently giving me images of narinder with hair, specifically dark long-ish straight-ish, so i tried to walk this mental image backwards to find the origins of it, and i think scar and ozai are my best bets. in my first sketches narinder had shoulder length hair with slight waves, but in the end i opted for long and straight. not really a reason to, just was vibing better to me
clothes are pretty standard narinder robes i think. i find it funny that fandom unanimously gave him basically a priest outfit, and i like it too, so i kept it. that red stripe gave me a little bit of a headache though, couldn't get it to look okay and not weird or tacky. i think i managed. i had to contain my urge to design him an intricate outfit with different textiles and embroidery and shit, but i try to keep it at least somewhat tied to logic and the au, and let's say that no-one was willing to do something this elaborate for narinder for quite some time
and some lore crumbs
âą narinder is declawed (after his defeat that is).
see the narinder's claw relic and the whole do no evil motive. the most evil narinder directly did was the injures he inflicted on his siblings, and he did it by, quoting shamura, "such sharp claws". so yeah, that tracks. funfact i considered taking only one of his claws, from the left ring finger, because the relic is "narinder's claw" singular, but "callamar's ear" relic is also one ear and not two, so it didn't feel kike a good enough basis to take only one claw yk. so sorry big cat, all your claws are now gone
âą lamb did kill narinder after defeating him. there's nothing on the pic that's tied to that fact, just thought it would be interesting to know
#i forgot the FUCKING VEIL#okay I'll add it later with a reblog i don't have it in me to draw it now#but yk it does exist#with death comes peace au#cotl#cotl narinder#my art
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aww yeah ep 20 GOOD
I guess I do (very casual, broadstroke) episode commentaries now, halfway through the show lmao. Spoilers below!!
Bai Jiu BETRAYAL?
Wen Xiao WANTED?
Zhuo Yichen DETECTIVE-ING?
Ying Lei BACK?
*crowd cheers*
The dots are connecting like crazy with the big bad's whole inner core crusade and also with the simultaneous demon case like I did not recognize Ao Yin as the demon Li Lun first released eight years ago but oooh do I enjoy that minor payoff.
Love the repeated use of the demonic-spell-restraining sigils now that we've been introduced to them, though I wonder why the Bureau doesn't ever seem to make use of them. Maybe they don't deal with enough powerful demons to need to paint those in their own (very empty) dungeon? Or perhaps just plot convenience.
Anyway I kind of wish in the Chongwu Camp dungeon PSJ fought a little bc she's so cool in action and their bailing was a little abrupt, but it makes sense that they'd have an immediate getaway plan. Also this is an ep 19 comment but that line Mr. 3-Face Mask delivered about PSJ being fated to always be betrayed by her little brother(s) HURT. So good.
Back to the Bureau, I do love me a good framing, and I'm also happy to get a tiny bit of the episodic demon-murder-case style back. WX was v clever to hide out in Situ Mansion, and (small detail but) I appreciate that the others catch her up on the Bai Jiu thing onscreen. As an aside, I also like that the actress for WX got to be double-casted even just briefly. Seeing some of the actors get to play around with portraying various extremes in characterization and costuming is a ton of fun.
And then yay Bai Jiu backstory at last~! It's crazy how much that blood moon fucked up everyone's lives eight years ago huh.
Everything ZYC says to him is on point (and honestly, ZYC is really quite adept at comforting others, he just sucks utter ass at it when it's his fault and he has to apologize lmaooo) but of course my favorite scene in the whole episode is as follows:
The very slight shine in the waterline, the bittersweet smile/grimace as, deliberately or not, ZYC's words indirectly echo everything about the circumstances between the two of them right now??? Whew. They did that for me specifically.
Anyway, this was a good one to chew on for me, packed with plot movement enough that I didn't feel unsatisfied with just one episode. I'm glad that so far it seems like the release schedule bears in mind what episodes should be watched in pairs for maximum effect (eps 16/17, 18/19 specifically) and which ones are okay to stand alone for the day, but I also don't want to speak too soon haha. We'll see how ep 21 fares.
