#cirqosmos

[ujunxverse]

hi viv!! 🩷

how r u doing and how was life recently? i srsly srsly srsly MISSED U A LOT AND UR WRITING :((( u are one of my top 2 writers in writingblr and i've never forgotten about u 💔 ur longfics and ur writing style was and will always be my most favourite ever ngl.. i truly truly missed ghost girl, your dog loves you, and spending eternity in a japanese convenience store, and also your riki fic which i've never got the chance to finished reading bc u deactivated your blog :(( the way u write always make me feel like I'm watching a film, there's just rlly a different touch to them that other fics don't have. i never got bored reading ur longfics and it just feels so museum-esque?? like they're TRUE ART that should belong in a museum. i miss ur writing sm that i installed ao3 even tho I never had it just to find ur ao3 acc and getting to read ur works and writing still gives me a wave of nostalgia and goosebumps. i never read about another group's fics if im not into them but if it's u, i would. ur writing just brings something rlly unique that i couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

also i read ur recent post about the current situation of fanfic blr, and honestly i get what u mean. it's so disheartening and discouraging for me to continue too, and that everyone loves the same trope to read kind of like fast food chain haha, and most of the time that meant that you'd have to include unnecessary 18+ explicit scenes to attract reader's. it was difficult at first (and still now, but less) to see other writers have more bigger audience/anons to support their works. and many times i wanted to quit bc no one or just rlly little people wanted to stick around.

but i stayed bc of art and for writing. to express my own stories, bring it out to the world to read. i wanted to express myself in various creative mediums and just the thought of it excites me. and ur works are one of the main reasons why i stayed too. i wanted to write as amazing as u do. i often remind myself that i do not need to force myself to write 18+ scenes when i don't want to—just to gain likes and compliments, and u don't have to force urself too!!

i'm sorry that the current fanficblr didn't realize how of an amazing and magnificent of a writer u are .. i still remember vividly how when i first stumbled upon your acc, and reading the first few paragraphs of spending eternity in a japanese convenience store my jaw literally dropped as I read every line lol, it was just such an exhilarating feeling to find such a skillful and talented writer like u in tumblr.. i remember the excitement to find more of ur works and just checking ur wips and posts. it truly felt like i was in an art world, finding u and ur blog was truly a gem.

i aspire to write as amazing as u do, ur stories r like pill motivation boosts to get me to write and i will always thank u for that 😭🫶 i will always be ur fan and even if there's only one in the world, i will still be your number one fan haha. i'll compete w/ ur other fans to fight for the spot 💪

miss u a lot like i rlly do!! hope you're doing well, and staying hydrated 🫶 pls take care !!

hey !! it's been a while !! missed you a lot as well !! so sorry for getting back to you so late, i forgot this account had existed LMAO.

thank you for reading some of the stuff i had up on ao3 !! they're mostly just refurbished works, and i never got around finishing that haobin fic inspired by in the mood for love, but i appreciate the high praise and compliments you've given me and my writing !! i really do !!

i think it's just the parasociality of kpop in particular and how, i mean, smut will always have a bigger space in fandoms regardless of what it or you might think about it. to many, it's escapism, something to fill a fantasy, and not a lot of people really come to read ffs for the plot or for the enrichment of reading a piece of work, all of that comes later and the primary purpose of the medium first and foremost is self-indulgence. it's just something that i personally had to grapple with, and with the lack of time in the post-pandemic era, more people just want a quick fix and don't necessarily have the time to consume longer works that are closer to being novellas. i think there's a lot of merit in social media aus and bite-sized form of text, but in the end, preferences are preferences, and i think mine just doesn't align with the current state of any kpop fandom i've chosen to write for, and that's okay !!

glad you stayed for the love of the art !! i think that tenacity is needed sometimes in many fandom spaces, and i'm glad my writing has been such a driver for you to continue choosing to create !! i read somewhere that you're studying art/animation, and i think having that creative background is also a good thing when it comes to creating fanfics as well !! it's a unique and different perspective for sure, and had my career trajectory aligned with the creative industry a bit more, i think i'd still have it in me to continue wriitng for fun.

