#(also no I don't actually think we'll get to see them dancing)

[starcurtain]

Are we... are we going to get to see them dance... Hoyo hang on a sec, I just h ave a question one questio--

[djevelbl]

Ok so I'm not having a good time trying to do catch-up bc I just do not like what I'm drawing. Idk if I've hit a wall with my art style, if I've caught the infamous Art Block™ or what in the fuck, but I might just not finish IMtober. Wouldn't be surprising, I don't think I've ever finished an inktober challenge in my life before, so

[suiana]

Thinking about a yandere! idol or something idk and a reader who's a fan of said idol. Maybe you've been a fan since his debut. Maybe you got into him just recently because he had a super successful comeback.

Whatever it is, you love him.

Like a lot. You know his birthday, blood type, favourite colour type shit. You've watched this past interviews, got his albums and stuff. Basically a super fan of the persona his company is trying to sell.

Recently he's announced a tour and you managed to snag tickets after staying up all night just to be first on the online queue to get standing tickets. You know, to get as close to him as you can. No VIP tickets cause you aren't rich enough for that but one day. You swear you'll get it one day!

The day of the concert quickly arrives and you've never felt this excited for anything before. Well, maybe except for when you got your first paycheck but that's another story.

Anyway, you fight your way through the crowd and get to stand in the very front of the stage. It's so close! You swear when he comes out you'll be able to count each eyelash on his gorgeous eyes... Or at least as close as the security allows you to get.

The concert finally starts after much waiting and lo and behold, there he is. Your gorgeous, handsome man. It starts out like any other concert, singing, dancing, bla bla bla. Then comes a special segment where he decides to get off the stage and he comes up... To you? When you're recording him for your Instagram story?

"Can I have this?"

You can't believe it. He's asking you. You, of all people, if he can borrow your phone. Of course you agree! Hands shaking and eyes wide with disbelief. No way, no freaking way! Your idol actually talked to you one on one!

"Thanks sweetheart, you're an absolute dear."

The cameras are all on you, your interaction being caught on the big screen for everyone to see. Holy shit, this is a once in a lifetime chance dude! You can't believe you got so lucky!!

He then goes back onto the stage, recording himself with your phone like it belonged to him. You feel yourself growing faint with joy, heart threatening to run out of your chest from how fast it was beating. You still can't believe that this is happening, that your idol is actually giving you personal footage that people would literally die for.

Then the concert ends and you realize he left with it.

It's okay, it must've been an accident! Hahaha... You, uh, will just ask security obviously! You try conveying to them how important it is for you to get your phone back and how it has lots of important things in it.

"No."

Well now what? Thankfully you manage to get home but without your phone, you begin feeling antsy. What are you supposed to do? You can't just get a new one. You had an emotional connection to that one!

You try scouring the Internet for what to do next and how you can get back your phone but obviously nothing pops up. Not even a niche reddit page where someone had asked that like, 15 years ago. You know you wanted an original experience but not like this!

You also try contacting his agency but they don't even reply. Not even a courtesy email saying 'oh we'll look into it, thank you' or something like that. It's bullshit.

Of course, you also try the very obvious method of messaging his social media accounts but there's no way he'll actually reply, right?

YOU: bro ily and all but can i have my phone back pls

GODSWEAKESTSOLDIER: ❤️

Wait he.. actually fucking replied? Your idol replied to you?! Out of the thousands of other people that probably messaged him?! Hey wait, this isn't the time to get all excited! You're here on a mission!

YOU: i need my phone back pls 💔 dude I'm so happy u replied but I really need it back it's important to me and yeah, I'll be sure to treasure the video you recorded at the concert a few days back

GODSWEAKESTSOLDIER: no❤️

What?

You then decided to become his biggest opp and dive deeper into him. Who the hell does this guy think he is? To steal your phone AND give you attitude? You can't believe you used to stand this guy! Cute? Sure he is, but that attitude isn't and you're so- Urgh! You want to crush his balls!

And you realize... Hey, doesn't he kind of look like the guy you befriended all the way back in middle school?

[mjldx7]

Sorry I must...

Okay so random idea that hasn't left my mind.

SVSSS Rival Idol Groups.

So, two groups. Cang Qiong and Hua Huan.

Cang Qiong- Yue Qingyuan, Shen Jiu, Shang Qinghua, Mu Qingfang, Qi Qingqi, Liu Qingge

Hua Huan- Tianlang-Jun, Luo Binghe (tried to join Cang Qiong at first but was denied), Zhuzhi-Lang

Both- Shen Yuan

Now let me explain, both groups work under the same major company but have rivalries between the two of them for various reason. They share a studio but try and time things so they don't meet up.

Now, Shen Yuan joined the industry a bit late and there was an issue in his contract. Due to this issue he was technically apart of both groups. Could the company have fixed this, sure, but did they, no. So, Shen Yuan switches between the two groups.

Shen Yuan is of course not limited to his wifebeam only by svsss standards of course so he has both these groups wrapped around his finger (even if he doesn't really know).

Problem 1: Sharing a favorite idol between the two groups causes parts of the rivalry problems

Problem 2: The types of work now done.

Hua Huan's group is more known for darker themes within thier music, think like a mix between dark romance and heartbreaker stuff.

Cang Qiong is more pop based.

Pretty big difference between the two, oh does is cause problems tho for the other groups.

Cang Qiong sees Shen Yuan acting fucking seductive as hell in any sorta Hua Huan music/videos etc. Hua Huan sees Shen Yuan acting like a whole entire angel in anything Cang Qiong films. Both groups knows how Shen Yuan actually acts of course but God damn if the switch up doesn't kill some of them. (R.I.P. Liu Qingge after seeing Shen Yuan do anything suggestive in a Hua Huan video)

Okay, so background info down. Now to the idea plaguing my mind for the past week. "SIX the Musical". Cang Qiong had decided to do a fan film stunt for a musical voted on by fans. This is how it goes.

Mu Qingfang plays Catherine of Aragon -> sings "No Way"

Shang Qinghua plays Ann Bolyen -> sings "Don't lose your head"

Yue Qingyuan plays Jane Seymour -> sings "Heart of stone"

Qi Qingqi does the song "Haus of Holbien" as a joke for the most part but still kills it

Liu Qingge plays Anne of Cleves -> sings "Get down"

SHEN YUAN plays Catherine Howard -> sings "all you wanna do" (if that doesn't kill far to many people with the dancing involved to match the song then I don't know what would)

Shen Jiu plays Catherine Parr -> sings "I don't need your love"

It goes great-ish! Only a couple nose bleeds from the fans.

(OH YEAH, forgot to mention but in any song you know damn well that Qi Qingqi is playing an male characters. Fake mustache and everything, "Oh so I have a little flirt with the footman [get down]" and Qi Qingqi is there fake blushing acting like the footman while Liu Qingge is still acting)

Oh and in Haus of Holbien you know damn well the lyrics are taken into account of for the group. "You bring the corsets, we'll bring the cinches, no one wants a waist of nine inches" you know damn well someone is being forced into a corset screaming and kicking (shen jiu). "Try these heels, so high it's naughty. But we cannot guarantee that you'll still walk at 40" Mu Qingfang is struggling for his life trying to get up while wearing like 5-6 inch heels.

(Also added note, I am aware that some of the things with like Qi Qingqi's part sounds off. The idea so that she could still be involved was to put Haus of Holbien as it's own song with it's own singer and different choreography for the songs then the typical from the musical)

[judysxnd]

hii can i have a request?

could you do a pedro x reader? bascially they are married, and one evening when the reader was washing the dishes, her engagement ring slipped off her finger and went down the drain (maybe from all the soap?) basically she gets all worked up and sad about it and pedro hears her and comforts her telling her its okay... you can decide how the ending is !!

thanks love! 🩷🩷🩷

hello hello, sorry for writing this so late! As I said previously, I work a lot and my crush changed so I don't follow closely Pedro anymore. I still have another request to write and then I'll be officially done with my requests! I mean I think so, idk why but Tumblr shows only two messages but says I actually five of them? Idk it's weird.

Anyway, there ya go!

It turned out better than I expected so I published it right away!!!

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You were peacefully enjoying dinner with Pedro in your house discussing any topics that would show up. You had some music playing in the background filling the silence while you were both eating. Those nights were your favorite. It was just you and him, nothing else, chilling, spending some quality time away from everything.

Now you were both done eating, you decided to put away the dishes while Pedro would clean the table and put the rest of the food and drinks away.

"remind me why we don't fix the dishwasher?" you sighed as you remembered that you had to clean everything yourself.

"because we're barely home and it's useless to spend money on that?" he said as he closed the fridge, looking at you. "I can do the dishes if you want" he suggested

"No it's my turn, you've been doing them all week"

"I don't mind" he said leaning on the counter

"I do" he smiled, moved closer to leave a sweet kiss on your cheek

"I'll dry them then"

So you started to clean the dishes. Before Pedro had to start drying them, he put the music a bit louder so that you could sing and/or dance. He always makes everything more fun. You've been married for three years and there's never a dull moment with him, even during moments like these, doing something as simple and little as the dishes.

You were rinsing a plate, singing and dancing a bit with Pedro when you heard something falling. It sounded like it was something small but metallic. You both looked around, not knowing where it came from. It's only when you heard the same noise but closer and deeper that you realised it was in the sink.

"What was that?" Pedro asked, looking in the sink.

"I have no idea but it's gone now" you joked, giving a plate to Pedro.

Around fifteen minutes later, you were all done. You grabbed another hand towel since Pedro was using the main one and started to dry your hands. When you moved around your fingers, something felt weird. As you removed the towel, you saw that your ring was no longer there. And it hit you. The noise you heard earlier that coincidently happened in the sink. It was your ring. You gasped, making Pedro suddenly turn.

"What?" he said, looking at you confused as he was drying a pan.

