#kitty watches Doom at your service

[absolutebl]

10 Sunshine/Sunshine AKA cinnamon roll couple BL

A note: usually one half of the sunshine is a bit more quiet and introverted than the other, but they are both still sunny sweeties. Side dishes not included. 

1. My Ride

Thai 2022 Gaga

Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review here.

2. Vice Versa

Thai 2022 YouTube

Jimmy is insanely charismatic and takes up all the air in (the proverbial cinematic) room, but I warmed up to Sea eventually. As a couple they read as more teasing and brotherly than sexy, but that’s GMMTV’s brand for you. I enjoyed the concept of this show (I’m big into magical realism and skewed reality - see my adoration for Color Rush) but JittiRain’s plot was contrived and weak (normal for them). Look, here’s the thing, flaws and all I pretty much spent this entire show smiling.

3. My Only 12%

Thai 2022 iQIYI

Y-novel adaptation (author Afterday - Bad Buddy) and strong little BL romance (tailor made for SantaEarth) about holding onto first love and childhood, but it’s buried under waffling family drama and formless side characters so that it took a lot of digging to get to - still I recommend it for the killer softly domestic couple chemistry.

4. About Youth

Taiwan 2022 Gaga

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweetly and colored by an almost real world authenticity and grit. Full review here.

5. Ghost Host Ghost House

Thai 2022 YouTube?

This is light horror combined with family drama built around a well executed BL trough-line that felt honestly queer with fantastic chemistry from the lead pair. (I hope that we see more of them.) Pluem delivers the softest most seductive krap ever, Tod Techit (Kewin) is one of the prettiest humans on the planet, and watching these boys flirt over noodles is an unalloyed pleasure. Use of I/you pronouns is super interesting and cute as well. For me, personally, the surrounding cast, premise, and story didn’t resonate but if you like a touch of gothic in your BL this might appeal.

6. Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Your Soul

Thai 2022 iQIYI

This is a romance between a doctor trying to save his patients and a reaper who is both his enemy and (eventual) lover (basically the genius premise of a gay Doom at Your Service). High concept looks good on you, Thailand. It’s lovely to see KarnNat back on screen together and they are still great, and Karn is just as painfully beautiful as ever. I enjoyed this one more than it’s ending deserved, and the best I can say is that it’s not strictly HEA but if you’re okay with Life: Love on the Line, you’ll be okay with this BL. It’s set up well, there’s no surprise unpleasantness like HIStory 3: The BL that shall not be named. Full Review here.

7. Secret Crush On You

Thai 2022 YouTube

Formerly call “The Stalker” for a reason. Highest cringe factor in the biz mixed with flashes of unparalleled genius and insanely good representation of multiple different kinds of queerness makes this entirely unique content we’ve never seen before in BL, the opposite of sanitized gay, like a naked glittery hello kitty doll having kinky sex. I was ALL OVER THE PLACE about this show. SCOY drove me nuts and made me bush but had flashes of unparalleled genius. It had a ton of things I really did not like (e.g. the humor was crass and awkward, and the whole stalker thing was extremely stomach churning, I suffer from bad second hand embarrassment). It also had things that really worked: (e.g. all the queers are INTO each other, it very Taiwanese feeling - in that there was no doubt that the characters want to bone). Honestly, if you can make it through the first half and survive the never ending cringe-factor that IS this show, the second half is entirely unique and kinda special. But I, personally, could never really like this show for all there were bits I loved. Full review of mixed feels.

8. The 8.2 Second Rule

AKA 8.2 Byo no Hosoku

Japan 2022 microfilm YouTube

Very short JBL about a schoolboy who makes magic candy for a series of handsome classmates, questing for a soulmate. Each ep is a new love interest and while the sweets help others, they keep failing to bring our sunshine the love he wants. Of course, he’s overlooking someone. The lead was very good and the theme, cooking, and eventually romance were charming, but it is a series of BL vignettes not really a cohesive story, no kisses or anything. Japan doesn’t give us sweet BL this short very often, so it’s nice to see them try out the style.

9. Ai Long Nhai

Thai 2022 iQIYI

Look, this show was just a typical Thai BL university pulp about a confident gay and a clueless manic pixie dream boy. It had potential, chemistry, and earnestness going for it, but no plot and not enough attention side dishes. In the end, it was boring and you know I always rate boring lower than hot messes (because at least the hot mess TRIED). That said, Ai Long Nhai is better than your average Thai pulp, nothing happens but at least the nothing was mostly shirtless and there were GREAT gay dads (IRL husbands Arm & Porsch). 

10. Coffee Melody

Thai 2022 Viki

Stars Pavel (my love) as a cafe owner (Forth in 2 Moons 2) and Benz as a composer (Call it What You Want). This should have been my kind of BL - on the fluffy end of the spectrum plus honestly queer. Unfortunately, the slow pacing, manufactured angst, odd secondary story arcs, and a selfishly immature unlikeable wet dishcloth main character, Yi, meant its flaws outweighed its charm. Jean (flame on snark fairy) is MINE, I love him so much but in the end neither he nor Pavel in an apron could save this show for me. It’s not bad. It’s not good either. Ultimately so forgettable I’ve probably already forgotten it.

BONUS Strongberry 

Please Tell Me So

AKA That's my Mr.Right!

Korea 2021 microfilm YouTube

Cute barista (played by Han Hyun Jun star of Love Class) has a crush on his customer, musters up the courage to ask him out.

Every list should come with a Strongberry bonus, like a cherry on top... 

This lists dated Dec 2022, not responsible for keeping it updated. But if you have more to add or ones I have forgotten please comment or repost with additions! Keep the dream alive. 

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#sunshine/sunshine #bl pairings #bl couple type #bl archetypes #Thai BL #My Ride the series #gagaoolala #Vice Versa #jimmy nation #GMMTV #JittiRain #My Only 12% #Afterday #Ghost Host Ghost House #tod techit #Dear Doctor I'm Coming for Your Soul #Doom at Your Service but make it gay af #KarnNat #Secret Crush On You #billyseng #Ai Long Nhai #Coffee Melody #rakutan viki #pavel phoom #Taiwanese BL #About Youth #Japanese BL #The 8.2 Second Rule #8.2 Byo no Hosoku #Strongberry

[jondalars]

movies, tv shows, and books of 2023

((* is a rewatch/reread; currently watching; can’t get through))

She and Her Perfect Husband (s1)

1899 (s1)

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (vol. 4) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

White Noise (2022)

New Life Begins (s1)

12 Angry Men (1957)

Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R.F. Kuang

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma

Love on the Brain by Ali Hazelwood

Popular Chinese Tales by H.F. Chiang

First Love (s1)

Spare by Prince Harry

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

Heroes (s1)

A Romance of the Little Forest (s1)

Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

Heaven Official’s Blessing (vol. 5) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Twenty Five Twenty One (s1)

Physical: 100 (s1)

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

The Circle (s5)

Unchained Love (s1)

Liberation Day: Stories by George Saunders

Extra-Ordinary You (s1)

Stay True by Hua Hsu

Three-Body (s1)

Something in the Rain (s1)

Falling into your Smile (s1)

My Roommate is a Gumiho (s1)

Survivor (s44, s45)

The Bodyguard by Katherine Center

Romance is a Bonus Book (s1)

The Journey of Chong Zi (s1)

Mr. Queen (s1)

True Beauty (s1)

Nope (2022)

Outlast (s1)

Begin Again (s1)

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand *

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton *

Weightlifting Fairy, Kim Bok-Joo (s1)

W (s1)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen *

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen *

Murder Mystery 2 (2023)

To Have and the Hoax by Martha Waters

Sh**ting Stars (s1)

Scarlet Heart (s1)

About Fate (2022)

I Told Sunset About You (s1) *

Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022)

Weak Hero Class 1 (s1)

Swarm (s1)

Thirty-Nine (s1)

Flower of Evil (s1)

Eligible by Curtis Sittenfeld

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata

Beef (s1)

Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfeld

Jury Duty (s1)

Promising Young Woman (2020)

Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus

Nothing but You (s1)

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte *

Love in the Air (s1)

Till the End of the Moon (s1)

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell *

Semantic Error (s1)

School 2013 (s1)

The Eighth Sense (s1)

The Love You Give Me (s1)

Hana Yori Dango (s1)

School 2015: Who Are You (s1)

Happy Place by Emily Henry

What Six Survivors Told... (s1)

Heirs (s1)

I Think You Should Leave (s3)

XO, Kitty (s1)

Boys Over Flowers (s1)

Back from the Brink (s1)

How Much of These Hills is Gold by C. Pam Zhang

Personal Taste (s1)

The Late Americans by Brandon Taylor

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang

To Love and to Loathe by Martha Waters

F4 Thailand: Boys Over Flowers (s1)

The Guest by Emma Cline

To Marry and to Meddle by Martha Waters

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone

Love, Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood

School 2017 (s1)

Dog Day Afternoon 1975)

Tár (2022)

See You in My 19th Life (s1)

Black Knight (s1)