Also since this is a ZYC stan account (lmao) I have some obligatory ZYC thoughts that I haven't managed to fit anywhere else. I've been meaning to comment on this for a while now and was reminded by this episode: I love the fact that ZYC actually smiles quite often. I think it's a bit surprising every time he does because he so easily fits the archetype of stoic broody action hero, but it really is just an archetype he's fit himself into, and it's never clearer than when they flash back to smiley baby!ZYC (how freely and purely he used to give those smiles away...).
On the other side of this is also how caustic and biting he can be with his words, whether sarcastically or otherwise, and how clearly his face telegraphs his emotions in general. I love that he actually emotes quite a lot and isn't cold and unaffected in the least, just pouty frowny and awkward.
The last piece to this for me is probably his age (which I very much appreciated being established super early on) and how convincingly TJR portrays him as young and inexperienced and extremely earnest. He's so sincere in everything he does that it really doesn't take much to move him, which also (imo) makes his arc less overdone.
We all know from the start what direction his development will likely go, how he'll learn he's mistaken about ZYZ and how he'll grow to have a more nuanced view of the world as he creates more bonds with others. But he's so emotional and emotionally aware that it doesn't really take much push and pull to get him there. And actually, it's not untread ground to himâhe is moreso thawing, in part returning to the open-hearted nature that he had to very abruptly shutter away rather than fundamentally changing as a person. I think to me, that makes his character more compelling to watch because his cynicism about the world is perhaps the least sincere thing about him. It's entirely learned, and not by choice. Relatable.
#fangs of fortune#zhuo yichen#fangs of fortune spoilers#spoilers#tian jiarui#episode commentary#meta
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Misunderstandings
@dira333: what about a meet ugly with Daichi or Kita? A meet ugly is about meeting someone in a less than fortunate way but somehow you still fall in love?
You had just finished a long, exhausting work week and wanted to treat yourself to something nice. Hence, a slightly fancy dinner alone. You let out a content sigh, sipping your drink. The ambience of the restaurant was impeccable, the lighting was soft enough for patrons to relax, and the music blended into the soft chatter in the background. You were still waiting for your meal, but the breadsticks in this place made for a good distraction. You hum and break off another piece. Don't mind if I do.
Suddenly, an athletic-looking man sits down across from you. He gives you an apologetic look and says, âIâm so sorry Iâm late. Work ran a bit long, and I got here as fast as I could. The hostess said you werenât waiting long, though.â He continues explaining his tardiness, butâwho the hell is this guy!? Your eyes widen at his sudden appearance, almost choking on your precious bite of breadstick. You cover your mouth and start coughing, while he looks a bit flustered.
âAre you okay? I didnât mean to startle you.â
You shake your head and gesture that you're fine. You catch your breath and finally take a good look at him, and you quite like what you see. He has dark, short hair that suits his face nicely. His shoulders are quite broad, and you can tell he has some muscle on him. More importantly, he has warm, brown eyes that seem to stare right through you.
You take a deep breath and finally say, âIâm sorry, but whoââ when a very angry-looking woman storms over. Just when you thought your eyes couldn't get any wider.
âWho the hell do you think you are?! Flirting with someone else, standing me up on our date? I can't believe you, Daichi! Koushi said you were a total catch! Ugh!â
You break your gaze away from the fired-up woman and steal a glance at who you guess is Daichi, and see his jaw is practically on the floor. He sputters and is stuck between looking at you and her, before she stomps her way out of the restaurant.Â
You two are silent for a moment, registering the chaos that just erupted at your table. Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot several groups of fellow diners whispering about what just happened, and you honestly wish you could disappear.
You sigh and meet his eyes. âDaichi, right?â He nods grimly. âIâm almost certain you can tell by now I wasnât your date. I was going to tell you but I was pretty confused and couldn't find a good time to, and then, wellâŠâ You grimace at the thought of getting yelled at by his date.Â
âI am so sorry.â He lets out a deep sigh and runs a hand through his hair. âTo be honest, I donât do this kind of thing- dating, I mean. My friend said heâd found a good match, and the way he described her, well I thought- I thought it was you.â He lets out a nervous cough.
