#its somehow been such a drag and so long yet I've basically got nothing done all month

[thatsonehellofahabit]

it has both somehow been the longest fucking january ive ever experienced in my entire life and also february already apparently. if someone can notify me as to why this is the way it is.

[thesoulesscollection]

The Royal Product; The Candy Jewelry & Kinsley Siblings Facts

It has been a long while since I've posted anything for Honey and or anything else related to her products. I've decided to make this a post on its own since it contains some things of Choc as well 

Candy Jewelry 

Basic explanation; It's a concealment and or disguise spell contained within jewelry. Mostly comes in the form of necklaces but also in earrings, rings, and etc. 

Can be worn for long periods of time unless it is to be taken off or gets damaged then it won't work for the wearer. 

Though there's always going to be a catch and inevitable downside, one is the decline psychologically as people will slowly forget who they once were prior. Severe identity crisis and the new identity will reign havoc.

 ^ Another side effect, physically, is the growth of colorful (pastel) ‘candy’ rocks on the wearer's skin. Usually it starts at the area in question where the jewelry resides. At first the skin is sore, itchy then soon it will consume them until they're nothing but a jaded statue. 

This product and any other doesn't work effectively on the Kinsley Family as it would've for anyone else outside it. They're as close to immunity as one can get.

^ Although that hadn't stopped Choc in his younger years from being overly excessive in taking them. (Ie. Honey's first guinea pig) and having multiple times overdosed 

Honey Kinsley

Has severe anger issues. The type that will get physically violent such as throwing things and fighting. As well will get absolutely vile with the verbale insults, not caring if she crosses a line.

^ Her anger tends to be explosive yet done and over with as quickly as it had started where it leaves her tired afterwards 

^ Does her best to keep her wrath in check (and fails miserably) to remain the perfect lady. The only person who can calm her down is her brother. 

Growing up between the two siblings, she is the spoiled rotten golden child of her grandmother, Candy who had favored her. Whereas Choc was the black sheep that she taunted over his head. 

Both siblings have a natural sweet scent to them where Choc's is of rich chocolate and caramel, hers is sweet honey that has an underlying ting of bitter spice

Similar to her brother, she has light pink clouds surrounding her but way more prominent and thicker, heavier 

^ She can actually command it to her doing so she often lets it move her from one place to another. As well, she can lay and sit on them to rest (same with other people)

An impressive con-woman albeit very controlling, has many contracts (soul bonded) with people. Able to help alter life with her products as one knows it for people who ask for her help. 

More Facts About Choc 

Somehow he managed to get a hold of the teleporter and make it work for him. He does have a knack for it and he got it fixed on his own. 

^ Diligently reworked it with his sister and now is a literal part of him on his person. For example, to get a better control on it he does use a clip on to his tie or a watch to help better control it. 

Whenever he teleports, Choc leaves behind a light gold cloud with small white stars that foams within. It stings slightly for anyone who happens to walk through it and is on the warmer side

^ Now has a permanent sparkly cloud residue that surrounds him but it only takes a keen eye to notice. Choc is unnaturally warm to the touch or to be around due to this like a heater. 

Ends up in awkward situations more then not, either landing in odd places he didn't account for or in the process drags unsuspecting people along with him 

[haloguyfttp]

Just gonna say it, incredibly "funny" (read: Irritating) that the Hoyo community overall despises Aglaea. Not anywhere near as much as Sunday back in 2.1/2.2, but it's quite "funny" how bad it is. Yes I'm gonna rant for a bit again because god does the Hoyolab app you log into once a day to claim dailies while seeing dogshit posts make it hard not to hate this place. WuWa's community's got its own (quite bad) problems but at least I don't need to see them daily.

The first thing Phainon does upon meeting us is watch us get surrounded by what he knows is an endless horde, see us fight them and start to struggle (which I hate in itself already because Hoyo sucks at picking a power level in main quests. We just got back from beating a soon-to-be-god in Sunday and now we can't kill trash mobs? This happens constantly, we always get backup to fight pretty weak things, but later in the quest we fight even more powerful beings and can hold our own somehow), and so he instakills them, then steals our weapon while BREAKING Dan Heng's, and proceeds to go "Ehe just trying to protect everyone! Sowwy uwu". Again, he does not know about Imbibitor Lunae. He does not know we (trailblazer) have multiple weapons. As far as he knows, he just disarmed one and broke the other, leaving us entirely defenseless, with nothing but an effective "whoopsie" while Tribbie covers for his ass HARD.

