#manhwas single parent meeting

[joeyleesblog]

Gallahan, Claude and Regis heading to a private room.

Guests: What are they going to talk about? Business? Oh! Proposal for union through marriage?

The conversation

Claude: Athanasia stopped my brother from usupping the throne and even convinced the two of us to make peace. She is an excellent ruler, the whole kingdom adores her.

Regis: Jubelian made powerful alliances and finally put the Hessen in their place. She has matured a lot and is getting stronger.

Gallahan: Flore is increasingly influential in the family and society. Oh! She helped my sister expose her unfaithful husband.

Gallahan: Oh, our girls have grown and achieved so much. But sometimes I see them as babies.

Claudio: Hmph. Athanasia is still a baby, just smart.

Regis: Jubelian is all grown up and stronger now, but to me, she will always be my baby.

....

Single parents with amazing daughters, any surprises on what the main topic of conversation will be?

[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? PT 1

All I could do was stare at my reflection. This had to be a joke. I was going to wake up in my bed, right this instant.

“FUCK!”

Ok, so, pinching myself hurts. That’s fine. This is like. Some sort of lucid dream. What do they say to do if you’re lucid dreaming? Oh, that’s right, put your finger in your palm, it’ll phase through!

I resist the urge to scream as my finger meets solid flesh.

You see, I’m not in the right body. Or the right world from what I can tell. No, I’m supposed to be back home, waking up in a panic as I realize my alarm didn’t go off cuz my phone died after I stayed up way too late reading manga.

But of course, I’m not late to work, I’m in a lavish bedchamber right out of the latest webcomic I’d been reading! And by the looks of it…. I’m the crown princes crazy fiancé! As much as I love reading about the Isekai trope, I never wanted to be in one! And come on- as the Yandere Villain!? Couldn’t this at least be original? There’s hundred of stories just like “my next life as a villainess,” why couldn’t I be like… a stable hand or something? Ugh. Ok. Think!

I need to get home. Do the protagonists ever get back home in the stories I read? I pace around my room and rack my brain over every webcomic I’ve ever read, every manga I waited in line for, every anime I binged, even the unfinished manhwas! I can’t think of a single fucking one where they get home?

Well this isn’t going to stop me. I have a cat who’s going to absolutely flip if she’s not given fresh kibble in the morning. She has enough in her bowl for another 2 days but she needs it topped off ok! She’s a princess! I can’t be stuck here! Who’s going to throw her pompom toy for her if I’m not there???

What did all these have in common? What’s the barebones trope layout? Ok let’s see

1) person either died or falls asleep and wakes up in a new world…. Check

2) person is the villain!…. Check

3) to avoid the characters terrible death, person tries to change the story, ends up being new protagonist…

Ohhh… hey…. Do these Isekai characters ever just…. Play along? Even the “reincarnated as a baby” ones, they only play along till they’re old enough to try to run away or rework the political structure of the entire city. Maybe that’s it. Make it to the books natural end, and you’ll wake up where you belong. It’s like when you get part of a song stuck in your head. Play the whole song, and it’ll get out.

Ok, I’ve trained most of my adult life for this- I can totally ace this trope! I just have to stalk the crown prince, act totally in love with him, and be a bitch to the female lead. Then my finance will leave me, I’ll do some crazy dramatic act to try to kill the female lead, and then I’ll be exiled or executed, and wake up to feed my cat. How hard can it be?

Hard. It’s very hard.

Where the hell did he go!? My fiancé, the crown prince Eric, was JUST HERE. I swear! He turned that corner back there and then went down this hall… at least I think it was this hall? Ugh! This is impossible! For someone with such loud shoes and an armed escort, you’d think he’d be easier to follow! Now my feet just hurt. They don’t make these fancy shoes to run around the castle all day. They’re meant to daintily peek from beneath my many skirts as I host a tea party or some shit.

Ok. I’ve got this! I’ll just peek into each room until I find him, maybe I can get a better feel for the layout, or maybe find his office and see if he has a schedule or a day planner or something I can use to make this whole stalking thing easier.

I begin snooping, and it’s a bit of thrill to be honest! Back in my real life, I’m the kind of person to hide a wrapper deep in the trash can if I’m babysitting, sitting on the floor playing a game on my phone after the kid goes to bed rather than “making myself at home” the way the parents insisted as they showed me how to access Netflix. I’ve never been a snooper. Now…. Well. It’s totally on brand for this character! I’m not me, I’m a psycho lovesick fool! I giggle a bit at that as my fingers trail over a shelf of beautiful pottery in some sort of sitting room.

“What’s so amusing dearest?”

I practically screech as my heart leaps to my throat and I whirl around, and see the very person I’d been searching for has snuck up on ME…. That’s so unfair!

“W-what? O-oh! Nothing! I was just- uh, admiring the pottery?”

I stutter out as I try to recall how to act like a human being while simultaneously trying to stop feeling my own pulse in my ears. The idiot has the nerve to LAUGH! Full on snort and everything!

“What are you doing in this wing anyways? Weren’t you meant to be out riding today?”

Shit. I was so busy trying to figure out his schedule, I didn’t consider maybe the body I was shoved into had a schedule of her own. Ok. Play it cool- I’ve got this!

“Yes, well, I decided I wasn’t in the mood and wanted to stay in today instead.”

His brows furrow

“Oh, but you love riding? Are you feeling ill? I can fetch the royal physician for you if you-“

“No! That’s- that’s quite alright! I simply wanted a change of schedule, that is all. Um… what about you? What are your plans for the day?”

He looked a bit surprised at that, and a small smile danced on his lips.

“I was just going to the library to do some paperwork, boring stuff really, and then of course our dinner at its regular time.”

I nod like that means anything to me. Ok think, if I were crazy in love with this man, what would I say?

“Would you like some company? Reading in the library sounds really nice, maybe we could have some tea as well?”

Ok. I’m already fucking this up. He looks confused…. God damnit …. I knew I shouldn’t have skimmed over those early chapters- but the translation was shit ok!?

“Well… I’d actually love that. But are you sure? You haven’t exactly shown interest in reading, and you’ve never requested something like this before…. In fact I don’t think I can recall the last time we’ve interacted outside of dinner or a scheduled social event in… well. Ever.”

Wait…. What? Isn’t my character like goo-goo-ga-ga over him? Are you telling me she never asks to just… spend time with her lover? They only talk during dinner and parties or whatever?

“Of course, I think it’ll be relaxing! Just lead the way!”

My brain is working overtime as I smile politely at him as we reach the library and I pretend to browse for books. I’m missing something here. What is-

Oh. Shit. That’s right. I’m supposed to be really insecure and awkward about him. That’s why she stalks him- she spends all her free time obsessing over this man from the shadows, threatening the competition…. Yet chokes up when it comes to how to act natural. Her inferiority complex is what drives her entire character. And then to him, they’re just two nobles in an arranged marriage who speak on dull subjects like the weather and horse rides…. And who barely interact.

This must have been a real big shake up, she always stays out of sight, they never run into each other by chance. And she certainly never would ask to sit and read with him…. Maybe watch him do his work from a hidden keyhole somewhere, but that’s right…. She IS more of a traditional lady with her hobbies. She was raised to be the perfect noble wife, so naturally, her hobbies include things like dancing, needlepoint, and horse riding. The only studies she’s interested in are etiquette and things that noble ladies are supposed to know.

Well…. Shit. That’s so like me to already have fucked this up. But that’s ok. That’s ok- he’s going to meet the female lead and fall in love and so I just have to be the obstacle they need to overcome. Surely the details don’t matter too much…. It’s my first day in the job ok? Not everyone’s perfect!

I find a book that honestly actually sounds interesting, it’s historical, but it’s giving Hellen of Troy, the closest to a dark romance I think I’ll get from an academic personal library like this. I settle into what looks like the comfiest chair in the central area, and begin reading. The prince and I exist comfortably, the only sound being the scratch of his pen, and the occasional rustle of paper as he flips a document or I finish a page. We continue like this for several hours until he puts down his pen and clears his throat, getting my attention.

“I know it’s a long way from dinner…. But I was thinking I’d grab something light for a mid day meal and then take a walk about the gardens …. Would you care to join me?”

Honestly, some lunch and pretty royal gardens sounds like so much fun, so I agree. As we begin walking, I ponder how I can recover from all this.

You know what.. this can totally still go to plan. This is just me being the evil villain and sinking my claws into him! The female lead will appear, and I’ll reveal my true, nasty side to her! She’ll have to fight to save the prince from his marriage to me!

*insert evil laughter!*

“You’re smiling.”

“W-what?”

“A smile. It suits you. You’ve been doing that a lot today….. I like it.”

Ok and now I’m blushing. I go to reply when I suddenly find myself weightless for a moment, and then hit the ground with a hard thump.

“Ow! What the-!?”

My eyes snap up and glare at this pretty blonde girl who just rammed into me, and sent me flying

“Do you not know how to watch where you’re going!? Owww…. Ugh.”

Ok I’m sorry I’m usually a nice and understanding person but I’ve never been literally knocked over before! Who does that to a person?

Eric helps me to my feet and sends a reproachful glare toward the girl, asking me if I’m alright with most concerned look…. And the girl gasps and says,

“C-crown prince Eric! I apologize! I’d didn’t recognize you!”

She drops into a curtsy and lowers her eyes all demure and modest as if she hadn’t just bulldozed me. I send an incredulous look toward Eric…. She… didn’t see HIM? I’m the one she took out? He gives me an equally puzzled look and so I decide, you know what, fuck it. I’m this evil person in this world…. I need to act like it!

“And not recognizing his highness is an excuse for taking out the princess consort, soon to be crown princess? Are you blind or just daft?”

Oh my god I really just called someone daft! This feels like when you stay up late thinking all the witty comebacks you could’ve used against your high school bullies, except actually using them in the moment!

And Eric is being a sweetie and letting me handle this, waiting expectantly for blondie to answer me, just prompting her,

“Well?”

“Forgive me…. Princess consort…. You are right. My oversight in inexcusable. It appears neither of us were looking where we were going. I hope we can start fresh!”

I scoff- that’s it? Who does this bitch think she is? Yes, I was looking at Eric, but I was going a walking pace, who rounds a corner with so much force that you knock someone over?

Suddenly something clicks- oh shit! This is the female lead!!!! This scene happened in the story, just without the prince here. This is good, that means this is on track. Although I gotta say- I was much more on the female main characters side when reading it. Now, I just feel like she’s one of those mean girls in high school who’s not *technically* doing anything mean. Anyways- what was I supposed to say? That’s right.

“Yes…. Well. I’m sure we won’t be seeing much of each other anyways. If you’ll excuse me-“

Nailed ittttt…. Now her line?