Black Mirror (s6)

D.P. (s1, s2)

Jade City by Fonda Lee

Hidden Love (s1)

M3gan (2023)

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (vol. 5) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Bride of the Water God (s1)

Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know by Cyan Wings

Guide on How to Fail at Online Dating by Jiang Zi Bei

Heaven Official’s Blessing (vol. 6) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

2gether the Series (s1, s2)

Claim to Fame (s2)

Beyond Evil (s1)

The Legend of Anle (s1)

Knock at the Cabin (2023)

Doom at Your Service (s1)

Jade War by Fonda Lee

Hello Stranger by Katherine Center

Bloodhounds (s1)

Uncontrollably Fond (s1)

Bones and All (2022)

Red, White, and Royal Blue (2023)

When I Fly Towards You (s1)

The Starry Love (s1)

Only Friends (s1)

Between Us by Mhairi McFarlane

Commonwealth by Ann Patchett

Cocaine Bear (2023)

Mad About You by Mhairi McFarlane

You Are Desire (s1)

The Blonde Identity by Ally Carter

The Out-Laws (2023)

You Are So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah (2023)

Fake It Till You Make It (s1)

Love at First Sight (2023)

The Glory (s1)

My Lovely Liar (s1)

King the Land (s1)

The Devil's Plan (s1)

Flux by Jinwoo Chong

The Genius (s1*, s2*, s3*, s4*)

The Romance of Tiger and Rose (s1)

House of Villains (s1)

Coffee Prince (s1)

Society Game (s1, s2)

Barbie (2023)

No Hard Feelings (2023)

Secret Garden (s1)

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

My Love Mix-Up! (s1*)

Heaven Official's Blessing (vol. 7) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid

Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022)

Comet (2014)

X (2022)

Zola (2021)

The Green Knight (2021)

Practice Makes Perfect by Sarah Adams

Twinkling Watermelon (s1)

After Yang (2021)

Only For Love (s1)

Pearl (2022)

Dear Ex (2018)

Ma (2019)

The Worst Person in the World (2021)

Deathless by Catherynne M Valente *

Your Name Engraved Herein (2020)

Tune in for Love (2019)

Lost in Translation (2003)

My Roommate is a Vampire by Jenna Levine

Crimes of the Future (2022)

Only Just Married (s1)

In-House Marriage Honey (s1)

Love to Hate You (s1)

Supervisor Husband (s1)

Aftersun (2022)

#personal #2023 #pop ch not on gr #spare.... ridiculous lmao #first love!!! ahhhhh her listening to that song and rememberinggggg i cryyyyy #outlast?? wild #weak hero was soooo good #im getting better at dropping boring shows this year #ok im giving up on the korean bof... at least for now #when i fly!!! the cuuuutest #fake it till.. his cute lil face when they go camping lmao #house of villains no longer on yt.. so i guess thats it for me #wait HoV we are back... and so is reality tv lmao

[prestochange]

Swears that he keeps hearing her voice inside his head the entire time? If that should be the case, then he might as well let her be informed of the following:

Picked up a Silph Scope in the bushes (while stalking Hassel and Brassius on a not-date) and a droopy Hello Kitty ghost is following him around.

Would like to personally meet her chef so that he could ask for their method of preparation for the custard pudding, and perhaps more.

Increased paranoia for upcoming events (speeches, matches, etc.) pertaining to PWT2023. Could have sworn the voice in his head kept reminding him of things like an impending doom.

He cares very much for the Team Star kids and hopes that she's watching over them from somewhere on his behalf.

This is a factual piece of information. The poor man is indeed hearing her voice inside his head, like a second, curious consciousness that is just... interested in what he has been doing.

'Fascinating. I assumed that the last Scope had been stolen, considering the value of the piece.'

'A meeting has been arranged. You may ask for them at the 82nd store catering service.'

'Indeed. Do not forget that today could be your last. It is best to spend it wisely.'

'I will be certain to kill any foul player. They will join my Gastly. I am just kidding. Perhaps.'

#dxmesticbliss #;;pwt2023

[wh6res]

chase — renhyuck

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

tw bullying, violence, swearing, yandere themes, possessive themes, blood, weapons (a gun, a grenade), implied noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of stalking

disc i dont condone this behavior

wc 5k

‏‏‎ ‎

29 hours before the annual purge

“hold her down—i said hold her down, idiot!”

putting everything into account, they saw you more like a glorified chew toy than an actual person. 

they ruined your life simultaneously and it's ironic, that despite being sworn rivals, it seems you were their neutral ground—after one has had their own fun, you’re passed on to the other person so they can deliver that final, shattering blow that weakens your resolve. 

it was meant to be that way because it had always been that way. you’re the unlucky loser that ignited the worse sides of both lee haechan and huang renjun. 

they’re like oil and water; they don’t mix but with you, they found a compromise. stealing your lunch money, trashing your homework, quickies in between lectures. all of these should’ve been enough to give them a good power trip. but they’ve developed a hunger so severe that these past instances are but mere crumbs that hardly satisfy their cravings. 

it was beyond exhausting, being caught in between two headstrong people that were unwilling to back down at any cost. their aggression and anger towards each other directly being channeled onto you as they shove and swing you around like some ragdoll. 

you weren’t a bunch of kids, you knew that. you don’t cry and sob and say that it’s unfair, you hold your chin high and walk up to the guidance counselor’s office to report them for bullying. but you never should’ve underestimated the power of money and their respective families’ broad network of connections. 

without a doubt, the empty promises for justice is what broke your heart the most. it breaks with every bruise, every tight grip, and every nasty name the people willingly turned a blind eye to. 

it’s sad but it was a reality you taught yourself to get used to—the meek mouse learning how to evade the cats hot on her trail. 

but you weren’t as lucky today. 

“i am holding her down.”

a pair of lips comes in contact with your neck. its feathery and light at first until its biting down to mark you with his teeth. not too strong to draw blood, but enough to dent the surface of the skin. 

haechan has an oral fixation. biting his lips. his nails. whenever you see him, he always has a lollipop on his mouth and if he doesn’t, he’s painting hickeys across your skin. you hated his oral fixation, especially when makeup and clothes proved useless to hide the marks he gives you. 

“why run?” renjun asks you, slipping his fingers underneath your skirt as he kneels. “you know you have nowhere to hide in the campus.”

haechan snorts. “or anywhere else.”

it’s always the same thing. you go to school. you sit in your first period for thirty minutes until one of them shows up. then the other boy probably felt a gut instinct that he’s missing out on the fun. last time, it was an empty classroom in the abandoned left wing. 

they like taking you there all the time, it was always dark, the blinds pulled and shut tight. not to mention it was incredibly dusty. but both male knew you’re afraid of the dark, exactly why it’s their favorite spot. but empty classrooms and supply closets are close seconds, too. 

“you’re so pathetic. useless—only know how to whine like a fucking pornstar,” he quickly comments, feeling you arch against him when renjun’s tongue comes in contact with the pearl between your legs. “my cumdump.”

you feel a sharp exhale against your lower lips. you shudder. renjun clicks his tongue in annoyance. “can you shut up? you’re making my dick soft with all that talking.”

but haechan had ignored him completely, blissfully ignorant of the petite boy’s frustrations as he angles your head up to crash his lips onto yours. when he slightly pulls away, still playfully nibbling your bottom lip, what he said next made your blood run cold. 

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

6 hours before the annual purge

the price to pay for protection started rising again this year and you, much like your neighbors, are in a sense of turmoil. jamming the doors with cabinets and nailing your windows with wood is hardly enough to satisfy the gnawing feeling in your stomach. much less when you didn’t even have a weapon to wield other than a wooden bat and a cheap taser you bought on sale. 

“its not like anyone will be coming for you, right?” the little girl says, touching the randomest stuff in your apartment. her name was naeun and she never really liked pink and sparkles like most girls her age, maybe that’s why she took a liking to you. 

her mom works a 9 to 5 and her grandma stays with her on occasion. but the old lady loved to sleep, naeun said, so she gets the chance to slip out and come knocking on your door. you tried shooing her out of your apartment countless times but she’s stubborn. 

she reminds you of yourself. 

“well, i hope no one does.” you joked, putting on a turtleneck. 

naeun’s mom doesn't like you as much as it is, but if you yourself let naeun see the bruises on your skin? you’d hate yourself forever. “now, come on little missy, go back to your grandma. i need to head over to the bank to settle my protection fees.”

“but you just said no one is going to come for you anyway,” she whines stomping towards the door. “mom already settled ours yesterday becase grammy forced her to. mommy said it was just a waste of money because who’d bother to rob us anyway?”

a memory flashes in your head. two boys who’ve sandwiched you between them in the dark of a fucking supply closet at uni. wandering hands, labored whispers, curt giggles, one pair of lips trailing up your neck while the other up your inner thigh.

“needy kitty. i can’t wait for purge night.”

you needed that protection. that was no slip up because haechan never makes mistakes. if he wanted to make you feel like some animal on the run after catching a whiff of trouble then he sure is doing a good job. 