You blink and think about his words. âWhat.. do you mean?â His face blushes and his gaze focuses on a corner in the room.
 âHe, um, said that my date was very beautiful. That she was very approachable, and funny. I heard all that, and then the hostess said my date was waiting back here, and I saw you. I thought âThis must be her.ââ You watch his face as he goes on, and all you see is sincerity. Your face burns due to the flattery coming from him right now.
âI⊠wow.â Is all you manage to get out.
âOnce again, I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your dinner.â He pushes his chair out and moves to stand but you can hardly stop yourself from grasping his arm.Â
âWait!â His eyes widen slightly and he looks at you expectantly. You chew on your lip nervously and say, âI feel a little responsible for ruining your date. It's the least I could do to have dinner with you. If you would want to, that is.âÂ
He gives you a comforting smile and softly says, âIâd love that.â
note: this was so fun to write, thx so much for the requests. I hope it lives up to your expectations :)
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#hq x reader#hq#hq drabble#daichi x reader#daichi sawamura x reader#haikyuu daichi#haikyuu x female reader#female reader
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An older piece for a zine a few years back!
#body horror#nautical horror#horror art#horror#illustration#digital art#my art#clip studio paint#please donât repost to pinterest lmao#I don't love this piece but I think it's good fun#kinda popped off on it in my opinion#I think this is from my art school era as well#nothing like the world's worst globster#cw body horror#creature art#creature#monster#monster art#globster
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So much experimenting to be done, where to even start (Patreon)
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#Fellplates#Gaster#Papyrus#Sans#Mostly silliness :) Mostly :)#It's still fun to draw these two Gasters next to each other hehe âȘ Even interacting!#They're more similar than I think either of them would admit haha - ''No clearly we have very different ideals'' sure but you're both Gaster#I like the idea of classic being So Annoyed at any iteration of himself thinking positively towards humans haha#I mean it would probably hurt - that's a big piece of his trauma! - but on the surface it's just Ugh I can't believe this -.Ăł#I feel like they'd have a lot more common ground when it comes to their experiments tho - not a perfect Venn Diagram but enough!#Maybe even just different enough to offer a new perspective - enough to give them new ideas! Uh oh that's never a good thing lol#I do love Fell!Gaster just so pleased to be having a conversation haha so smiley - classic still not smiling but interested!#Cute face <3#It was after making the Toriel comic that the thought Really occurred to me - like obviously I saw so I knew they were still in the gowns#But it took a bit for that to strike me as odd since I mean that's just what they wear! That's normal! For Handplates anyway#He talks a lot about isolating whatever it is in Monsters that Make Them Like That - what does that entail#Gaster no seriously what are you doing to them don't just smile actually reply#And as much as I like the boys being a bit more Fell-ish I've always been of the opinion that no matter what they're brothers!#They love each other <3 And in Fellplates they'd have to rely on each other even more than regular Underfell#If anything would cause some codependency it's the Handplates setup - no matter what version you throw at it!#They're still both delicate little things - they need each other to survive â„ If Gaster is sometimes kind to them well...#Similar to Mercyplates but Not Quite hmmmm#At least sometimes doing cute and harmless things tho! Studies how they react to flowers and teaches them to make chains hehe âȘ#There's also that Underfell thing of Sans calling UF!Papyrus ''Boss'' rather than ''Bro'' yeah? Doodling ideas around that haha#An opportunity to teach! Sans only came away with the basics tho it probably annoys Gaster lol#The idea of them doing cute harmless little things and /that/ being what gets under his skin hehehehe#And ending with a Babybones! :D Surely he'd have no problem being attached since they're meant to be good...? Surely
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I saw it in your tag game post that you're also fond of the Apollo-Heracles conflict đ for a myth that appears in only a couple of sources, it sure has a lot of presence in the vase paintings (no seriously, everytime I think I've seen the last of it, I find ten more)
SO do you have any favorites among the paintings that represent this story??