"my ring" you had wide eyes, touching where your ring used to be, looking at Pedro "I think that's what we heard earlier" you said now looking at the sink. Pedro looked around, realising what you had just said.

"It's oka-" you cut him off

"shit shit shit" you said going over the sink, trying to see if you could see it through the hole, like a delusional person.

"y/n it's okay we'll find it, or I'll buy you another one"

"no, no it's not okay" you turned towards him "it's- the ring you proposed with" you had tears forming in your eyes

"don't cry for that cariño" he said putting both his hands on your face "It's just a ring, it doesn't make the souvenir go away"

"I know, but still. It's so beautiful, it means so much"

"Maybe I'll offer you another one that means even more" he looked at you, reassuring you. And it worked, you smiled. "It also means I can propose another time, so double bonus" you laughed

"You think it's gone forever?"

"Maybe we can find it under the sink"

"Can we look right now? I feel terrible"

"we can, don't worry corazón" Pedro kneeled to open the cupboard and look for the ring. He unscrewed the pipe to see if it was there, but it wasn't.

"So?"

"It's not here baby"

"So it's gone gone" Pedro stood up once he put everything back the way it was

"I'll find another one. More beautiful"

"It won't be the same"

"I know" he hugged you "it will be better"

After three weeks, Pedro and you were in LA for some appointments you both had. You decided to join at the beach to have a nice picnic and watch the sunset. As it is predictable, it was the perfect moment where Pedro surprised you with another proposal. You were watching the sea, and Pedro got on one knee next to you.

"Pedro!" you gasped "no you didn't" you said as he opened the box, showing a big beautiful diamond ring, even more beautiful than the one you had

"I told you I would do it again. There's nowhere I'd rather be. Everywhere is home with you. We don't need anything to prove it, but I promised to cherish you, and seeing how loosing the ring made you feel, I got you another one." he said, not looking away once

"And you proposed another time" you said, tears in your eyes

"double bonus" you laughed "you still have to say yes though" he added

"are you sure? I don't know" you pretended to hesitate, both laughing. You stopped, looking at him more seriously. "I love you so much Pedro. You're the man of my life, making this crazy world the best place. You're my home. Of course I'm saying yes another time" you laughed. You gave him your hand another time so that he could put, once again, a ring on your finger.

You immediately kissed him after that. Simple moments. A sunset at the beach, washing dishes, whenever, wherever.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I understand that you don’t have an issue with certain fans wanting to villainize Lestat, but I want to take them out of the equation. Let’s focus on Rolin and how he wrote Lestat. If Louis is already at the PL era then what’s he going to do? We’ll get Armand’s backstory in full and other new characters and their arc but what will this new self-actualized Louis do for the next 5-8 seasons? If Rolin didn’t want to truly stick to the books, why did he sign on to work on the show? Seriously, why?

Oh I have my issue with that, mostly because there is a willful denial of the shifts in the narrative by many by now, but there is nothing to be done about it.

I don't think we'll get Armand's backstory in full the same way as in the books, sorry, nor do I think we'll get the PL era as it was written in the books.

Kickstarting especially Louis' PL arc holds a few advantages though, though I personally thought the way they did his suicide attempt too weak for the impact "Merrick" had.

But in any case - it frees Louis up. He can switch from depression to the self assured (power house) self he is in the later books now, he can take over other characters' arcs and play a more prominent role in the proceedings.

I don't think Rolin will bring in that full host of vampires that the later books hold.

I think he will bring in some.

I think that Daniel and Louis might split up David's parts between them, maybe. I think that would work just fine.

And the thing is - there IS enough "tale" for those 5-8 seasons... there is. But it will be differently set up despite them following the book events.

We will have Lestat's past and rockstar career likely up to the "first/last" concert in season 3. I would be very surprised if s3 did not end with Akasha abducting him, like the book did.

Season 4 will be QotD.

Season 5 might be TtotBT then - will likely be. They all said they want to do it, and they already introduced key characters after all. And they would need the events of QotD for that.

Seasons 6... now the later books access ghosts and spirits - we'll likely already have had ghost!Claudia by now. I am not so sure if they would completely skip "Memnoch" - IF they do that book then they will split the, well... talking, but the actual meat of the story, the kill, the spirit, the Devil, leaving the Earthly plane of existence, purgatory (the purgatory MAGNUS is also in), and then the return, the eye, and Armand's suicide - now that is great yarn, as Rolin likes to put it.

Also, Maharet being there after... they could so easily have Mekare there, too, and connect it then with the PL era.

And the Amel reveals, and the fights with Rhoshamandes will then be the last season(s).

Ending in the dance, which they foreshadowed/echoed in season 1 already.

Through all these events Louis is... there. Given more to do, it will be quite easy to build the "Loustat"-base they have talked about.

And it would still be "doing the books" - in their own way.

I do hope and pray we will get our seasons.

I want to see it :)

[strawbewee]

hi this request isn’t for S4 i hope that’s ok!

but takes place in s2 where five strands everyone?

his spouse gets stranded a year and a bit before he gets there

and they made a career for themselves as a singer? maybe they have some sort of siren power or they are just naturally talented !?

but he finds them on a billboard or something that says where they will be performing next and they have a reunion where the reader has a love hate reaction to seeing him?!

sorry if this is a lot!!!

totally okay! i like all the other seasons better than 4 anyway lmao- this is actually an idea i have for my upcoming reboot of a five story i'd written, so i'm excited to sort of test it out! this turned out a bit more fem reader coded, but no she/her pronouns are used last i checked.

also my swiftie is coming out for this story, sorry to all you non-swifties ;-;

divider credited to @cafekitsune (lmk if you'd like me to remove it or anything of the sort!)

warnings: taylor swift (i love her actually but some people don't so)

The last thing you remembered was holding hands tightly with Five, and then he was ripped from your grasp, and you were falling ass first into an alleyway. Where did he go? Where were the others?

"Five..?!" You cried, hurrying out of the alleyway and bumping into somebody, who glared at you and walked off. You looked around and spotted a newspaper box, and you were over there before you could think. Your eyes scanned the paper. Year, year, what year was it?!

1960.

The sixties?! What the fuck?! All you could do was drop the newspaper to the floor, collapsing against the building wall beside you. You were the only one there. Some of your found-family wasn't even here yet, you'd imagine. There had to be some kind of time frame. You felt bad for whoever was put the farthest. Were you put the furthest in the past? What if you were super old by the time you found everyone again?! Well, you are already old, but what if you looked like it?!

All you could do was wait. You knew Five, he'd stop at nothing to save you and his family.

Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly anywhere to go. You looked pretty young and had no identification. You were wearing strange clothes, you didn't fit in. This felt like the apocalypse in a way, loads better obviously, but being alone? The worst feeling.

You had to stealth around, stealing and pilfering where you could. Sitting in alleys in the rain, starving. That was until you were dumpster diving behind some sort of bar. The heavy door creaked open and you froze inside the green box.

"Them damn raccoons again." A heavy southern accent was muffled to you, but you could tell it was a woman. You heard heels clicking on the ground and the dumpster opened and a broom whacked you in the head.

"Ouch!!!"

"Oh my heavens, yer a person!!!" The woman exclaimed, dropping the broom with a clatter. She reached over and helped you out of the trash, her nose crinkling. The woman was wearing a scantily clad flapper dress, a cute headpiece adorning her blonde hair. "What're ya doin' inside the trash, sweetie?" She asked with worry, brushing some garbage off you like it was nothing.

"Uh...I'm so sorry, I can go." You apologized, ready to get out before she called the cops like everyone else.

"Oh no, baby, no. Here, you come in, we'll getcha somethin' to eat." She assured you, ushering you inside. Some other women (and some men) that were dressed similarly didn't seem to mind. "Most of us here, came from poor too, we'll take ya in." She smiled, taking you to the back and providing you with a meal.

"Thank you...." You said, completely shocked at her kindess.

"Oh! Right, my name's Jess, nice to meetcha." She cooed politely, and you gave her your name through bites of food, making her giggle. "Tell me, sweetie, can ya sing? Dance? Anything of the sort?"

You paused. A golden opportunity was just presented to you. 1960. Some of your favorite artists haven't even been born yet. Not to mention your power dealt with your voice, similar to Allison's. You were frequently named The Siren in Umbrella Academy material. And, you didn't have any stigma to using it like Allison did.

"I write songs." You blurted, and a wide smile came across her face.

"Do ya?! Oh, you'll have to show Bruce then. He's the owner of the place." She hummed, and soon you were cleaned up and sitting in a private room on a nice sofa with a guitar in front of a sleazy looking man who looked like he'd run some kind of club with sexy women around to exploit.

"Alright, sweetheart. Show me whatcha got." He said, a fat cigar between his greasy looking fingers.

You took a deep breath. "Um...so...this song is called...." Shit, you had to think. You didn't have much time to come up with the song to sing. You had to pick a song that was popular in the modern era, maybe it would be good here too? But maybe you should stick to country. You were in Dallas, Texas after all. Not to mention you'd need to change some words if needed.

"C'mon, don't have all day." Bruce took a puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke into your face.

"Um. It's called...Mean." You blurted, and began to strum the guitar. Taylor Swift had been a hit as a country singer, this was a good idea in your mind. You were careful to control your power, and also make it believable. A southern accent and changing the word 'football' into 'baseball'.

As you sang, Bruce stopped focusing on his cigar and was completely focused on you and the shitty guitar you managed to make sound so good.

You finished the song and had a job immediately, with a small lie that you were 18. No liquor, but you could have beer! Thus began your career in that small club, becoming friends with the women who worked there. Soon enough you had the money for a small apartment. You despised the creepy looks men at the club gave you. All you could think of to continue was Five. He'd find you, right? Surely!

But after years? It was tiring. Dancing in sexy outfits in front of men with cigars, smoke and alcohol filling the air. The harsh lights on you while you had to make acoustic country covers of Taylor Swift songs. The more sexual songs like 'Dress' and 'Don't Blame Me' were your least favorite. You'd just have to withstand it. For days. And days. And days. And weeks. And years.

