#the guest is god

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE CASHIER x HOST CLUB WORKER! READER

GUEST IS GOD SERIES BLURB

Reader is Gender Neutral

status: edited

Ynaël was not having the greatest time of his life. He had taken overtime so that he could earn more money and therefore leave his excessively religious parents faster.

Living with them was a drag. His lungs were basically filled with smoke from all the incense they’d burn. All his academic achievements lay to rot as they’d never turn their attention away from their god.

His lack of sleep was apparent on his visage, but did little to hide his attractiveness. His crimson eyes shone despite the horrid amount of hours it had been kept wide open, his fluffy hair remained silky despite the few days he’d miss a bath.

Really, if he weren’t stuck in the worst parts of the city he would have probably been scouted as a model.

That was where you came in.

Your boss had entrusted you with the task of scouting for new victims he could add to his employment. Like you were going to help that creep. Still, you couldn’t imagine the things he’d do if you came up empty handed for the nth time so you’ve been watching over this cute cashier the past few days.

You had flirted with many clients, had been ‘employee of the month’ for years now. But you still couldn’t handle actually approaching normal people. At least in the host club, you knew the clients you’d meet would be there for you, but with regular old joes?

Nope. All that confidence and charm you’ve perfected just vanishes.

You took a deep breath in and decided to just wing it. What’s the worst that could happen? You trip right in front of the door, after taking just one step in?

Yeah, yeah that happened.

As you groaned in pain, you watch as Ynaël stared at you. Unmoving.

Oh he’d be a great addition to your team.

You continued on with your operation by… by not interacting with him at all and just plain window shopping.

While staring daggers right through him.

Ynaël wasn’t a stranger to people ogling him. But you were kind of adorable with how you’d immediately panic the moment he even began to tilt his head.

You seemed to be well put together despite your personality saying otherwise. Your fashion sense was impeccable, unlike many of the people who came through here. Ynaël even bets that you were at least wearing two designer pieces. He’d gotten used to spotting those with all the rich kids he goes with at University.

At last you finally approach him, and the cash register.

With an abnormally large amount of condoms and other contraception based items . . . and a pack of mint.

You . . . must have an incredibly lucky significant other . . .

“That would be 549.99.” After a while of silence and no money being handed to him, he peeled his eyes off of the large amount.

You stared at him. Almost jealous at how effortlessly handsome the guy was.

“Ahem. Keep the change.” You drop a whole stack of bills and scurried off.

Baffled, it took him a while to spot the business card you left as well.

The Guest is God Host Club Welcomes You.

You must be using those items you bought for your job. No wonder you were basically boring holes into him with your eyes.

He knew Host Clubs didn’t really involved anything sexual, but he guesses that someone as stunning as you probably had a lot of clients incapable of keeping their hands to themselves.

He supposed that with a cutie like you working there he should try it out right?

I mean, this stack of cash has to go somewhere . . . he could probably just earn what he needs to move out later on.

Yeah. Yeah! He’ll do just that.

[confusedlucifer]

what if Emmrich and Rook Ingellvar were invited to the Hezenkoss soirée as guests of honor-

(they/them for this Rook)

bonus:

yapper's delight corner: i think a lot about the conversation trans Rook can have with Emmrich and his line about (paraphrasing) "someone who found themself is very attractive" and i think Valdís would immediately challenge him on it and turn it into a question - has Emmrich found himself?

and so - the gown. i spent a while looking for the right one and settled on this one - (Cheney Chan 2023) because Emmrich loves flowers and i have no doubt he has looked at it (and other dresses) for years not having the courage to wear it by himself - until now, feeling assured by a partner who has found themselves enough to say fuck it to expected gender presentation and what his peers will think of him

also the gold jewelry was picked out by Emmrich for both of them, the ribcage a special gift to Valdís :>

[teamfortresstwo]

Circe’s PowerPoint presentation

[theweeklydiscourse]

Anytime you try to draw parallels between Chappell Roan’s current plight and past female stars who struggled and suffered because of the pressures of fame and scrutiny from the media, people practically fall over themselves to invalidate those comparisons. They’ll argue that “XYZ had it worse!” and mock Chappel for being “dramatic” and ungrateful while praising other female musicians/celebrities who, ironically, have also written extensively about the insane expectations placed on them by parasocial stans and the media.

It just goes to show that people learned NOTHING from Brittany Spears, Sinéad O’Connor, The Chicks and every other female star who’s been “failed” by the culture. These people will say ANYTHING to deny the fact that their behaviour is repeating the same history that people look back on and make a dozen documentaries about. It genuinely makes me seethe to think about how people will only reflect on the harassment and mockery Chappell experienced once the damage has been done.