Aglaea gives us exactly 1 rule, we break it WITHIN THE HOUR, and thus she prepares the appropriate response as our failure could've destroyed everything she and Tribbie worked so hard to build. This prophecy wouldn't matter if Sky Titan yote Okhema now would it. Yes she failed to explain properly but how would she assume we'd fuck up such a simple rule so quickly (which btw could've been entirely avoided as she's supposed to be super smart and constantly planning ahead so she should've given us stricter instructions, explained the basics better, and give us more local attire but whatever I guess)

Somehow between these 2 characters, Phainon became pookiebear on sight while Aglaea is disliked en masse and compared to Sunday, who at least was an actual antagonist in his arc. "Oh but Aglaea was mean!" Grow up. She's keeping this shithole from imploding 24/7 for CENTURIES. And right when shit's really hitting the fan and Nikador's actively ASSAULTING Okhema, all of a sudden random people from beyond the sky appear, and you want her to just what, accept everything and believe us when we say we're here to help? We show up install weird tp stations and make outlandish claims when a CENTURIES old being has never heard of any of this, and she's meant to trust us just because? Sure we helped with Nikador but she's not a dumbass, she doesn't know how strong we really are. Especially with the unknown power (stellaron) she felt she is entirely in the right to believe we're trying to gain favor and feel this place out before deciding to attack or something.

Aglaea is so incredibly nerfed in how much they could've done with her, the writing constantly dragging her back from being a truly emotionless manipulative yet hopeful and good leader akin to Sunday but on the good guy's side this time (btw where the fuck is he I've waited 2 patches for NOTHING) into "slightly on edge side character", and SOMEHOW this god-forsaken fandom STILL ended up hating her. I've seen more hate for Aglaea than any IPC character, like fucking hell. And yes I hate the IPC and by extension all the IPC characters, and I will not elaborate because this got way too long already.

Anyways whatever. I had already lowered my expectations of this community after the ludicrously negative response to Sunday's character but even with that I appear to have overestimated this community.

[little-writings]

Hi! I love your writing so much! And lately I've been in love with the yandere personality, so if its not to much to ask, could you write a fic where Jumin is a yandere, and other men are constantly flirting with MC. (This is something that basically rivals who Jumin is, so please, you don't have to do this if you don't want too.) Thank you! 😄❤😃💖

Oooooo this sounds real neato!!!! If I think Jumin were to essentially be a serial killer he would be similar to that of Hannibal Lecter (Bryan Fuller’s version, however) 

And while, yes this does very much rival who Jumin is this will actually be a really awesome writing challenge to keep it still believable for his personality!! So I’m really excited to do this!!

Anyhow, I’d be more than happy to write this request for you! Thank you and have a marvelous day dear!!!! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

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People had started to go missing.

Yet what bothered you the most was one particular thing.

You had known each and every one of them.

One had been a bartender at a restaurant, a sort of murky hint in his gaze as he looked to you.

“Hey…” He dipped his head as you sat down, tapping his fingers against the table as he leaned to you. “What can I get you?”

“Oh goodness,” You chuckled lightly. “can I just get something small? Don’t want anything too big.” 

“Aw come on, that’s just weak,” He joked. “Live a little!” 

“No, no I don’t think so!” You exclaimed, laughing meekly. “Maybe some other time.” 

“Hopefully when it’s my shift?”

You crinkled your nose for a moment, shrugging.

“Maybe!”

“Well-I certainly hope so,” He raised a curious brow, curls of muddy hair twirling about his hair. “So-what’s someone as cute as you doing here all alone?”

You felt a hand set itself on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly, a low, stern voice speaking out. 

“They’re not.” 

Jumin.

You smiled at the sight of him, a warmth blooming in your chest as he softened almost instinctively at the sight of you, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“I’m sorry I took so long to get here love,” He glanced up at the bartender. “I suppose I got here at the right time though, however.” 

“Shouldn’t have left such a pretty thing here all on their own.” The man murmured in response, giving you a small wink. “I was thinking I’d snatch them for myself.” 

He scribbled something down a napkin sliding it over to you.

A phone number.

His.

“Offer still stands if you’re interested.” 

You shook your head, preparing to dismiss him when Jumin intervened, his hand curling into a fist as he crumpled the note in his hold, shooting daggers at the man.

“They’re not.” 

The man was found dead by the end of the week.

Another had been an ex.

Constant texts flooding into your phone at an almost constant rate.

“I miss you.” 

“Just one more night.” 

“No one else has to know.” 

“Just one more chance.” 

And each time you’d deny him.

You told him you were with someone else.

That you were in love with someone else.

But it felt as if there was no end.

“I can’t believe this!” You exclaimed, walking beside Jumin, his arm wound around your waist. 

“What is it?” 

You sighed, sinking against him.

“It’s…it’s an ex of mine. He won’t leave me alone!” 

“What is he doing?” Jumin’s brow lowered, glancing at your phone screen, frowning. 

“He keeps trying to convince me to give him another chance…” You puffed out your cheeks indignantly, anger boiling just from spotting the messages. “I keep saying no but he won’t stop!” 

Jumin folded his lips, letting out a heavy breath, stopping to turn you to face him, pulling you close. 

“I’m sorry darling, I’ll see if there’s anything security can do to handle it.” 

You sighed, looking up as he tipped his forehead against your own, somehow feeling immensely comforted just by his presence. 

“Do you really think there’s anything they can do…?”

His words were love-laced, such certainty drenched in them that you couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you.

But perhaps, there was something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m positive.” 

And within a few days, your ex was found lifeless.

It continued like that. 

One after the other.

Gone.

