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A comic I posted last night for patrons, but I wanted to share here too! This has been the time lately 😂😩😔👏✨️

But in seriousness, capitalism worms are rough! But try to ignore them and shoo them out! Take care of yourselves and rest, babes 🥳💖

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the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

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*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

oh no

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scratch another line

Wooyoung's eyes fluttered closed, the ghost of a smirk still visible on his lips. "Ah, you love me," he murmured.

"I—" Hongjoong broke off, pursing his lips and shaking his head, gazing fondly down at Wooyoung. "Yeah," he whispered. "I really, really do."

And Wooyoung had taken that love and thrown it into a fucking black hole.

in which hongjoong hunts down the man who betrayed him and broke his heart.

featuring: space pirates! the fallout of losing your soulmate, longing, reconciliation <3

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YOU can write whatever you want whenever however forevrr. i have to write something perfect and earth shattering and i have to do it perfectly the first time or else

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make me bad (i'm addicted to you)

a lazy little lapslock mini-fic featuring demon hongjoong and humans wooyoung/yunho

content warnings: possession and all the consent issues that come along with that, religious guilt, implied internalized homophobia

enjoy~

since the last time he was exorcised, hongjoong has spent decades regenerating. now, after finally clawing his way back out of hell, he's eager to regain the rest of his strength. he doesn't yet have the power to create a physical form of his own, so he seeks one out to take over, lurking over a packed, pulsating club and searching for the perfect body to take.

hongjoong sees wooyoung through the crowd and he wants, irresistibly drawn in by that lithe frame and gorgeous face and resounding laugh that rings out even over the pounding music. but unlike most humans, wooyoung's mind is impossible to push into, all easily-preyed-upon emotions sealed away where hongjoong can't reach them. there's something hiding within him, and it only makes hongjoong even more determined to get to him. he presses his consciousness into the mind of another instead, easily taking control of their body and sweeping over to wooyoung, charming smile falling into place and drawing wooyoung in. 

it takes a few nights before hongjoong can get further than the alleyway behind the club, takes hongjoong going through more than a few different hosts—but in his defense, he's out of practice, and it always takes a little while to adjust to the new era. besides, it's not like he's wasting time with wooyoung—every time he approaches him with a new face, hongjoong learns more about him, adding more to his list of ways to play him perfectly—and hongjoong's obsession only grows ever stronger.

but even once he manages to regularly get invited back to wooyoung's apartment, even once he knows wooyoung's bed intimately, knows his body inside and out, he can tell that wooyoung is still holding back. still keeping something from him no matter how expertly hongjoong takes him apart, because hongjoong still isn't any closer to being able to worm his way into wooyoung's mind.

usually, hongjoong slips away once they're both spent, or at the latest, when wooyoung passes out in exhaustion. but tonight, wooyoung lets more of his façade slip than normal, a morose air to way he moves, and when hongjoong begins to leave, wooyoung reaches out, hand catching on hongjoong's sleeve. "stay," he whispers, then seems to catch himself. "or, well. you can stay if you want to? i can make you breakfast in the morning." 

hongjoong doesn't hesitate to say yes, and though he lets his body sleep, he has no need to rest. instead, he watches wooyoung the whole night, fighting back the urge to smooth out the crease in his brow that only gets worse as the night gets darker.

in the morning, wooyoung rolls over, looking confused for a moment before recognition flickers in his eyes. "right. i promised you breakfast." 

"you don't have to," hongjoong says. 

"no, i…" wooyoung trails off, shaking his head before patting hongjoong on the shoulder. "i want to. come on." 

he leads hongjoong to the kitchen, busying himself with cooking, and hongjoong is all too happy to watch, letting himself get caught in this quiet moment. and it is quiet, delicate, wooyoung's hand finding hongjoong's and squeezing it as they eat—and then wooyoung's roommate yunho enters, and the peace shatters, the air thickening as yunho splutters, the tips of his ears burning bright red, the cross around his neck catching the light.

all at once, hongjoong knows why wooyoung's mind is walled off. he's trying to protect himself from being hurt by this scared, paranoid, guilt-ridden boy any more than he already has, because he is hopelessly in love. and yunho can't bring himself to admit he feels the same way. 

"sorry," hongjoong says, standing up. "but i have to go." 

"no," wooyoung hisses, glaring at yunho. "you don't." 

hongjoong smiles apologetically. "i have work," he lies easily, and wooyoung relents, even if he's still not entirely convinced. 

hongjoong brings his host out, only bothering to take a few steps away before abandoning it, flying back into wooyoung and yunho's apartment, where the tension in the air has only gotten stronger, yunho still staring at the door.

"do you have a problem?" wooyoung asks icily, and yunho jumps. 