“hey! i think you just went someplace else there,” naeun says, nudging your side irritably to get your attention again. 

you try forcing out a chuckle but it doesn't work, still deeply peeved by a memory from last week replaying vividly in your mind. if they ever mean what they meant (which you know they do) then this is now more than just trying to get through the night—you have to survive, prepare, and pray neither of them finds you. 

“i think your grandma’s right in doing what she did, naeun. with humans, you’ll never know.”

and just like that naeun went silent, bid you goodbye, and disappeared behind the apartment door.

the bank was a quick walk from your apartment. you hardly broke much sweat and you even managed to stop by the grocery store to make some last-minute runs. the store’s nearly empty, deserted of any human being as the seconds slowly but surely ticked away. it was only when you walked past aisle seven did you pause, the hairs on your back standing as a slow chill crawled up your spine. 

you look over your shoulder. 

no one’s there. 

you swallow, quickly looking down your watch to check the time as you made your way to counter. 3 hours before the annual purge. you needed to get your ass moving. you just need to grab one more thing and you’ll best be on your way. 

you practically ran towards the dairy section and just as you spin around, strawberry ice cream pint in your hands, you jump as he appears before you in thin air and you drop whatever you’re holding. 

“such a skittish little kitten,” renjun clicks his tongue, bending down to retrieve the ice cream on the floor. “here you go.”

you couldn’t even stare at him in the eye. your hands shook but it wasn’t because of the cold desert. now you get it. it’s his eyes you felt on you earlier, ever intrusive and piercing as he watched you from afar. was he stalking you?

“i didn’t quite catch a thank you, kitty.”

how foolish of you to think he’ll let you duck away without at least speaking to him, hm?

“thank… thank you?”

renjun grins, satisfied with your stuttering as he raises a hand to ruffle your hair—he ignores how you flinched away from him—before walking away with one hand in his coat pocket, whistling an eerie tune that can haunt your nightmares way after purge night. 

“see you later, kitten.”

if it wasn’t the whistling that set you on edge or that clear promise of your doom—it’s the pack of zip ties and duct tape in his hands.‏‏‎ ‎

you were watching a rerun of your favorite morning reality tv when it cuts to the dreaded blue screen showing the flag of korea. 

this is not a test.

this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the south korean government. 

weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. all other weapons are restricted. 

commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. 

police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am when the purge concludes. 

may god be with you all.

you’ll never get used to the blaring siren that echoes through the empty streets. you can feel the floor vibrating and it travels throughout your whole body as the dread starts sinking deep into your skin. 

you’ve already double checked all your windows and the front door. activated the security system provided by the bank. and you’ve also already charged your taser and have hammered down nails into your wooden bat. fine. if they wanted to scare and bully you into a panicked frenzy, it did its job but fuck no will you go down without a fight. 

you shut all the lights, the apartment basking in the moonlight glow brought by the translucent curtains as you make your way to your bedroom, nearest the emergency exit just in case they barge through your front door by force. 

at first, nothing happened. it was peaceful. tranquil. you can hear a pin drop with how quiet it was. both inside and outside. you were almost tempted to cover your mouth in case you were breathing too loud. 

it’s silent. until it wasn’t.

your phone rings. it’s there, vibrating on your desk and you make long strides until you’re face to face with a set of numbers on your screen. an unregistered contact. there’s a debate inside your head whether to answer it or not, fingers hovering between the red and green button… until it eventually lands on the green. 

you put it up to your ear, hands sweating as you wait with bated breath for the person on the other end to speak. 

“kitten?”

it’s renjun. you don’t answer. 

“i can hear you breathing, you know. i can’t wait to see you. we’ll have so much fun together. it’s sad that i have to share with that imbecile but better half of you than nothing of you, right?” he laughs and you feel a rush of anger surge through you. yet, you don’t bother to give him the satisfaction of a reply. 

“i can see you’re angry, little kitty. while it’s cute and hot… don’t be. turn that frown upside down for me, wouldn’t you?”

but the blinds are drawn he couldn’t have seen you—

“you’re never going to get me, you fucking bastard. i’m not scared of you,” you sure do hope he can’t hear the tremble in your voice. “whatever you plan on doing to me, you’ll fail.”

you walk back slowly, eyes darting everywhere to look for a camera they could’ve installed in your room. they have connections and the money to do it so you won’t put it past them. 

“oh, my stupid kitty. how can we fail when we already got a head start?” 

the floorboard behind you creaks and before you could turn around, someone slams your head against the desk. you hear a crack, whether it’s the screen of your laptop or your nose, you couldn’t tell. the person is agile and silent as he maneuvers you to the ground and seals your lips with duct tape. 

“after all,” haechan giggles. “you can’t lock out what’s already inside, kitten.”

your phone lands somewhere near your head. renjun has already dropped the call and the line goes silent. 

squirming, you glared at the person on top of you. is this how you’re gonna go? you can’t deny, even you yourself find this pathetic. the security alarms you bought, the nail-studded bat, your taser, everything was all for naught? just because you didn’t check under your bed to make sure no one was there?

how long was haechan waiting? when naeun was still here? when you went out to buy groceries? 

you thought it would be fear you’ll be feeling as you get caught but the emotion isn’t present at all. instead, it’s white hot anger that overrides your system and forces you to act without thinking—and it just fucking saved your life. 

haechan always saw you as a vulnerable, sad little human being who couldn’t do shit on her own. it’s easy to underestimate you and that’s his first mistake. 

the second is rather foolish—not tying your legs up first. it’s all too easy to slam your forehead against his before jerking your leg up to knee him in the balls. 

you can see the anger in his eyes clear as day as you made a run for it to the kitchen, having come up with another escape plan—because surely if you went down the emergency exit, haechan would’ve caught up easily with those long legs after he’s recovered from your assault. 

your nose was probably bleeding and your head is in the early stages of a full blown migraine, at least you were able to function enough to wobble your way towards the trash chute situated near the stove. you had cursed that chute the first day you moved in here (who would put a trash chute next to a fucking stove) but the day has come for you to thank the gods that you have that in your house. 

going for a swim in all your neighbors’ trash is disgusting and unplanned (plus, falling down maybe six floors to your doom) but you’ll choose that over lee haechan and huang renjun any day. 

“don’t you dare fucking think about it!”

you flashed him the middle finger to tick him off. a petty retaliation for all the bullshit he and renjun put you through but it felt good nonetheless. 

“catch me if you fuckers can.”

and you were falling down the trash chute.‏‏‎ ‎

okay, yeah—maybe you should’ve thought it through before hurling yourself six floors down only for some half-filled dumpster to catch you but at least you’re still alive, right? alive and free, mind you. but you don’t have time to celebrate. 

it smelled awful and you swear your knees and elbows are bruised but you scramble to climb out and run away as fast as you can. 

it was only haechan inside your apartment. no sign of renjun but he did see you somehow and you have no doubt it was a camera inside that room. you didn’t have much time to ponder for how long they were installed in your room. it’s the least of your worries at the moment.

you’re outside. 

during purge night.

even if you did manage to escape it felt more like a win than a lose, forced out of your own apartment in nothing but shorts and a shirt—heck, you don’t even have shoes on!—it felt like they won. again. 

if you’re not going to die in the hands of some other wacko, you’ll die of hypothermia. how nice. 

you didn’t know where you were running to, the only thing you knew was you need to get the hell out of this neighborhood as fast as you can. you didn’t want to run in alleyways and risk getting stabbed for fun. maybe the sewer system… oh, right. you don’t have your phone on you and it’ll probably be pitch black down there. 

you really, truly, genuinely didn’t want to run so out in the open but it was the best you can impulsively come up with. 

when you feel like you’ve put a reasonable distance between you and the apartment, you stop, hands resting flat on your knees as you crouch to catch a breath. just as quick the adrenaline appeared as fast as it had disappeared. you feel the weight and tension crushing your legs, not to mention you’re really starting to feel that headache settle after headbutting haechan. 

you almost collapse against the brick wall. 

the last person you ever thought you’ll see jumps out from the corner of the alleyway and you almost broke their nose. 

until you saw who it was. 

“NAEUN?”

their apartment got raided, some buffy sickos who they had the misfortune of breaking into their house to purge. luckily they got away, but after getting attacked on the streets, naeun got separated after she ran for her life just like you did. you can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl, who experienced the full effect of this godforsaken holiday. 

this is bad. you can’t leave her but it’s tough enough to have to fend for yourself. you’re not so sure whether you can protect another human being but you’ll have to try. 

“did your mom or grandma tell you anything? anything at all?” you ask, crouching to her eye level. “you said your mom knew the way… where? what do you mean?”