ah thank you once again for all the praise !! i think i made it very clear in every blog i've started and ended that my primary goal isn't necessarily fame or recognition. i just loved, and still do love, both reading and writing !! it's just a bit harder to continue when i've put in so much of my free time into something that can't even break through or get myself out there without catering to or adhering to certain tropes that people are more likely to read LMAO. glad that i did get the chance to prove myself though, seeing as people still remember what i wrote AKJSDFJK;A in a sense, maybe i did crave some kind of recognition, and i'm honestly really happy with the lasting impact i've had, even if it was temporary and quite transient.

i'm doing well, and i hope you're doing well too !! stay hydrated too, and since summers are getting hot, do take care !! climate change is no joke !!!

[cirqosmos]

broken lipstick. yjw

2024 | 16+ | ONESHOT 1.8K. | G-yandere; W-obsession, possessive, unhinged jungwon lol, forced kissing with lipstick yes.

DIRECTOR's CUT, found an old note of ideas in my phone from 2022 about jungwon × lipsticks, and thought that it would be a pity to not write about it so here it is. this is kind of like an experimental storytelling, just finding my way with the rhythm and pacing of the words, sentences, and grammar. so if it kinda sounds weird, apologies in advance lol !

finding yourself trapped in this world he created for you drives you terribly insane.

down, and down you go.

every words he spills—he claims that he had spent hours and days of effort for this room, curating it just how you would like it; makeup palettes and brushes, lipsticks, magazines, jewelries, pretty and dainty sundresses, coquettish bows and laces perfectly matching your taste.

everything single thing before you—was all you've ever dreamt for, wished for, manifested for. bare skin planted firmly on this king-sized bed you've listed as one of your life wishes, wrists and necks adorned with saccharine gemstones—ones you've often seen on magazines.

every single damn thing was here.

he claims that he did it because he wishes nothing but to see the finest shade of happiness be illustrated on your visage; for bliss and satisfaction weaved under the strings of fairy tales, you shall wish nothing more but to remain abode.

yes, it is an exact replica of your dream room yet a lot more bigger, lavish, but certainly not home. a doll house would be a much better, fitting term. or perhaps, a prison—masquerade as the definition of your perfect little utopia.

his eyebrows knitted at the way you worded it, saying that such comparison is absurd, and certainly is not the truth. for all that was before you, is all yours to take—and so is he.

all yours to take, he says.

but if it was yours, then why can't you wear all it outside? has he ever thought that all these things is fucking useless if you can't even bring it with you out of this sickening room? what's all these even for, you asks. he replies with that same sickening smile, "why, silly, of course it's for you."

you repeated it with spite, "no, this is not for me. you're doing this for you."

"if you say so," he brought his finger against your cheek, stroking it ever so sickeningly, causing you to lean away. "you're my priority here, your wants and needs are at the best interest of my heart. nothing more, nothing less."

it didn't miss your eyes how his composed visage falters ever so slightly, so subtle—it almost slips away from your fingers but you saw it and you didn't care.

his soul, you despises—every word etched of his existence, you loathed. death shall greet him, and you'd never spare a glance.

why would you? when just a month ago, a world filled with the brightest prospects was all waiting for you, but his grim arrival dims every glowing lantern ahead of your path, ultimately sealing the door to your future tight and begone.

akin to a rat in a trap under a cat's claws; your sanity wilting with each passing day. how many days or months has it been? you lose track of time. where is your phone, even? oh why, he asks? books and magazines was what you'd prefer over some petty little devices, so why would you need them now?

rage, despair, helplessness; you released all these pent-up frustration with each object you slammed against the floor, scattered about in a hazard mess. broken, shattered in pieces like you do. he should see it, feel it, of how his own hard work are gone into the drain, like what he had put you into.

footsteps approaching from the distance.