OMG OMG THIS ASK IS A GIFT. IT IS A GIFT THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THIS
I also think it's extremely interesting that it's a story so popularly portrayed by vase paintings and in such a variety of ways!! It's certainly one of the stories that gets left out of written compilation of Heracles' legend a bit (which is a shame, I think it's a fantastic story) but Apollo had a very peculiar relationship with Heracles in general that I just kind of find amazing (and very, very funny).
Apollo is not a god with any legitimate grudge against Heracles, but he does argue with the mortal a bit like he argues with his favourite brothers đPart of why I love the story of Apollo and Heracles fighting over the tripod so much is that it is such a little brother thing for Heracles to be upset with the proclamation his elder brother has given him and so, he throws a great fit, taking up the chair and declaring that he'll just give himself a better prophecy! And Apollo, instead of being a marginally professional big brother, decides to fight him for it until their father has to break up their cat-fight. Like was that not just the plot of the Homeric Hymn to Hermes? Is this not exactly how Apollo treated Hermes when he was a child and now those two are inseparable? đ
Because of this, my favourite vase paintings tend to be the ones that highlight the personal squabbling between Apollo and Heracles the most. There are some very elaborate ones that have the full host of them - Athena, Heracles, Apollo, Artemis, usually a dog and a doe, I've even seen a couple that had birds and plants etched on them, but the simplest ones that show Heracles about to bonk Apollo with his club out of frustration or depict Heracles nyooming away from Apollo while Apollo (presumably) yells curses about how he's going to fling Heracles head first into Tartarus for daring to take his things? Yeah, those are the premium big brother/little brother things I'm looking for.
(Photo. Marie-Lan Ngyuen)
(Photo. Museo Claudio Faina)
Also the one in the Theoi.com archives is a real classic - perfect energy.
#ginger answers asks#Thank you SO much for letting me talk about this even a little it always makes me smile#Despite their disputes - if you ask me Apollo was quite fond of Heracles#And I think a big part of why I ultimately come to that conclusion is that Apollo never hinders Heracles or withholds blessings from him#He simply calls him a bitch every time he sees him and then makes his life marginally more inconvenient#like any good older brother let's be so fr#It's extremely charming to see him so playful with a mortal he's not in love with/that is not his son#Other moments of Apollo teasing Heracles includes him trying to convince Artemis not to let Heracles catch her doe when he comes#to fulfill that particular labour (again he doesn't actually try to stop it he just puts up a bit of a fuss about it)#and perhaps another of my all time favourites#Personally luring Heracles into Admetus' house so Heracles can wrestle Thanatos while Apollo rescues Alcestis#I DO NOT KNOW WHY MORE PEOPLE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE LUNACY OF APOLLO'S ADMETUS/ALCESTIS PRESERVATION PLAN#He really said âNo yeah I know a guy don't worry about Death Incarnateâ and then Heracles shows up at Admetus' door like this is a sitcom#The laugh track that plays in my mind every time Admetus opens that door sees Heracles and then looks back at the disguised Apollo like#'HIM?? HERACLES?? Heracles who can break me in seven pieces with a thought Heracles???'#And Apollo just gives him a thumbs up and says âfeed him well pookie <33â#Genuinely some of the funniest shit I have the pleasure of reading in greek myth#Another reason I don't think Apollo has any ill will against Heracles though is how Apollo reacts when Heracles#loses Hylas in the Argonautica#Or well some versions of the Argonautica - this is also a story that changes wildly depending on the source/compilation#But Apollo is incredibly sympathetic to Heracles' sorrow and kind of decides there and then that Heracles losing one love#should be the return of another and asks that Zeus let Heracles free Prometheus when he makes his descent into the underworld#Similarly it is Apollo who anoints Alcaeus/Alcides the name Heracles (also dependent on the myth source)#They just had a very fun relationship and it's a serious shame that it's not acknowledged more#apollo#heracles#greek mythology#(Also people do not talk about the fact that Apollo grappled with Heracles to a standstill enough actually)
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Thinks about how. Gloreth only starts looking at Nimona differently/strangely when her parents call her a "monster". Just throws that label with such a negative connotation on her. Gloreth fucking fights for Nimona immediately in the beginning saying that she's her friend and never once looks at her with ridicule until her mom just holds her by the shoulders and tells her she's a monster, straight in the eye, straight in the face. And just the word is enough to cause the change.