“mom said they’re providing refuge on the other side of town but it’s a 30-minute drive. walking would take longer.”

shit. you didn’t want to risk it. you don’t have a car and you’d rather die right here right now than walk another step out in the streets—

“who’s ‘they’?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. she didn’t say.”

you licked your chapped lips. you can’t trust what she’s saying, not when you didn’t even know these people. it’s too risky, not to mention you’re already running from not one, but two people.

naeun sits next to you against the bricked wall of the alley, looking down at her lap. “i’m scared,” she admits. you hear a tremble in her voice. “are mom and grammy de—”

“no,” you cut her off, pulling her tiny body against yours. when you feel her fists clutching your jacket, you swear to protect this girl with your life. “no, they’re not. i’m sure they’re heading there now to the refuge center just like we are.”

her head pokes out, looking up towards you. “we’re going? i thought you didn’t want to.”

you shake your head, wiping her tears. “well, it’s the one way for you to meet your mom and grammy, right?”‏‏‎ ‎

walking down the streets during purge night—man, this has got to be the most ballsy thing you’ve ever done after that one time you spat at renjun in the eye. you managed to find a litter of bodies way into thirty minutes of walking and you nearly sent naeun flying onto the asphalt with how hard you pushed her back. she couldn’t see this mess, you’d be damned to allow a nine-year-old walk right into psychological trauma. 

you pocket a gun—you didn’t have enough courage to fight with a knife. you wiped the blood off using your shirt before shoving them down onto the garter of your shorts. you didn’t bother to take their shoes, none of them would’ve fit you anyway and it’ll just slow you down. 

“hey, are you alright? is that blood—”

“it’s not mine, naeun. come on, let’s get moving.”

for two hours you walked towards this mysterious refuge center on the other side of town and both you and naeun managed to evade death three times. 

the first attack: a group of high schoolers with their uniforms on. there were three of them, about your height, and while you weren’t responsible for the blood on your shirt, you’re not so sure about their lot. they looked crazy, excited even, but sloppy in the way they flung their knives and bats around. their first purge, you assumed, so it was fairly easy to take them down. a bullet to the head worked like a charm. naeun didn’t say anything when you urged her out of her hiding place to flee the scene. three bullets left. 

the second attack: it was a surprise, one that got you stabbed in the shin of your right leg. it was a drunkard with a knife, you could smell him as you walked past by his slumped form in the sidewalk. he wasn’t moving, so you thought he was dead and it was poor judgement on your part. it’s pathetic getting injured this way, you thought, but at least it was you who faced the consequences and not naeun. two bullets left.

the third attack: two men but deadlier than the girls and the drunk. you didn’t get to reason out with either of them, not when they drove their cadillac at 140 miles per hour and nearly ran you over. a chill crept up your spine when you saw the bloody, naked women strapped down onto the hood. victims. you didn’t engage in any form of combat, it’s impossible, so you took naeun in your arms and ran straight to the back alleys. number of bullets remain the same.

three lucky strikes. 

three times you’ve cheated death. 

but time is up and your luck has run out. 

“beating up a girl? what a coward, if you ask me,” you say, spitting out a tooth after someone kneed you in the face. you were in no position to say such things when they’ve got you busted up and bloody, left eye swollen after one hard punch. 

naeun is nowhere to be seen. 

good. 

who knows what these assholes could’ve done to her. you told her to run so she better fucking run and make sure she lives through this nightmare. 

another kick flies to your ribs and you lie sprawled on the dirty pavement of an alleyway—what an uncool way to die but at least you’ll die with a clear conscience. 

you passed by city hall a few minutes ago. surely, the refuge center is not too far from there. naeun will make it safe. she’ll make it. 

“what’s that look on her face? is she dead?”

another one scoffs. “well… if they’re after her then she’s as good as dead.”

you blacked out. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

you hate the scent of disinfectant. it crawls up your nose and you hate how the stench is so strong you can taste it on your tongue. this isn’t heaven, not when you know you’re better off burning in hellfire.

unless you weren’t dead—your eyes shoot open, sitting up in haste as you clutch the thin blanket. 

rows upon rows of the same cot you were lying on greets you. people injured, some standing, some sitting. there were people treating them, too, but they were in normal clothes so this can’t be a hospital. in fact, it looked like you’re in some warehouse, stacks of metal crates sealing off all entrances. 

“it’s the refuge,” you whisper. 

“you’re awake!” before you could even turn around, a body launches itself onto you and nearly makes the cot collapse. judging by the small frame and the pitchy voice—

“naeun, be careful!” her mother hisses but the girl in between your arms couldn’t care less. if she’d been an adult, she’d be squeezing the life out of you. when she pulls you closer, your healing ribs made a strike of pain surge through you. 

you groan, bowing in the pain. distantly, you can hear the mother and daughter fighting and it was a banter you’ve never experienced with your own mom. it nearly made you tear up from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were feeling but all else disappears when a person tenderly grips your shoulder. 

“thank you for taking care of my granddaughter.” the old lady was smiling appreciatively as she stared at you. 

that was it. it could’ve been the happy ending to a gruesome and bloody storyline—it should’ve been, family of three reunites again and that was all thanks to you, right?

but even heroes have their own bad endings. 

you heard the ticking of the grenade only seconds before it detonates. the other refugees didn’t even have the time to take cover as some closest to the sealed doors were sent flying so far back they crashed into the row of crates behind you. 

you were severely injured, limping, ribs broken, and you only had one good eye to rely on—yet the first thing you thought of was protecting naeun. maybe the midget had a way of worming herself into your heart. but before you even push yourself off the cot, a figure emerges from the smoke. 

petite and harmless, pretty as the tips of his hair grazed porcelain cheekbones. renjun’s eyes are as cold and calculating as can be and it’s the only thing that terrifies you to no end. when he opens his mouth, anger is hidden well underneath that calm tone. 

“i’ll give you one minute to come here willingly.”

there’s no room for bargain, he needn’t when he knows you have absolutely nothing to offer him but yourself. he doesn’t finish his sentence but he trusts you’re smart enough to figure out the silent threat—come, or he’ll turn this place into a fucking bloodbath. 

cornered and weak, defenseless. weird how they have a fixation for calling you ‘kitty’ when they’re the cats in this chase. 

“naeun,” you whisper, trying to crane your neck to look for her in the filth of rocks and debris. please don’t be hurt.

you freeze when you feel a barrel pointing at your head. it was only there for seconds, haechan probably doesn’t have the guts to hurt you in any way permanently (unless it’s inflicted with his own hands and not through some other medium). 

“ah, look. now we have matching black eyes,” he giggles like a madman, craning your neck up and the leather in his globes brings discomfort to your skin. 

you see the way the other refugees looked at you—scum, dirt on their feet that brought about trouble in their lives. they were already badly hurt as it is and now, this happened? you don’t blame them. 

not one man tried to stand up for you as haechan hauls you up and throws you down on renjun’s feet. your ribs were screaming and you’re cold and so, so afraid. with shaky fingers, you gestured towards the crowd. “just... please, don’t hurt them. they don’t have anything to do with this.”

renjun coos. such a cruel smirk for a pretty face. “aw, such an angel my darling is. always thinking of others instead of her own safety. funny because i don’t think you’ve ever done such a thing for me and haechan, though. i wonder why...”

the latter digs his heel in your injured legs and you scream as black starts to surround the corners of your vision. you tried to crane your neck back, pleading eyes wanting to look at the assaulter but renjun’s calloused hand is gripping your chin too tight.

“should we make a bargain, kitten?”

you stare deep into renjun’s eyes. he knows you don’t have anything left, he can see it in your glassy eyes, too wide and vulnerable. he’s doing this all for show, trying to make you even more desperate and self-aware of your eventual demise.

and you thought haechan was the only cunning one.

“what… what bargain?"

renjun practically gleams in pride. “i’ll let everyone walk free—even your precious little naeun—that’s her name, right? the little girl you’ve been protecting the whole night?—we’ll let her and everyone in this building walk away unharmed. that’s my bargain. you know how those work, right? now, you need to give me something i want.”

forcing you to offer yourself up to them.

what a brutal way to crush your pride.

choice wasn’t an option. if you don’t oblige and choose to run away on your own, they’ll kill them and still hunt you down. you gotta say, it was a tempting bargain that appealed to the sense of heroics in your heart. naturally, you have to choose where there is less blood shed. and as renjun lets go of your chin and lets you look over your shoulder to meet little naeun’s eyes, how she sobbed against her mother’s arms and shook her head and screamed…

“hurry, kitten. i don’t like to be kept waiting.”

you know what needs to be done.

“me. i’ll give you… me.”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎

they stood playing a game of pool in the dead of night. it’s peaceful inside the estate while the city beyond rampaged and burned. they achieved their goal, had finally seen an end to a plan that had been set in motion for years. they’ve succeeded and the broken woman lying on the bed meters from the pool table is proof of their victory. 

“don’t you just love it when an elaborate plan works like clockwork, injun?” he asks, voice like trickling honey as he hits number 9 with the cue ball. 

the other, more petite male, rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree. “oh, please, people like us always triumph, donghyuck. it’s nothing new. although i am surprised that little girl and her so-called “family” played along so well. almost had me fooled.”

“i agree. it's such a shame they had to go.”