the door flew open, just like how he often appears, ruining every single opportunity you had back then. he appears too composed, inexplicably unfazed at the ravage scene before his eyes. his own efforts obliterated into nothing, every single thing he spent time on perfecting was wasted, in downright shambles.

you drop on your knees, suppressing your sobs as he approaches with small steps.

it was all too silent, with only your shaky gasps blending with the solemn air. with your head down, eyes locked against the wooden floor, and on your clenched fists shaking with grueling anticipation, you glance nervously at how he stands so still—staring down at you like you were an object.

you wish he just would kill you right now.

in your peripherals, however, you caught the sight of his fingers grabbing the tossed lipstick, now broken in half—it's smoothened tip now uneven. you waited for him to say something, perhaps throw profanities at you for ruining this dollhouse he had spent hours and days at.

grow mad at me, hate me, and then throw me away. in your head, you chanted these words—prayers it ultimately morphs into.

however a gasp spills out of your lips, your breath caught at the back of your throat upon seeing him applying the lipstick on his lips, still and all—while humming a melodic tune as he does so.

"is this how you do it?"

you didn't answer, only imbued with aghast at the deep shade of crimson hugging his lips. as peculiar as it may seem, you can't deny that this visage of his perfectly adorns it.

he steps closer, alarming you—manifesting straight to your eyes widening in sheer panic.

with strong arms, jungwon catches your legs before you could push him away, pulling you closer where he forces you to face him, gripping your jaw so tight and suffocatingly so into his well of eyes; with it's depths you could never fathom till your last breath.

yet he begs you to drown in them, to answer all the questions written all over within—what's so fucking wrong to just stay obedient, and be his oh so sweet darling? why can't you see his love and dedication for you? of how he's ready to give up everything for you?

maybe a slap to your pretty face would tighten the screw in your head a little, or perhaps a yell pulled out from his throat would do the trick, but oh darling—profanities don't suit you, nor does it do you justice to be treated so harshly.

fragile you are, and such a fragile one should be nested, sheltered away from this merciless world. you do not need to lift a finger, or tire your pretty little head over useless things but..

but why is it that you refuse to understand him?

evident it was, through the way you dug your nails on his hands, imbuing your ever growing hatred to him. not a single word spoken, nor spitting at each other but through your eyes—your rampant wishes of spitting him death grows enormous.

die, die, just die.

you held your breath, as a stroke of his finger on your temple—slides down your cheek. a grimace takes form on your feature as he leans in, propelling your body to fight harder against his—though, he remains stronger and faster—pouncing on you like a prey, diving in with his venom-laced fangs into your lips, forcefully so.

his carnal desires takes form across your visage; smudged, blotted, and smeared. a shade so intensified through his vows to make you understand his perception of love.

they say that love is patient, love is kind, love is forgiving.

no, that's bullshit. it's fucking slippery, a mess, metallic taste leaking out from your lip—spilling into his tongue, only for him to hum in frenzied delight. a taste so sweet, so divine, like caramel melting in his cavern.

tilting his head sideways—his tongue went further into yours, twisting and knotting like wet fabric—pooling an amalgamation of saliva, blood, and lipstick down the corner of your mouth. sticky palms on the back of your neck, spiralling you down and down into these candied greed.

heat, searing, throbbing immensely—this pain, do you understand it now? that's how his heart mourns towards your ungratefeful, petty actions. have you perhaps realise it? maybe not yet, as you still had this little fight in you, a funny sight to behold.

your head spins, flashing in mismatched colors, jaw throbbing by his gracious mouth of flames—infiltrating every corner.

soaking everything in you with his relentless rhythm—a pace you could never match as it accelerates beyond what you can take with each second. his lips, like a paint brush—and you, like a paper being crumpled into every way possible. moulding your speech into incoherent sentences, strings of pathetic cries for help drowned out into the void, your prayers to god himself had been engulfed by a devil's kiss.

what's a god, even? they say humans are made in the image of god, but he dare say that not even god are comparable to you, nor those who reign above the heavens—angels, sirens, succubus or whatever the hell are there—your feet they shall kiss.