“Well, actually…. My name is Lady Cressida, and I’ll be staying in the place for several months as my father is a foreign ambassador overseeing trade agreements with his highness the king. So I imagine we will be seeing *plenty* of each other. That goes for you too your highness! So please- forgive me, I look forward to getting to know each of you better!”

Oh that’s so cool, seeing her recite the lines from the story. But ok- I have a role to play as well. I scoff and grab Eric’s arm, pulling him behind me as I storm off, playing the part of entitled lover, stuck up and irritated at this ambassadors daughter who DARED to speak to my love.

Yea, this will work, Eric will think Cressida is a genuine sweetie, and see me as being the unreasonable bitch who’s refusing to accept her apology, or apologize for not looking where I was going either. And now I’m manhandling him- totally unlady like. God I’m killing this aren’t I? Minimum wage job and demanding cat, here I come!

What I don’t see, as I lead Eric by the arm, is the cold glare he shoots towards Cressida, before smiling down at our connected hands, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Part 2

[mo-aiki]

Duke Augustus Swanson of the North

Summary: Your fiance and how he had reacted to your sudden change in behavior. As he looks back on the past, he wonders how long has he seen your smiling face with content and affection.

Warning: obessive behavior, mentions of violence, obvious implications of bullyin, I don't condone it, I just write it

A/N: ART NOT MINE, IT'S THE MALE LEAD OF THE MANHWA SECRET LADY

Connected to Yandere Isekai M. Characters x F. Reader

For as long as he could remember, Augustus never liked you.

Not a single bit.

The daughter of a count and a generational promise between his grandfather and yours that didn't suffice. His parents were both dead from a carriage accident, and as such, his grandfather took him in and forced him into this marriage. The first time he had met you, he was enchanted by your looks (even if both of you were 8 years old). Your (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes enchanted him, but it soon all came crashing down onto him once your parents left the room, and your true personality was revealed. Even at a young age, he was already being tugged on by young ladies and their families wanting to up their status or rank in noble society, no matter the age. And you were no different in your affections.

Seducing him with sweets.

Yelling at ladies in your way.

"Accidentally" spilling a dark grape juice on a lady's ballgown because he had conversed with her for an hour and found her remotely interesting to talk to.

Trying to talk to him about anything.

Being near him and showing public displays of affection.

Clinging onto a promise, he vowed to break.

He was bored of someone like you. You who were no different than the other ladies who had tried to seduce him. Your mannerisms, your personality, and your ideas, they were all the same to him.

No matter how many times you'd court him, even if it took 5 years to reach, he felt absolutely nothing.

His heart didn't pang, his cheeks and ears didn't flush, his breathing was perfectly normal, and the words out of his mouth cut through like usual.

Nothing would change in your relationship with him. He had planned to break it off and just die alone with no heir or find someone he had mutual interest in.

Nothing will change and he was certain nothing will ever change between the 2 of you.

Until the day you had contracted a deathly high fever.

Augustus was surprised to hear about you 3 days after getting the envelope from your family. He had thought it was you, sending it like you were your father. But his butler forced him to open it.

Dear Young Master Augustus,

I am here to inform you of the cancelation of next Thursday's meeting with my daughter. You see, my daughter has contracted a high fever due to the flu season being prevalent. She is unable to attend the meeting and I would like it if you visit her in order to wish her as speedy recovery. I know that is rather a selfish thing to ask for, but my daughter has been requesting your presence ever since she contracted it. I would like to ask you to please see my daughter and wish for her speedy recovery.

Sincerely,

Count (l/n).

He thought, why not visit. To see you die and his engagement to be break off, would be a euphoric day for him.

He visited you, and was by your side in your room. Pink, frilly and full of girly stuff. He disliked it, but somehow found it cute. You in your lace nightgown, and your face all red but with a cold towel on your head. He had received the news that your fever had been so high, that you had been in a coma now.

He left, because he had nothing else to do there. 'I hope she dies so I can get out of this wretched engagement...' he thought with the coldest stare imaginable.

Your behavior has changed after that fever.

Augustus was not the first one to notice such a change in behavior. Your once smug and arrogant expression, was replaced with a confused and softer one.

It was more bearable.

Everything about you became toned down. Spending time together was less of a pain in the neck, and over time, he started caring about you, little by little.

He started noticing your favorite things, like, for example, your favorite desserts, flowers, places to converse, color, toys, and even down to the accessories you liked to adorn yourself with.

Your cute mannerisms and habits that he can't help but lightly tease at. "Why do you do such things..?" He said, a bit too loud.

"Do what?" You asked, confused.

He wiped away a spot of whipped cream on your cheek and licked it. Watching your face blush in embarrassment was sure worth the move he pulled. Even if he was 13 at the time.

As both of you grew up, he'd soon see how people reacted around you. He sure saw the difference. You turned more beautiful as you matured in age. Your personality grew, and your smile was more bright. He wanted to be the only one to notice these changes and monopolize it for himself, but everyone else around you could now see it. First, your childhood friend. The son of a low ranking Earl. He thought of nothing with him, but he did annoy him. His consistent pestering and hopeless looks made you always include him in your dates.

He absolutely took in the fact that the boy always looked at him with disdain and envy. And he did as well. His close bond with you, and how close he could get to you without you making a fuss, fumed him.

But once you got older, everyone, and he felt everyone started to take notice of you. Men staring at your maturing body with eyes full of lust, women staring with jealousy, children taking notice of your pretty face, and the consistent flirting from everyone, and he felt like everyone.

Men bumping into you, "supposedly on accident," and striking up a conversation, you looked bored in. Women stealing your attention with the gossip of the nobility and even flirting themselves. Children always begging and crying for attention if you did not provide enough for them. He was sick of it.

The son of a small count was always consistently flirting with you. Asking about your day, favorite color, favorite jewels, hobbies, it was almost as if he had forgotten you had a fiance right next to you.

He couldn't help but say a couple of threats towards him, and when that didn't work, he planned for his carriage to be ran into, paying the driver to run away to another country with 10,000 gold paid for him.

But he wasn't the only one. Many men of lowly rank kept on coming, and he threatened them. If that didn't work, they mysteriously died in the next few days. All evidence of the perpetrator, erased from sight.

He could get rid of all of his enemies, but 2. Her childhood best friend and the war hero turned personal guard.

The son of an Earl was sneaky, cunning, and someone whose death would greatly affect her. She would be broken before he ever got the chance to be with her. And the personal guard. A war hero. Someone who is well versed in strength and is not shaken by mere threats he could ever make.

Nothing ever seemed to work to get rid of them, other than the fact that he was your fiancé. So all he needed to do was shower you with love (which he already did and is currently doing). He gives you gifts of jewels, books and stuff for your hobbies, he always has his hand around your waist when out and about. He is always watching what you do. He listen in on your conversations, whether they be rants, boring or awkward small talk. And most of all, he is always here when he can be.

But he was surprised when you all of the sudden brought up annulment.

You had wanted to annul your engagement with him.

He spent all night after such a ground-breaking announcement, awake and thinking of all the possibilities of why you would ever want to break off your engagement with him. All he could think of were the 2 men who were close to you.

"It's all their faults...I need to marry her soon..." he mumbled as he got up and got a paper, pen and his favorite quill.

A/N: Should I do the other guys? This is connected to my previous post so I hoped you enjoyed it. Sorry it took so long to post another story.

[neteyummy]

ITS ME AGAINNNN I LOVE LOVEEE YOUR LAST REQUEST :C ❤️

ever since ive been reading a lot of manhwas and i got an idea form it that id love to read a fic of with neteyam xv

okay so i was thinking of a heart wrenching angst but comfort later on with an arranged engagement of reader and neteyam where neteyam starts to hate reader just because he was basically forced to be with her and reader is always patient eith him even if hes so mean to her like going with other girls or smth and one day reader snaps at his rudeness towards her and says nah lets break up. and at first neteyam is like FINE but he later starts to notice how his daily life that always had you there for him, helping him with whatever, being his maid basically sbfushd and he starts to miss you. starts to realize how much he fucked up becuz he realized how faithful you were to him and worked so so so hard for him and was always there for him :((( but hes too late now bcz he sees you finally giving other men a chance to court you since youre no longer his now ;(

Huhuhu a little request won’t hurt hm?

Warning: Hurt. No comfort yet.

From the day I was born, you and I were promised to each other without a single say in it. While you despised me for it, I felt sympathy for you and did my best to stay out of your way.

His jaw clenched as he observed your face, watching as the words left your mouth. You were both in a healing tent, where you were initially patching up the older man after he had returned with the raid party. Neteyam was being even colder than usual, asking if someone else could patch him up in your stead. That had been your last straw, after all those times, after all those years, of him either pretending like you didn’t exist or disregarding your efforts made for the sake of him.

My whole life, I have been training to become someone worthy to stand beside you, the future Olo’eyktan of our clan. Did I want to though?

You chuckled bitterly, looking down at your folded hands in your lap. You could feel his piercing gaze on your head.

What would it matter if I wanted to or not, right? Just like you had no choice but to accept me as your future mate, I had no choice but to comply to the orders given by your grandmother and my parents. I merely existed to be your Tsahìk.

Looking up from your lap, you met his hardened gaze with his ears pulled back. You felt your stomach tighten.

I did not want this, Neteyam. I did not.

What changed then? He rasped out. You think I didn’t notice all those times you looked at me as if I hung all the stars myself? Don’t think I also didn’t notice you enjoying your training with my grandmother. That says enough for me.

Silence.

You pondered over whether you should deny his claims or admit it. He looked agitated, looking down at you as he stood tall infront of you. You noticed again how much he had physically grown, over the last year. Taut muscles filling up in all the right places and facial features looking a lot sharper now. You looked down again, avoiding his accusing eyes.

You let out a small exhale.

When you spend most of your time by your teacher and have a very limited interaction with opposite genders, you tend to fall for who is most present in your daily life.

With a sad look in your eyes, you matched his gaze again.

You happened to be the only man I am freely allowed to be around, for long. I do not have the privilege of meeting up with other men like you do, with other women, Neteyam.

At that, he pursed his lips. Moving back and forth on his feet as he nodded in a mock understanding.

But you continued.

Falling for you was my biggest mistake, Neteyam. If I had known in all those times you were with other women, being hopeful for a day you would open up to me, see me for who I am and not as someone you are forced to spend the rest of your future with, against your will, that this was all nothing but a wishful thinking, I would have done everything in my will to stop these feelings from growing any further.

Cocking his head to the side, Neteyam let out a laugh, disbelief painting his face. He had stopped footing around and was now standing infront of you again. Same pursed lips as he squinted down at you in a mean look.