Five crashed into Dallas after witnessing the second apocalypse, with his hand empty. He forgot which sibling he'd been holding onto, but he knew he had you in his other hand.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He had hissed to himself, looking around and calling your name desperately. He'd never admit how panicked he currently was, and composed himself immediately upon the meeting of Elliott, some weird nerd.

"Alright, before I do anything." Five walked up to the man, looking up at him with fierceness. "Do you know anything at all about someone by the name of (Y/n) (L/n)." It was more a demand than a question. "If I find out you've been lying, I'll kill you." He threatened.

Elliott cracked immediately, telling Five he'd seen a billboard of that name recently. He didn't listen to music much, but their name was everywhere. Five was instantly gone, and was amazed to see your face on a huge billboard. You? A star? Not that you weren't talented, you absolutely were! You just weren't that kind of person. He asked around and found the club, teleporting in without an issue.

Ordering a drink, he sat as close to the stage as possible. A sleazy man you would absolutely despise walked out with a grin, golden teeth shining under the light as he began to speak. About you. Five clenched the glass of whiskey in his hand. This asshole looked so smug. Like you were his property.

Then you walked out with a shining silver guitar. He felt his breath leave him. "My God..." he hissed under his breath. You were gorgeous. He wasn't a fan of the makeup on your face, red lips and such. But you were glowing, looking so confident in yourself. You started singing 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift, and he understood the situation quick. The folks around were immediately entranced, and it made him sick. You were using your power to reel them in, keep you popular and making money.

Your eyes met his and you faltered for just a moment, but no one else noticed as you kept singing. After the song was over, you gave him a look and walked backstage. Within seconds he was back there, so relieved to finally see you again.

"A singer, huh?" He said with a lopsided smile nobody else in his family got to see. "Not what I expected."

Your face dropped a tad, tears filling your eyes. "That's all you have to say to me?" You asked, and Five panicked. He hurried over and very gently held your face.

"No no, sweetheart, I'm sorry if that came off wrong. I'm so glad to see you." He quickly said, letting you fall into him for an embrace. "How long was I gone for?"

"Three years." You murmured, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm here now. You looked really good up there." He said softly. He decided to not tell you about the upcoming apocalypse. At least, not yet. When everyone was together.

"Thanks." You said with a weak smile, not at all letting go. Last time you let go, you were without him for 3 years. You didn't ever want to let go again.

fuck im sorry that ending was so rushed, but if it wasn't i wouldn't have had this out

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 175 }

heartbreak feels so good.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: mentions of physical intimacy, but nothing too explicit.

{ we could cry a little, cry a lot | don't stop dancing, don't dare stop | we'll cry later or cry now | you know it's heartbreak | we could dance our tears away | emancipate ourselves | we'll cry later or cry now, but baby | heartbreak feels so good }

anonymous said: HELLO!! ⭐ anon here and I have an idea. I literally can't stop thinking about it. It's gonna make my brain hurt so I won't hide it any longer ☹️

GAHAHAHAHAHAHA imagine Jinwoo who had a one night stand with reader. It was like after a party and they decided to hook up for one night, but reader regretted it afterwards bc of how shameful she thought she was—like bravely being involved with the Sung Jinwoo in such field??? Also what—he agreed and looked smug too or was she mistaken???

Jinwoo already knew reader and had been eyeing her for a while but didn't say anything about it. Before he even woke up, she was already gone and he was instantly reminded of the night they spent together.

Pookie got awkward after that and started to avoid Jinwoo. Meanwhile, little did she know, he actually liked to observe reader from afar. He'd often find it cute when she'd take one step away from him sideways as the tip of her ears go red.

Idk man one day Jinwoo just said "fuck this let's go on a date" and then boom their relationship bloomed. I'm so into this trope 😭 no toxicity, just two people being awkward and slowly exploring their actual feelings for each other. I'm sorry if this is too long, but still, if you saw this, thank you for reading. I hope you have a good day! I just can't help but yap every single change I get. ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

this had to be the biggest mistake of your life-

but truly, how could you have possibly even try to think straight when you had wanted nothing more than to just play pretend for one night? to actually feel like you were cherished and loved by someone who meant a lot to you?

the party you attended was, of course, thrown as a celebration for hunters and healers alike. the chairman had gone all out for everyone who had worked hard for the nation and wanted to give everyone a chance to de-stress and enjoy themselves.

from the fanciest bottles of champagne and wine that cost more than your salary to the perfectly catered food that seemed to suit everyone’s cravings and needs-

admittedly, you felt a bit out of your element.

the fact that so many people were here at this venue made you feel incredibly overwhelmed. in hopes of trying to maintain your sanity, you head over to the waiters and waitresses serving glass upon glass of expensive liquor, downing each of them while praying that the liquid courage would take effect and you could properly mingle with everyone else.

after downing just a few glasses of bubbly champagne, you could feel the heat against your cheeks coupled along with a slight tipsiness as the alcohol courses through your veins. yet, in the midst of your increasing drunken stupor, the strange sensation of being watched was what ultimately made you face him-

the tenth s-rank hunter, sung jinwoo.

he was leaning against the wall, tending to his own glass of red wine as his grey eyes remained rooted to your form. an almost mischievous grin was felt spreading across your lips, noticing how a certain blond hunter wasn’t latched on to him like a leech.

jinwoo is an incredibly fine specimen… i could work with this.

the alcohol in your system gave you the much needed courage to sidle up to him, your lips turned up in a smile as you casually smoothed out your dress. “hey hunter sung, funny seeing you here. you have always remained so elusive during gatherings like this.”

a look of pure amusement was shining within his grey eyes. “well, i figured it was time to change that, since it would be rude not to show up to at least one of the chairman’s events.”

you hum at his answer while sliding your hand up his dress shirt, earning a choked sound from him. “hm, you know, i was shocked to not see hunter cha clinging to you tonight. she’s the type that can never seem to leave you alone…”

“ah, w-well, she doesn’t always wish to hang out with me now that i’ve- wait, what are you doing?”

wow, his skin is so smooth… i can feel his muscles from beneath this flimsy dress shirt.

jinwoo’s breath hitches when your press the palm of your hand against his chest, purposely trailing your touches down to his abdomen as you leaned up to whisper in his ear. “the chairman said he rented out some floors of the hotel in case his guests got tired. shall i keep you company instead of cha hae-in tonight?”

you never got a chance to hear jinwoo’s answer or see his expression. simply grabbing a hold of his hand, you took the elevators to one of the booked floors, taking a card key from one of the hotel staff before shoving jinwoo into one of the rooms.

all you wanted was a chance to experience this type of intimacy with a man you respected and admired-

but you weren’t expecting jinwoo to be so gentle with you throughout it all.

you didn’t expect him to kiss every inch of your skin, filling you with so much pleasure that you became sensitive to his every touch.

you didn’t expect him to slowly make love to you, tangling your limbs together like he never wanted to let go of you.

and you certainly didn’t expect to experience such an intense release throughout your night together with jinwoo.

with the post lovemaking (and post champagne) quality kicking in just a few hours later, you awaken in the middle of the night with a start, feeling cold as the night air pricked at your skin, sending goosebumps down the length of your arms. your heart was a pounding mess as you ran a hand through your tangled hair.

recalling the ache felt between your legs, you look behind you to see jinwoo still sound asleep. he lay on his stomach, with the sheets just barely clinging on to his muscled back, making your mouth water in response.

your lips itched with the sudden desire to latch against his skin;

your whole body was screaming at you to just lay next to him and bask in his warmth;

but it was the more rational part of your mind that stopped you from acting on those irrational urges.

he’s going to wake up and regret sleeping with you.

with a purse of your lips, you allow your bare feet to touch at the carpeted floors. you slowly began to pick up the remnants of your undergarments while hastily putting them on along with your now wrinkled dress.

never once did you avert your gaze from jinwoo.

never once did he awaken to try and stop you from leaving.

it’s for the best.

giving the sleeping jinwoo one last look of yearning, you silently left the hotel room with every intention of never seeing the famous hunter ever again.

{ … }

to say you were embarrassed after that night would be the understatement of the century.

you had little clue as to truly how much time had passed, since your mind kept giving you flashbacks of how drunk and needy you were-

and also how caring jinwoo was when he willingly spent the night with you.

this embarrassment was what fuels you to continue avoiding jinwoo like a damn plague, with you taking on much lower leveled raids, raids that jinwoo wouldn’t pay the slightest attention to while slowly burying yourself with your duties.

you never sought to join any guilds and made it your life’s mission to stay far away from ahjin’s building, never once wishing to run into jinwoo.

in fact, you were perfectly fine with acting like your one night stand with him never happened at all.

however, unlucky for you, jinwoo himself didn’t seem to share that same sentiment.

{ … }

the moment you left him that night was the moment jinwoo had his first taste of true regret.

he felt so happy and excited when you approached him and invited him to spend the night with you. you never knew it, but jinwoo was achingly in love with you. he had hoped that with this chance, he could spoil you rotten with pleasure while taking great lengths to worship you; to love you like he had always wanted to.

when he could feel the pleasure washing over you with each and every stroke, jinwoo had gone a little crazy over you. the poor hunter had to bite down on his lips to prevent his words of utter love and devotion for you from spilling out.

but instead of choosing to tell you with words, he tells you with his actions alone.

yet still, it wasn’t enough to keep you by his side-

which was frustrating, to say the least.

jinwoo was no fool; he could tell that you were taking great lengths to avoid him. each time he would try to find you (whether it be during raids or just in general around the city) you would find ways to avoid ever meeting him by either switching out with another hunter / healer, or using the crowd to hide yourself away from him.

whenever this happens, jinwoo could only manage to let out an exasperated sigh in response. his hair would become a mess from the sheer amount of times he had run his fingers through them, trying to think of new ways to talk to you and finally confess.

throughout it all, jinwoo was left feeling a little listless, his mind always managing to go back to you…

by now, jinwoo had become desperate to finally have you.

while staring blankly at the ceiling of his office, jinwoo leans back against his chair while whispering your name.

if jinwoo couldn’t get to you by fair means, then he would have to start playing dirty, using his abilities as the shadow monarch to finally get through to you.