a canvas you are—pure, and untainted. a masterpiece in the making, not even the greatest artist known to mankind could do justice to your beauty.

you're his haven, his abode. yet also a temptation, a sin, his inferno. every edge of your portrait tweaked perfectly into his own ideals and fantasies, yet also a curse, the poisonous bane of his life, so toxic—it contaminates his soul.

decaying, decomposing—perhaps he was the serpent, and you're the tenant of the garden. insatiable, the apple of eden couldn't be as mouthwatering as your visage.

so why, can't you understand his love?

if you couldn't see it before, then he'll make sure you'll see it now.

dragging you across the floor, jungwon forces you to meet your reflection in the shattered mirror. on your knees, you met this drowned out visage of yours, all visible for you to observe; disheveled hair, your cheeks bathed in intense shades of red, all the same to your neck and shoulders, lips swollen with a visible cut, drenched in all his unspoken words. a mess, you are.

his pretty little mess.

yet what a masterpiece you are, still. he coos with lips pursing up in a sweetened grin, as if he had sucked out all remaining little bits inside your little jar of hope. do you see it now? how every part of you belongs to him, all for his lips to take and taste.

"you look even prettier, all broken like this." jungwon isn't very much different, but while you look like a corpse bludgeoned into mayhem. the image he bears was of a bloodthirsty demon, an animalistic abstraction.

through the mirror, you could see him shuffling around—looking for something amongst the mess, only for the same lipstick he used as an instrument for this macabre play—returning to his palms.

with him back to your side, he delivered a stroke down your hair, tucking your locks behind your ear. a chin he places on your shoulder, one hand under your tummy and the other looped around your shoulder to reach for your lips.

the same broken lipstick, made its way on your lower lip. a shade so deep, so heavy, amplified by his twisted affection. all dolled up for only his eyes to see. your luscious hair—inviting him closer and closer, savoring the way it hugs his fingers. too delicate, the broken mirror could only shy away from you.

"mirror, mirror on the wall," the lipstick tossed on the floor, replaced by his thumb lapping your lip. "who's the fairest of them all?"

© 2022-2024, pieroulette on [tumblr].

[xiaoguozhii]

my muses; jungwon, yuxi, kei ♡

; 100 bad works, that is the goal for this blog.

language is an outlet for the soul. humans are so interesting. that's why i find myself drawn to the dark aspects of the human mind, soul, and psyche. i don't need to explain much, my works will speak for itself. i write about yanderes, including but not limited to enhypen, &team.

in this blog, i go crazy! mainly one-shots, drabbles, thoughts to unleash my pent-up soul-deprived creativity constrained by rules n the need to be ridiculously perfect. finished or unfinished works goes here, this is also where i actively practice by doing writing studies so watch out for spontaneous changes of writing styles, incoherent nonsensical sentences, grammar errors, wannabe-poet and so on. and last but not least sporadic updates!

🪕 longfic/serial blog: @cirqosmos / letter box: @yuanvei

© xiaoguozhii , MAY 03 2025

[thedreamofalifetime]

Thank you, ENHYPEN, for being there when I needed someone to hold on to. For the music that spoke when I couldn’t. For the emotions, the inspiration, and the warmth. I may not walk beside you anymore, but that doesn’t erase how much you once meant to me. I’m letting go — with gratitude, not sadness.And thank you to the writers whose stories carried me through so many moments. You gave me worlds to escape into when my own felt too heavy. You gave me characters who felt like friends, and words that touched something deep inside me. I’ll always carry those stories with me.Now I move forward — with new interests, new dreams. But I’ll never forget what once was. It was real. And it was beautiful.

@elikajinnie @thatfeelinwhenyou @suneng @cirqosmos

[yuanvei]

for art/writing studies. personal studies such as languages—basically holding myself accountable, documenting/tracking my progress (PROGRESS TRACKER YES), early wip & poop rough drafts lol, q&a, requests (if active), my little thoughts/rants n me yapping by myself!

