#seo moon-jo

[idkifimawake]

Characters that give me similar vibes Pt2

Fyodor Dostoevsky from bsd , Sebastian Michaelis from blackbutler and William Moriarty from Moriaty the Patriot

Satoru gojo from jjk , Shidou Ryusei from Blue lock

Vincent Charbonneau from Dead Plate , Seo Moon-jo from strangers from hell / hell is other people

zeus from record of ragnarok, Genryūsai Yamamoto from Bleach , Master Roshi from Dragonball

[toastinthegrass]

Same shit.

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[tawus]

I don't want to be too demanding and accidentally pressure you too much, so if you throw out a date you think is reasonable. I'll hold you to it! Also I love the lil anon tag you gave me sm <33

-사람고기 anon

You'd never be too demanding ❤️ I'm so sorry for the unreasonable wait. Working on the chapter atm. A few days to complete and a couple to edit. Enjoy a sneak peek:

Next he did what made your spine lay ramrod straight: leaned down, his bangs grazing your face, and smelled you, like you were a cut of meat, or a food nearing its expiration date; like a stud dog that sniffs a bitch in heat.

You had no time to determine as he pounced on you, nailing you down on the bed like that wretched Roman who nailed Jesus to the cross. His bones were so hard, too heavy, surely nails, as he bore down his 6-foot body on you, his body carved of lean muscle and nourished by those “special" cuts of meat… He absolutely sunk you into the mattress and made your joints crack by pressing his hands down to your shoulders.

(Were you...?)

Once again, no time to hear your answer since Moon-jo made quick work of your prosthetic leg and tossed it on the wingchair by the wall – only a couple of meters away, but to someone like yourself, who had to hop on one leg with no crutches, could as well have been a mile.

[deleted-movie-lines]

Deleted EEAAO lines from Strangers From Hell

[leedongwook]

“Don't ever hide anything from me again. Do you understand?”

Strangers from Hell  타인은 지옥이��� // Episode 8

[jeongjinman]

Lee Dong Wook as Seo Moon Jo | Strangers From Hell (2019) Episode 3

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Hello!!! Can you please write a Seo Moonjo fic, where he becomes possessive/obsessed with Jongwoo's gf or with a female who works with him?

Overcompensate

Absolutely lovely! Here's a bit of a drabble for you!

Pairing: Seo Moon-Jo X Reader

Warnings: mentions of gore & possessiveness, Moon-Jo shows very yandere tendencies, cannibalism allegories

Moon-jo was a simple man.

Not necessarily in theory, but in practice. He knew what it was he aspired to obtain in his lifetime and with the amount of work and dedication he put into those aspirations, it makes sense that he would achieve them. Simple.

But as to what he wanted and the lengths he would go to, stopping at nothing...that was a little more complicated.

To his surprise, he had found himself in a situation where the goal wasn't in relation to dentistry or murder. He was having a bit of an issue sorting out just exactly why the new tenant of Eden Residence was so captivating, so enthralling to him. What was it about the boy who lived next door that led Moon-Jo to believing that his existence was some sort of spiritual awakening he would have to come to discover? Why was he suddenly so fascinated in the idea of pulling back his brain and picking out all of his thoughts, consuming them in their entirety until there was nothing left of poor Jongwoo but a vessel of the human being he once was? It was Kafka-esque, a metamorphosis of his character; to watch him succumb to the ravaging animalistic qualities that Moon-Jo believed all humans to possess. It was strange and it was beautiful.

And oh, was it something Moon-Jo wanted.

So he put in the work. Day after day he spent trying to get under Jongwoo's flesh, tearing open another layer piece by piece to truly understand his newfound obsession. But with every step closer to his goal he got, the more confused he became. There was nothing he was learning that he had hoped for. Jongwoo was buckling under the weight of his neighbor's madness, yes. But he wasn't the right image of Moon-Jo's work. This frustrated him to no end.