{ … }

so far, everything had been going according to plan on your end.

you had been successfully avoiding jinwoo for close to 4 months now, and when you were certain his lingering presence was no longer felt or seen within your periphery did you finally decide to head out for the night.

you were dying to get out of your apartment, wanting to try that new café or head to your go-to bookstore to read a new novel or two. yet your desire to always avoid jinwoo made you turn into a bit of a hermit (albeit unwillingly, but still.)

basking in the night air and the bustling sounds of seoul, you walked with a bit of a bounce in your step, thinking about your plans for the night. while you walked, you kept your gaze forward, and was caught off guard by the strangest phenomenon.

one minute, the sidewalk was free of any pedestrians, and the next, a man wearing an expensive looking coat appears just a mere inches away from you.

you recall letting out a gasp, hands already outreached to try and avoid face planting against the man’s broad back-

however, when he turns around was when you felt all of the air leave your lungs.

sung jinwoo was now facing you, his height still towering over you as his arms remained open, casually catching you within his embrace as your face landed against his chest. by now, your heart was pounding, making the blood rush to your ears as you began to feel dizzy.

“looks like i finally caught you.” a rich chuckle fills your ears when jinwoo places a lingering kiss against the top of your head, causing you to let out several sputters of his name.

“h-how did you-“

“did you forget who i am… and what i can do?”

his question successfully makes your heart skip beats, thinking back to the rumors that pertained to jinwoo and his ability to summon millions of shadow soldiers. along with this ability, you also knew that he could place many of those soldiers within anyone’s shadow while exchanging places with them on a whim.

“what? w-when did you manage to place your soldiers within my shadow?”

jinwoo hums, placing a hand beneath your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “when you came up to me at the party and lead me back to the hotel room.” a sly smile paints his handsome features when he leans down to whisper against your ear, “but you have to understand, even before that night, i was already half in love with you. i couldn’t help it when you gave me such a perfect opportunity.”

his sudden confession nearly makes you fall to your knees, but jinwoo manages to catch you in time, wrapping his arms around your waist while holding you even closer to him.

“so tell me, my beloved treasure, why you were so dead set on avoiding me?” he meets your gaze then, eyes filled with a subtle look of pain. “do you know how much it hurt me, seeing you ignoring me so blatantly like that?”

your breathing comes out as uneven, with you avoiding his gaze as you played with the front of his shirt, “i’m sorry, i thought that night was the only way to experience that type of intimacy with you. i convinced myself that i was nothing to you… and i-“

you hear jinwoo let out a hiss of your name before crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. it was enough to make you swallow your words as you moaned into his kiss, shyly kissing him back as jinwoo tightens his arms around you.

“shut up.” he manages to hoarsely say against your lips. “you drive me so fucking crazy all the time, but i still love you this much. never talk down about yourself in such a way ever again, because from this point on, you’re mine.”

you look into his eyes once more and see them burning a deep purple for you. there wasn’t a hint of a lie within the depths of his gaze, and the truth of his confession was finally beginning to sink into you.

“o-oh…”

your heart seemed to be beating a mile a minute now, racing so much that it overwhelmed you with its rapid palpitations.

letting out one last sigh of your name, jinwoo brings your head back into his chest, hugging you tightly. “when i’m done holding you like this, i’m going to take you out on a much needed date, and you are finally going to give us a chance. if you try to run again, just know that i will keep chasing you while chipping away at the walls you stubbornly built around your heart.”

you let out a tiny squeak, but couldn’t help but grin in response to his passionate words. “your plan is already working.” you murmur against his chest.

moving away from jinwoo, you look up at him with bright eyes all while giving him a genuine smile. “my heart is already yours, so-“

jinwoo interrupts you yet again, this time by picking you up and spinning you around in happy circles, hands clutched tightly against your sides when he brings you back down to him. nuzzling his nose against yours, you watch as a smirk paints his gorgeous features.

“it’s about damn time you finally admitted your feelings for me.”

and with yet another kiss shared beneath the city lights, you no longer felt the pangs of heartbreak filling your veins, feeling it slowly morph into the requited love you had always desired with your beloved sung jinwoo ♡

a.n. - and i’m so happy to finish this. this should be my 40th jinwoo oneshot, which is insane to think about 😭 currently unedited but, i hope you enjoyed this @ ⭐️ anon 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[faghubby]

Manhood?

"What the hell Paul, I told you I wasn't feeling good" Jen yelled smacking my hand after I had grabbed her ass on the way back to the room. I couldn't help it I was horny. She had her period last week and hated to be pawed at during that time. Now the third day into our vacation. She was still giving me the cold shoulder. She was tired from the trip the first night. Then it was time zone issues. And now after what had happened. We'll I guess I should start there.

"What happened?" I asked as Jen was holding her chest trying to put her bikini top back on.

"It broke, I got it caught on the rail getting in the hot tub" she said thru clinched teeth. There was two men sitting nearby laughing also a group of young college girls. smiling, they had been flashed for sure. I grabbed my shirt and handed it to Jen. She threw it on.

"OH god!" Jen sneard "You are enjoying this!" She motioned to my wet shorts where I was obviously excited by what had happened even though I hadn't seen it. I tried to convince her it was no big deal. We didn't know these guys. She drank her cocktail but then said she wasn't fellling well so I walked her back upstairs to our room.

"I was so embarrassed and you where like it's no big deal" Jen mumbled as she got changed. "You even got excited knowing everyone had seen my tits" she continued.

"Jen I am sure those guys loved seeing your tits" I told her.

"You got excited over those two perverts staring at me" She was surprised.

"What I don't know. I mean I got you. Nice to show you off" I tried to explain but was just digging a hole.

"You are even more fucked up then I thought. It was those girls with there perfect perky tits. That's who I was embarrassed to see my tits" Jen said slamming the bathroom door. I removed my swim trunks as Jen came storming back in.

"I bet you would of liked it if I just fucking stripped for those guys, right maybe danced on their table. I was rock hard as I pictured her doing that exact thing. Maybe I could bring them up here let then fuck me right on the balcony" she continued obviously annoyed that I was hard through this all. She stopped and grabbed some clothes out of her bag and went back to the bathroom. A moment later she came out.

"Maybe they are still there" she hissed at me and stormed out was she really going to? I threw on some shorts and chased after her. I stopped her in the hall. "ADMIT IT, YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF ME GOING DOWNSTAIRS AND LETTING THEM HAVE ME" She yelled. I freaked out

"Okay, yes I think it's hot when men watch you" I said quietly trying to quiet her.

"It's more" she hissed.

"Yes, I imagined them having you" I said looking at the floor. She turned and stormed back to the room. She had a great body but was always subconscious about her breasts one was bigger then the other but you really couldn't tell. She had a scar on her thigh from an accident she always tried to hide. She didn't say another word to me just got ready for bed again and went to sleep.

The next day a new woman was born. She openly flirted with every man in front of me. I found it all erotic but what game was she playing. She dragged me into a small shop to buy a new bikini.

"Since you like men to watch me, maybe even fuck me" she said in a nasty tone in my ear. She picked out a bright green bikini. And modeled it for me. She left the shop wearing it having me carry her clothes. She found a busy outside Cafe with a view of the beach. She sat watching men working out. As we ordered.

"So what you want to have a threesome?" Jen asked alit louder then I would of liked.

"Maybe" I whispered. She watched my face then smiled.

"You want to watch" she smirked her foot rubbed into my crotch under the table. "Always wanting me to watch porn with you" she said as everything clicked in her head. I wasn't sure that's what I wanted it was fantasy right she wouldn't actually. She spent the rest of the day flirting with men. Ignoring me other then to tease me about how hot that guy was. Or how strong he loomed. Back at our room getting ready for dinner. She stopped me.

"I am going out tonight without you, why don't you order room service and wonder who I am flirting with" Jen told me. I was stunned

"Jen, please its just a fantasy" I pleaded.

"Are you going to stop me?" She asked as she went to leave. I thought about it but just sat there. Hours passed I thought about going to look for her. But just stayed in the room. I jerked off three times thinking about what she might be doing. I fell asleep.

When I woke the sun was streaming in the room and Jen had just come back. She smiled at me. She looked a mess and headed to take a shower. I jumped in the shower. She grabbed my dick and washed it.

"Someone had a fun night" she giggled when I didn't get hard. I kissed her I wanted to hear about what had happened how could I ask. My hands roamed over her. But I still didn't get hard. I sank to my knees and kissed her pussy. Had she let a man fuck her? I licked and sucked her as she held my head. When she had enough she turned around and I stuck my tounge in her ass.

"You nasty boy" she laughed as I stood up. "I think I like you like this soft and horny" she laughed again. She never said a word about what happened. I spent every minute of the rest of the trop. Spoiling her, kissing her, never wanting to be away from her. We did have sex it was just different. I made sure to please her first. She seemed to be more confident and in control.

Two days after we returned home Jen sat me down.

"Paul, I like you to learn how to fuck me" she said holding my hands.

"What?" I said stunned.

"Shh, just listen. I love you and we make wonderful love together. But you have never been able to fuck me. Just take me. I was thinking I could invite someone over to show you" Jen said trying to be gentle.

"Don't tell me you don't want to watch, after how loving you got after we'll never mind." Jen smiled like as she remembered something. Just then the door bell rang.