📬 fic requests are closed. but q&a r always welcomed! 🍧 before that, kindly read the rules below before interacting! ↷

⌨.. This blog is created for my deep creative studies and practices centered around my love for K-POP, and the deadlines are nothing but a push for myself. Therefore, under no circumstances am I obligated to update/release any of my own works/projects under anyone's demands. My works belongs to me and myself alone, and it's up to me whatever or however I decide to do with them.

⌨.. Asks lacking basic manners, respect, patience, and are awfully demanding will be auto-deleted. . I'm not wasting my time on people who have nothing better to do with their lives :)

⌨.. On the other hand, to be able to convey my stories in the best way possible. I'm very much happy to receive constructive criticism regarding my writing and English as I am not a native speaker!

© 2022-2024, cirqosmos/yuanvei on [tumblr]. all rights reserved.

[llyznotes]

basic.

I write for the sake to improve, and to better my writing skills. I highly appreciate constructive criticism regarding my English (since I'm not a native) and my writing skills. However, this is not a space where the end goal is customer satisfaction. You do not have the right to tell me what to do with my stories regarding updating schedule.

Next, this is a practice blog which contains stories where basic morals don't exist unless stated otherwise, it may features explicit and/or dark themes— psychotic, disgusting, disturbing and traumatizing. And I am not a smut writer nor this is a smut blog. So please do not give me those p*rn links or any smut thoughts. I prefer to write it when it's beneficial to my stories, exceptions are requests/oneshots or just whenever I wanted to, though suggestive content will be written sometimes, To further clarify it, here's what I can write and most of the time they're important to the story's theme — for now, there might be less stories in my masterlist containing these stuffs but it's just a heads-up:

horror; psychological horror; yandere × noncon; toxic relationships; self harming; abuse; incest; sexual themes surrounding minors (only for the mc/reader and ocs), pedophilia; cannibalism; suicide, murder (descriptive gore), depression; a limit is certainly there, so please do ask first.

and no ai prompt 'arts', this is self-explanatory!

creative process' boundaries.

Do not trust the so called deadlines I randomly announced as their purpose is only to get me to work. Also please kindly refrain from asking me "when's part 2", "when will it be release", "how's it going", etc. They do nothing but give me anxiety and stress. I update whatever, whenever, and however I want.

Any sort of rude, inconsiderate, entitled asks will be ignored and instantly blocked.

Blank blogs; no profile picture, or bio (optional) will be blocked immediately—as i do not want bots to blend in my followers' list. Please consume media responsibly, its intended for older audience but in the end, I don't give a shit if you (minors) read my blog. It's your choice, I don't know who you are, how young you are or where you are from and the choice will always yours, just remember and permanently stick it in your brain, if you're going to read my stories; it's only for entertainment, learn how to separate fiction from reality, it's okay to be delusional but do not take it past the threshold of fantasy. Take what you read as lessons for further awareness for the reality out there.

community, communication.

Last but not least, i am not here to make lots of friends/moots— i value my time and energy, and the latter gets rather easily drained online. I prioritize genuine interaction here rather than forced one so i chose wisely who i interact with.

Anons are an exception, feel free to message me in my inbox but depending on my mood and the availability of my schedule—I won't be able to reply.

© cirqosmos 2023 , signed on 090152023

[cirqosmos]

yandere simulator; xo (only if you say yes)

2024 | 18+ | SERIES | STARRING ➤ Y.JW | SUMMARY; when you—a corporate worker in her late twenties—finds a strange self-proclaimed online game "no one has ever win this game yet", where its premise are centered around yanderes, but instead of the classic route where the yanderes had to chase you, it is you who have to do it; turn the boy you've chosen into a lovesick creature for you before someone else does. playing it online is surely fine, but what happens when you find yourself stuck in its world?

GENRE: roleplay story with polls, yandere, survival/death game, character-driven story, dark psychology, psychological thriller, drama

WARNING: violence/gore, profanities, yandere content

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