Save your lies for another day. I know for a fact that you are more than allowed to meet up with other men. We are NOT mated yet. Don’t act like we are. What about your lil friend that always tails you, huh? Forgot about him already?

You watched his expression grow even more sour at the last part he spat. The things he was saying confused you to no end, but hearing him deny your statement of not having the same privilege as him made anger simmer inside you.

Standing up tall in cold fury and looking dead in his eyes, you pushed your index finger at where his heart laid, hidden behind his chest.

I have never once lied in my whole life, that I assure you. But to think you are this ignorant of our betrothal really disappoints me, Neteyam. I know the sight of me upsets your mood and you wish for nothing to do with me. But I had honestly expected more from our future leader.

You paused and took in the expressions written all over his face. It going from an accusing glint in his eyes to the one of a slight shock, finally settling on an unreadable expression.

And in a low voice, he asked you.

What did you want from me.

It sounding more like a statement rather than a question, you cocked your head to the side, watching his eyes trail on the ground.

He had managed to pick up on your little movement, though.

You held me back here with this talk. I’m sure there is a point in bringing this topic up? What do you want from me with this?

A fool you were, to think he would ever be the same understanding man that he is with everyone else. You really hoped that being the one to touch on this topic and to possibly clear the air between the two of you would make some positive change in your dynamic. That you wouldn’t have to resort to your last option.

Biting your lower lips as it started to quiver while tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to pour down. You searched his eyes for any hint of guilt or regret for having been this harsh with you up until the very last moment. When you found none, the tears that were threatening to spill finally broke free. Your heart never having ached this badly before, it was almost suffocating.

I want to break this betrothal.

Tbc here

[kogji]

Justified torment for love or the writers insulting the readers' intelligence?

I was told that I must read the S Classes That I Raised manhwa to have a real test of brocom. To my surprise, it turned out that the older brother, Yoojin, is the collateral damage of the younger brother's building an empire process.

The younger brother, Yoohyun, is a born S class hunger for power and stardom who ruins their brotherly relationship and sacrifices Yoojin's well-being, safety and normal life as a citizen and then doesn't take responsibility for protecting him for about 10 years, despite his immense power, fortune and privilege. For his desire to be a famous and admired guild leader, he refuses to prioritize Yoojin and instead of keeping a low profile, and working under the radar to keep him a secret and not involve him, he makes him known for all population including the bad guys.

His childish and naïve plan is "I hate hyung, don't hurt him". How low does the author think the IQ of his readers is? If winning over public sympathy by victimizing an F class is such a powerful weapon that Yoojin used it to make fundamental reforms in the organization, why haven't Yoohyun's enemies used it in years? Why did it never occur to anyone to pull Yoojin's teeth on the live stream and force Yoohyun to fulfill their wishes under the public pressure? Why didn't somebody try to destroy Yoohyun's reputation by turning him into a monster who let his parent/ brother get murdered? Yoohyun offered his enemies the winning card with generosity and not a single enemy took it. Were they imbeciles?

In the Naruto series, a character pretends to hate his brother, but after the Hokage and elders guaranteeing the brother's life. What or who was the guarantee for Yoojin’s life? Nothing, nobody.

What makes Yoohyun's plan even more witless is that Yoojin is in constant danger from a certain cult, monsters and evils who leech on the vulnerable and unprotected F class hunters. He gets disgraced, harassed, ridiculed, assaulted, has mental health problems and barely makes ends meet. His feet are the pinnacle of Yoohyun's cursed love.

Love is about being responsible for one's family and doing everything that one is able to do. The mighty guild leader is immersed in his guild and is unaware and uninterested in Yoojin's situation and seems to have some kind of amnesia that makes him forget that like other guild leaders, he has the ability to make a comfortable and safe life for his family and it's his duty to do so. He does three things;

1:Crushing Yoojin until there is nothing left of him.

2:Mumbling to himself,' Hyung, don't go to dungeons'

3: Spare a few minutes to come down from his luxurious apartment to watch Yoojin's misery.

Such a farce.

Writing this post made me sort of angry. Love and family are precious words to me. It is hard to see someone tarnishing them like this. But tsctir manhwa has many interesting characters that their dynamic with Yoojin is fabulous and Yoohyun is a character that can be ignored. Therefore, reading it was a pleasant experience in general.

[thetravelerwrites]

Ynghadin (Minotaur)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Female Elf/Male Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Interspecies Romance, Reader Insert, Minotaur, Manhwa Tropes Content Warnings: Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Kidnapping, Death, Murder, Abduction Words: 4651

A slave girl for an information guild learns that her parents are looking for her and escapes with the investigator sent to find her, only for her savior to be murdered right before her eyes. She meets her savior's son, who is now a captive of the guild, and swears she'll do whatever she can to help him escape. Please reblog and leave feedback!

The Traveler's Masterlist The Towns (Beyond Shelter Forest)

All you knew was the guild.

The guild leader, Marcus, was a cruel, cynical man of mixed-orcish descent who had always made it very clear that he was not your father. The first time you asked who your parents were, he made the off-handed remark that they had sold you to the guild for a pouch of tobacco and two pints of beer. The second time you asked, he slapped you and told not to ask stupid questions. You didn’t ask again.

You’d been the maid for the guild for most of your life, though you were locked inside a windowless closet that served as your room when the sun was up, and only permitted to do your work at night when most other people would be asleep. If you set foot out of the closet for a single second during the daytime, you’d be beaten to within an inch of your life. You didn’t mind it working the night shift, though, despite the fact that you couldn’t eat or relieve yourself until Marcus unlocked the door in the evening. Since the other guild members delighted in bullying and tormenting you, it was preferable to work when most of them were unconscious or out on jobs.

Marcus was strangely possessive of you and didn’t want people seeing or interacting with you besides himself and  his most trusted men, and even that was closely monitored by Marcus. You were not to speak to anyone other than Marcus, so most people, including many of the guild members, were under the impression that you couldn’t speak at all. You had to wear a heavy cloak and boy’s clothes far too large, stuffed with cloth, to hide your body shape, making you look more like an adult gnome than a human child. Marcus regularly shaved your head as well, telling you that he hated the color. Most of the guild, the ones who knew of you, believed you to be a boy rather than a girl, a misapprehension Marcus did not correct. 

The guild dealt in information, and all of its members were angry, violent men who would do whatever was necessary to get what they wanted. You’d often witnessed the aftermath of such interrogations and had been made to clean up the blood, teeth, and body parts. You tried to close your heart to it and not think about it, but it was very hard to do, especially since you weren’t even six years old the first time you’d been given the task of mopping up the remains. 

Secretly, the guild was also quite adept at political kidnappings and would periodically abduct family members of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, sometimes for ransom, sometimes to cause unrest among the nobility or destabilize a certain family they felt had too much power, and sometimes they did it just for fun. They were discreet, careful, and masters of their craft: they never spoke around the captive, never revealed their faces, and the abductee had their hands tied and their eyes covered at all times. They often employed the use of drugs and potions to both incapacitate the victim as well as wipe their memory in the unlikely event they managed to escape. 

You had always been tasked with feeding and caring for the abductee, who were kept in a special cell built into a crawl space in the basement. Very few ever got returned, even if the ransom was paid. You always felt sad when Marcus told you, with a glib smile, that you didn’t need to feed the captive anymore, because it usually meant that they were either dead or had been sold into slavery abroad. 

One evening when you were ten, you had awoken at your usual hour and were sitting on the threadbare blanket laid over a scattering of straw that served as your bed, waiting for Marcus to unlock your door so that you could get started cleaning, hoping to dodge as many of the guild members as you could. 

Except the door never opened. You listened with your ear to the door and heard nothing. Daring to look out of the gap at the bottom of the door, you saw that the common area where most of the guild members hung out was completely empty, looking as though it had been cleared out in a hurry. There was even half eaten food, half drunk tankards, and coats left hanging on the back of chairs, abandoned in their haste. 

While you felt a little bit of relief at the idea of not having to deal with the guild members for a little while longer, you were also anxious at the prospect of what could have caused all of the members to flee the guildhouse quickly, leaving you behind forgotten.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and edged away from the door, feeling panicky. The footsounds stopped at your door, and the person outside fiddled with the lock momentarily before breaking the lock altogether and pulling the door open. Standing there looking down at you was a massive minotaur, silver in color with a black ruff around his neck and a white strip of fur down his forehead that merged at a gradient with the silver fur of his face. There was a black square at the tip of his nose that spanned the length between his nostrils. He wore trousers and a closed vest with weapons here and there. He seemed imposing, but the look on his face was wondering and reverent. 

“Oh, gods,” He breathed. “It is you. He tried to disguise you, but he can’t fool me; I’d know you anywhere.” 

You’d never seen him before, but Marcus had mentioned a minotaur like him several times, telling you that he was a monster who would kill and eat you if he caught you. Before, you thought it was just a scary story he told you to keep you obedient, except now the proof was standing right in front of you.

He took a step forward, and you shrank back from him and huddled against the wall in fear. Sensing your terror, he knelt down and held out his hands. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. I know you’re scared. My name is Yngan. Can you tell me your name?” 

You didn’t answer, hoping your expression appeared as though you didn’t understand the question.

“I’ve been looking for you for a very long time, sweetheart. Your mummy and daddy miss you very much.” 

Despite your misgivings, you stopped cowering a little at those words, though you were careful not to speak. 

“I’m going to take you away from this place, alright? If you want,” He said, reaching for you but not picking you up, instead waiting for you to come to him. “I’ll take you home. Do you want to go home?” 

You hesitated, fearful of Marcus’s retaliation for disobeying the rules, but eventually you got up and walked into his arms slowly. He was gentle when he picked you up, shaking his head in disgust. 

“My word, you’re naught but bones. You hardly weigh anything at all. Does that bastard even feed you?”

You looked up at him, surprised, but didn’t answer. 

He tsked sadly and reached into his pocket, pulling out some dried jerky. “Sorry, this is all I’ve got on me. Don’t worry, little one, there will be plenty of food where we’re going. Mountains of food, the best there is. You’ll never, ever be hungry again after today.” 

You nibbled on the jerky and blinked at the thought. Did your parents own a farm? Were they grocers? 

“You look just like your father, did you know? You’ve both got the same eyes and that upturned button nose. We’re friends, I grew up with him. He’ll be so happy to see you again. Your mum, too.” 

He looked around, pausing for a moment to listen, and hunched a little as he continued, trying to move quickly but silently. 

“We have to go quietly if we’re going to pass through the net they’ve spread,” Yngan said. “Stay quiet, alright, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, and he smiled. 