Nimona's getting fucking attacked and prodded and Gloreth doesn't even feel sorry for her just because she's now re-contextualizing everything around her but with that word. I'm so sick. She looks not in hesitance but at disbelief before she runs away. She sees Nimona trying to defend herself from literal Danger in any way she can (she's just a kid and she's fighting with people who won't listen, never will, people that she can't get through) but just sees that as more proof of her being violent, monstrous. She sees her friend all alone, with the odds and the world stacked against her despite them being. so similar but just tells her to go back to the shadows.
And like. Of course she believes those words calling Nimona a monster and takes them to heart. Her parents, the ones she would probably trust most are the ones that told her that. And she's young, she doesn't know much about the world or much better. And of course, her parents and the whole village don't know any better. They didn't see what she saw. They don't know or feel the need to know much more than the definition of the word "monster". But it hurts. God it hurts. It's wrong. It's not fair. It's really not fair.
And it causes this whole legend that will stay with Nimona to ridicule her for generations and generations and birth this system that she's trapped by and causes everyone to be so brainwashed. The one that makes people scared and build walls. That births unecessary distrust.
God. Even in the scroll illustrating Nimona and Gloreth, Nimona is portrayed as such a bigger and scarier threat than she ever could be or would be, until Nimona internalized and gave into those images and despair of course. It's not fucking fair.
Thinking about how when the villagers saw Nimona as a "normal" person they were happy for her just living her life and playing with her friend, she was just another kid being happy like she and every ("normal", apparently) person deserves to be, and they were allowing her to be happy then when they find out what she really is they hate her. They call her a monster and drive her out immediately. They don't look into the details that contradict the stigma, they just feel betrayal when they weren't even the ones who were betrayed (Nimona couldn't fucking help being who or what she was. And she was her own person. She was still. A someone. Why do things have to be different now?). I'm so sickkk.
Thinks about how Nimona feels so hopeless as to just. Accept and yield to that label. That label that was passed down to Gloreth. To the whole world. Such simple but awful words. Aughhhhhhhhhhh
Another post I saw talks about how this is a movie about how hate is taught. And oh my god it is. Hate it taught. It's done so simply yet so, painfully effectively. So devastatingly. And that hate teaches people to hate the world back. God I fucking loooove this movie
Also Nimona's such a Creature /pos /affectionate she's so relatable I fucking love her and I'm insane okay that's the post bye
#nimona#nimona movie#nimona gloreth#this is all to jsut say the trans allegory is INSANEEEHAUEORBHAEOH it. touched me.#watched this movie with some irls after never hearing of it befroe in my LIFE and. as a person who had. a very miserable june at home#and is still having kind of a miserable time at home#this movie made me feel. very accepted and loved :)#lmao at one of the emotional points with nimona one of my irls like dragged me in for a hug#because i was laugh-sobbing very loudly because being dramatic is fun LMAO exagerrated reaction y'know#and they said it's because they couldn't tell if i was actually crying or not#and while i don't think i was in that moment#i think i was genuinely crying at some point#not in an obvious way. just slight tears. and not the laughing kind#and it was great. what a great movie <3333#the fact these themes are also. extremely prevalent in another piece of media im currently hyperfixated on is sooo unfair you can't do that#also unrelated but i love how casually ballister and ambrosius' relationship is portrayed#it's so nice to see it just. be there. and be wonderful#all in all yeah great movie i am now sick for life <3#also i spent this whoel post misspelling ânimonaâ as ânimoraâ i'm :skull: good thing i reread and edit before posting
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DEUCE TRIED TO BEAT ACE WITH A LARGE STICK WHEN THEY MET????????????????