"Just watch, don't say anything" Jen told me and rushed to answer the door. She returned with her ex boyfriend Pete carrying her in his arms. She kissed him. As he just basically tore her clothes off. I sat in aye and excitement as he just did this all in front of me. Jen dropped to her knees and pulled his pants off. His thick 7 inch cock smacked her in the face. She quickly took it in her mouth. I watched as she worked it until she took it all down her throat. I wanted to play with myself but was embarrassed after seeing Pete's cock. Suddenly Pete grabbed Jen by the hair pulled her to her feet and pushed her over the table. In one thrust he drove his cock balls deep into her. She squeeled. He didn't slow just fucked her with long hard thrusts. He smacked her ass a few times. Then plunged a finger into her ass.

"Please" she pleaded but he didn't stop using her own pussy juice as lube he was soon pushing two of his massive fat fingers in her ass as she bucked and moaned. He suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over her back. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor.

"Clean my slut off my cock" he commanded. I was stunned but also frightened. He was alot stronger then me. But I had also never been in a fight never less manhandled. I just did as he commanded.

"Baby, that is so hot" I heard Jen say. Pete then used my hair to guide me to Jen's ass and pushed my face into his cum.

"Baby yes clean ms too" Jen moaned. As Pete let me go. He pulled up his pants and left.

"Baby do it lick up his mess" Jen cooed. I did as she wanted. The taste wasn't bad. The texture was strange though. I ended by plunging my tounge into her used pussy. Jen stood up. And bought me to my feet. She unzipped my pants and rub me thru my briefs.

"Did you learn anything, I did my little cum sucker" Jen giggled. She then stopped playing with me. "I think I like it soft better" she told me leaving me wanting.

Later in bed Jen cuddled up to me.

"I am going to fuck alot of men from now on" she told me pulling out my dick I was hard as soon as she touched me. She stroked me slowly and rather softly. "I don't think you can learn to satisfy me like other men. I also think you enjoyed sucking Pete's cock clean" I was moaning as she told me. I couldn't hold back any longer and came on her stomach. She pushed my head down. I knew what she wanted and I licked up my own cum. It was only about a week when she introduced a chastity cage.

"I don't want you playing with it when I am out fucking real men" Jen told me. She would come home late or not at all about once a week.

She never told me anything. It was about a month when she bought Pete home one night. I was aloud to watch again. And again Pete had me clean his cock. But this time.

"Suck me hard and I will fuck your wife's ass bitch" Pete told me. I did just that I loved feeling him grow in my mouth. I strained in my cage.

"No fuck his ass" Jen told him. He grabbed me by the hair like he had Jen and bent me over the table. I was terrified this want going to happen was it. My dick hurt it was straining to escape its prison. As he lubed my ass. He fingered my ass first. I bucked alittlw trying to get free. But not really. I wanted this. He put his cock against my hole and just held it there all I felt was pressure. Then suddenly my ass gave way and pain burst thru me as the head of his cock slid in. I screamed.

"Shh, relax let him take your manhood" Jen told me kissing me. He waited a moment then started to move slowly in and out.

"Suck my fingers, focus on sucking my fingers" Jen told me softly as Pete fucked my ass. I sucked her fingers. She started to move them in and out like she was fucking my mouth. I was moaning now.

"Such a fucking faggot" Jen said as she kissed my forehead.

"Pete come in his ass fill the bitch up" she told him. Pete adjusted moving me I felt wetness on my stomach. As I realized my dick was leaking all over the table. Pete thrusts got harder then suddenly he tensed and I could feel him filling up my ass with his seed. Pete pulled out smacked my ass hard and left.

Jen rushed me into the bathroom she unlocked the cage and jumped in. The shower with me. I couldn't get hard Pete had fucked it all put of me. Jen shaved me. Everywhere.

"Your a woman now" she told me. When she was done she produced a much smaller cage. I was worried but she turned the water to cold and was able to make it fit.

"I can't see you as a man, at least not a lover. Jen told me. She handed me a pair of her cotton bikini panties.

"Jen" I wined she just tossed me a look and I put them on. After that it seemed Jen hos a dry spell for three weeks she had not been on a "date". Having me orally please her or using her vibrator to satisfy her urges which where very high now.

"We are having a party" Jen told me one night. No discussion just stated it. Two weeks on a Saturday night. She would arrange everything. After she would unlock me. She informed me. I was going crazy it had been weeks already.

Jen had handled everything the party was all set. When she handed me a little pink bag.

"Wear this tonight" I opened the bag to find a pink frilly thong. I made a face but put it on. I didn't tell Jen but I really liked this game. She watched as I changed.i went to put my jeans back on.

"No, wait" she produced a pink satin nightie to match my panties.

"I want you to kneel by the door and let everyone see what a little bitch you are." She told me. "It is time everyone knows I am available" Jen told me. "Don't worry I only invited a few discreet men." Jen told me. I wasn't sure about this. But went along with it.

"You want to suck cock, don't you" Jen teased as I knelt down and waited. My panties already wet. I almost ran when the first guest arrived my best friend. Larry. He laughed at me.

"Show him your cage. Baby" I pulled my panties forward exposing my little steel cage. Pete then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

"Go ahead" Jen assured me. I took him in my mouth. Feeling him grow. I was focused on Larry. When several more men arrived.

Larry grabbed my head and pumped his load onto my mouth.

"Thanks" He said and fixed his pants. I went to stand but was pushed back dawn. A black cock shoved in my face. I looked up to see Deshawn, I worked with him. He just held his cock to my lips I took it. He was much fatter I had to open wide to suck even the head.

I could hear Jen, she was obviously getting fucked by someone. There where alot of voices. I felt some one lift my nightie and pull my thong up high. I lifted my ass as he did. Trying to focus on Deshawn I felt someone lubing my add. Working a finger in. Deshawn stepped back and came all over my face. The man playing with my ass. Pulled to my feet. I saw Jen getting split roasted as others watched. That was our neighbor. Roger I thought as I watched him fuck Jen. The other guy Jen was swallowing likea pro, worked with her. There was also Bill from my gym. And Kevin the kid that mowed the lawn. I finally turned to see the man leading me to the table. It was Nick my brother in law. He was married to Jen's sister Alice. He pushed me onto the table I laid on my back as he pushed his cock into my ass.

"Always knew you where some kind of fairy" he told me as he trust hard fucking me. He smacked my thighs abusing me. I cursed and was rewarded by someone sticking there balls in my mouth. Nick didn't cum in my ass. Instead he jumped on the table pushing whoever balls I had been sucking aside and drove his lubed dirty cock into my mouth. Pumping his load down my throat. While another cock took his place in my ass. I was flipped over and sucked Kevin cock. As Greg our mechanic drove his long thin cock in my ass. Kevin didn't last long but he paused.

"Can I have him lick my ass? "He asked someone. I didn't hear an answer just an ass shoved in my face. My lingerie was basically torn off of me by this point I was just a naked fuck toy. Kevin really enjoyed me eating his ass. Because he turned around and was hard agsin. But he was pulled back and another cock took the spot. By this time I was losing track of who was fucking me and who's cock I had sucked. At some point I was dragged over to Jen and told to clean her dirty holes. Both her pussy and ass had cum flowing out of it. I licked it all up as yet another cock fucked me. I thought it must of been Deshawn it felt so big. But I was so used up.

Jen played with my hair "you're just a play thing for men's cocks now baby. You proced to me that you will do anything for me tonight"

"Yes, anything Jen" I mumbled as the man finished in my ass.

"Mistress, I don't think Jen or baby would be appropriate anymore" She told me.

"Yes mistress" I said as someone pushed something hard and big into my ass. I sat up and removed a beer bottle from my ass. Most of the guys had left. I went to wash up. I sat on the floor of the shower crying. When Mistress found me.

"It's alright, just the lose of your manhood. We all cry when we lose something.

I woke next to Mistress knowing I would never wear anything but woman's underwear again, I would never be with a woman agsin, and I would never get out of this cage. I got up and found Larry asleep on the couch. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. He moaned rubbing my head affectionately as I sucked his dick.

This story is written for a special friend and his Mistress. Hopefully she will make it come true for him

[rikis-wifey910]

AN UNEXPECTED MEET (pt 4)

Synopsis: When unexpectedly you meet your idols while having a vacation trip with your friend, you fight your urge to spew every feeling for him, but what'd happen if you knew he felt the same too?

Characters: Idol Riki x non-idol fem reader, ft reader's bsf, all of Enhypen.

Warnings: Smut, kissing, reader is insecure of her appearance, fluff, slowburn (kinda?), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up perverts), oral (f receiving), slight degradation, lmk if I missed anything else.

WC: 1745

Riki's POV:

I was chilling and overjoyed when the news of our hiatus was confirmed. While I was ijboling over nothing, a loud voice interrupted my laughter.

"YAH NI-KI! BRING YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN TO THE HALL!!" it was Jake, no doubt.

Sighing, and stretching my limbs with a screech that could even scare the demons, but not my hyungs, I made my way down to the hall.

Upon reaching the hall, I saw my hyungs seated, some on the floor, others, on the couch, and the remaining on whatever they could find near to them.

'Something is up for sure' I thought before sitting on the floor cross legged. "So.. why did you call me.. I mean why're we all here?"

"To dance." Jay said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes playfully and said "as a dancer, if I see you dancing in THIS" I said, refering him wearing his hello kitty pjs "Then it's better that we don't dance. Cause OLD people certainly don't dance in THESE."

"YAH! Whom are you calling old you punk!" Jay hyung reported with mock offence.

Before I could say anything, Heeseung spoke up.

"We're actually here to plan a trip. You know, cause we're on hiatus. So I wanted to see if everyone agrees."

"But where are we going?" Jungwon asked.

Jake replied "Maldives."

We all (except Heeseung) GASPED.

Sunghoon was the one to speak first.

"Maldives.. mm.. will do. But I think we should spend some time with our families. Don't y'all think the same?"

I nodded, agreeing with him. "Yeah, I miss my mom.. and others too."

The others hummed in agreement.

Then, Jungwon spoke up "alright, I guess we'll spend a week with our close ones, and then come back here, pack up, and boom. Land in Maldives. How does that sound?"