He still remembers when everything finally clicked into place. The night had just fallen and the stars crept up in the sky, illuminating the long path to the Residence. Although the lights were dim, one could still make out the small cats darting back and forth as they played with one another in the underbrush. The air was crisp and still with no wind, a perfect temperature to end an outrageously hot summer day. Moon-Jo awaited on the rooftop with two beers, as he usually did, watching the path below for his Jongwoo to arrive back home with his furrowed expression of displeasure and overly large backpack slung over his shoulders from an excruciatingly long day at the office. He would be lucky to convince Jongwoo up to the roof where he sat and even luckier if he could manage to get him to drink his beer. He knew Jongwoo was onto him and his...stranger tendencies, but he would receive the fruits of his labor. He always did.

The beer can was cold under his grasp, the condensation slipping from his fingertips and falling beneath him as the drops pattered onto the cracked concrete. He was starting to grow slightly warm, however, he wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or the growing anticipation he felt as he awaited the boy's arrival. His eyes didn't leave the road once.

As he looked beneath him towards the winding street, he finally saw his neighbor trudging up the path, same expression on his face Moon-Jo had expected him to be wearing. But, to his surprise, walking beside the man he'd so desperately tried his best to court 24/7 was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

It shocked him-almost-his hand immediately dropping the beer he was holding as he lost his composure for the first time in many years. It was sudden, as though he'd been impaled by sword, piercing through his lungs and stopping his breath as his heart skipped a beat. He had never been so hungry, so devout for human meat. He didn't want to cannibalize you, no. But he so desperately wanted to consume you and your being which is almost the same thing...right? He knew what Jongwoo had meant to him now, it was almost so clear in the way it presented itself; Jongwoo was never meant to be the product of his manipulation. It had always had to have been you.

Your eyes looked up towards Eden, missing the strange man on the roof entirely. Moon-Jo found himself entranced by them, watching the way they shone under the stars and the soft light from the windows of the Residence. They were like Bosch's paintings of the divine, absolutely encapsulating the beauty of the gods. Your hair fell slightly past your shoulders and framed a face he could only assume belonged to heavens itself. Your body swayed with the movement of your feet as you followed your boyfriend's suit, duffel bag in hand.

Moon-Jo thought he had died and been met with the face of a deity.

On your end, the only thing you were thinking about was Jongwoo's warnings from earlier. Once he had moved to Seoul and started living in this dingy place, he had instantly been met with strange roommates whom he'd talk about often. You were worried about his dwindling sleep schedule and his overall safety, residing in a place like this on the outskirts of town. If something terrible were to happen here, you weren't even sure police would show up in this precinct. For Jongwoo's sake, however, you swallowed down your nervousness preparing to have that conversation with him later.

Collecting himself, Moon-Jo practically sprinted towards the stairs and made his way down to Mrs. Eom's desk, leaning against the dilapidated building's walls, forcing himself to contain the sparks flying through his veins. He had to keep himself together, make the most impeccable first impression and swoon you over, whoever you might be. He needed you to like him, to trust him. If he ruined his image right off the bat by voicing his true inner monologue, it would be so much harder to mold you to his image and sway you into his grasp.

"Jongwoo, are you sure this is something you want to do? We could always sleep at my place if you're as uncomfortable by this place as you say." You said, closing the heavy door behind you and setting down your duffel bag for a moment to regain your breath.

Jongwoo shrugged and picked up your things containing all your overnight clothes and whatever else you'd brought to work that day. He had just simple given you a "yeah, this is fine" before turning around to be met face-to-face with the one person he didn't want to see or have the imposition of introducing to his girlfriend at all. He had hoped he might be able to sneak you past and into his room before anyone even noticed he was there; as he usually did. He'd presumed Moon-Jo to be on the roof for his nightly drink, whenever he stayed at the residence and not in his own apartment.