oh my god i get to tell you this i'm so happy. this is going to get long because i just. adore how fucking cringefail deuce is at the start of the novel. the manga is great but it's so important to me how badly this man can fuck up within 10 minutes of meeting a stranger. his ass does NOT know how to keep his foot out of his mouth
going behind a read more bc long and spoiler filled (specifically heavy spoilers (essentially an abridged play-by-play of the first chapter) for Ace's Story book 1 and a little bit of the first chapter of the Episode A manga adaption)
if you don't want spoilers but are curious uhhhh basically deuce got a lil hangry ^-^ thats all ^-^
so, in the manga adaption, deuce pretty immediately warms up to ace, yeah?
yeah. deuce is pretty fuckin easy in the manga. meanwhile, in the novel, when ace immediately asks for help...
(if it's unclear, all first person is referring to deuce, the book is written from his POV)
in fact, deuce manages to fail basically every speech check in the first conversation they have together. i'm not kidding look at how fucking bad he is at this.
my man falls ass first into a rant to a guy he just met and manages to find himself saying 'wow why don't you go cry to your mom and leave me alone to be depressed' to a man who's mom literally died in childbirth. less than 5 minutes after meeting the guy. and the best part? HE KEEPS GOING.
he's gotta stop there, right? surely? surely even a man who's been stranded on an island alone for 3 days can tell when he's got his foot so wedged in his mouth he's practically deepthroating it? NOPE!
at this point, you'd think there's literally nothing worse that he can say. you would be so, so wrong.
MY MAN. MY GUY. i want to hammer in the fact that deuce managed to fuck up a conversation this badly with a man he's literally never met within like, 15 minutes at most. deuce then proceeds to recover from this utter failure at conversation by just. walking away into the woods and proceeding to continue slowly starving to death for several days whilst avoiding ace. he also eats ants on at least one occasion. this isn't really relevant to the hitting ace with a stick thing but it's important to me that you know that. he also despite all of this has this gayass moment
again, not relevant, but important to me that you know he saw ace failing to sail on the worst raft you've ever seen and still called him 'dashing'. now, at this point, deuce has been without food and with only minimal water for days- probably close to a week, though it's a bit ambiguous. and my guy, brilliantly, thinks to himself 'well. ace doesn't look like he's starving to death. what if he has food?' and sneaks behind ace, following him until he sees ace with a huge fruit (the mera mera no mi).
all of this... deuce sneaking up on ace planning to fight him for the fruit, kill him if he needs to, because he's the son of roger... and you know what ace fucking does??? you wanna know what this giant depressed puppy of a man fucking says to a guy who was abt to bash his brains out??
"nice stick!" and deuce just fucking. starts sobbing on the spot out of guilt while they argue both trying to get the other to eat the fruit. they are. so stupid and i love them so much.
so yeah. deuce's first ever interaction with ace is loudly announcing that he'd want to kill himself if he was the son of roger, and his SECOND interaction is him attempting to kill ace with a stick because he's hangry. i love him so much he's so fucking shit.
tldr you're not you when you're hungry and also you should all read the ace novels. because of this and also because ace and deuce get cockblocked on a gay ferris wheel ride by a marine just deciding to jump in the gondola with them and sit there menacingly until ace breaks the door and just jumps out to escape her monologuing abt her traumatic backstory
#this got away from the original question a bit but i don't think anyone will mind#i say this every time it comes up but god i need to finish the novels#it also drops some hints to the meaning of ace's misspelled tattoo and i desperately need to see if it says more on it#talking#one piece#answers#dontmineit#portgas d ace#masked deuce#deuce one piece#i find it so funny the dichotomy between their meeting in the manga vs novel#let me tell you i was fucking losing it when i read it#i love the manga but i do feel like it goes VERY hard on the depressed/self destructive angle#while the novel feels less in-your-face abt it which feels more fitting#manga is like he's always brooding and depressed meanwhile novel feels more like a friendly guy with severe baggage below the surface#tho the manga does fascinate me wrt his relationship to his crew#because the manga (to me at least) paints ace as a beloved captain#but arguably not a very good one#and i don't think it even does that on purpose#but it's fun to roll that thought around my head#anyways
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2023 in review! I made an effort to try more things and it worked mostly (at least for TV and movies). New things, new-to-me things, and new installments of old things all had characters to love even if I didn't necessarily feel fannish about them, and I'm hoping 2024 does, too.