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[octoberink]

A Game Of- Part 2

She knew she was awake. Which meant she was alive. For now. Her head throbbed as her brain slowly woke up from it’s forced slumber. Her limbs felt heavy. Her entire body was sore. She remembered everything. The rats. The woods. The giant cat.

She recalled seeing the rats leave as the giant feline had ordered. She had to assume that wherever she was, it was most likely in his clutches. He was probably watching her. Waiting for her to wake up so that he could have the proper chase he wanted. To play with his food before he finally consumed her.

The thought sent shivers up her spine. She suddenly felt the need to survive. To run from this danger she had gotten herself into. The moment her ears twitched, she flinched at the zap of pain in her head. That’s right. Those cruel brutes bashed her into that brick. Twice.

She decided to try and open her eyes. She had to blink a few times to clear her blurry vision. Even then, everything felt distorted. Surreal. The way her body begged her to just rest and stay still. Her head giving her the feeling it was about to implode. And her heart returned to it’s fearful pounding against her chest.

She ignored the way her skull practically screamed when she managed to lift her head. She swayed a bit as she lifted herself up on shaky arms. Her deep blue gaze tried too hard to understand what they were seeing. It was hard to make out. She noticed a wall of fabric to her right. Cushions. They were couch cushions. She was on a massive couch. She glanced around at the enormous living room that expanded before her. It was alarming. Overwhelming at first. But she soon reconciled that she was in a new world of giant felines, after all. Such a place was to be expected.

It was dark outside of the windows. Night had arrived. How long had she been out? The room was lit by a single lamp, and a sweet-smelling candle on a bookshelf next to the window. It brought a soft, warm atmosphere to spite the fear and anxiety she was going through.

She looked down to see she was on a soft pillow. It was enormous. It must be his. At the thought of his smug grin, she felt her stomach roll with dread. She needed to get out of here. She had no idea where he was, but since he wasn’t here at the moment, this was her best shot to escape.

It took a few tries, but she managed to stand on wobbly legs before carefully sliding off of the pillow. She noticed that the floor beneath her feet was also soft. Covered neatly with a giant, thick blanket over the plush cushions. She looked around, unsure of how to leave. Her eye caught sight of a small hole in the trim at the base of one of his walls. She could get through that. No problem. But as much as she wanted to run and jump, her legs wouldn’t let her. She would take a few steps, and simply collapse on her knees as her head swam. She fought off the urge to sleep over and over. The more she did, the more nauseous she felt.

Her body was doing everything in its power to bring her to her doom.

“Stupid body,” she grumbled to herself. Frustration slowly took over the fear she was feeling. “Come on, legs. Work.”

She stood up. And immediately fell to the plush ground, once again. She gave up. She was exhausted. In pain. Afraid. This was her end. How she died. At the hands of a cat. Although, if she were honest with herself, she’d rather have it be like this than tortured for who knows how long only for the rats to kill her anyway. If she was lucky, this cat wouldn’t play with her pathetic self for too long.

She then felt the smallest trembles vibrate the couch beneath her. He was back. This was it. As scared as she was, she just wanted this to be over with. She was tired. And in no mood for his games. Please, end it quickly, she prayed to herself.

“Well, you didn’t get very far,” his voice was laced with amusement.

Her stomach dropped at the way he spoke to her. No sympathy, or concern for her exhausted state. This would be a gruesome death, she was sure of it. She heard him sigh at the same moment the entire world seemed to shake as he casually collapsed on his couch, opposite of her position.

There was a tiny pinch that greeted the end of her tail. Just as she realized what was about to occur, she felt her entire body slowly snake among the blanket beneath her before it disappeared altogether. The height was bad enough, but with the pain that traveled down her tail right to her spine was what truly startled her.

She cried out at the truly bizarre and painful sensation before his enormous face suddenly appeared. Right below her dangling body. She struggled at first, turning every-which-way to get to his fingers that snatched her up, but she knew it was completely pointless. She was hanging over her doom. Her end.

And unfortunately for her, he didn’t seem to be in a rush to eat her. He simply stared, his golden eyes observing her face and eyes. He smirked at her. “So, what’s a little pipsqueak like you doing in my woods?” he murmured. “You got a death wish or something?”

She didn’t know what to say. What could she say? He wouldn’t understand her struggle to survive. To be free. What she would do to keep her people safe. When he moved his arm to get her closer to his face, she squeezed her eyes shut. This was it. It was happening.

“Can’t you talk?” he asked.

She opened her eyes again to see him watching her closely. He cocked a brow at her silence before he hummed.

“They must’ve hit you harder than I thought,” he muttered. “Dirty rats.”

So they agreed on something. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. She nervously swallowed to give him a clear voice. “I h—” she paused to swallow again. “I h-hate them.”

His eyes suddenly lit up at her voice. She didn’t miss the way his large, black pupils dilated a bit as he brought her even closer to his face. The pain in her back was driving her crazy, causing her to struggle a little. The fear churned her gut with worry.

“Well, what do you know,” he smiled. “She can talk. So, tell me something, mousey,” he began. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you about manners?”

Manners? Where was he going with this? Was he going to do her a merciful service and not play with his food? Would he just straight-up eat her like a good-mannered kitty cat? She only continued to stare at him in confusion as he sighed with a playful roll of his eyes.

“I mean,” he shrugged, swaying her world into small circles. “Letting you sleep on my couch is one thing. But saving your life is another. From what I’ve been told, when someone does something nice for you, you say thank you.”

His voice betrayed the teasing tone of his words. He wasn’t being a hundred percent serious. But she could tell he wanted her to say something about his apparent-heroic actions. She felt her confusion melt into a sudden sense of defiance.

“Y-you want me to thank you?” she dared to ask. The look on his smug features didn’t waver. She’d had enough. She was in a ridiculous amount of pain, her head was still swimming, and it didn’t help that she was dangling and swinging over his face. Right over his mouth, in fact. She’d had enough. She wanted him to get angry. To just kill her already. “Why would I thank you for saving my life when you’re just going to eat me anyway?” she bravely raised her voice.

The moment he started laughing, the world around her harshly jerked and twirled with his convulsive movements. She closed her eyes, and tried to ignore the nausea climbing into her belly. When he finally stopped, she looked at him again to see his cheeks glow a soft shade of pink.

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Wow,” he huffed. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time, pipsqueak. Thanks for that. It felt good.” He paused, smirking at her confused expression. “Look, I may get hungry, but I’d never get that hungry.”

She felt the smallest touch of relief, but quickly pushed it away. It wasn’t time for that just yet. “Then, what?” she pressed. Her tail was going numb. “You’re just going to hunt me down and kill me for fun? Throw me up in the air, and watch me break over and over?” she couldn’t stop the words. The fear had shifted from defiance to something new. There was sorrow. A deep heartache that consumed her at how pathetic her existence seemed to this creature. How pointless and meaningless she truly was. Her words continued to overflow as much as the tears that climbed to her eyes. “You’ll just watch me die alone, and in pain? Listen to me cry and beg for mercy?”

Through the blur of her tears she caught the smallest hint of guilt in his golden stare. She reached her hands up to her face to quickly wipe them away, rubbing her eyes as her heart pounded with newfound emotions.

Helpless, she thought. I feel completely and utterly helpless.

“I’m not going to kill you, Mouse.”

She sniffled, removing her shaky hands from her eyes. His expression remained as smug as ever. But his voice had changed. It was soft. Dare she admit, a little reassuring. His gaze was glued to her as he sighed, and lifted a brow at her tears.

“I never know what I’m supposed to do when someone cries,” he went on. “So, please stop.”

She wiped away her remaining tears, feeling pathetic for showing him such weakness. She didn’t even know where all of that came from. It was a brand new feeling for her. A strong one. She tried to put her brave-face back on. “Then, w-what are you going to do to me?”

His smile widened. “Well first,” he started to move again into a seated position. “I’m going to put you down. You’re as red as a tomato.”

She looked down to see his other hand slowly rise up beneath her. He then released her tail, allowing her to plummet into his palm. She slightly struggled to sit up, feeling her back ache from being stuck in that position for so long. The strain on her tail kept it numb for a while. She looked up, feeling alarmed once again by his size. The way he loomed over her. And now she was in his hands. Still at his mercy.

She was lifted to his face so that he could get a closer look. She shied away from his intense stare, backing herself right into his fingers. They slightly curled over her as if to trap her, then bounced back to give her space.

“Now,” he began leaning forward to get comfortable. “I’ve got a few things in mind here. You clearly need protection from those dirty rats. And I could use a roommate.”

Uh oh. A roommate? She didn’t like where this was going. If he wasn’t going to kill her or eat her, then she wanted to find her people. She passed him a look that she hoped would gain his sympathy. “Mr. Cat, that’s very generous of you, but—”

“Jasper,” he corrected. Once again his tone was playful, matching the amused gleam in his golden gaze. “My name is Jasper.”

“Jasper,” she repeated. “I’m sorry. I was on my way to my people. They’re hiding from those rats, and I’m supposed to—” she stopped dead at his face. All amusement had faded. His eyes seeped sorrow and guilt. And his features even turned slightly pale. She didn’t like it at all. Something was wrong. “What?” she whispered. “What is it?”