He climbed up a hill with you on his hip like a small child, stealthing through the underbrush and staying under the trees. Out of nowhere, there was a shout at the base of the hill to the right, and the Yngan swore under his breath. 

“Hold on to me, sweetheart, we have to run!” 

You dropped the jerky and gripped the fur of his neck, holding on for dear life as he sprinted through the trees. A whistling sound came at you rapidly and you heard a sick, wet THUNK as it connected.

“Shit!” Yngan exclaimed, falling only momentarily before regaining his footing and setting off again, only he was limping badly. Crying in terror, you clung to him as he ran. Another whistling and THUNK impacted Yngan’s body, and he cried out in pain, but didn’t stop. He was grunting and snorting through his wide nostrils, his breathing labored, and you could see an arrow sticking out of his back. 

“Stop, you son of a bitch!” You heard Marcus call from behind you. You were unable to suppress a cry of fear, which made Yngan clutch you tighter to him. Another three arrows pierced his back, and he bellowed, slowing to a stop and falling to his knees.

“I’m sorry,” He wheezed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, Larongar. I’m so sorry.” 

You had just enough time to pat his face in a weak attempt to comfort him when you were snatched out of his embrace by Marcus, who held you up by your collar. Within seconds, the three of you were surrounded by Marcus’s men, all leveling weapons at Yngan’s supine form.

“Let her go, you fucking monster!” Yngan shouted over his pain. Blood was trickling from his mouth and nose.

“So the pot calls the kettle,” Marcus sneered, laughing. “Bet you thought you were slick, setting up that ambush. Nary a one of those pissants you call men left to save you. Is this what you wanted?” He said, dangling you in front of Yngan. “This is worth dying over, eh? This stick of shite? Are you going to lecture me on how I’ll never get away with this?” He kicked Yngan in the teeth. “Spare me. And you!” Marcus threw you to the ground and drew his sword. “Look close, bitch, this is what you get when you don’t follow the rules.” 

He raised his sword with both hands and brought it down into Yngan back, straight through the heart. A wail of anguish escaped your lips and you fell to your knees next to Yngan’s body, weeping. Marcus grabbed your face in his thick fingers and forced you to look at him. 

“You don’t follow the rules, people die. You understand that?” 

Sobbing, you nodded as best you could with him holding you, and he released you forcefully.  

“Put this thing back in the cupboard,” He ordered one of his men, and he picked you up forcibly and bodily threw you to someone opposite him. “No food or water until I say so.” 

The man Marcus handed you to hauled you up over his shoulder and carried you off, and you looked back at the body of the only person who had ever shown you kindness. You’d only known him for thirty minutes, but it had been the warmest thirty minutes of your short, sad life. The cold that settled back into your body was all the worse for having a single taste of that warmth, and the weight of the guilt crushed your heart.

You spent the next few days locked in your cubby, immobile and staring at the wall, recovering from the savage beating you’d endured that night when Marcus returned. On the fourth day, the door opened and Marcus, holding a tray, instructed you to feed the new prisoner, telling you that the two of you could share the meager meal between you. It was the first scrap of food you’d even seen since that jerky Yngan had given you. Numbly, you took the tray of rock-hard bread and boiled carrots downstairs into the basement and had to crouch to get into the crawlspace to reach the cramped cell.

In the cell was a boy, a minotaur. You couldn’t determine how old he was, since he was far larger than you and you hadn’t really met any other kids besides yourself, but you knew he was still a kid since he didn’t have horns yet. His fur was pale in color, like unripe wheat, and his eyes were black. He looked at you and snorted heavily with hostility, until he saw that you were quite a bit smaller than him and in rather poor condition, with your bruised face, black eye, and split lip. His demeanor went from aggressive to simply distrustful.

“Who are you?” He asked, his tone far from friendly. He rattled the bars on the cell door. “Let me out!”

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you sat on the dusty floor in front of the bars and held out the cup that had the water in it to him through the bars. He hesitantly sat and took it, sniffed it, and sipped slowly. While he drank, you split the bread in half and gave him some of it, dipping your own in the water the carrots had been boiled in to soften it before eating it. 

“You’re beat to hell. Are you alright?” He asked.

You still refused to answer. You weren’t going to break any more rules and get anyone else hurt. 

“Who are you? Are you being kept here, like me? Did those bastards kill your dad, too?”

You looked up at him in surprise. Oh.This boy was Yngan’s son. Before he could say anything else, your face crumpled and you cried, unable to stop, though you did what you could to prevent yourself from making any noise. The boy didn’t try to comfort you, but neither did he admonish you for being upset or laugh at you, as Marcus would have done. 

“My name is Ynghadin,” He said. “Can you tell me your name?” 

Ordinarily, you didn’t give people any indication that you understood much of what they said, so that they wouldn’t continue trying to converse with you. But you owed this person for getting his father killed, so you shook your head; as long as you didn’t speak, you weren’t breaking any rules.

“Can you speak? Or… did they order you not to talk to anyone?” He asked, and you nodded. “Ah, I see.” He examined you carefully. “Aren’t you human?” 

You nodded.

“But… why is your blood blue?” He asked, reaching a hand out to point at your split lip. “Most folks bleed red.”

You pulled away instinctively. Marcus told you that you had some sort of disease that dirtied the blood, and that’s why you must never meet with people outside of the guild, since others would only see you as a spreader of plague and have you killed and burned to protect the village from disease. He said that you should be grateful he was being kind and housing a sick person like you.

But you couldn’t tell him that, so you only shrugged and motioned for him to eat. He fished out chunks of the carrots and ate them, but left the bread untouched. 

“You can have that,” He said, pointing at the bread, which he had set back down on the tray immediately after you handed it to him. “I can’t eat it. Makes me itch.”

You didn’t need telling twice. You snatched back the bread and soaked it in the carrot water. 

Once the two of you had finished eating, you took the tray and left him staring after you with mild confusion and no small amount of worry. 

Several days passed in this manner, with you only being let out to feed Ynghadin, and eating the only meal you’d get for the day with him. You weren’t sure when Ynghadin would be sold off or ransomed. That is, if there was anyone left to pay the ransom, as his father’s guild had been wiped out following Yngan’s break-in and flight with you, adding to your sense of guilt.

Sitting in your locked closet with your back to the door gave you at least something to listen to, since the closet was located toward the end of the bar of the guildhouse, even if the conversations the numbers conducted were vile and evil in nature. You hadn’t really met most of the members, since they were usually asleep or out on missions when you did your work, so their voices kind of blended together, but you could pick out one or two familiar ones. Marcus’s always stood out.

“When are we getting rid of the brat downstairs?” One of his closest men asked. “Little git nearly bit my thumb off yesterday.” 

“Soon,” Marcus responded. “No one’s ponied up the money to bail him, so we can dig and dump him whenever I’ve a mind to it.” 

Your blood ran cold and your heart stopped. “Dig and Dump” was code for burying a person alive. It was one of Marcus’s favorite ways of disposing of troublesome captives. 

“Oh, wah?” The man replied indignantly. “You’re not having me dig the damn hole, are ya?” 

“Nah, nah, nah,” Marcus said with a laugh. “I’mma make the pipsqueak do it. Punishment for that runner he did.”

His friend snorted. 

You tuned out the rest of the conversation. They were going to kill him, and it was all your fault. There had to be something you could do to help him. 

Marcus pulled you out of your closet early that evening and marched you out to the forest with two shovels on his shoulder. Once you got to the site where the grave would be dug, Marcus chained you to a nearby tree and instructed you to dig. It was going to take you the better part of a week and several beatings before you’d have the job done, but you hoped that you’d figure something out before the hole was dug.

When morning broke, your hands were badly blistered and bleeding, and you’d only dug a foot and a half into the earth while Marcus had dozed. He snorted awake and took the shovel from your hands, giving you a raw potato and a half-filled water skin, and instructed you to return to your cubby. Someone else had apparently fed Ynghadin in your absence. Or at least, you hoped that was the case.

Each day that passed, where you were digging Ynghadin’s grave and not having a chance to see him, your panic rose steadily. If you couldn’t figure out what you could do to help him, he was going to die. 

The fifth night of the dig, you finally stumbled on the answer. As you were inside the now four-foot-deep hole in the ground, digging, and Marcus was snoozing against the tree to which you were tied, you heard the shovel hit something metallic. Your heart rate ratched up and you glanced at Marcus, who didn’t wake up, and knelt slowly to excavate with your bare, damaged fingers. A few seconds unearthed the solution: the broken tip of a sword about four to five inches long, rusted and jagged, but the point of it was still razor sharp. Where it had come from, why it was there, and how long it had been buried might have been questions you’d have had interest in in another situation, but right now, it seemed like a divine gift from the gods. 

For the first time in your life, the too-big, bulky boy’s clothes that Marcus made you wear had a practical use. You were able to hide the sword fragment in them without any of the shape showing up outwardly. You got back up and continued digging. 

When dawn arrived, Marcus determined that the hole was deep enough and led you back to the guildhouse, instructing you to go down and feed the boy for the final time, since he would wait until dark to finish him off. With your heart in your throat, you collected a tray of gruel from the kitchen and wiggled your way into the crawlspace. 

Ynghadin looked up and jumped to his feet when you arrived. 

“Are you alright?! I haven’t seen you in days, I thought they killed you,” He said, gripping the bars. 

You put the tray on the ground and gripped his hands, speaking to him for the first time. 

“Keep quiet! They’re going to kill you,” You whispered, your voice weak and scratchy from disuse. “Tonight. Marcus is going to bury you alive.”

He was momentarily stunned to hear you speak, but then he grew serious. “How do you know?” 

“Marcus has had me out digging your grave every night,” You told him, showing him your bloody, blistered hands. 

“What do I do?” 

You looked back at the crawl space opening before reaching into your clothes and retrieving the broken sword blade. “I found this,” You said, handing it to him. “I wish I had more, but this is all I can give you.”

“No, this is plenty,” He said, taking it and hiding it inside his own clothes. “Are you coming?” 

You shook your head. “I’ve only been sent to bring you your last meal. They’ll lock me up again when I’m done.” 

“Can you get out?” 

“No. my cubby is just outside of the main common area and it has no windows.” 

“But…” He said, frowning. “I can’t just leave you here.”

“I’ll just slow you down. I can buy you time. You have to go without me.” 

He blinked, staring at you as if you’d evaporate. “I’ll come back,” He said. “I’ll come back and get you. I promise.” 

You shook your head and smiled sadly. “I’m nobody you need to worry about. Run far away, Ynghadin. Don’t look back.” 