Beside the wall-almost eerily so-Moon-Jo stood, ignoring Jongwoo completely. His eyes were trained on you as you gathered yourself enough to take him in, watching the man before you breathe in the very fiber of your being. He was tall and dark haired with extraordinary cheekbones. With a face card like that, you were sure he'd have had to be a model or do side-gigs of the sort. His smile was a pleasant one as it seemed inviting, but upon staring at it for a few moments, something about it felt off to you. His black button-up was loose around his collarbones and neatly tucked into his slacks. He was fairly handsome, you thought, forgetting that Jongwoo had warned you of this 'crazy neighbor' before inviting you to stay at his place to catch the train back home tomorrow.

A piercing feeling of nervousness took over your body and shocked you instantly. There was something extremely peculiar about this man and you wanted nothing to do with finding out what it was. There was something haunting about the depth of his cold, dark gaze, contrasting Jongwoo's warm and inviting one. You swore to yourself in that moment not to walk anywhere on these premises without Jongwoo for fear of running into this man alone.

However uncomfortable you may have felt, Moon-Jo was in love, if that's what you would call it. He wanted this-you, so intensely and so immediately that his entire body felt as though it were shaking with tremors. He would stop at absolutely nothing to have you, to own you. You were what he had been unknowingly waiting for his entire existence and Jongwoo had only been the key. Smiling, he shook his hand out towards yours, ignoring the complaints from your boyfriend from beside you.

"My name is Seo Moon-Jo. The pleasure is all mine."

"(Y/N)." You replied.

[sofarraway]

seo moonjo is alive. but the idea of him letting himself die in the hands of his own masterpiece, of him letting go of everything including his own life just for jongwoo to fully bloom... it's just too fucking wonderful.

[skylessknights]

"You'll never find someone like this. Make sure to remember him and his act of kindness forever."

[danmei-lover-bl-enthusiast]

Moon Jo's Love Language- Acts of Desperation

"Jongwoo is very special to me. He's special to me...."

[page-soobinnie]

✂Moonjo Boyfriend Head Cannons ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

✂Special Thanks Too: Moonjo, Sfh

✂Note: I don't think it was requested if it was then it's apart of another request

✂CW: Moonjo : jealousy : teeth : mentions of hidden cameras : mentions of a pervert :

✂Taglist: no one atm but you can join by sending an ask comment or dm

✂Oh boy...ok, he doesn't let you do anything without permission.

✂If you act without telling or asking him, he'll take two teeth out your mouth and use them as jewelry.

✂Y'know that bracelet he gave to Jongwoo? Yeah you have one of just his back teeth, and he has one of your back teeth, he made it so they can interlock with one another...

✂Never takes no for an answer.

✂If you live in the Eden apartments, he'll make sure to live next door to you and basically tears the walls down.

✂The others aren't even allowed to look at you let alone talk to you, especially that perverted guy (forgot his name-)

✂He always keeps tabs on you, by that I mean hidden cameras so he can watch you while he works.

[lienwyn]

Devour

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Will I ever draw Jong Woo without covering him in blood, you ask?

Stay tuned and find out.

[tawus]

I just got done reading your strangers from hell fic, and oh my gosh?? The way you wrote was so different from others writers, but I understood it so much. You have a gift.💙

Can you please tell me one thing: how do you think it's gonna go from there? 🤩🤩🤩 (these emojis can't replicate the absolute obsession I'm looking at you with)

Hearing your ideas gives me inspiration. Not exactly inspiration to satisfy your plots, but an inspiration to shock you, to circumvent you, and make you dislocate your jaw from surprise...

Give me wildest stab in the dark, please! And share with me all of your thoughts and discourses about Moon-jo; they feed my writer soul

[chhagiya]

And it goes back to normal, like nothing happened 😌😌😌😌😌

[danielle-b]

≋ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ≋

타인은 지옥이다

DIR: Lee Chang-Hee.

[leedongwook]

”Right, one second. Try this. It's to die for. Okay. Ms. Um made it for us. Try some. I guess you really don't like it, huh. Yes, it's not really for me. I guess this part isn't for you. What? There are other parts. Do you want some?"

Strangers from Hell 타인은 지옥이다 // Episode 3