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Lovely Runner (2024)
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Apocolypse Family
I love my delusions, okay?-
Friend literally had me hooked on All of Us Are Dead and it has not been let go
My first delusion is shipping Song Jae-ik and Jeon Ho-chul
My second is letting them adopt Hee-su's child(headcanon as a little girl and who they named Hee-so by random coincidence) and Se-bin
My third is letting Orangibberish be the uncle
This is literally my first kdrama I ever watched and I heard there was a webtoon so I'm so gonna read that when I get the chance
(Also Nam-ra is my favorite <3)
#all of us are dead#all of us are dead kdrama#aouad#aouad fanart#aouad fan art#fan art#fanart#kdrama#korean drama#netflix kdrama#kdrama fanart#kdrama fan art#on-jo#song jae-ik#jeon ho-chul#se-bin#orangibberish
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just made some Lovely Runner fanart.
“I can travel halfway around the world for you. Even if you were end up in a different time, I would jump over time and space to see you.” - Im Sol
“If I end up dying to save you, I’ll be fine with that. It doesn’t matter.” - Ryu Sunjae
#lovely runner#illustration#byeon woo seok#kim hye yoon#ryu sunjae#ryu seon jae#im sol#kdrama#procreate#digital art#digital illustration#byun woo seok#digital fanart#korean drama#선재 업고 튀어#artwork#digital sketch#fanart#fan edit#digital drawing#Spotify
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Kang Yo Han in his natural habitat, as observed by Kim Ga On
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You want to fuck that old man so bad it makes you look stupid
#The Devil Judge#Kang Yo Han#Gahan#Art#Fan Art#KDrama#Well#The Gahan is implied#If not before then definitely after that last sketch#This is what I've been doing the past three weeks xD#Just drawing a lot#Because I wanted to practice on sketching#And colouring those sketches in a way that's quick but also looks good#The difference between the first and last sketch is kind of hilarious#Especially on the skin#Improvement: Speedrun Edition#These took between three to seven hours each#And I'm very happy with them!#Even if they're also far from as perfect as I could make them if I spent more time on them#But the whole challenge was to not overwork them#So yeah#These are still sketches in my eyes xD#I'm getting REALLY good at the blurry backgrounds
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Attack On Titan: Workplace Romance AU ᝰ.ᐟ
ᯓ★ Y/N is a top gossip columnist at the magazine Quill, but her coworkers are convinced she’s hiding some juicy secret to always land on the front page. Little do they know, she’s secretly dating Eren Jaeger, the magazine’s annoyingly hot CEO. While Y/N works overtime to keep it under wraps, Eren thinks “discretion” means making everything a flirty game. With her coworkers watching her every move and Eren gleefully toeing the line, Y/N is starting to wonder—how long until the real gossip columnist gets out-scooped?
ceo!eren jaeger x employee!reader
You were typing away at your computer in your light pink office chair—one of those ultra-satisfying chairs that squeaked just enough to remind you it was doing its job, and made you feel like you were floating on a cloud of marshmallows.
A fluffy white pillow was wedged behind your back, offering that sweet, almost therapeutic support that made you feel like you were part-time journalist, part-time office chair connoisseur. Honestly, you’d never felt more at home in an office setting. Sure, your job was basically to stalk celebrities for a living, but at least you were doing it from the coziest nook in the entire building.
The gossip columnist team’s office? A Pinterest board of pastel-colored dreams—more comfy living room than corporate cubicle. No one else got to write gossip surrounded by throw pillows and candles.
You finished typing up your latest scoop—something about Aidan West, a popular actor known for his smoldering looks and slightly questionable life choices—who had been caught making out with his co-star in his car. While married.
Oh, and the car was parked on a busy street, practically begging for a photographer to snap the money shot. You decorated the column with pictures of the makeout sesh that were definitely taken by someone who had a clear view of everything.
You even included a particularly unflattering one of Aidan looking like he was mid-kiss and mid-crisis, and slapped a question at the end, as always, to leave the readers wondering: Is this a case of true love, or just another day of bad decisions in Hollywood?
You leaned back in your chair, swiping your fingers over the keys like an artist putting the finishing touches on their masterpiece. You took a moment to admire your work. Classic Y/N. Another gossip column ready to rock the world of the rich and famous.