“Oi, bitch, get out here!” Marcus called after you. You prayed he hadn’t heard your conversation. You made to move away, but Ynghadin seized your hand to hold you there for another moment. 

“I promise,” He said quietly. “I’ll come find you no matter what, I swear.”

Gently, you pulled your hand from his and rushed to exit the crawlspace.

You were unable to sleep that day, jittery and shaking from worry, and when night fell, you began anxiously pacing your room, chewing your thumbnail. For a few hours, all was quiet, but just as you had sat down and had nearly dozed off, the sound of a flurry of activity snapped you awake. Your door flew open and one of Marcus’s most trusted men, a rakshasa named Toru, snatched you up and carried you out of the room under his arm like a small dog. You looked around and saw everyone tearing things down and packing up anything that could be useful in one hell of a hurry. 

Did Ynghadin escape successfully? He must have; the guild had never been this panicked before. Your heart swelled with hope, even as the entire guildhouse was being dismantled around you. 

Toru opened a trunk, threw you into it, warned you to keep quiet, and closed the lid. You then felt the trunk being lifted and moved onto a cart, and the cart took off at a moderately speedy pace. 

In the dark, cramped space of the trunk you were locked in, a rare smile softened your face. He made it. You really did help him. He’d leave this awful place and survive somewhere else. The thought made you happy, and while he had made you the promise to find you, you’d simply be glad if he thought of you from time to time. That way, if you died, you wouldn’t be forgotten. That was enough.

Your happiness was short-lived. When the cart slowed to a stop, the trunk flew open and Marcus reached in and pulled you out by the throat. He had a large gash from his chin to his hairline on the left side, and his left eye was bandaged.

“It was you, wasn’t it?!” He spat in your face. “You gave that son of a bitch the metal! This is all your doing!” 

You didn’t deny it, not even by shaking your head. Marcus punched you in the gut hard, and the air was sucked out of your lungs. 

“Hope it was worth it, because you’ll never see sunlight again!” He put you back into the trunk and closed the lid. 

You struggled to get your breath back. You knew life was about to get worse for you, and you were sure how long it would be before it would get better, if it ever did. But you knew one thing for certain. 

It was absolutely worth it.

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#5

>REWRITE THE STARS

Timeline: Chapter 37. Spoilers for season 2!!

“Dion.”

Your voice slightly cracked.You weren’t sure what was about to happen. Maybe he would kill you? Maybe one of you would betray the others?

“Come here, darling.”

You beckoned your finger to him. Would he help Lant off of the floor, and discard of you and your son?

The sound of his boots echoed the halls.He lightly kissed your hand.The feeling of his warm lips against your glove still managed to reach your skin.

“I am at your mercy.”

Roxana looked down at the both of you; How did you manage to tame her murderous older brother? It was above her.

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474 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

Dion with a very beautiful s/o?? Kind of like Cayena Hill beautiful. Everyone in their family immediately accepted her because of how beautiful and confident she is. She attracted attention everywhere she went because of her beauty!

>Lets say your parents were friends with Maria, and your mother had brought you with her to Agriche for one of Maria's tea parties. (Before Ashil's death.)

>Maria saw you, and you were almost sure you could see stars in her eyes.She started complimenting you for your beauty almost immediately.

>Of course, you couldn't attend Maria's tea party, so she had Dion show you around Agriche, as she wanted you to come over often and be comfortable.(At the time, you only saw Maria as a pretty socialite.)

>Dion shut you out and did the bare minimum of showing you around, then left you on your own.

>Fast forward a few months, and after talking to Dion a lot, you both became friends.Although he had weird hobbies (showing you knives, giving dead animals as gifts) he was a close friend of yours.

>Maria then saw how you both were close, and how could she give up such a pretty daughter-in-law?Your mother had almost instantly said yes to the marriage proposal, and had you live at Agriche.

>When you met lant, he only said, "she would make good children.Put her in classes with Roxana."

>And now, you were a 14 year old learning how to dominate a man!! wow!!

>Life was going smoothly: daily classes on how to have kids, learning how to handle gore, and training with dion was how you spent your days.

>You had only talked to Dion, only sparing a few words to roxana, who stared at you with awe in classes. (For context, when roxana was a kid, it was mentioned that she adored beautiful things.)

>Until..The incident.

>When ashil failed the special test, Lant had you follow Dion into the room with a mask on.

>In front of you, he had killed his own sibling.

You had learned how to handle gore, and had never spared a single word to Ashil, but you felt bad for Sierra when Ashil was killed; she looked so broken.Sad.

>Fast forward a few years, and you had everybody in the household fawning over you.

>When you were younger, it was "she's so cute!" now it's "shes so hot."

>You had won over every single sibling in Agriche, and even had the title , 'future duchess.'

>Meeting Fontaine was the worst thing that could have happened to you.He had flirted with you, and had even blushed when you sent him disgusted scorns about how dion was better than him.

>As the proud future lady of agriche, you had many followers, and had won the favor of all of Lants wives.

>Now, here is where you found out that Maria wasn't all dresses and tea.

>She had shown you a doll, while you struggled to keep a straight face.

>Dion still likes you quite alot, and loves touching you.He gives many gifts and dresses that he thinks will suit you.

>Handsome dangerous husband x sexy dangerous wife = Dion x you

>although you werent able to participate in monthly tests due to you not being a born Agriche, you still had a seat next to Lant due to how obedient of a child you were.

>And when agriche fell, you couldnt even imagine Dion not taking your side to run away.

>(recent chap spoilers) and Dion grew even more fond of you when you defended him from lant <3

521 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

>Being Regis' wife. endless days with jubel, and endless nights with regis.

>Tea parties with baby Jubel.

>Wearing matching dresses with Jubel everywhere you go; from parties,to events, and even competitions.Its more like your married to Jubel than regis.

>Reading in the Libary and getting a back hug from regis.Big, warm hands wrapping around your waist, his big body leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

>Dancing with duke floyen at parties,stealing the stage.

>Reading books with Jubel to help her sleep.Her tiny hands hugging your body, seeking warmth in the cold night.

>Being trapped Laying down with regis in bed.

>Going on outings with Regis and Jubel, who are willing to buy you anything that you look at.

>Having long kisses with regis while dancing.

>Meeting Max when he was a child as the dukes wife, and being the only one who tries to comfort him.

>Meeting max again..but when he is the boyfriend of your beloved daughter, Jubel.

>Stopping regis from killing max tbh

>Helping regis with paperwork in his office, but he cant even take his eyes away from your lips as you talk to him about how he is spending too much money <3

>Regis buying a store because you like 3 things from that shop.

590 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#2

"My dear husband."

You brushed your gloved finger against dions lips. Even through the glove, you felt the soft skin of your husbands lips.He was everything to you. Dion; your beloved, insane, rude, obsessive husband.You were sitting in his lap, legs around his waist facing him. Even though how he made sure you didnt get exposed to anything he deemed 'unruly' for you, as his sweet wife to see, or how he constantly killed any male who might have had the chance to become an intrest to you, your mind only went with the one thought:

"it's to protect me."

And every night, where he fucked you,bit you and cut you, your heart fluttered when he brought you closer to him. Just like tonight, actually.

"fuck." that was the only word your husband had said all night. He had ripped your dress, broken your corset, and smudged your lipstick. Your once pretty hair was now tangled and swayed with your movements on Dions lap. He had only been looking down at the way his cock slowly entered your slick-ridden cunt, and how you touched his face with the softest hands, as if you might break him.(who could break you with zero effort) He adored you.Wanted more of you.Without even realizing(realising) it himself, he pulled you closer, grabbed your hips making you go faster. You moaned at the change of position;his dick hitting your g-spot with rough thrusts.

.

Even after cleaning up, Dion still stuck by you.

If anything was to ever hurt you when he wasnt around, what would your dear husband do?

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596 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

&."𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘" ... －𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵..

&-Being Dion Agriche's wife.

&-Being roxanas pet for her to use as she wills.

&-Having lovely maria agriche's favor;going with her on outings, being on showcases at tea parties,And maving maria's 'dolls' serve you.

&-Having a private Jeremy, all to yourself, to be your lovely attention-seeking puppy.

&-Jeremy hugging your waist so tightly you cant even move!

&-Dion being possesive over who gets close to you. not even letting a servant stare at you for longer than needed.

&-Roxana slowly seducing you, turning you to her side so you could support her.

&-Sierra comforting you after witnessing a death, her soft hold calming you down quickly.

&-Dancing with grizelda, the bones of guards cracking under your soles.

&-Jeremy putting his head onto your lap while ranting about things;like how Fontaine was hitting on roxana, or how dion is just so annoying.

&-Dion,coming home all bloody and seeking love from his darling wife.

&-Being an Agriche and taking care of lovely cassis, who groans when your chest gets too close to his face.

&-Having a touch starved cassis not let go of you when you try to leave-Broad arms trying to pull you back into his room so he couls be with you a little while longer.

&-Being 'friends' with roxana- touches lingering longer than they should, eyes looking into your being reading your mind, filled with desires.

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[yutahoes]

Series Masterlist

Written works with multiple chapters. 

DISCLAIMER: All are works of fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Scenarios doesn’t represent the real Yuta Nakamoto or even other NCT members. The author is not affiliated with the artist, the group, or their entertainment label.

Otou-Chan 

masterlist (25 chapters and 1 special chapter)

pairing: CEO! Yuta Nakamoto x manhwa illustrator! Y/N genre: smut, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers summary: Being an adult manhwa illustrator is hard. But nothing is harder than the tent forming in Yuta’s pants. 

STATUS: completed

Sakura

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen

Special Chapter : ‘Mark me in your heart’ (babysitter! Mark)

pairing: soccer player! Yuta Nakamoto x single mom! Y/N genre: fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers summary: You’ll always be his Sakura.

STATUS: completed

Mono no Aware

Intro - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven

pairing: grim reaper! Yuta Nakamoto x doctor! Y/N genre: angst, fluff, reincarnation, forbidden love summary: Mono no Aware, ‘the pathos of things’, a melancholic appreciation of transiency of existence. The fleeting moment when you realized that something you love is bound to disappear. Like life.

STATUS: completed

Different

One - Two - Three - Four

pairing: dad! Yuta Nakamoto x mom! Y/N genre: angst, fluff, accidental parents summary: You just wished everything was different

STATUS: completed

Cupid

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven

pairing: single dad! Yuta Nakamoto x researcher! Y/N genre: fluff, smut, angst, single parent, strangers to lovers summary: What Keiko wants, Keiko gets

STATUS: completed

Surrogate

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine

Special Chapter: Inconvenient Family 

Special Chapter: Miracle 

pairing: ex-boyfriend! businessman! Yuta Nakamoto x showgirl! surrogate! Y/N genre: smut, angst, fluff, gay love, surrogacy summary: Agreeing to be a surrogate for a gay couple doesn’t have to surprise you like this.