We all agreed to him. Who wouldn't, our leader always comes up with the best plans.

Sunoo chimed in "BTW.. Heeseung hyung.. why Maldives? I mean it's not bad, but what made you think of Maldives? Like, where'd the idea come from?"

I held my breath, praying that what I was thinking wasn't true. It seemed that the others did the same too.

But we should know better than to hope anything good.

Heeseung scratched his nape, then replied "Uhm.. it's because.. Amanda and Evelyn are also coming there."

All of us let out a collective groan.

To clear things up, Amanda is Heeseung's girlfriend, and Evelyn is Jake's girlfriend. But them being there isn't the real problem, our hyungs with them is.

The thing is that, these two can be really reckless. And secondly, their mushy and being all over one another cringes all of us. Hence, the groans.

Sunghoon hyung spoke up "Jake, I swear to god.. if I see any of you shoving your tounges down in uhm.. their throats in front of US, especially ME.. I won't hesitate to show your most embarrassing videos to them."

I joined in "Yeah. For god's sake please don't make us regret being in the same place as you. This all mushiness is purely cringey. I'd rather die than face all this."

Jake hyung, ever the teaser spoke up, "look who's speaking.. let's see if you act the same when you get a girlfriend yourself. We'll be the one to talk then."

I retorted "In your dreams. I'm not interested in finding a girlfriend for god's sake. Hah! No girl is my ideal type either. All of them will be with me just because of my status. Not for the real me. Not everyone is lucky in love as Heeseung and Jake hyung."

The room felt silent. I felt as if I said something wrong.

Jay hyung was the one to break the ice.

"Well.. looks like someone is jealous. But it's alright Ni-ki. I can understand you. So, changing the topic. Is it now decided that we regroup here after a week and get the flight to Maldives?"

A collective 'Yes' was heard.

With that the planning for our trip was made.

The next day, I went to Japan to spend as much time as possible with my family. It was the usual, my mom making food for me, and teaching me how to cook, reasoning it with girls like men who can cook. Annoying, but since my mom asked me to do it, I'll DO it.

My sisters are no less. They bicker with me 24/7. Not that I mind. But my elder sister did the worst. She set me up with one of her friends. Like, man.. Wae?! I was so embarrassed and I had to apologise to the girl and get teased rest of the week. My dad made me have a 'man' talk with him. It wasn't much, just some tricks to impress a girl, how to know if she's the right one, what to do for her and that I'm already 27 and I should get a girlfriend for myself.

I just took in the info, not that I'm using it anytime soon.

I also brought some pieces from the new collection of chrome hearts. Cause why not.

On the day before my flight back to Korea, we all had some family time. And my sisters gave me a list of items I needed to get for them. It was LONGER THAN MY LIFE.

But since they're my sisters, I will do it for them. After all, they're my sisters.

The next afternoon, we all were back in the dorm room. Most of us were tired so we decided to pack the next day, and finalize the details.

I hope everything goes well.

The next day arrived way too quickly. My body was still sore from sleeping in weird positions at home (don’t judge — my bed in Japan is criminally tiny for someone my height). But excitement buzzed in the air. Everyone was up and about, packing, arguing over who took whose charger, and whatnot.

Sunghoon was obsessively rolling and rerolling his shirts like we were entering some fashion contest. Sunoo, of course, was packing skin care for every weather condition imaginable. I swear he had enough sunscreen to supply the whole Maldives.

Meanwhile, I threw in some loose tanks, swim shorts, and my essentials. Minimalism, baby.

Heeseung hyung came into the room holding a list. “Okay, roll call. Let’s make sure we’ve all got what we need.”

Jake groaned, “Hyung, we’re not in kindergarten.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Heeseung replied, eyes squinting at his paper like it held the secrets of life.

As we packed, Jungwon, ever the responsible leader, double-checked our flight tickets and hotel reservations.

“Guys, we’re set. We leave tomorrow morning. Flight’s at 10. Be ready by 6. Don’t be late,” he said with a pointed look at me.

“Why me?” I said, offended.

“Because you’re literally always late.”

“Tch. Rude but fair.”

After dinner, we sat in the living room, sprawled around like lazy cats.

That’s when Jake suddenly said, “Hey, Ni-ki. Got anyone you’d want to invite on this trip? You know… special someone?”

He winked dramatically.

I threw a pillow at him. “Shut up.”

“Aww, don’t be shy. Anyone from Japan? Maybe someone who likes guys who wear Chrome Hearts and can kinda cook now?” he teased.

“YAH!” I shouted, face turning a little too warm. “You wanna die before we even board the plane?”

Everyone burst out laughing.

Sunoo teased, “Just imagine — Ni-ki under the Maldives sunset, holding hands with—”

“I’M LEAVING.” I stood up dramatically.

“Okay okay!” Jungwon held his hands up in peace. “Let’s not tease him too much. We still want him to show up tomorrow.”

As everyone settled, the energy softened. The kind of calm that comes before an adventure. We were really doing this. Taking a break. Together.

I lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling, headphones on, music low. I thought about what Jake said. About love. And what I said.

I meant it — I’m not interested. But... sometimes I wonder if I’m just scared of not being seen for who I really am. The real me. The one who’s goofy, stubborn, quiet when he’s deep in thought, loud when he’s happy.

Still, this trip wasn't about love. It was about escaping. Breathing. Living. Being with the ones who’ve seen me at my best and worst and still stuck around.

The next morning, alarms blared at 5:30

Chaos. Pure chaos.

Jake couldn't find his passport.

Sunghoon overpacked and tried to squeeze an extra suitcase in the van.

Sunoo forgot his face mist and almost cried.

Jay broke his sunglasses already.

And me?

I just sat back and laughed at all of it.

Because this—this madness? These people?

They’re my people.

And Maldives, here we come.

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Zoe's yaps: here's part 4 of AN UNEXPECTED MEET! Please drop some ideas for me cuz idk why my brain isn't braining recently..

Taglist: @maverickroyalromanoff @cutehoons02 @strawberryhotlips @kbunzzi2oa

[itsallhoney]

here are the highlights from the samia q&a sessions in chicago.

this is stuff from both nights all mixed together. i jotted down few notes after but this is mostly from memory.

starting with more casual/general questions:

what's your favorite color? "red. what's yours?" pink. "that's beautiful." she took the opportunity to ask a question back whenever she could. it was actually very sweet.

what's your letterboxd top 4? [i'm sorry to my followers but i forgot two of them] heavenly creatures (dir. peter jackson) and princess mononoke (dir. hayao miyazaki)

what's your big three? sagittarius sun / capricorn moon / leo rising she did ask for clarification about which placements were the big three before answering

favorite sad song, chill song, happy song, and dance song? she gave two answers combining sad/chill and happy/dance-y. sad/chill: gotta have you by the weepies happy/dance-y: houseplants by squid

what was the last song you liked [on streaming]? heartbreak to hate by angelfish. she said she heard it in a thrift store and at first the phrase 'heartbreak to hate' jumped out to her and reminded her of sacred ('ou you never loved me like you hate me now') and then the song started repeating 'how long? how long? how long' and "it felt like kismet"

have you seen the new season of yellowjackets? "yes" if you were to assign a bloodless song to any character what would it be? "all of them shauna." then after some prodding "ok maybe spine oil is natalie." north poles reminds me of shauna/lottie 'when you see yourself in someone how can you look at them?' "we'll talk later." (and i hope they did)

if bloodless were a movie what would it be? the blair witch project

also someone said they took in a stray cat and named it after her. samia asked, "is she a good girl?" mostly but she has her moments. "well, i mean —"

questions about writing, inspiration, and being on tour:

what helps you feel at home while on tour? the people she's with and constantly drinking tea

what gives you confidence when performing? "i started wearing swim suit bottoms as underwear an for some reasons that makes me feel like i can do it" (i couldn't make that one up if i tried)

someone brought up the wolves — which is a play that she originated a role in off-broadway (#14) — and asked, does your theater background influence the way you perform on stage? "isn't it obvious?" she said something about how you can't hide being a theater kid

this one came with some context but basically the question was, what were the artists you discovered around age 18 that changed the way you thought about music/songwriting? her list was longer than this but, father john misty, fiona apple, mitski, the national

what writers inspire you? father john misty, a few other musicians, then she said she "grew up on maya angelou and anne sexton"

who is someone in your life that inspires you? raffaella

how do you get over writer's block? "there's this joni mitchell quote 'you don't have writer's block, you're just afraid to tell the truth' so i try to lean into that, but sometimes i think that only works if you're joni mitchell" then she said she keeps a long list of thing that interest her and when she's feeling blocked she refers back to that note and tries to find inspiration there.

someone referenced the interview at the current where she says synonyms don't exist and that she thinks there's a perfect word for every sentiment and asked, do you feel that way because you used to have trouble articulating your thoughts? "yes." and then she added onto that and she said almost the exact same thing she had said the night before to a different question about writing. i can't quite recall the question, it might have been about inspiration or it might have been about writing advice. she said, "i'm really interested in streams of consciousness because we all think differently and view the world differently so i think it's more about finding a way to phrase things in a way that's completely unique to you"

questions that are specific to her work:

night one, someone asked about before the baby. i can't remember the exact question but it was something along the lines of which before the baby song would you add to the setlist if you were to perform any? "i still really like 21." that's the only one you like? she hid her face for a moment while everyone laughed. i think the asker brought up welcome to eden and samia said she still really liked welcome to eden as well.

night two, someone asked about before the baby. i think a more general would you perform anything from before the baby? she said people have expressed a lot of interest in her before the baby singles and she's considering doing a tour in between albums where she plays some of her older stuff. she asked if we'd be interested in that. everyone cheered. "alright i'll do it!"

someone asked about playing some of her heavier songs live, what that experience was like, and how she dealt with that emotionally as a performer. she said she just stopped playing them at a certain point. she also said she would consider touring them again but with more mental preparation.