[spacemilkbag]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I have never seen this man in my life.

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[dragmebymyhair]

ITS A FUCKING TOUR!!!

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Maika Monroe

[rup221]

spontanious morning cotl doodles

heres hoping i start drawing more soon

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Count Sforza

F-Troop; V is for Vampire (1967)

[hana-no-seiiki]

what would happen if the mcs of your stories met each other? like popular reader and arrogant reader, since you said that they were in the same universe?

highly unlikely unless more cases of time travel /samesekai happens like mori’s. however i’d definitely love to draw tiny moments of various interacting .

like mori would be horrified to know his descendant, popular reader / gabi, is a hoe. like mans can’t even imagine touching someone much less sleeping with an entire university.

popular reader would def try to get into arrogant reader’s pants. maid costumes just does things to her that she can’t explain.

i’d love for you guys to meet the mcs of the love multiplied! trilogy tho

those stories are the wackiest out of all of the series. there’s one where the reader is the harem (dont ask, that would be spoilers), the reader is a monster/alien (and will go by it pronouns), and the last one is yet to be decided. but will probably be equally as bizarre.

each series kind of delves in an aesthetic/genre that i’m into hence different settings (time periods, place)

and are largely based off of my dreams

hence some crackheadedness in the plot…

[singing-robot]

my predictions for the next page of Unexpected Guests (by the esteemed @undertalethingems)

[fahbee]

Romcom where Micheal Sheen and David Tennant play casual friends who both become interested in the same woman at the same time, but over the course of them trying to one-up the other in wooing her, they fall in love with each other.

[skitskatdacat63]

I've decided to do myself what the cowards at Aston won't. Behold.

[vaguely-concerned]

...the 'almond room' thing in the unwanted guest IS a reference to/play on words on amygdala, right? (amygdala comes from the greek word for almond!) I didn't read that wrong? it is stupid sexy Ianthe coyly inviting Palamedes into a different chamber of her brain, as it were?

(also the pieces of meat -- the feeding or kissing, it's hard to say which of it all -- being present right from the beginning... ianthe DOES know exactly what has happened to her, doesn't she. palamedes is just cutting his way through her layers of denial and repression all merciless and scalpel-like to get her to admit it. or, she knows subconsciously at least -- each person comes in and feeds her something that she's helpless to stop from becoming a part of her even in her coffin, with bloody kisses. oh baby love is feeding me bad meat and I have no choice but to swallow it down. like yeah I suspect that is how human contact can feel when your sense of self and boundaries developed to be a specific kind of Fucked Up lol. that shit could make a person dream of being a diamond in a glass of wine; perfect, inviolable, untouchable, eternally separate and safe. In the words of Andrea Gibson in Prism:

They say the womb is where we learn love is knowing the cord that feeds you could at any moment wrap around your neck

that is quite literally ianthe's first introduction to love -- her sister, a cord around her neck. Corona is Ianthe's other self, a second soul running around outside of her body, and she seems to consider herself as responsible for (and entitled to) the preservation of Corona's soul as her own. the way this mirrors that growing up, Ianthe had to be two necromancers in one body to let them stay together. (twins and ghosts all the way down I guess.) she's still just trying to do the same thing, I think, she's simply put on some bigger boots about it. the central problem of lyctorhood, self vs. connection/love, rears its head once again -- Ianthe existentially wants total self-contained self-sufficiency, perfect control, sovereign sway and masterdom over her soul... but she wants that at the same time as being in uninterrupted (uninterruptible!), eternal and indelible intimacy with her sister, whose soul also cannot be allowed to change. which, you know. freedom and love don't coexist the way you want them to, Ianthe, no matter how clever you are there won't be a way to get what you want. (especially not with a sister whose idea of what love is seems to go more towards being consumed, made one, by whatever violence necessary -- 'she could have taken me'.) man. Ianthe is a spectacular and ongoing piece of work, but sometimes it's hard to see how she could ever have turned out otherwise considering the conditions she was born and raised under haha.

the two-way street of the horror of digestion, whether you're the devourer or the devouree. part of you in me, part of me in you, whether either of us likes it or not we're both changed by this. bad news: you can't get out of interconnectedness by finding the cleverest loophole around it, ianthe. nice try, though)

[kwillow]

Ambroys and Hyden being rich cads together, chatting about golfing, fine cigars and country clubbing.