STATUS: completed

Polarity

Masterlist (16 Chapters)

pairing: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! Y/N genre: fluff, angst, smut, violence summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

STATUS: completed

Caramel

Masterlist

pairing: stripper! Yuta x female! wealthy! Y/N genre: fluff, heavy angst, smut summary: Y/N has everything in her bitter life, not until she meets a sweet-looking stripper.

STATUS: completed

This will be updated from time to time.

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[hidden-secret-writing]

More Manhwa concepts I want:

The dad:

The ML or the og FL have a hot dad who is single and is nice (key word nice and they aren’t a bad dude or anything) and the new FL is like “Damn” and go for the dad instead. No this is not like “Seducing the villain’s father” or whatever that title, I mean the ML and the new FL meet, but instead of the new FL falling for the ML, she goes for the dad who obviously is the reason the ML is so hot.

F the ML, I’m going for female character:

FL is transmitted into a world where she is a side character. She isn’t into the ML or any guy tbh. She gets close to either the og FL or the Villainess, falls for them and marries them.( come on, we all have had that moment where we were like FL and the og FL or Villainess looks good together.) basically she runs away with them and they live happy ever after

Actually achieves leaving:

FL wants to escape her fate and get away from the story, so she either learns sword fighting and then signs up for the army, uses the talents of the body she is in and gets a job doing whatever that is, or GETS ON A BOAT LATE AT NIGHT AND GOES TO THE NEW KINGDOM SHE CAN FIND ACROSS THE SEA. Like you don’t need to ask permission to the character’s parents who are obviously very scared to let their daughter (the character the FL is now living as) to go. RUN AWAY! ESCAPE! FAKE A KIDNAPPING! DO SOMETHING! Just get up and go.

[onishifm]

━♡ guess the twenty-four year old november baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because onishi cho is just as sentimental as the month of november. wait, why do they remind me of myoui mina? beyond that, they seemed candid & starry-eyed upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of unyielding & internal though. i hope they get acquainted here in complex #004 / apartment #1104 / floor #3 ; she seems to have a lot going on with her as a translator. 

hi there! my name’s stella (23, she/her, est) and i’m super excited to bring my baby cho! i am deeply lazy so i don’t have any pages for her yet, but i’ll put a little blurb and some wanted connections below! feel free to give this a like and i’ll slide into your dm’s or you can find me at my discord at: (possibly) a vampire#2762

ABOUT

onishi cho (11/04/1996)

born in sapporo, japan as an only child - father worked in the tech industry and mother worked as head secretary of a tech company

both parents did a lot of business in south korea, so the family had houses in both countries

cho’s nanny was actually korean - her parents wanted cho to be fluent in japanese and korean so she’d have more business opportunities when she was older 

her nanny was hard of hearing, so along with korean she taught cho how to communicate with korean sign language as well. cho was always a shy child, and extremely attached to her nanny, so she always felt more comfortable with sign language growing up than spoken language. it was like a safe space for her and her nanny. they were the only two who knew how to speak it with each other, so cho didn’t have to worry about being misunderstood or embarrassing herself with her words

she stayed in japan through high school, and attended university in korea for japanese studies and linguistics, then got her certification in ksl interpreting 

now she lives in seoul fresh out of university working as a contract translator - often companies will hire her to translate contracts or act as an interpreter during business meetings. sometimes she’d even be hired on be publishing companies to translate manga into korean or manhwa into japanese 

personality-wise, cho is a very soft-spoken but driven person. she’s this dangerous combination of shy and affectionate, where she wants to surround herself with a million people but never being able to reach out first. she grew up on k-dramas and has let the romance seep deep into her very soul - she wants a love that is passionate and dramatic, to run through airports and kiss in the rain. for someone who spends her days bridging linguistic barriers, she has a hard time making the conversational leap herself

WANTED CONNECTIONS

japan buddies - someone who grew up in japan or spent a lot of time there that she can connect to 

language tutor - someone who saw her experience and asked for her help learning either japanese or ksl - she’s more than happy to offer her services for a cup of tea and some quality time

textbook panic gay - cho is a lesbian with a capital L, and your muse is a gorgeous woman who cho cannot put a single coherent sentence around. it makes being neighbors all the more difficult 

work buddies - someone with an office job who’s worked with cho on a translation project, and they would go out for dinner or drinks after a hard day’s work

biggest fan - someone in the entertainment or manhwa industry who cho meets during her work and she can’t help but gush towards

little sibling figure - the only way to overcome cho’s shyness is when there’s someone in the room who needs someone else to step up. this person is a little younger and equally shy, so cho finds herself stepping up to the big sister role for them

[joeyleesblog]

Gallahan *breathless*: R-Regis, we're here! What's the emergency?! Jubel, is she okay?!

Claude *annoyed*: You better be really urgent, Regis.

Regis*seriously*: Today Jubel.... called me daddy.

Gallahan:...

Claude:....

Gallahan: Oh, it's s-really Regis! Excellent! And... Claude? Claude No!

[softrays]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Loop, Time Skips, Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Joseon au, kumiho au, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Single Parents, Alternate Universe - Kindergarten & Pre-school, Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid Fusion, merkoo and prince eric, captain busan!, mafia: biker kitty gang, callboy/prostitute(?) jk, Hades & Persephone, Alternate Universe - College/University, pilot gguks, flight attendant mins, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Secretary Jeon Jungkook, CEO Park Jimin, GCF in: my heart, pancake nation!, Pining, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, kookmin are married, some violence and mentions of abuse, nothing too graphic but stuff is littered all over :(, I almost forgot, Ice Skating, Photographer Jeon Jungkook, eat jin au, Alternate Universe - Restaurant, model min and uni kid kooks, Publishing House AU, Alternate Universe - Writing & Publishing, like.. manhwa au??, i think this is all????, ships will switch up as and when the fic changes! Summary:

"my name is-" the cycle repeats. "i'm jimin- and i love you."

whenever jimin wants to tell jeongguk his name- or when jeongguk tries to call him by his name- the time loop will reset; they'll meet again, in another life. perhaps, thirteenth time's (and 3 strikes) the charm?

[mmohana-blog1]

heyo! i am holly, admin and dumbass, and this is hana, wannabe illustrator and also a dumbass! below the cut are some tldr (that’s a lie cause its long as hell but u kno... it be like that) deets about her, but you can find her full bio here and her basic profile right here. drop a like on this or just hmu if we haven’t plotted yet and/or if you wanna whip up a thread!! (^: 

overall: sweet to a fault, often overbearing, generally pretty odd, simultaneously the mom and the hyperactive child, trying to explore new life experiences, and forever fascinated by the complexities of people! 

she was born in busan, but moved to seoul when she was 8. she was An Accident, born after her parents fully thought they weren’t able to have more kids. she has one sister, who is a #confirmed genius child, and she’s been trapped in her shadow her entire life, constantly trying to live up to the expectations she set.

once her sister graduated she tried to grab her parents attention by devoting herself fully to her studies cause she was like.. desperate for their love and affection, but that shit didnt work! 

depression crept into her life when she was fifteen. the buildup of both parental and outside pressures was the catalyst, but she also carries around immense self doubt AND offers excessive love/affection/emotion to others as a way to avoid dealing with her own problems, which just weighed her down until her brain gave up. she started going to therapy about a year after moving into the sharehouse, and has been learning better coping mechanisms! (self care 2k19) 

she’s hella friendly and usually has very little issue forming new relationships. she has always tried to be nice to anyone and everyone, and it extremely empathetic to the feelings of others. that has opened her up to ppl taking advantage of her + her not making the most... sound/rational choices in company... so she is trying to stop freely giving so much of her own happiness and heart to others. (she still collects fleeting infatuations like they’re playing cards tho rip)

discovered a love + natural talent for art as a child that kept growing as her skill sets developed. started making goofy lil comics as a kiddo and has never stopped!! she makes comic strips for the sacred hearts zine about goofy shit she sees around the sharehouse... basically everyone has been featured at least once in cutesy cartoony form. her main goal is to one day author her own manhwa, but she has about a million WIP ideas that have been building up in her sketchbook for years (the most recent being about a delinquent weirdo girl with fortune-telling dreams.) her main inspirations are the people she meets day-to-day, which has grown into a pretty intense people-watching habit LOL

she works at happyro, and usually gets stuck with the super late night shifts. mostly just spends her time doing art projects for school or playing animal crossing. even tho she is tired af its the perfect gig bc she loves the free time + she genuinely loves video games.

dresses like a weird mismatched mess! lives for a problem pattern! wears so much color that u can spot her from a thousand miles away! (for a general idea of her aesthetic u can check out her pinterest board) 

makes so many baked goods bro she sucks at cooking meals but she can make sweets like a CHAMP. her apartment always smells like cookies and she always has some goodies to give people when they stop by her room 

eats so much fuckin candy that she should probably be dead by now. can go thru whole bags of gummies in a single day... she lives for that shit. her diet is terrible (but trust that she will chide ppl for not eating well)

has dozens of cheap claw machine plushies. not just bc she loves plushies, but bc she is DETERMINED to learn the secrets of the claw machines. 

random plot ideas!

obviously her subplots, which are sacred hearts (the sharehouse zine) and muse (nude modeling), and both clearly grounds 4 some fun stuff LOL 

happyro regulars! other gamers! folks who just come in to spend time with her while she’s working the late shift! 

fellow hongik students! (there r so many hongik kids.. squad)

close good friends! 

one of her many crushes during her year and a half in the sharehouse... maybe an ex.... who knows! she’s been around for a bit! 

aforementioned person that was taking advantage of her/proving to be poor company, whether that be someone who was just blatantly toxic, or just.. someone who did not mesh well with her in the end. 

also someone who is just hella annoyed by her please 

she’s all about new experiences, but for a young cute girl... shit can be dangerous alone. someone to come with her as she checks out local dive spots at night.

you were not very happy with the way she interpreted you in a comic/she documented a moment you didn’t expect anyone to see and now you’re mad embarrassed.

you both go to the same therapist and just now realized it

there has been a steady beat of 24/7 chill hip hop coming from her room for a good four hours now and you are about to lose your marbles 

she is on commission for drawings at all times! caricatures? she’s got u. a piece for ur obligatory gen-ed art class? she’s got u. framed drawing of one of insuk’s cats? she’s got u. 

one of her rainbow ass shirts got mixed in with a load of your whites somehow and turned them all diff colors and you obviously KNOW the culprit bc who else would wear this kind of pattern 

there are stickers all over your shit and u have no idea where they came from 

[hwaryungrp]

SPOTTED! JEON JAEWON . 21.