"no!" he says quickly. "you're not…i can't control what you do." 

compared to wooyoung, it's laughably easy to crawl into yunho's mind, and hongjoong all but shudders in delight at how much there is to feast upon within him. but wooyoung sees even this subtle movement, and he draws closer, eyes narrowed. 

"do you wish you could stop me?"

normally, hongjoong makes his hosts black out completely. it’s easier to control them when there’s nothing fighting back, and hongjoong is often too selfish to want to share any piece of what he takes. but yunho’s desires are so similar to his own that hongjoong doesn't see the need, not when the urge to make yunho painfully aware of what he's doing is even stronger than hongjoong's possessive nature. 

all it takes is the slightest push, and yunho topples from the pedestal he's been clinging to so desperately. "yes," he blurts out, and wooyoung's face contorts—but yunho's words keep spilling from his mouth, his wants pouring out of him. "i hate seeing you with them, hate them touching you, hate hearing it—because i want to be in their place."

“why didn’t you fucking say anything?” wooyoung asks. 

“because—because it’s wrong,” yunho whispers, and hongjoong’s had enough of that. he reaches out to take wooyoung’s chin in hand, squeezing possessively. “but i still can’t stop wanting you,” he purrs. 

wooyoung blinks, pupils dilating, then surges forward, crashing their lips together, and hongjoong knows that this is what he's been missing all these nights, that his patience was well-spent if this desperation is what he gets from it. 

wooyoung pulls them into his room, stumbling to the bed as he tears at yunho's clothes, mouthing at his lips all the while. it's a far cry from the carefully-crafted performance hongjoong's seen from him before, but it's somehow even more captivating to watch him drag yunho down, movements frantic and desperate and wanting, and when he cries out in ecstasy, the walls in wooyoung's mind come crashing down, and hongjoong smirks, abandoning yunho all at once and taking over wooyoung, settling into his perfect, beautiful body. 

yunho's eyes widen, and he tries to shy away, but hongjoong grabs his wrist, tugging him back. "are you okay?" he asks innocently. 

yunho's clearly torn, eyes darting away only to flick back up. "i shouldn't have…" 

"shh, yunho-yah," hongjoong purrs. "you can't erase what you've done. embrace it. live a little. that's what you want, isn't it?"

yunho's silent for a moment. 

"yeah," he whispers. "i want—fuck, i want you so bad." he collapses forward, melting into wooyoung's arms, and hongjoong grins.

he's going to have so much fun with these two.

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"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

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confronting nature, going wild (don't you want someone crazy like me, babe?)

A shiver runs down Wooyoung’s spine. “Thought you liked being the only one who gets to have me,” he murmurs, his eyelids fluttering shut as he leans into the soft touch.

“I do,” Hongjoong says. “But I want them to see exactly what they can’t have.” He smirks, thumbing gently at Wooyoung's cheek. “My gorgeous feral pet, perfectly tamed.”

(or so he thinks)

featuring: cyberpunk, violence, consensual non-consent, wooyoung/hongjoong, and so many unsafe kinks

despite it all, they are so very in love, even if neither of them is willing to say it out loud

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one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

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remember when you’re writing a gross and terrible power dynamic that you should be asking yourself constantly how you could make it worse and sexier

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209. Sleepy

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the twisted streets of the abyss (the inescapable underworld)

It’s fucking exhausting, running along the edge of the cliff when the ground is crumbling beneath his feet. Every time he thinks he’s found purchase, a stable footing, another crack opens up, threatening to send him tumbling down into the chasm below if he doesn’t keep moving, keep working, keep going onto the next job and the next bounty and the next payout until he either dies or fucking kills himself. And here Hongjoong is, standing at the bottom of the swirling abyss like it’s nothing, promising to catch him.

this story may be character-driven, but it is About the environment. how to exist, how to survive, how to live when everything around you wants to take everything you ever had, to tear you apart for all you're worth—and just how easy it is to break under those conditions.

featuring: cyberpunk, violence, dubious consent, wooyoung/hongjoong, perhaps my favorite character dynamics i've ever written

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of shattered wings and long-lost dreams

in which seonghwa, an angel whose gift is his voice, hates singing for others, especially humans. he thought he was doing them a favor, at first—helping them forget their worries, calm their fears, live in the moment. but when they kept coming back to his performances, a desperate hungry look in their eyes, seonghwa realized just how much harm he was doing them. he wanted to stop, but it was too late. this is his life now, pleasing humans for a brief moment before they fall back into despair, their lives incomparable to the joy seonghwa's voice gives them.

but when seonghwa's wings are torn from him, the humans he's hurt become the least of his worries as he's dragged into a new world filled with pain and despair and despondency—and two other angels, now even more tired of their roles in life than he was.

featuring: whump, angst, pain, eventual seonghwa/yunho/hongjoong

chapter 1: lullaby, oh, something wicked this way come at night