Then, with a satisfying click, you sent it off to be published.
You could practically hear the storm brewing on the other end of the phone. Aidan’s publicist was likely already dialing the number of your office, getting ready to unleash a 20-minute rant about how this was an invasion of privacy, how his “personal life” was off-limits, blah blah blah. You knew the drill.
The angry, breathless phone call would come. The team would shout at you about boundaries—while ignoring the fact that Aidan was making out in broad daylight in a car that was parked on a main street like it was an undercover mission to make headlines.
Honestly, if you were trying that hard to keep a secret, maybe you should try, you know, hiding? In an alley? Under a blanket? Maybe next time, try not to let your tongue get tangled in your co-star’s while parked next to a paparazzi hotspot, Aidan.
"Done with your piece, Y/N?" Edith asked, leaning over her desk with a smile that could’ve melted an iceberg. You could tell she was genuinely fond of you.
And, honestly, who could blame her? You were the epitome of a stereotypical gossip columnist—pretty, thin, charming, with a smile that could light up a room (or a red carpet), and of course, your stories were always right there on the front page. If anyone deserved a "Most Likely to Ruin a Celebrity's Day" award, it was you, and Edith knew it.
"Yup, done," you replied, pushing your chair back a little and stretching, the smug satisfaction of a job well done settling in.
"Great, ah. I love you." Edith practically gushed, her voice syrupy sweet as she reached over to ruffle your hair. You couldn't help but laugh a little as her fingers tousled your perfectly styled locks. But you also secretly enjoyed the affection.
Edith was the head of the gossip team, a woman who could make or break a career with a single look. And she loved you. "Thanks, Edith," you said, running your hand through your hair after she pulled away. "Glad to have made your day."
"Oh, you did more than that," Edith said with a grin, eyes glinting as she glanced over at your computer screen. "You guys should learn from her," she continued, her voice raising just a touch to get the attention of the other three desks in the room.
The room was arranged in a square—two desks on one side, two on the other, facing each other like some kind of office showdown. Edith’s desk was at the head of the square.
You could feel your colleagues' eyes on you as Edith made her proclamation, and you almost wanted to laugh at the look of mixed jealousy and loathe on their faces. They'd always been jealous of your exclusives, and to be honest, you didn’t blame them. You were kind of a walking goldmine of celebrity scandals.
"She's the only one on my team that gets so many exclusives," Edith continued, practically glowing with pride. "Ugh, I’m so proud of you.
You could feel the weight of their envy. You could almost hear the mental sighs as they all shifted uncomfortably in their seats, trying not to look too sour. Of course, they didn’t know how much you enjoyed this kind of attention.
It was like a nice little bonus to your daily hustle. You put in the work—digging up dirt, charming sources, and cracking open secrets that others couldn’t touch—and now it was paying off.
"I’m just doing my job," you said, giving her a playful grin. "But thank you, Edith. It means a lot."
The other three glanced at each other, one of them named Ellie rolling their eyes dramatically. Edith caught it, though, and shot her a look that had her scrambling to pretend she was busy.
"You all could learn a thing or two." Edith added with a sigh, looking back at you with that fond gaze. Before getting up from her chair, Edith balanced a heavy stack of papers in her arms like a professional juggler. With one hand, she grasped the pile, and with the other, she pulled open the glass door to the office, the soft click of it echoing through the room.
"Where are you going?" Ellie called out, twirling her chair around to watch Edith head for the door. You could hear the annoyance in her voice, like she was still salty from Edith’s earlier praise of you.
"There's a board meeting with all the team leaders and the CEO. I'll be back in half an hour for lunch break," Edith said, her tone cheery. Ellie just nodded, though it was clear from the look on her face she was already over it.
As soon as Edith left the room, Ellie groaned audibly, rolling her chair back like it had a mind of its own and sliding it toward the desks on the other side of the room. Her desk was next to yours, and you both knew it was like the universe had conspired to make her loathe every second of it.
Honestly, it wasn't even a stretch to say that Ellie hated you. The three of them, Emma, Elena, and Ellie, had always been like this tight-knit little squad. You were the odd one out—invited to a few things just because they had to include you. But the underlying tension? You could cut it with a knife.