Looks like they’ve been wandering around Hwaryung! You can find them living at JEONGNYEON STATION STUDIO APARTMENT #702 or if they’re not home they’re probably working AS A WEBTOON AUTHOR. If you can’t find them offline, feel free to message them @monsieur.jeon.

BIOGRAPHY

「 entr'acte: chambre d'enfants. 」 when he was a child, his home was burnt to the ashes and the fire was said to start in child’s room. he was found by firefighters and taken into a safe place without a single mention about what happened to his parents and was trained to be a decent son, a well-mannered boy — and that was when he got the attention of a doctor, who adopted him as a child but used him as a research subject. he went through multiple experiments that nearly killed him, and yet he never cried nor complained. his name was forgotten and he was called as number seventy-one for a couple of months before the doctor’s research laboratory was found by moreau, a french man that settled in korea and solely worked on the cases focused on children. he was a detective, after all, a passionate man that knew nothing would change if the child returned to the orphanage — and so he took the child with him and named the little one, jaewon. 「 dos à dos. 」 his adventures spread on his imaginary bridge that connected french to korea as he regularly moved through two cities. now he had a father, a proper name and a kind of personality that ripped apart his past tragedy. he often appeared to take nothing seriously and almost always had a broad grin on his face. his aura seemed like a mischievous air around him and he acted more on emotions then thought most of the time since his plans were normally reckless. to put it a simple word, he became someone that others did not expect him to be — unless he had an encounter with a cat and suddenly became a frightened toddler. through his travels between paris and seoul, he managed to meet thousands of people and stole a piece of memory from each of them. somehow those memories grew in his mind and turned into a story, which eventually led him to draw — his experience coming from his previous major in the university, stage design. he changed the names and settings and before he knew, jaewon became a manhwa author. he made himself an alias, monsieur jeons, and did not expect much as he published best of his works through an online platform — and before he could keep a track, his manhwa, ❝ kill two romance with one stone ❞ became a hit. it opened a fresh new page in his life and eventually led him to hwaryung. 「 bal masqué. 」 life became a masquerade ball for jaewon ever since he earned himself a second personality, which he liked to keep himself for various reasons; one being his desire to observe people comfortably and maybe, include bits of their reflection to his work. he did not want to be in the centre of attention or watch people act in front of him and so he wore a mask, another identity. he called himself a ghost doctor. he sometimes used such name to scam rich people, sometimes to hide his real self. in any case, jaewon soon began to enjoy his little act and became the self-claimed ghost seer, a doctor that helped lost ghosts to find their way at the cheapest price.

PERSONALITY

( + ) creative imagination, fairness, integrity ( - ) often take nothing seriously, reckless, acts more on emotion than thought

[pastwinter]

there are some romantic plots below for each of my babes that i’m dying to write!! feel free to like this or shoot me a message if something catches your eye!

baek jinho | runaway manhwa artist | heterosexual | 24

a lil inspired by the truth untold by bts, i’d love!! a plot in which emotionally cautious jinho develops feelings for muse b ( a literal light! someone who really knows how to pull jinho out of her shell ) , and as is her habit, she keeps it all bottled in and hides it -- but! she’s awfully honest in her latest manhwa in which she depicts the protagonist finding the courage to admit her feelings, and it’s honestly so obvious!! that the love interest is a portrayal of muse b!! to everyone except muse b who has yet to read the manhwa ( or maybe they’re just oblivious ) . and maybe if we want to take it down the angsty route, muse b gets into a relationship with someone before jinho can confess her feelings?? 

ideally i’d like for muse b to have an outgoing personality seeing as jinho can lean towards reserved. age doesn’t matter so much really?? but she’s heterosexual, so muse b must be male.

jinho’s 24 and she has a little brother who’s 19, so anyone around that age she’ll label as a “ kid ” and dote on them like she would her brother so if anyone wants a classic “ i like you but you treat me like a child B(( ” plot, come at me!! and either gender could work here, but it’ll be angsty if your muse is a gal since jinho can’t return her feelings... and doesn’t that sound like fun : )))

“ you keep confessing your love for me and i keep turning you down bc i’m honestly scared out of my mind that i would ruin everything but good golly gosh you’re very persistent aren’t you?? and psh no this isn’t a date! i’m just humoring you bc i feel bad ( but we both know that’s a frikkin lie ) ”

lee gwangmin | youtuber | bisexual | 23

a second meeting with his first boyfriend!! bc while gwangmin cared for him deeply ( maybe even?? this guy was his first love?? ) , i can see the two having broken up bc gwangmin refused to acknowledge that his parents had an issue with his sexuality despite their uncomfortable words of support. he refused to talk about it and went to lengths to avoid having his parents and boyfriend around each other for extended periods of time, and that had to be frustrating!! and stressful considering this would have been around the time they’d be graduating/had just graduated high school. so maybe that’s why they broke up? 

the reason can always be discussed, but i’d love a second meeting in which both of them have grown up a little! and maybe confront the fact that gwangmin is STILL avoiding the problem.

also gimme a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly around gwangmin bc he’s such a wholesome sweetie pie and makes them feel so good about themselves and just!! happy in general!! and maybe they start to like him more than they should and gwangmin can tell but stays quiet bc... they’re so... CUTE when they’re trying to hide it!! and when it comes out on accident or they witness someone coming onto gwangmin and they get embarrassed and frightened of his reaction, he’s just grinning bc of course he likes them!!

y’all i’ll admit it right now -- i’m weak for cliche plots but who isn’t??

kim nari | professional dork singer | bisexual | 18-20

so my little ray of sunshine can be played during her time as a trainee or during her time as an idol 

so pretty pls gimme a sunbae-hoobae relationship that’s 90% platonic and mentor-like and 10% something more. but is that something more acknowledge?? not if you want to avoid scandals and secret relationships!!

but maybe... it DOES get acknowledged... and they gotta sneak around... but nari’s just debuted finally, and if it’s revealed she’s dating, that could be really bad for her... “ the timing might be bad but n o we’re not breaking up bc of a ‘ what if ’ ”

“ you’re that boy i ran away from back in middle school when you confessed to me and continued to avoid afterwards but now we’re older and dating isn’t so scary and you grew up to be incredibly handsome wow... also i’m so sorry ”

maybe said boy is a fellow idol?? a producer?? or she just runs into him by chance?? either way, it’ll be awkward for nari B ))

bc i’m weak for the idea ( and is it cliche?? MAYBE ) , consider your muse joining a show in which idols are paired with their “ ideal types, ” and nari just so happens to be on the show, too. now, this could go a few ways!

the producers are mistaken in pairing nari with your muse bc the two of them HATE each other!! but maybe not as much as they first thought.

they’re utterly smitten with each other... but they’re not paired together! they’re someone else’s ideal types, so do they pine and never act on their feelings or do some sneaking about without anyone knowing??

choi donghae | lost soul | bisexual | 20

you know what i’d love?? an angsty plot in which your muse assists donghae in moving on aka brings his murderer to justice before danbi has a chance to kill him and before he’s able to take another victim. and while it’s a happy moment bc he and his sister can finally be at peace, it’s bittersweet bc your muse sincerely cares for him

i’d also give my left shoe for a plot where donghae starts acting as your muse’s guardian angel bc he misses them and doesn’t know what else to do with his extra time and they eventually figure it out bc no one has THAT much good luck

and if we wanna go down the human!donghae route, gimme that classic “ bad boy/girl meets good boy ” but instead of corrupting donghae, he starts to rub off on them and that’s not good for their reputation, dude

choi danbi | bitter specter | bisexual | 20

" i’ve been pretending that i’m not dead by appearing to you when barely anyone is around but you ran into my mom and mentioned me and now you’re confused and shaking bc according to her, donghae and i are still missing, so i suppose i owe you some answers now ”

“ i saved you from getting mugged one time and it was very freaky and ghostly and now you’re purposely looking for me in random allies?? are you dumb??? and why is this so endearing to me?? ”

and for human!danbi, how about a rival athlete who she Hates but kissed one time when she was tipsy and now... now she hates them even MORE bc they won’t let her forget about it!!

son daehyun | grim reaper | heterosexual | o l d... but looks 28

before i even start, let me point out that daehyun is based upon the grim reapers from tvn’s goblin, but he’s part of a unit who specializes in finding the souls who were never allowed to move on

so... how about he's assigned to find a soul who was supposed to die YEARS ago, but narrowly avoided death through a miracle only a greater being could have caused and like... he’s gotta keep an eye on her bc she shouldn’t even exist but there’s no way that he can reap her when she’s living her life! but every time she find herself about to die, daehyun is there against his better judgement to save her until he’s too late 

but maybe... she finds their way back to him bc she refuses to let go of their memories :’ ))

and gimme senior reaper dae having to show this rookie reaper the ropes and he’s trying to act all tough and cool for her, and while it’s so obvious how soft he really is, the rookie lets dae do his thing bc it’s cute. and she tells him so -- and dae is flabbergasted 

“ cute?? me??? nO i’m not blushing shut up ” 

son soojin | old soul | pansexual | technically old as heck but 26 in this life

lil info before we begin -- soojin is a reincarnated soul who chose to keep her memories in hopes of being reunited with her lover one day

what if… her lover was actually an immortal being of some sort?? and they’ve been sad bc they’ve gone all this time thinking they’d never see her again but wait!! it’s her!! she just has a different face bc reincarnation is apparently a thing!!

or similarly – they were broken up about her death but it’s been centuries, dude… they’re Over It and have moved on and are in love without someone else. sucks to be soojin.

oR soojin’s fallen in love with someone in this life, maybe even contemplating marriage when who is that she stumbles upon?? her lover from her first life?? well fRIK

O R soojin finds her lover, they don’t recognize her bc she has a different face, and she withholds who she really is bc they seem so… happy with their s/o. happy without her. and maybe it’s time she lets them go bUT WAIT A SECOND THERE SHE SLIPS UP and says something only SHE would have known/said!! her cover’s blown!! uh oh : )))

and now just some general scenarios i’d love to see!!

polyships pls and thanks!! gwangmin and nari are one cute duo or could be paired separately with two other muses, as well as most of my other muses -- the only ones i don’t think would be up for it ( or at the very least be very difficult to convince ) would be jinho bc she's so wary of relationships to begin with and daehyun.

but give me the cute first date, the cuddling and kisses and before that, the proposition of dating each other. give me the angst where one thinks the other two don’t like them as much as they do each other. give me breaking up just to get back together bc it being just two of them doesn’t feel right anymore.

any sort of fan meets their idol plot! i’m Weak for them

also... baby plots. single parent starts dating again plots. gimme some kids and the difficulties and all the cute moments :’ )))

“ i’ve got a tough/cold image but i’m soft for you ” plots!!