His golden gaze looked down as he shook his head. His heavy brows furrowed in uncertainty. “After you passed out, another rat showed up to intercept the two that were after you.” His eyes met hers. And she felt her heart break in two at his next words. “He told them that the hideout had been found.”

Her heart stopped. “No...” she breathed in despair. Her mind had gone blank.

“They didn’t leave anyone alive.”

No.

“I’m sorry, Mouse.”

No!

She clutched her aching head and screamed in fury. In sorrow. In loss. It was as if her very heart had shattered in the most painful way possible. Everyone she knew was gone. They had tried so hard. They had worked for so long to finally be free. And now, they’re all gone. Just like that.

And she was alone.

Alive. But alone. She’d rather be dead than be here. Breathing and crying while everyone else was dead. She couldn’t believe it. And for a moment she wondered if this Jasper-guy was lying to her. But what could he possibly gain from doing that? And the look on his face...

No, he had been telling her the truth. She knew that. She could tell.

And she honestly should’ve seen it coming. The rats were smart. Clever. Her people never stood a chance against them. A part of her even wondered if her people were released on purpose. To let the rats hunt. To give them something to do. A challenge.

She shook her head, hoping that their deaths had been quick. That they were all together in a better place than she was. It was all she could hope for in the end. But now she had to figure out what to do with her own life. Where does she go from here? She has nothing. No one.

“Look, uh,” his voice was still soft and gentle. Cautious. “If you need a safe place to stay to process everything, I meant it when I said I could use a roommate.”

She lifted her blue eyes to him. And never once imagined in her lifetime that she would seek some sort of comfort from a cat. She could easily read the sympathy on his face as he watched her sit in his palm and grieve. She needed to figure things out. What to do from here. Where to go.

She gave him a slight nod. “Thank you, Jasper.”

Exhaustion was hitting her again. It was hard to keep her eyes open. Her head was starting to swirl with dizziness. Her head lolled forward before she finally gave in, and laid down in his warm hands. Her cheeks were still wet from her tears, and slightly rosy from being dangled. Her beating heart felt empty at the news of her people’s fate. Would she be next? Could she really trust Jasper to not kill her? Or eat her if he wanted to?

He was a cat after all. Living along here. Cats in that position were known to be easily bored, and always desperate for any kind of excitement.

But he already didn’t seem that way. He looked so relaxed to her. Calm, confident. As if being bored didn’t bother him in the slightest. Like it was something he wanted. That he was happy with. An odd thing to her at first. But she soon wondered if a little boredom was exactly what her life needed for a while.

“What’s your name, mousey?”

The way his quiet voice and warm breath gently washed over her exhausted body finally put her at ease. She mumbled a response as sleep slowly began to consume her.

“What?” he silently breathed.

“Penny,” she whispered. “My name is Penny.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

and there you have it! how Jasper and Penny officially met! these two are so fun to draw and write about!! i hope you all enjoyed this little blurb, more may be on the way, depending on how much time i have lol have a happy sunday! :D

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[kdramaxoxo]

I've been doing a bunch of schoolwork this week so I've just caught up on the last few days of your blog and I had no idea about the Junho kitten thing. I looked it up and I think my heart is still recovering like it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Also you have to tell us what the other overrated kdramas are you can't leave us (me) hanging!! As for YOM the dad terrifies me he literally makes me feel sick every time he comes on the screen and now the kidnapping??

Yes! I remember he found a baby kitten that was dehydrated and starving and took it in I mean, this soft kitty boy has my heart!

Oh man I want to say I can't believe you are asking me about which dramas I think were overrated but I CAN believe it cause: who puts stuff in the tags and then expects no one to read them? This lady right here lol.

Overrated K-Dramas in the last year or two (according to me)

(to be fair I dropped ALL of these so if they improved, I missed that)

I found The King Eternal Monarch to be TERRIBLE. I dropped it right away and none of my mutuals said it ever improved. As far as I can tell, people mostly watched it for Woo Do Hwan which I mean, VALID.

I dropped Start-Up about 4-5 episodes in for just bad writing. It started off interesting and then forgot it was supposed to be about Start Ups. I KNOW most people watched it for Joo Hyuk and Seon-Ho and the ship wars were major. This surprised me because the drama wasn't really good enough for that imo.

Melting Me Softly was just bad because of the writing and also the horrible characters. Another drama I wanted to love because of Ji Chang Wook and Won Jin Ah but it had so many annoying characters and did the ex-girlfriend so dirty. After they showed the kiss scene which turned out to be a fantasy and then she bawls her lonely "old lady" eyes out? NAH.

Memories Of Alhambra started off so strong. Like, I legit loved watching the ML try again and again to beat a level. I was like this show is awesome! But then it decided to make Park Shin Hye's character a useless girl who couldn't do anything? Also, when he puts together a sales contract to buy the property in an unfair manner I was like THIS DUDE SUCKS. I dropped it a few episodes in.

Ok and this is going to sound insane and if I say it I feel like I might alienate myself... Here goes:

Doom at Your Service is overrated. Listen, I'm not saying it's bad and I'm still watching it because it is growing on me. But I think it is very overhyped because of the cast (I do not blame people at all!) and I definitely feel like the story telling is lacking. I know these actors and they are AMAZING and I want to love it! But it feels stiff, the storytelling is a little off and the feels are unearned at this point.

*waits for people to @ me about DAYS (hopefully no one read this far ;-) *

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KOREAN.

+ Hospital Playlist 2 (2021)(6/17-) ~ Airing. ★★★★☆

I am so happy to have the gang back for a second season. These first couple episodes have been so good and funny. The ensemble cast really brings to life the feelings and emotions of a close knit group of friends. It’s absolutely heart warming.

+ Nevertheless (2021)(6/19-) ~ Airing. ★★★★★

I am so intrigued by this drama so far. The pilot did a great job with setting up the two main characters' story arcs. Song Kang is brimming with this mysterious quality that fills each scene he’s in.

+ My Roommate is a Gumiho (2021)(6/3-) ~ Airing. ★★☆☆☆

It is always nice to have a fluff drama. I have to say that Jang Ki Yong is so easy on the eyes in this drama. Initially, I was worried about Hyeri. I am not a huge fan of her dramas, but here her character is cute and likable.

+ Monthly Magazine Home (2021)(6/16-) ~ Airing. ★★☆☆☆

So far I haven’t seen anything that really blows me out of the water, but I am happy to see Jung So Min back on the small screen. I haven’t watched anything of her’s since The Smile Has Left Your Eyes.

JAPANESE.

+ Daifugou Doushin 2 (2021)(6/6-) ~ Airing. ★★★☆☆

I am so enjoying the second season of this show. Yamaki Unokichi is such a dear. I love how the second season introduces this body double quality. The way Nakamura Hayato brings both characters to life is entertaining.

Dropped.

Penthouse 3: War in Life (2021)(s3)(6/4-)

Plan to Watch.

The Devil's Justice (2021)

Kingdom:  Ashin of the North (2021)

Completed.

Sweet & Sour (2021)(6/5)(5/10)

Youth of May (2021)(6/4-6/8)(9/10) ♥

18 Again (2020)(6/9-6/12)(8/10) ♥

Rurouni Kenshin (2021)(6/18)(8/10) ♥

Mad for Each Other (2021)(5/31-6/21)(4/10)

Mine (2021)(5/8-6/28)(6/10)

Time to Hunt (2020)(6/28)(7/10)

Colorful Love: Genderless Danshi ni Aisareteimasu (2021)(6/22-6/28)(5/10)

Doom at Your Service (2021)(5/10-6/29)(5/10)

Western Things I Watched.

The Half of It (2020)(6/2)(6/10)

Bo Burnham: Inside (2021)(6/5)(7/10)

Kim's Convenience (2021)(s5)(6/2-6/6)(7/10)

Disclosure: Trans Lives on Screen (2020)(6/6)(7/10)

Kitty Love: An Homage to Cats (2021)(6/6)(3/10)

Pose (2021)(s3)(5/8-6/7)(5/10)

In the Heights (2021)(6/14)(8/10) ♥

Tuca & Bertie (2019)(s1)(6/14-6/15)(9/10) ↻

United Shades of America (2021)(s6)(6/20-6/21)(8/10) ♥

Luca (2021)(6/21)(7/10)

Raya and the Last Dragon (2021)(6/22)(8/10) ♥

The Ice Road (2021)(6/26)(3/10)

Good on Paper (2021)(6/27)(6/10)

Sex/Life (2021)(6/28-6/29)(6/10)

#drama status #currently watching #hospital playlist #my roommate is a gumiho #monthly magazine home #nevertheless #daifugou doushin

[medievalraven]

🍓(boost my ego or rip my puns apart💚)

omg salma!!!!!! okay yes - i will gladly shower you with compliments and here is a list of all the things that i like about you:

you are an extremely kind person who always treats others with respect and positivity

you're also secretly funny (even with those puns)

you put your heart into everything you do - whether it's your gifs, your writing, or just your conversations and it's always brings a smile to my face to see you so excited about things

and on a similar vein - you are so talented. SO TALENTED. every single time i read one of your fics or see one of your gifsets i am blown away by the care and skill that you have. it is awe inspiring and i hope you're just as proud of that stuff as i am

you're incredibly thoughtful???? i mean how many people would organize an entire fandom gift exchange event????

you have the most adorable kitty cat and i know you're an incredible pet owner

you're also very easy to peer-pressure and i hope one day you actually watch doom at your service lolol

ummmm - besides that i love chatting with you and just you in general. you're a very warm person and your presence in general is just appreciated beyond anything you'll ever know.

send me a 🍓 and i'll compliment you

#asks #i feel like i'm so bad at compliments tbh #but salma is amazing #and i'm in awe of her #for realz

[dr-pepper-cherry]

The Outlaws

In the late 1800s, the events of the Civil War had left America in a less than civil state. Gangs popped up all over the west, from Billy The Kid’s Rustlers to the infamous James-Younger gang.