"Fuck, whenever she brings up the CEO's name… god," Ellie groaned from the other side, almost sounding like she was about to have a moment of religious revelation. "He's so hot, I can't even."
You could practically hear the eye roll from across the room, but you chose to ignore it, swiping at your phone mindlessly to pretend you're busy. You didn't need to give them the satisfaction of knowing you were paying attention.
"I know, right? God, one time I saw him walking down the halls... he's so gorgeous. Those emerald eyes," Emma chimed in, her voice all breathy and dreamy, probably twirling her blonde hair around her finger like she thought that made her more charming.
"I talked to him once! Even his voice is so soothing, and ughhhh!" Elena squealed from the far corner. You could imagine her fanning herself like she’d just encountered a literal Greek god in the flesh.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling a bit smug as the conversation played out on the other side of the room. There was something oddly satisfying about hearing those women—who barely tolerated you—fawn over Eren. They were practically worshipping the ground he walked on, all while you sat there, silently relishing the fact that he belonged to you.
It was like some sort of secret victory, a quiet reminder of your position in this weird little office dynamic. You didn’t have to announce it to the world, but knowing that you were the one who had his attention—it made you feel like you had something they would never have. That kind of power? It was intoxicating.
You leaned back in your chair, a smug little grin pulling at your lips. How lucky you were. Not just because of the high-profile job you had, not just because of your talents and connections, but because Eren Jaeger—the CEO, the legend, the man with the emerald eyes—was obsessed with you.
He would go to the ends of the earth for you. Hell, he’d burn the entire world down just to catch a single glimpse of your face.
You almost laughed at the thought. The guy was so over-the-top obsessed when it came to you. It was a bit ridiculous, honestly. He would drop everything at the slightest hint that you needed him.
He was yours, body and soul, and you couldn’t help but feel proud about it. While they were dreaming about him, you were living the dream.
And that? That was a kind of power no one else could touch.
"Y/N," Edith called as she walked into the room, her grey hair pulled back in a neat bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Without even glancing at you, she pushed them up impatiently, the way she always did when she was busy flipping through some important document, her fingers sticky from licking them to turn the pages. "Eren's calling for you—something about the recent article you published."
"Oh, alright." You flashed a quick, mischievous smile at Ellie, who was practically scowling at the sight of you. The sour look on her face made you bite back a laugh—it was so satisfying to watch her stew in jealousy.
With a slight roll of your eyes, you grabbed your phone and headed for the door, walking with a confident swing in your step. Before exiting the room, you quickly applied a coat of lip gloss to make sure you looked perfect—you never knew when you'd need to throw a dazzling smile his way.
You could practically feel the eyes of your coworkers burning a hole in your back as you made your way to the elevator, stepping into the opulent space as the doors closed behind you. You pressed the button for the 15th floor, allowing the soft hum of the elevator to mask your thoughts as you prepared yourself for whatever Eren might have in store.
When the elevator doors opened, you stepped out into the familiar sleekness of his floor—everything about this place screamed power, prestige, and Eren Jaeger. You approached his office with purpose, walking past the impressive glass walls and knocking lightly on the door before entering.
Eren was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, looking out over the city with his hands in the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit. His hair was tied back into the usual bun, the sharp lines of his face softened by the glow of the afternoon sun.
You cleared your throat lightly, standing at the door, your lips pulling into a playful, innocent smile. "Hi, sir. You called for me?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, I did," Eren said with a smirk, playing along with the unspoken game you had both become experts in. His voice, low and smooth, gave you chills. "I needed your help with something, actually. Would you come here for a second?"
You grinned, not missing a beat. You walked over to his massive desk, gliding past it, the soft click of your heels the only sound in the room. You rounded it carefully, pausing just in front of him, where a series of sketches were laid out. They were potential logos for the new column that was set to launch in Quill.
You bent forward slightly, inspecting the designs, your fingers hovering over a few, teasing them with the thought of selecting the best one. Eren’s towering figure loomed behind you, the warmth of his presence unmistakable.
Then, his hand landed on the desk with a heavy thud—an action that immediately drew your attention. But the real shock came when his other hand slid down your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing the edge of your ear as his voice dropped to a whisper.