[mysticscanlations]

[Meeting The Author] Interview with Kim Hyun, author of ‘That Summer’!

I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T SEEN THIS EARLIER thank you so much @namelessfellow​ for letting me know! 

ALSO WE GET TO SEE AUTHOR-NIM’S FACE AND SHE’S BEAUTIFUL I LOVE HER SO MUCH

click here for the original article (AND TO SEE AUTHOR-NIM)! i’m putting the translated interview under the cut, so please check it out! it’s actually interesting and gives a lot more insight into both her as an author and the story!

[Meet The Webtoon Author] Webtoon Author 'Kim Hyun' Who Captured Japan and Taiwan With The Pure Love Genre

[Before the article] Readers, have you recently seen a manhwa? More specifically, a 'pure love' manhwa. Starting now, I'll introduce you to one of them.

This manhwa can be explained with the title 'A Complicated And Strange Love Triangle Between Boys And A Girl', and it illustrates the story of these kids in their final teenage summer that involves 'love' and awful growing pains.

This explanation does not fit with 'Byline Network' at all.

But still, the first reason why I'm introducing the manhwa 'That Summer' is because this 'Meet The Webtoon Author' series continuously focuses only on male authors with action manhwa.

The second reason is because I feel that we should also pass the limit of genres and experience a more diverse range of manhwa.

Pure love manhwas are more interesting that I thought. That Summer. Just by hearing it, that title gives a ticklish feeling in your chest. Whether it's to foster sensitivity, or whether it's for single readers to find a new relationship in their life, let's attempt this manhwa.

When I saw author Kim Hyun (full name Kim Hyun Joo) serializing the webtoon 'That Summer' on Comico, I thought it would be a BL work (BL is short for Boys Love). Before I even met with Author Kim, the questions I'd prepared were centered around “prejudice towards BL works” and “the future of the BL market”.

But, what in the world. I misunderstood the genre. I, myself, was trapped within “prejudice towards BL works”. Author Kim had defined 'That Summer' as 'Academy Growth'. And so as the kids grew up, the person they could love might be a boy or girl, but I'd assumed that due to the webtoon's introduction, this manhwa would be a BL work about two boys that loved each other. This interview started off with a KO for me.

I met Author Kim in a Seoul Hongdae coffee shop this past July. 'That Summer' was Author Kim's debut work. Using the webtoon platform 'Comico' that was managed by NHN Entertainment, she serialized this story in Korean, Japanese, and Taiwanese. In Taiwan, it ranked 1st place as the Popular Manhwa of the Week. It's also scheduled to by translated into Spanish so that it can be serialized in Mexico.

Before her debut, she attended a manhwa school in Japan and then worked as an assistant in a manhwa publishing company. Learning manhwa in Japan and then debuting a webtoon in Korea is a unique career. At the end of that month, 3 versions of 'That Summer' began to serialize simultaneously in Korea, Japan, and Taiwan. I heard more about the Korean and Japanese manhwa marketplace, the recent pure love genre trend, and the webtoon platform from Author Kim.

Q: At first, I thought 'That Summer' was a BL genre.

A: I don't think my manhwa's genre is BL. The main character is a girl. I'm drawing that girl coincidentally meeting a boy and the events that ensue as a result of their lives getting intertwined. But if I restrict the genre by saying whether or not it's BL, this story's ending will already be determined. Rather, this manhwa's composition uses BL as a device. I don't specifically classify this manhwa into a genre, and draw it so that anyone can enjoy it as they read.

Q: I heard that you studied manhwa in Japan.

A: After I majored in History, I went to Japan. I wanted to draw manhwa, but they didn't have that major in Korea. Me going to Japan was also influenced by my parents, who said, “If you're going to draw manhwa, it might be better if you went and studied in a different culture so that you can bring something to life in a way only you can do.”

While studying at a Japanese manhwa school, I helped out various publishing companies, producing short manuscripts and working as an assistant. I worked at an advertisement design company after graduating, and even after returning [to Korea], I continued to help out by outsourcing work.

Q: How did you debut, and what was your reason for choosing Comico as your debut platform?

A: I studied while preparing my webtoon. During that time, someone I knew was serializing a work on Comico. That friend introduced me to Comico. They said to submit something. When I tried, I found that it fit well with me. Because Comico was based in Japan, I thought it would be easier for me expand globally while I serialized on this platform. The site itself also gave off a stable feeling for all ages, and I thought that the target demographic for my manhwa—middle school and high school students—would be able to read the story well.

Q: Do people who are preparing a webtoon all gather and study together? If so, I'm curious to know if you all evaluate each other's manhwa.

A: We all gather in a sort of study room in a place like an Internet cafe. If you're preparing a webtoon by yourself, it's hard to get motivation, so we meet up and exchange information. However, we don't give evaluations on each other's manhwa. We all have different styles so we're careful on that aspect. The important thing about these study sessions is that since new candidates don't have a lot of information, we share what we know and show them our drawings.

Q: Is there something about Comico that differentiates them from other platforms?

A: The author also plays the role of PD. The editors that work with the platform don't touch the manuscript. They're different in that they leave 100% of the writing to the author.

Q: What does if mean when you say the author also becomes the PD (editor)?

A: Personally, I think that it's a relief. It's right for me. With other platforms, they have meetings about the content, and if it feels lacking to them, they even suggest guidelines. They might even modify the manuscript. But there are also people prefer this. Even though I occasionally think that maybe I do need that kind of guidance, I still believe that having no one touch it [the manuscript] gives me more freedom and lets me tell the story I want to tell. I think that's a strength that only Comico has.

Q: I originally thought your manhwa was a BL. Even more so because recently, BL has been very popular. What do you think is a main factor for BL's popularity?

A: Who knows, it's usually been very popular. I personally think that because people can't see it (BL) much in reality, they pay money to see it instead. I wonder if maybe it's a sort of fantasy.

Q: So, what is the message of 'That Summer'?

A: I don't know yet. I think I'll know once they story's complete. Starting this month, I'll resume serializing Season 3. I had Season 2 focus on the story of the male character's past. In Season 3, we'll go back to the female character's story in the present time. It's the climax. It's the stage where you still don't know who's going to connect with who. I have to develop the story again.

Q: Out of all the genres, is there a reason why you tagged this manhwa as 'pure love'?

A: Maybe because of the part of me that wants a relationship (laughs). I don’t know if female middle and high schoolers are like me, but ever since I was young, I've had many illusions about it (dating and relationships). Back then, I wrote a lot of novels. I think that has been the foundation. If you look at my manhwa, I write a lot using the distance in a female middle schooler/high schooler's life and the background of places like alleys.

Q: Personally, I have lots of memories of 'pure love' manhwa during the 1990's and 2000's. Hwang Mi Na, Lee Mi Ra, Lee Eun Hye, and Won Soo Young were all in their prime. Is there any difference between today's 'pure love' manhwa and those from the past?

A: The style between the 1990's 'pure love' manhwa and today's are very different. Personally, those 'pure love' manhwa felt like reading a novel. One page will have long words like a prose poem. That was its charm. Maybe I should say that method was poetic.

Q: What do you think the trends are lately?

A: Right now, not with just 'pure love' manhwa but overall, it's working to convey emotions deeply. In the past, there were stories on a large scale, but lately—even though it's on a more integrated scale—there are many ways to deeply convey emotions. This also works well with webtoons and gets a good response from the readers.

Q: What are some ways to deeply convey emotions?

A: Rather than the character description, there's more focus on the emotion. If webtoons were an example, I might say it has 'visual beauty'. And also, it's colored. Compared to older manhwa, it's possible to direct a more dynamic feeling. You can even give off the feeling of an animation still cut. In the past, it wasn't possible because you were limited to paper, but scrolling is infinite in a way. So it's possible to focus more on conveying emotion. The methods to find a direction has become more diverse, and if we use those tools to properly convey those emotions, it's easier (for the readers) to understand the character.

Q: Let's talk about Japan. What do you think about the Japanese market?

A: (Coming from the position of a rookie manhwa artist), I like it. There are many paths. I think that depending on your effort, if you have the skill/capacity, then it's definitely possible to debut.

Q: But then why did you debut in Korea?

A: While drawing 'pure love' manhwa, I realized there are lots of subtle emotions that need to be conveyed. If I hadn't lived in that country [Japan], it would've been difficult for me to touch upon that kind of stuff. If I were to serialize in Japan, I'd have to think in terms of Japanese, and I thought it would be better for me to work in Korea in terms of that aspect.

Q: Seeing as how 'That Summer' is popular in Japan, doesn't that mean Japanese people are also getting that emotion from the story?

A: Comico has a specialized Japanese editing department. So they translate it properly so that it fits with the emotions of Japanese readers. (*According to Comico's explanation, NHN Entertainment has local teams that are in charge of translating. These teams are 'specialized local teams' that have been working with 'Hangame' [a popular South Korean online game portal operated by NHN] since they've started to spread globally. In order to better suit the country it's being translated in, they will sometimes change the color or background a bit as well.)

Q: Was there an opportunity that had you switching from preparing a manhwa publication to webtoons instead?

A: There's a manhwa producing program called '*Clip Studio'. If I didn't have that, I wouldn't have been able to do webtoons. Clip Studio's a computer program, but it's similar to Photoshop. Lately, I think all authors are using this program. It's an optimal program for drawing manhwa, and since you don't need a lot of assistants to help, it's also optimized for one person. It also lets me create works quickly.

(*Clip Studio was originally a program designed for works in animation and games. Recently, as more webtoons began to appear on the market, it has been modified to be used for them. In Japan, it's been so acknowledged that it even has its own Clip Studio page on Comico.)

Q: Do you read a lot of the comments [on your story]?

A: I do. I try hard to read only the good comments so that I don't get my feelings hurt (laughs). I even think about the comments before I go to sleep. When things get difficult while drawing the manhwa, thinking about the comments really help me.

Q: Does that mean you like it more when there are comments?

A: I definitely think it's good when there are comments. From a reader's standpoint, I think it's a way for me to sympathize/identify with how they view the story.

Q: Is there another manhwa that you want to draw in the future?

A: The genre will continue to be Romance. 'Pure love' is a pillar that cannot be shaken by me. It's brighter than the serious stories that are told in a long breath, and I think that even while drawing, telling a light story fits well with me. Even if I were to draw a period [historical] work (with 'pure love' as the groundwork), it would still be a period work.