#but yeah no I had a lot of fun with some of these#mp100 is now fully going down as one of my favorite works of art ever. i mean it. i'd stick it on a shelf with discworld.#trying Nida Manzoor's work was SO GOOD like if edgar wright knew how to make girls lovable I meant to only try one episode of WALP#and then I marathonned it all in one night right into the sunrise and I do not regret it#(look I love edgar wright but)#i had my issues with GO2 and Fionna & Cake and HxH (which I finally tried yes I am late) but still they had babies in them#one piece and the last of us did like major progress for proving those mediums *could* be adapted and not suck so seriously kudos#I didn't go into Barbie expecting it to Solve Capitalism and The Patriarchy so I appreciate what it did do#Nimona was just gorgeous#Across the spider-verse is so good it's hard to say anything about it#Peacemaker is obnoxiously good and Chris's breakdown near the end really got me#Bottoms & Marry My Dead Body & Ying-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity are just fun okay don't think about it#the strange planet show was sweet and peaceful to watch#and even with a 40% budget cut OFMD has my heart and ed is The babygirl of all time for me#thanks for reading these tags if you did and I hope you have a good new year#art i'm proud of
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the aforementioned bat costume! btw!
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#if i had not been really busy the week leading up to halloween i would have tried to make ears and a nose#and maybe drape the wings/cape a bit better so that they looked more like traditional bat wings#but that's ok i think it still turned out fun#oh i guess it would be good to note that i did draw a bit of inspiration from tumblr user demondemon and his vampire bat drag look#but his is much cooler than mine#also shout out to my bat belt statement piece of all time i love wearing it#fuck i don't remember my selfie tag. whatever#teeth.txt#also i wore this both nights i went out so the makeup and hair are slightly different lol
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Finally getting around to watching S3 of Sonic Prime and man. This is the best most well-written Shadow I've seen in AGES, you can really tell the writers are massive Shadow the Hedgehog fans and it's wonderful. :')
Also it's SOOOOOOO cool seeing Shadow and Sonic fighting together and working side-by-side. "He's not on his own," straight up got me yelling like "HELL YEAH!!! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!"
#i talk#I'm watching Sonic#I don't think I have a tag for this#I'm a massive Sonic fan I just never talk about it#it's one of those pieces of media where I'm so hungry for a good story#but I just can't keep up with the comics and I've been burned before#but Sonic Prime's handling of Shadow and also the fun little banter they do is really nice#I'd love to do this kind of script writing someday....#I would love to do scripts for cartoons I love writing stories like that and I LOVE writing banter#I think my dialogue is the strongest thing about my writing and that was (and still is) always what I got compliments on
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saw a video about 2 player ttrpgs and one of them was like "this one's about a pretend marriage" and i was like oh? and i looked it up on itch (eyes on the prize, fyi) and it's 50% as of right now and i was like OH? and i bought it immediately & ive read most of it and i am a big fan. and i KNOW that i have friends who would have fun playing it (it's a 2 player or 4 player game; the 4 player variant has 2 fake couples) but asking them is going to be so cringe. yeah we're gonna make up people and pretend to be them and then pretend to pretend to get married and the characters when they start their pretending they're gonna be like "oh we don't have any romantic feelings towards each other this is strictly plot" but then (get this) they will start to develop real feelings for each other. and we're gonna act it out together and pretend to be them but don't worry! we have no romantic feelings towards one another. this is strictly plot. when WE (irl) pretend to be in love it's actually platonic, unlike the people who we are pretending to be to each other. so do you have like 2-5 hours you wanna dedicate to that next week
and the worst part is that's 100% what i want. like i have roleplayed romance before with friends it is literally not a big deal because the whole point of roleplay is that the character ISN'T you. but with a fake relationship the crushing weight of dramatic irony hovers behind me