But lost to the recesses of history is the simply named group known as The Outlaws.

Former members of the Innocents, these seven individuals escaped the clutches of the Vigilante Committee that had hanged their leader, Henry Plummer. Without the advantage of numbers they once had, they were forced to rely on stealth and disguise to tackle their new scores.

But surprisingly, they found this method more beneficial than they did working with the Innocents. Trains were robbed, banks were picked clean and entire shipments of gold would disappear overnight with such delicate precision, no one even noticed they were being robbed until it was too late. And should a problem occur and blood was forced to be shed, they had no issue spilling it. With the mass amounts of money they collected and the twenty steps they had above the law, they would’ve made criminal history.

If it wasn’t for one misfired bullet.

When Johnny Harlan shot and killed Josiah McGrath and separated the group in an attempt to escape justice, little did he know he had inadvertently created one of the most terrifying gunslingers in all the west.

And that gunslinger, cloaked in red, was coming for him.

(Deadeye backstory, yay.)

Bill O'Malley, AKA “Buffalo”

The group’s muscle and strongman, Buffalo was often brought along to carry safes and gold bars out of their raids with as little noise as possible. Armed with a mighty axe and possessing incredible strength, he would’ve been a great challenge to the sixteen-year-old Cyrus McGrath.

If it wasn’t for his crippling addiction towards liquor.

The Buffalo’s love for whiskey, bourbon and everything else that’d keep him drunk was what kept him from leaving his favorite bar in Astoria, Oregon and Cyrus’s first step towards his path of vengeance. Using the money left by his father, he kept Buffalo talking with every bottle of booze. Cyrus kept buying drinks until Buffalo had ran out of things to say that were at least coherent. He waited until the strongman lifted his mug for another drink before shooting him right through the throat. As the patrons began screaming and running to the door, Cyrus fired another shot into Bill, one between his eyes.

He was the first of the soon to be many people that would fall to Cyrus McGrath.

Lucius “Luke” Winchester, AKA “Rabbit”

The Old Ship Saloon in the bustling city of San Francisco, California was often the prowling ground for gamblers and card sharks alike. Folks from all walks of life would saunter into this fine establishment, ready to test their luck and make their fortune.

And no man was better at this lifestyle than Luke Winchester, known to the criminal underworld as Rabbit.

Rabbit was the Outlaw’s lucky charm. Whether it’s a high stakes tournament game of poker or a simple need for the charismatic gentleman, the group would all turn their heads to the white-suited man.

But luck was not with him the day Cyrus McGrath walked into the saloon.

The eighteen-year-old boy seemed to be spare change for the master gambler but accepted the boy’s place at the table as the man was rather incompetent at games of luck.

Round after round, the gunslinger continued dealing bad hands and terrible moves that were completely ridiculous.

By the end of the game, Rabbit was staring at $300 on the table with such unbridled glee, he wasn’t even attempting to hold back his smug nature.

Because the gunslinger was such a good sport, Luke offered $50 for a ride home, which he thought was a rather generous notion. But the gunslinger shook his head and asked for a different consolation prize.

“Your life.”

And before Luke could react to those words, Cyrus spun around with a revolver in his hand and fired a round right between Luke’s eyes.

The people only looked on in fear as Cyrus began walking out the door, watching from the corner of his eyes as Luke fell upon the table, still clutching his bloody cards of two eights and a pair of aces.

Miss Katherine “Kitty” Jezebel, AKA “Cat”

The Storyville district of New Orleans, Louisiana is where all manner of sin was once practiced. Drugs and pickpockets were plentiful on those roads but the most frequent vice were the brothels that lined those streets more than homes and businesses. It’s mostly abandoned nowadays but back then, if you had the money, the workers in those districts were all the more happy to make your story a whole lot happier. But one of those businesses would be the center of a tragic tale.

Miss Katherine Jezebel, or The Cat, was once the thief & seductress of the Outlaws. When charm, grace and the promise of a one night stand was needed, she would slip in and out of any bank or train with the loot in her arms and a lot of explaining to do for the guards.

But when she wasn’t the master thief, she went by Miss Kitty, the rather gracious owner of the once luxurious Rose Garden brothel. Like other brothels owners, she was rather sweet on those who took to this way of life. Her girls were paid well, she’d never turn away anyone looking for work and any creeps or perverts who wanted a free showing were dealt with a warning shot. 

But Miss Kitty often found disappointment in her business as her girls were always chosen instead of herself. For Kitty, the only people who’d come looking for her were rather out of touch aristocrats and very dull city officials. The same expected people and the same group of customers had grown irritable over the years with the same expected results: boring and unsatisfying.

So in 1896, when her latest client wasn’t some stuffed up aristocrat but rather a twenty-year-old stranger in red, she didn’t feel the need to turn him away. While he wasn’t the epitome of handsome or mannered, his rugged appearance, mysterious and dangerous style and interest in her skills certainly had her attention. When he asked for her “service”, she brought the man upstairs and proceed with their “business”.

But unfortunately for Katherine, The Stranger In Red was more interested in revenge as she found out a little too late when he pulled a gun on her.

Katherine’s death would not go unnoticed as many of her former clients set warrants out for who the presses were calling “The Reaper In Red” with a few of her old flames picking up their pistol belt to avenge their lost love. Despite their efforts, the gunslinger shot through anyone standing in his way of vengeance and it wasn’t long before the marshes of Louisiana were long behind him.

Oswalt Dillinger, AKA “Vulture”

Before it’s closing in 1953, the Howard Athenaeum was one of the finest theatres in Boston, Massachusetts. Shakespearean plays were performed, symphonies were orchestrated and actors of all sorts made the first big break in those applauding halls. And no member of the audience was more frequent than Oswalt Dillinger.

To the public eye, Oswalt Dillinger was a renowned surgeon of unmatchable talent. His skills with a scalpel were greatly respected and had caused the “good” doctor to earn quite a mass amount of wealth that he used on charities, doctoral supplies and, his personal favorite, theatrical art. His love for the shows on stage had always brought him to the theater’s finest performances and it wasn’t surprising to find him at his box watching the event in glee.

But unbeknownst to the world, Oswalt was only a disguise. His real name had been lost to history but his alias, The Vulture, had lived on as a symbol many of the law could never catch. Appointed by the Outlaws as their personal doctor, he also made work as their contact with the black market. Whether it was a “spare” case of opium or a deceased patient’s internal organs, the doctor would trade these items for information on potential targets to rob. With a connection to a market where anything and everything had a price, the gang flourished in the trade, with him to thank as their sole supplier 

But that was before the Reaper In Red.

By the 1890s, tales of The Reaper in Red and his vengeful crusade had been spread across America like wildfire. Paperbacks recounted the horrific stories of all who got in his way, regardless if they were lawmen or bandits. And the Vulture’s fears of the gunslinger were properly founded as three of his former colleagues were dead and buried in shallow graves. He hired bodyguards and mercenaries aplenty to watch his home at all hours, kept a squadron of four heavily armed guards with him whenever he ventured outside and kept his wits and derringer on him at every hour, regardless of laws or relative safety. The only place he lowered his guard was at his box in the Howard Athenaeum. Little did he know that the very box he considered the safest place on earth is where his doom would be waiting.

On March 15th, 1898, near the end of the Howard Athenaeum’s play of Macbeth, his viewing was interrupted by a sudden tapping on the door behind him. Despite his best efforts to focus back on the play, the knocks on the door continued on and on with aggravating frequency. Soon, he had enough and flung the door open to the ghastly sight of The Reaper in Red staring right back at him, with a horrific grin on his face and a Colt Single Action in his hands.

The audience’s attention quickly drew towards the booth when the blast of gunsmoke shot the Vulture out of the booth and into the audience below. As the people began panicking and racing from their seats, Cyrus only grinned at the trademark hole between the eyes.

César de la Rosa Clodoveo, AKA “Coyote”

By the beginning of the 20th century, stories about The Reaper In Red were abundant not just in the United States but in Mexico as well. Tales about bandits and lawmen falling at the hands of this mysterious gunslinger had managed to strike fear into the hearts of every man, woman, and child.