what album was the most fun to record? "honey." she said with honey there was a looser approach to the songwriting and she was more willing to let things be while with the baby and bloodless she was pulling her hair out trying to make sure everything was perfect.

if you had to unrelease one song what would it be? "oh no, people are gonna get mad at me... someone tell the boys." she held out her hands "i'm not going to do it! i haven't unreleased it, but if i had to that would be the one"

what artists would you want on bloodless reimagined? she confirmed that bloodless reimagined is happening but wasn't sure if she could or should share any of the artists. she said there was a big name she can't share but blondshell, carter faith, and dora jar are confirmed.

i love spine oil but i have no idea what it's about. "understandable." she said it's largely inspired by into the wild but it's also about some christian guys she knew in nashville that were very judgy and basically she was tired of their comments.

what is dare about — without getting too specific? she said it's based on the painting the hands resist him by bill stoneham which is supposedly haunted. she described the hands pressed against the glass in the background and said that they represent fate. she said dare was an attempt to write about a situation in her life from the perspective of fate.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Molly Maggot

Debut: Molly Maggot

This is Molly Maggot, yes, from Molly Maggot! Have you heard of Molly Maggot? There is a good chance that not a single one of you knows about it. It's a 2016 Wii U eShop-exclusive game that is quite frankly not very good at all! But it's special to ME. This was the first M-rated game I ever bought! Of course it would be one like this. I didn't really expect it to be good, and I'm sorry if the developer sees this post and is upset by it. But let it be clear that I do not dislike this game. I cannot dislike a game where you play as a larva, on principle!

How does a maggot's story begin? In this case, it starts with a duck. A duck who is doomed by the narrative, because while dancing in a puddle, it gets struck by lightning. Whoopsie daisies! Hey, is anyone gonna eat that?

Yes, someone is! This is... I don't know her name and I'm not sure she has one, but we'll call her Mama Molly. Mama Molly thinks "My beautiful daughter is gonna eat that!" and lands on the duck. And then the miracle of birth! We cut right to Molly's existence, and she gets to chomping flesh.

It's just like being a real maggot, without the mess! Right down to the fact that there is no music at all! The game tells you outright to play your own music. What's YOUR favorite song to chew through a duck's corpse to? For a realistic experience, I recommend taping raw duck thighs to your ears!

There's not much else I can say about the game! I didn't get through much of it. The UI is cool, though! Hi Molly! Looking very healthy today! I can tell because your health is displayed on the side of your bulbous head! Molly has big ol' teeth because she is a bite-'n'-chomp maggot, unlike the traditional scrape-'n'-snarf ones we have in real life, and the curved green gauge is to show how much ammo she has left for her Acid Spit Special Attack. Real maggots can't do that... or can they? Tune in for the upcoming Animals Direct for updates!

Molly Maggot (the game, not the maggot herself) actually has an official Tumblr blog! I recommend looking through it, as the developer has posted some fanart the game got on Miiverse, and it's nice to have that preserved like this. There also seems to be a Molly Maggot 3D in the works, and I hope it's still being developed. That would be really cool! I have a lot of respect for this developer, seeing how the negative feedback didn't get them down, and instead made them want to keep improving. A lot of people might call this shovelware, but there is heart behind it! And I appreciate Molly Maggot.

Check out this Nintendo Life comment on the review for Molly Maggot. Tee hee!

[what-eats-owls]

Show vs Tell, Or: Please Stop Making Things Difficult for Yourself

I said a while ago that I'd write a brief essay about the most misused craft advice in writing once I wrote 10k words, and for once I actually held myself to that! So now, I'm here to tell you about Show vs Tell, or why people make it more complicated than it needs to be.

First, a basic primer for anyone who hasn't heard this term before: "Show vs Tell"/"Showing vs Telling" refers to "showing" the audience information instead of "telling" it to them. You may be thinking, gosh, that sounds unspecific to the point of being readily misapplied, and you would certainly be right! Lots of folks throw it around without fully grasping what it means, how to use it, or when it doesn't actually apply. And I'd really like everyone to stop making it harder on themselves when there's a very straightforward way to conceptualize it.

So for starters, Chuck Palahniuk has an old but good essay about eliminating "thought" verbs from prose that holds the hell up. But I'm going to tell you an even simpler way to conceptualize the difference between showing and telling:

Eliminate the inner thoughts entirely.

Ask yourself, if my narrator's interior monologue was inaccessible to the audience, how would I convey the same information—literally showing it?

Forget for a moment that your medium is the word, and imagine you only have dialogue and visuals. If this was taking place on the screen or in a graphic novel, how would you convey that this character has a crush on someone in their class? That they're hotheaded? That they're struggling with a decision?

Here's a perfect example of this from the opening scene of Howl's Moving Castle.

Devoid of context, we have a girl trying on a hat in a mirror, and also trying on a fake smile. Then her expression sours and she pulls the hat down over her face until we can only see her frown. She's wearing a plain dress and the hat is simple, despite the elaborate hats and ornaments on display around her.

You don't have to know anything about this character to understand what's being conveyed in this moment: This girl is deeply uncomfortable with trying to be pretty and flirty, but in the safety of privacy she wants that, even though she feels inept and self-conscious about it. She's in this world, but she's not part of it. Even brushing up against it for a moment makes her shut down and reject it with hostility.

More importantly, it's all communicated with a simple gesture and design choices. Not by Sophie thinking to herself, I wish someone would take me dancing—no I don't! I work too hard to have time for dancing!

That's showing. And it's more resonant, because we've all felt silly trying something on in a mirror! Or, say, if you want to show a character has a crush, having them get flustered and laughing too loud. Or showing that they're a hothead by having them snap at a simple disagreement, etc. etc.

This also extends to worldbuilding, dialogue, and stakes.

Worldbuilding: If your story is set in a town run by a crooked sheriff, you could have the narrator say "everyone knows Sheriff Smith is squeezing the shops for bribes." Or the sheriff can stop the narrator for "smelling like weed" while the sheriff's drunken son speeds by, about to total his third BMW.

Dialogue: If your character is angry, they can say "I'm furious." Or they can slam dishes in the sink and insist "I'm not angry" while openly crying. They can snap "I'm not discussing this again." They can demand "What is he doing here?"

Stakes: You can have an all-seeing oracle say "If you do not return the Mystic Orb to the Sunlight Altar by the solstice, the world will plunge forever into darkness." (And as we'll get into it below, sometimes you actually need that.) You can also have intermittent but increasing periods of total darkness occurring as the party travels to the Sunlight Altar. You can have the Mystic Orb start cracking the longer it takes, and the sun getting a little dimmer with every fracture. You can have people's shadows growing bigger and bigger and acting autonomously.

But showing isn't the end-all-be-all; telling absolutely has a place. Sometimes it's better to quickly and plainly state information and move on, such as a little earlier in the scene, when the other hat shop girls have spotted Howl's castle:

"Look, it's Howl's castle!"

"I've never seen it so close!"

“Do you think Howl will go into town?”

“He’s gone!”

“No, he’s just hiding in the fog from those planes.”

“Did you hear what happened to that girl, Martha, in South Haven? They say Howl has torn her heart out.”

“Now I’m too scared to go out!”

“Don’t worry. He only preys on pretty girls.”

This tells us some stuff directly: Who owns the castle we see in the first few seconds, that he's hiding from soldiers, that he has a reputation for preying on beautiful girls. We can infer also that he's a bit of a coward, he stays away from civilization, and that his reputation for cruelty has spread over multiple regions.

This happens so quickly, and it's couched in enough character between the teasing and the gossip, that it doesn't stand out as capital-t-Telling. That's exactly what expository dialogue should do. "Showing" us all that information would take a lot of screen time that can be saved in ten seconds of dialogue.

It's also not just about saving time; it's setting up an image that Howl initially fulfills when he helps Sophie escape the soldiers... only to be punctured when she actually goes to his castle and sees the real Howl. Telling is good for setting expectations that you know will be subverted later.

So yeah, tl;dr: If you're tied up in knots about "am I showing?? am I telling??" just ask yourself how you'd convey the same information in a movie or graphic novel, without access to interior monologue, and evaluate if that'd be better. Most of the time the answer is yes, but not always!

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Let me show you ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

❝ Request! ᵕ̈

Summary : Charlie decided it was the best idea to reopen the hotel with a big party. Everyone was dressed in their best attire, only problem you couldn't dance.. but a certain demon took notice and decided to help you out.

Pairing : Alastor x Male! Reader

Word count : 1191 Words

Genre : Fluff

Warnings ➵ Spoilers for EP 8!!

a/n : Since I already wrote smth about Alastor and dancing, I tried to go for a little bit of a differen trope-

Also so sorry that this one os rather short, I'll try to make the next fics longer again!

Request by : 🍄 Anon

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After the hotel was destroyed by Adam, everyone worked together to rebuild it again. It took a while, but with the help of everyone and especially Lucifer, the hotel was standing again and even better than before! It was huge now, everyone got to put their own character into a part of the hotel and it was so personal now.

Just as the hotel was finished Alastor joined everyone again, no one dared to ask where he had been or what had happened to him.

So forward to this evening, Charlie decided a party to celebrate the rebuilding of the hotel. Looking in the mirror you let out a sigh, trying to get out any wrinkles from your shirt. Since Charlie asked everyone to dress properly, you decided to get out your best dress shirt, some nice slacks, some dispensers, and a pretty red tie. Being rather nervous about this party, you simply hoped that you could sit down at the bar and just watch everyone else enjoy themselves on the dance floor, were you not the most talented at dancing.