"Which one do you think looks the best?" Eren asked, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. The touch was gentle, but you could feel the heat radiating from him, pressing you against the hard edge of the desk.
You felt your breath hitch slightly as his proximity intensified. You smirked to yourself, trying to keep the situation light. "You needed my help with this?" You whispered back, keeping the playful tone in your voice, even as his fingers tightened around your waist.
"You couldn’t have figured this out yourself?" You chuckled softly, your hand lifting on its own accord to wrap around the side of his neck, fingers grazing his hair, pulling lightly at the ends. The movement pressed you closer, your back now flush against his chest, solid and unyielding.
Eren’s laugh rumbled in his chest, warm and dark, the kind of laugh that always seemed to promise something more. “Actually…” His voice was thick with amusement, as he leaned even closer, his breath skimming your ear, sending another shudder through you. “I needed help with something else…”
He swiftly turned you around, your breath hitching in anticipation as he lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating between you. His hands gripped your thighs, prying your legs open and positioning himself between them with an urgency that made your heart race.
His lips crashed against yours, a frenzied hunger igniting the moment. Soft sighs escaped you, merging with his groans.
It had been an agonizing week apart—a business trip that felt like an eternity. Each day without him had worn on you, but now, with his body so close, the need you’d tried to suppress surged to the surface. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper against you, coaxing him to close the distance that had felt insurmountable just moments ago.
His grip on your waist tightened, possessive yet electrifying, while the other hand tenderly caressed your cheek, grounding you amidst the rising tension.
“God, I missed you so much,” he breathed into the kiss, his voice thick with desire. The warmth of his breath fanned over your lips, sending shivers down your spine.
“I missed you too,” you gasped, the words barely escaping as he began to trail kisses down your neck, each touch igniting a fire beneath your skin. His hand, once resting on your cheek, now slid down your body, fingertips grazing over your curves before venturing beneath your mini skirt, teasingly caressing your inner thigh.
“Did you really have to go away for a whole week?” you whined, your voice a playful mix of frustration and longing as you pulled his head up gently, your foreheads meeting in a tender connection.
“Trust me, I was dying without you,” he admitted, his voice warm, laced with sincerity. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the closeness and the feel of your presence. “Everywhere I looked, I saw you. Your laugh, your smile—they haunted me every moment.”
You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, a rush of affection mingling with the lingering tension in the air. “You have no idea how much I counted the days,” you replied softly, your gaze locked onto his. The truth of your feelings hung heavily between you, the longing palpable as you both shared the weight of the past week apart.
He smiled, his expression was a mix of relief and adoration, and you simply couldn’t help but lean in closer, your lips just inches from his. “I’m so happy I’m with you now,” he whispered, his breath a warm caress against your skin.
With that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened with every second. You could feel his passion envelop you, as if he were trying to pour a week’s worth of missing you into this single moment. His hands moved to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and pulling.
One of your hand went to the desk to support you and hold you up while the other went to grab at his forearm which was wrapped around your waist.
“Ah, Eren, I needed to ask you one thing—” Edith’s voice drifted into the room as she walked in, eyes still fixed on a stack of documents, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding before her.
Your heart dropped, the pulse in your ears drowning out everything else. Oh no. No, no, no, you thought, the thrill of your stolen moment vanishing in an instant. You felt the color drain from your face as you registered the look on Edith’s face.
“Oh my—” Edith froze, her mouth slightly open as she finally looked up from her papers and saw the two of you—very much entangled, with you perched on Eren’s desk, your face inches from his, his hand resting a little too intimately on your waist.
Her face went through a series of emotions—shock, realization, maybe even a little amusement—before she stammered, turning beet red. “I’m… so sorry… I’ll, um, leave,” she managed, holding up her papers in some vague, futile attempt to block her view as she quickly backed out.
The door closed with an audible click, leaving you both in stunned silence. You exchanged a wide-eyed look with Eren, who broke into a guilty, lopsided grin.
“Well…” he murmured, scratching the back of his neck. “So much for keeping secrets.”
Fuck.