And even now, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

So perhaps when your co-worker, someone you’d been partnered with for a project, told you he’d be staying home, you got a bit nervous.

Especially seeing as he was known for flirting around.

And he had done it with you.

You had told Jumin, exasperated and annoyed, only soothed as he pulled you into his lap and assured you it would be fine soon enough.

You had called him in your home, pacing about nervously despite Jumin’s encouraging assurances.

And relief overcame you as he answered.

“What’s up?” He snickered. “Missed me?” 

“Who couldn’t miss that charming personality?” You scoffed. “I was just…wanting to check up on you. I was really hoping we could go over the project one last time for the presentation tomorrow.” 

“Jeez, you really want to…?” He huffed, thinking for a moment. “Alright, you can send me an email and I’ll check it out but I’m really not feeling all that great right now.” 

“If it’s a fever or something I can bring some soup or something-I’ll wear a hazmat suit even-” 

“There’s no way you care about this project this much, sweetheart.”

“Don’t-don’t call me that.” 

“Listen, if you’re just looking for an excuse to see me don’t bother,” He proclaimed. “I’m not about to pass up an opportunity with someone like-” 

You heard a gasp, and a clatter as if the phone was dropped from his grip, crashing onto the floor.

And the call was dropped. 

Fear.

That was what filled every bit of you.

And in a moment’s notice, you were out the door. 

You had been to his home before, a simple home a few blocks down, yet you had never felt yourself so slow even as you attempted to rush down the side block.

Even when you finally made it you felt as if you had been glued to the ground, unable to move as you tried to pry your feet away, dragging yourself up to the stairwell to his house.

You came to the front door and tugged on the knob.

Locked.

You curved around the wall of the building coming to the back your eyes met with something that horrified you.

The back door, wide open.

You crept inside, your fingers hovered over your phone, prepared to dial emergency services at the slightest hint.

You snuck forward, keeping your body low to the ground, creeping closer to the living room.

Creeping closer to a sound.

It was similar to that of shuffling, however, muffled and calculated.

And as you saw who, it seemed to click.

Like a puzzle, you never truly wanted solved.

Not if it meant this.

You rose to your feet and met Jumin, your voice breaking and body weak, legs threatening to buckle.

“O-Oh my god…” 

Jumin turned to meet you, gaze as big as saucers in absolute terror.

His lips were parted as though he wanted to speak.

But nothing came out.

He was clad in a clear plastic suit, layered above his usual polyester.

Seemingly a shield of sorts.

You came closer and found hidden amongst the furniture was your coworker.

Dead.

His eyes bulged, a thick line engraved against his throat.

Strangled.

You fell onto your knees, horrified as you desperately attempted to search for any kind of pulse.

Only to be met with nothing.

Nothing but a cold, decaying husk.

“How…” You murmured. “How could you do this…?”

He held back, answering quietly, a peculiar bit of shame in his tone.

Though whether it was out of true guilt or that you now knew, was something you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“…Garrote wire.” 

“And the…the suit?”

“Prevents DNA from being left at the crime scene.” 

“S-So you know…” You began, feeling a fire in your throat. “you know this is wrong…?”

“…They were hurting you.” He muttered. “They were attacking you. You weren’t safe MC-” 

“And I-I’m safe with you?” 

You heard the sorrow in his response.

“I would never hurt you, darling. Never in any life-this one of the next would I ever even consider such a thing.” He hummed, reaching out a hand. “You know that don’t you?” 

You took it.

“Then-then what’s this?” You asked, your palm limp in his own as his fingertips braided with yours. 

“This is protecting you,” He cooed, adoration clear in his gaze. “This is keeping you safe and happy. These people hurt you, and you are the last person in the world who deserves that.” 

“I couldn’t let them hurt you.” 

“I wouldn’t.” 

Ice.

As he spoke, he was colder than ice, his grip on you tightening if only for a second before warming, the familiar fondness painting his features.

“Please, don’t cry.”

You hadn’t even realized.

He raised his other hand to wipe them away, hovering over your cheek, unsure.

“You know I love you MC,” He remarked. “I love you more than any words can possibly describe.” 

“I know.” 

You pulled out your phone, prepared to dial law enforcement. 

“But if you really mean it, you’ll end this.” 

“MC-” 

You sank into his other hand, his shoulders dropping. 

“This isn’t right Jumin. And you know that.” 

“Dear, you know I can’t-”

“Yes, yes you can.” You looked up to him, trying to hide the quivering of your chin. “I promised to always stay by your side-and I will.” 

“But not like this.” You confessed. “I can’t.” 

He didn’t speak.

But he took the phone.

And he dialed the emergency line.

You melted against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he described the event, his heartbeat indescribable. 

Once he finished, he hung up, setting down the phone and winding his arms around you, holding you as if you might disappear before he could even blink.

You listened to the silence, wondering when the sound would erupt from the streets, and the lights of police cars would burst in through the windows.

But as you received silence, you broke it. 

And you broke it with the words you once said so often.

And as the sirens rang, they blurred

And so did the rest of the world.

For what only mattered to him were your four, familiar words.

“I love you too.”