Knocks echo through your room, rushing over to open it and meeting Angel who was looking down at you with a smirk. "Looking good buddy! Let's get going! Everyone is already down there and I wanna get there before the alcohol is empty!" Grabbing your arm now, Angel starts to drag you to the stairs and down to the foyer. Just like before the bar was there, but now it was much bigger and a lot fancier, more expensive looking, did Lucifer complain too much about how the old one looked like. Though now the foyer was much bigger, with red velvet couches with dark wooden tables. Pictures hanging everywhere, one of Sir Pentious standing near the entrance with flowers. A big golden and crystal chandelier was hanging down from the ceiling. Arriving at the floor, you notice how Husk was behind the bar right now, serving Cherri a drink, she joined the hotel after the battle. Lucifer was dancing with Charlie right now which made you smile, it was so beautiful to see them finally bond. Vaggie was probably thinking the same, from the fond look on her face as she watched the two. Eyes now catching onto a certain red-haired demon, who was dancing with Niffty, it looked a bit funny since she is so short, but it was adorable to watch them.

Following Angel to the bar now, before taking a seat. Husk already starting to prepare drinks for the both of you. Angel immediately flirts with Husk, trying to get him to dance too, and in the end, Angel actually gets him to join in, leaving you alone at the bar sipping on your cocktail.

"Sitting alone, are we? Not enjoying yourself dear?" Looking up as you hear the radio voice, sending the owner a small smile. "I'm not really into dancing, so I'd rather just watch everyone." This made Alastor raise an eyebrow, not into dancing? Maybe someone just needed to show you how to enjoy it. "Well my dear, why don't you give me one dance and we'll see if you change your mind, what do you say handsome?" Holding out his clawed hand now, Alastor was slightly bowing to you. Eye growing wide, was he seriously asking you to dance after you said how you don't enjoy it? Of course, it looked fun, but you seriously weren't good at it at all! With a bit of hesitation, you place your hand in his hand, seeing as he won't back down, one dance should be fine..

Alastor helped you to your feet as he pulled you to the dance floor, coming to a halt a bit further to the side, probably to make you feel a little more comfortable. "Just follow my lead yeah? You will do amazing dear! I know it!" Guiding your hand to his shoulder now, he places his own on your waist as his other pulls you closer into him, before starting to guide you to the music. At first, it was slow and rather clumsy, even stepping on his feet a few times, immediately shying away and apologizing, just for him to pull you in again.

"Still not fun?" Smirking down at you now, your cheeks started to blush, you had to admit it indeed was rather fun, if you forgot feeling embarrassed every now and then from stepping on his feet. "It is.. I'm just worried I look funny when dancing, I'm so clumsy.." Lowering your head a bit, watching your feet now making sure to not step on his feet. A finger raising your chin again, making your eyes widen. "Eyes up here dearest, when dancing one shall not look down!" Alastor continued to guide you to the music and slowly but surely you were getting the hang of it, having Alastor quicken his pace a bit and even guide you to a few more complicated steps.

After a while, Alastor deemed it time to give you a little break, pulling you along away from the others and up the stairs. A bit confused you silently follow him, as he pulls you out on the balcony on the first floor. Breathing in the air, it was feeling rather cooling right now after all the dancing, despite being in hell. "Well? I would say that was rather fun!" Taking a seat at one of the tables now, Alastor had his shadow fetch you two some drinks from the bar, setting them down on the table. Joining him now as you agree. "It was indeed, but you were also really good at it!" Taking a sip from the glass now, you lean back a bit as you watch Alastor, your work making him chuckle lightly. "Oh thank you, my dear! I must say, I prefer some good Jazz and swing, but I can teach you that another time! It may be a bit too advanced for starters!" Watching him as you nod, he said another time? Does that mean he wants to dance with you again?

You continued to enjoy the silence a little while more, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Before Niffty at some point barged out onto the balcony, tugging on Alastor's coat and begging him to come and dance with her again because none of the others would. Chuckling, Alastor told her he would be down in a second, making her run off happily. "Well I have to get back my dearest, but I'm looking forward to our next dance." Taking your hand softly, he bows down slightly to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, before disappearing from the balcony and joining the others yet again downstairs.

Meanwhile, your face was blazing red, Alastor just kissed your hand and confirmed your internal questions of whether he wants to dance with you again, and even so far as saying he is looking forward to it.

Deciding to stay a bit longer to finish your drink and cool down, before joining the rest inside again, this was going to be a long night for sure.

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[jbirdoftheriverlands]

we have some summer-only neighbors, and last year I was talking to my sister outside, and we were planning a spell (that sister isn't a practicing witch but our dad and several of his family was, so treating witching as a potential solution for different things here and there is very standard for us, and as my immediate families only witch taught by the last living one, I sometimes get enlisted to work things on the fams behalf, if anything comes up as you do.) so my sister is like "Hey do you want me to keep <object from this person>? Can you use it for the hex?" and I was like "hell yeah we'll use that." and I turned around and one of the neighbors was eavesdropping, hardcore, staring, looking BEWILDERED as if to say "oh shit they see me being a nosey little skittle of shit" and I kinda figured they'd make themselves scarce after that, from the sheer awkwardness, but later they also saw me and my friend doing two separate spells on two different occasions. I don't think they could hear us, but they definitely saw us, and now this year, said neighbors are back and every time I go outside it's all hairy eyeball. they witnessed at least two rituals in my backyard I know of last year, one of which was a full on double earthen clay poppets sculpting, complete with chanting with my besty, and the whole song and dance one does to conjure a doll into something useable, sticking them with pins and needles and throwing them in a fire, chanting till said fire died, and then recovering them, doing the other half of that particular spell, and burying them. and idk? but after that. plus the shoptalk about hexing somebody, I kinda figured they'd get that we're pretty obviously just weirdos and lose interest, being able to model that we're most likely doing something weird and thus not requiring any actual peoplewatching bullshit, or else that we're satanists or something and avoid looking at us at all, but apparently the way i pull weeds is totally riveting because it's just O_______________________O every time i go outside now.

[maleyanderecafe]

Phytocidal (Visual Novel)

Created by: chemicahl

Genre: Romance/Historical

This game is pretty fun since you can actually choose between three designs of knights and you can choose the gender of your knight as well. Of course, since this is a male yandere blog, we'll be sticking with the idea that the knight is a male. There are four different endings to this game.

The story starts out with Amore at a ball, dancing around. They don't seem to really want to be there, but they eat and chat normally. They eventually see their knight, Kaine from across the ballroom. The two of them chat, and Amore wonders about their father, before Kaine goes to check in on him. After chatting with some guests about their brother, Olric, who is missing from this ball, they go to find Kaine so that they can dance with him. Upon reaching there though, they hear the sound of glass breaking, only to find that Kaine has stabbed and kill Amore's father, the king. Kaine tries to defend his actions, stating that he was only trying to protect Amore, and we get a flashback to how Amore and Kaine met. Amore's father, King Castellan, basically found Kaine off the streets, and trained him to be Amore's personal guard, basically owning him. After we see the two first meeting up, we come back to the present day of the king's dead body.

If we hear out Kaine, he will explain that when going over to where the king was, he heard him talking while he was drunk. While drunk, he hears the king ramble about marrying Amore off to another kingdom, even talking about how Olric was gone. Kaine talks about how he was going to be separated from Kaine, and thanks to the way that the king treated Amore, Kaine ended up killing him. Initially, Amore can't believe this, but finds an official paper from their father. They find that their father was actually planning to marry them off to someone but was also going to annul it soon after. Amore then finds out that their brother has died and this was something that was kept away from them. We get another flashback of Kaine and Amore on the riverside, as Kaine rows the two in the lake. The two chat leisurely until Kaine suggests that the two could one day run away from the castle, stating how he sees how the king treats them and that he promises to keep them safe. With these options, Amore and Kaine run away together, leaving their duties behind.

If Amore instead comes to berate Kaine, Amore doesn't find out about the marriage, the death of their brother or why Kaine killed the king, with Kaine instead killing Amore by accident. In an attempt to be together forever, and not wanting to part, Amore instead stabs himself with his own sword, lying and dying next to Amore.

If Amore decides to be with the kingdom, they will decide to choose to lead over saving Kaine, leading to Kaine being thrown into jail. While Amore becomes busy with new responsibilities, they would occasionally sneak down to meet with Kaine, the two of them not regretting their decisions.

Finally, Amore can decide to lead with Kaine instead of running away. During the new inauguration, Amore decides to keep as their right hand man and becomes the new ruler.

I think since this game was made for the Josei Jam, Amore is implied to be female or at least femme leaning, but since I think that Amore could probably be any person, I just went with how I usually describe these games. In any case, this game is pretty fun in seeing how Amore and Kaine interact with each other. I think it's very neat that you can choose the gender/pronoun for Kaine but also that there are three different variety of sprites for the knights. A good addition to the game overall since there are also different cgs for each version.

The premise of the game is simple yet effective: Amore's reaction to Kaine killing their father, the king and their relationship with Kaine himself. It is mentioned multiple parts that Kaine has an unnatural obsession with Amore, which does make sense as their right hand man. This is mostly showcased in the ending where Amore is killed by Kaine, and then commits suicide soon after and he doesn't want to live in a world without them, but also in the act of killing their father, especially after learning that he would have separated him and Amore since Amore would have been married off. Like a proper knight, Kaine will follow Amore no matter what their decision is, even when he is sent to the dungeon after Amore takes over the kingdom, I still feel he has loyalty towards them. It is really interesting seeing how Amore's father treated them and how Amore responds to this, whether it's to abandon the kingdom, now that they know their brother and father are dead, to take on the crown despite the abuse they faced from their father or to get so angry and in denial that Kaine ends up accidentally killing them. Kaine is definitely a very overprotective yandere, as would be characteristic of a personal knight towards the person they are protecting. It would have been nice to see more development of how the obsession grew though, as we only see two past events, when Amore and Kaine first met and the romantic boat ride the two take.

Still, for a short game, it is a very nice one. I think it's really nice being able to have the level of customization and the various CGs that we see in the game. The yandere moments were also nice as well, ranging from a more tragic scene with the two to a more hopeful one, whether it be running away from the kingdom or taking it over.