#aot smut#attack on titan#eren smut#levi aot#aot#aot fan art#workplace#kdrama#aotxreader#reader#readerinsert#erenxyou#erenxfemalereader#eren x reader#eren aot#eren yeager#eren jaeger#shingeki no kyoujin#snk#erenville#aot fanart#hange#levi ackerman
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sorryy sorry i know hes a terrible guy but he likes a girl soo dsfasadkjf
#strong woman do bong soon#strong girl nam soon#strong girl bong soon#strong women#fan art#fanart#digital#drawings#digital art#drawing#digital drawing#draw#cartoon#cartoons#gang nam soon#nam soon#ryu shi oh#byeon woo seok#lee yoo mi#kdrama#korean drama#netflix
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I'm always with you
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It’s been a minute and haven’t been drawing much since I’ve recently got back into kdramas and since I’m not fluent in Korean gotta pay attention! Anyways this took like 3 days to complete and I love it so much! Have you seen Lovely Runner? Any recs let me know!
#byeon woo seok#kim hye yoon#lovely runner#ryu sun jae#im sol#kdrama#fan art#lovely runner fan art#sun jae#k drama#korean#procreate art#art sketch#late night art
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my boii ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
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#moon jo#seo moon jo#strangers from hell#strangers from hell fanart#lee dong wook#moonjo#sfh#hell is other people#seo moon jo art#artists on tumblr#digital art#fan art#kdrama#im back#i hope u like it#my hand hurts now#ldw
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The Super Star, Lee Jung-jae!
JJ won Emmy this month 2 years ago, 13th Sept 2022 <3
#이정재#lee jung jae#seong gi hun#squid game#squid game 2#squid game 3#squid game netflix#gihun#player 456#kdrama#sol patrol#master sol#the acolyte#fan art#fan artist#artist on tumblr#my art
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Queen of Tears (2024)
#queen of tears#kdrama fan art#artists on tumblr#kdramaedit#fan art#kdrama#kim ji won#kim soo hyun#baek hyun woo#hong hae in
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Seo In-guk
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✨💕LOOKING FOR MUTRALS💕✨
Hiii so it’s taken me months but finally I’m posting this since my introverted ass can’t talk to people first-
If you’re into kpop, especially groups like these listed:
(3rd gen) mamamoo, exo (4th gen) oneus, superkind, enhypen, ab6ix, cix, onewe, purple kiss, tnx (5th gen) pow, kiss of life, evnne, zero base one, illit
Kdramas like these:
Action, surreal, fantasy: all of us are dead, the glory, my demon, it’s ok not to be ok
Love/romance: true beauty, never the less, love alarm, my ID is gangnam bueaty, king the land, business proposal
Pop music artists like taylor swift or vault boy
Games like these listed:
Sandbox, roleplay: stardew valley, minecraft, terraria, creativerse
Shooter: fallout 3, stalker, state of decay
Dungeon crawlers: legend of grimrock
Horror: pumpkin panic, those cheesy roblox horror multipllayer games that are crazy fun with friends (referring mainly to cheese escape or whatever it was called, and the mimic)
Activitys/hobies like bakeing, bouldering, and ART
Then let’s be moots :3 💕✨
#moots#mutuals#kpop#stardew valley#my demon#pow#kiss of life#mamamoo#all of us are dead#the glory#never the less#art#friends#games#kdramas#superkind#playsuperkind#oneus#enhypen#exo#taylor swift#vaultboy#enha#kpopgroup#fan art#drawing#spotify#digital art#sketch
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Look. I think we all knew this would happen eventually. And by "this" I mean both someone pulling on those suspenders AND Ga On getting railed on top of that desk.
You're welcome.
#The Devil Judge#Gahan#Kang Yo Han#Kim Ga On#Art#Fan Art#KDrama#This is for once not connected to Who Holds the Devil#I mean#Ga On WILL pull on the suspenders at some point#And he WILL get railed on top of that desk#But it won't happen quite like this#I just felt like drawing something naughty I guess?#Which is very unlike me#But here we are#Also#This file is called 'Suspenders and Neck Kinks' on my computer#Because I am nothing if not straight-forward in my naming conventions#Second also#This was supposed to be another simple drawing#*clown shoes squeaking*
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little somun sketch 🤭🤭
#kdrama#uncanny counter#so mun#jo byeong gyu#TUC#somun#motak#hana#k art#korean art#artist#drawing#fan art#doodle
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