#i do want to play it though it seems fun. i actually think it would be more fun to do the 4 player variant#just bc like. to me fake dating is all about the audience. the way you act alone vs in public#it's about the drama. the show. having other people to bounce of off in rp i think benefits that#eh. im overthinking it i'll get over myself & bring it up. i at least wanna talk about it to people even if we don't intend to play it#i also kinda think you could use the game as more of a writing prompt than a roleplaying game if you wanted?#like. ideally you're still have 2 or 4 people who have a character they mainly control#and you'd like. co-write a story by hashing out responses to each card (which is the main game mechanic) & writing it down#but you would lose some of the imo more like... silly (affectionate) parts of the game?#because some of it is really about the improvisational aspect of both ttrpgs and the fake dating trope#but i still think it would be really fun. and i have done a lot of text-based roleplay before#so i am biased towards it just in general.#i also think you could probs play with 3 players with slight bending of the rules and in and out of game acceptance of polya relationships#esp because the setting is like. vaguely period piece fantasy nobility. you go to fancy parties and shit#i feel like those people had very complicated love lives i think a throuple would be fine#also We Are Playing Pretend#good idea generator#unrelated but did wtf when did they update the post editor the tags are so ugly LOL
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screams in i scored the most gorgeous lace skirt this morning for 5 freaking dollars
wardrobe is finally getting somewhere !!!! have been scoring lots of basic pieces to combine together in the last couple weeks and am rly happy with the finds i've drudged up so far.......literally all my extra 'spending money' past bills is going to mori rn LOL àČ„âżàČ„
diverse coords here i come.... soooooonnnnnnn.... Ù©(ËáË*)Ù âĄ
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#just me rambling abt clothes#god i love secondhand shopping#being so autistic about keyword searching for like actual hours to find the kind of piece in the color + silhouette i want is PAYINGđ OFFđ#(i am an autistic person!)#i think ive finally gotten p good at shopping for mori pieces from ppl who have no idea that theyre selling mori clothes#which is#àŒàș¶âżàŒàș¶ LMAO#getting past the hurdle of ppl who don't even remotely know how to tag their stuff for findability is so fun it's like a scavenger hunt LOL
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Pretty clothes for you! âš (Patreon)
#My art#Solanaceae#Satine#Ahh!!! Even with this one being done I'm still so nervous about it somehow!! Haha âȘ#It's been so so soooo long since I've participated in an Event that I've forgotten everything I've ever learned or done in one haha#But yes! This is an event piece! DCS put out an art call and I wanted to join and I'm very glad I did! :D#I would consider myself a very casual fan of Solanaceae like it's been way too long since I've reread in earnest but I like to stop by#Lovely art and characters and interesting movement and feelings and problems everyone runs into it's quite cool :D#Satine is probably my favourite of the bunch even if it has been too long since I've properly caught up with everyone!!#I remember always feelings very positive and like - mixed-love? They're complex in a way that I really like#Ahh all the more reason to catch up again! So I can properly express how I feel about Satine /now/ not just partially remembered haha#I'm also just generally a fan of DCS' art style and passion and ah <3#I don't think I've mentioned it anywhere but DCS was one of my Very Big - maybe even Main inspirations to make VargasLovingHours#And then I also get to draw their pretty lad in Satine! Yes!!#I have a lot to feel thankful for inspiration-wise haha â„#This was a fun outfit to design :D I really wanted Satine to feel pretty 'cause they are!#A kind of cool pink and scalloping I will always choose scalloping if there is an option for scalloping to be chosen#And I got to bring back a bit of the rainbow-opal look I used for Winter King a bit back as well! :D#And mirrors and sparklies and just - yes! Many good and fun things!!#I do think it's a bit funny since those were supposed to be thought bubbles but then I just - forgot to make the little bubble tails lol#Remembered them on the flowers! But not the thought bubbles! Haha oh well âȘ#Does not diminish the cutes or the pretties â«
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