But César de la Rosa Clodoveo, mayor and sheriff of the Guadalupe, Chihuahua, only laughed at these ridiculous fairy tales.

Formally known as The Coyote to the Outlaws, César was the team’s main line for destruction and combat. Should a heist start going south or blood had to be spilled, it wouldn’t be long before his signature cackle would be echoing through the gunsmoke. With twin double-barreled shotguns and a passion for all things explosive, a simple job would turn into a massacre with him at the helm.

But his love for violence was only overshadowed by his love of his hometown. The beautiful streets of Guadalupe were once a place of warmth and welcome before the U.S Army invaded the town and drafted him into their ranks. Being rescued by the Innocents gang, he stuck with the newly found Outlaws until they were forced into hiding, where he returned back to his hometown and thanked the governor who sent him off by drawing out a double-barreled shotgun and firing both shells into the officer’s face. With the loss of their leader and a skilled combatant tearing through their ranks, the army retreated back across the border. With a rather unanimous election, César de la Rosa Clodoveo took charge of his hometown and remained in control for five years.

Until The Reaper In Red strolled into the city’s walls.

César was furious for what this man had done to those he considered friends. Four of his greatest allies were buried in shallow graves and their murderer stands at the center of his city. Determined to see his would-be killer hanging in the town’s square, he locked down the city’s gates and arranged a posse to aid in a shootout against the gunslinger.

But despite the advantage of numbers and even wounding the unbeatable gunslinger, all members of César’s posse would end up lying on the cobblestone with blood pouring from their bodies. And as The Reaper In Red approached the dying leader of this once secured town, César could do little else besides cuss out the American before the sound of a gunshot echoed once more through the blood-stained streets.

The Reaper In Red’s actions left the town in a chaotic state of affairs and by the end of the 20th century, the town would be abandoned and forgotten to the ever-shifting sands of the Chihuahuan Desert.

Graham McKendrick, AKA “Hawk”

When the incredibly violent stories of The Reaper In Red started spreading across the United States, most of the Outlaws went into hiding. Despite their best efforts to vanish into the civilian lifestyle, it didn’t matter as a man in red would soon arrive at their doorstep and the next time their name was spoken, it would be in the obituaries.

But, surprisingly enough, the one member of the Outlaws who survived the longest wasn’t hiding from The Reaper In Red, but rather was chasing after him.

While Graham Mckenrick was running with the Outlaws as their greatest gunfighter, he found the group a rather dull bunch as every heist they pulled required as little bloodshed as possible. Even though his eyesight was similar to the bird whose alias he took up, Hawk’s talent with a rifle was rarely utilized by the group and often made him restless, even with his take from a heist. So when the gang was called to lie low, Graham chose to take his disappearance a step further and ditched his old crew behind.

While the rest of the Outlaws attempted to hide into normal and everyday lives, Graham chose to make his name as a notorious bounty hunter. Taking in the dead for a profit, Graham’s interest in the challenge and the cash quickly grew unquenchable…and unsatiable. His skills with firearms were on the same level as the west’s greatest gunslingers and it wasn’t often he found a challenge against any wannabe gunfighter.

That was until he drew against The Reaper in Red.

Fourteen years ago, Graham encountered the man at a bar in San Francisco, back when the stranger was once eighteen. The stranger was already wanted for the death of Bill O'Malley was sought by the bounty hunter for a quick buck. But before he could even draw his gun out of his holster, the gunslinger spun around and shot off the bounty hunter’s thumb. For the first time in forty years, Graham Mckenrick lost a fight. And for some odd reason, he wasn’t upset about it. If anything, he was downright excited to fight the stranger again.

Since that fateful night, Graham became obsessed with the only person who’s beaten him, so much so that he took up a new wardrobe similar to The Reaper’s outfit with the only difference being a brown duster in place of a red poncho. Despite the dangers, Graham pursued his “rival” with caution tossed to the wind and a crazed look in his eyes. But every time he came to his target’s last known location, The Reaper was already gone.

Graham attempted to track down The Reaper in Red time and time again but always found a dead-end or body in place of his quarry. For sixteen years, Graham ran himself ragged in his search for the gunslinger. It wasn’t helpful that his former “colleagues” were dropping like flies to The Reaper in Red.

That’s when it hit him. These murders weren’t coincidental. They were planned. This man was hunting down the Outlaws. A gang he was once apart of.

Picking up his former title, Hawk spread his name all across the west, anticipating his showdown with The Reaper in Red. He ran through town after town, practically shouting his involvement with the gang from every corner of the United States.

Until, finally, his wish was granted in 1904 when he walked from the safety of the Lyon House Hotel in Springfield, Missouri and found The Reaper in Red waiting for him outside. With a wicked grin, Graham readied a hand over his revolver, determined to give these folks another shootout that would go down in history.

But he had underestimated Cyrus’s skills with a gun as he had hardly cleared leather before a gunshot echoed throughout the city streets. With Graham’s death, Cyrus rode west to Arizona, where his final challenge awaited.

Johnny Harlan, AKA “Rattlesnake”

Northwest of Tombstone, Arizona, a small shack laid dormant in the sand-swept winds of the Chihuahuan Desert. This shack was the home of one resident that never sought company.

Until today.

Cyrus McGrath had achieved the impossible. He survived the untamed American West. He won his battles against every lawman and bandit that dared set themselves in his way. Every person involved in his father’s death was long since buried. His vengeance was almost complete.

There was just one more life he had to take.

His boots slammed down on the old and rickety porch of what he suspected to be his last life to take. As he hovered a hand over his revolver, he knocked on the door and waited to greet his last target.

And he waited.

And waited some more. 

Until he got tired of waiting for the occupant and invited himself inside.    

As the old door flew open with a hefty kick, his eyes drew themselves to the back of the room, where the shadows of the setting sun did little to hide the man who ruined his life, sitting in a shoddily made chair. But it wasn’t a gun in the dark that greeted Cyrus. Nor a plea for mercy.

But a cold, unnerving silence  

He kept his six-gun on the old traitor, staring him down with hatred in his eyes, convinced that the moment he looked away would cause the outlaw to open fire or leap from his chair. 

But all his suspicions and malice seemed to vanish the moment he placed a hand around his throat.

And found him cold as the grave.   

He didn’t want to believe it. He refused to. Not after everything he’s done, he didn’t want to believe it was all for nothing.

But the truth was plain to see. Johnny Harlan was dead.

His confusion was only added when his eyes had drifted to the bed in the corner. On the mattress was a shovel, a pickaxe and a letter addressed to a name he hadn’t used in quite some time.

Cyrus,

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for a lot of things but this is what I regret most.

You’re probably pissed as all hell will allow, with you standing above a dead body and all.

Well, I wasn’t planning on up and dying but it wasn’t like I had a choice.

Doc said the old heart’s getting weaker.

I’m hoping for the best but he’s saying to get a will ready.

Had a lot of time to think lately.

You tend to do that knowing you can’t even fight your killer.

But I guess it doesn’t matter.

I knew I wasn’t long for this world the moment I saw your face on the posters.

I saw right then and there the look of a determined man.

Someone who will get his revenge.

But I don’t blame you.

I’m in no position to do anyway.

And I’ll take the blame down to Hell and back.

But do a dying man a favor.

Get out while you can.

Josiah wouldn’t want you to be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.

I don’t want you doing that.

And you won’t have to.

Underneath these floorboards is $200,000 in gold.

It’s yours.

I don’t need it anymore.

Use it to pay off your bounty.

Use it to go back home.

I’m sorry.

Johnny

Cyrus looked at the chair that was Harlan’s resting place. Next to it lied a pickaxe and a shovel. He took both and went outside.

Hours later, he went back in and picked up Harlan.

It took a while for Cyrus to dig everything up but Harlan spoke the truth in his final words. Two hundred thousand. All in gold.

As he saddled the bags to his ragged horse, he gave one last look towards the makeshift grave that read Harlan’s name. With a sigh of content, he rode north to Montana and The Reaper in Red was never heard of again.

———————————————‐——————————–

And so, like many other gunslingers and bandits who once roamed the wild west, all that was left of the once-mighty gang are a bunch of stories only told by the wind and a decent enough tombstone etched with their name. Their legacy remains lost to history, forgotten and never spoken about again.

So where are they now? What became of the would-be legendary gang that now took their afterlives in the form of the animal they were in life?

Bill O'Malley has since lived away from the life of a bar fly and found a comfortable job doing what he does best: beating up people for money. Currently the heavyweight boxing champion of Hell, he has since lived his afterlife with a sense of clarity and hasn't touched the bottle in a hundred years.

Luke Winchester continues to live his life as a professional gambler, happily wasting away his afterlife in high stakes games of poker. He would’ve hit big leagues by now if it wasn’t for the telltale twitch of his whiskers and his glances around the table at the sight of an eight or a pair of aces.

Katherine Jezebel operates a brothel in Pentagram City but has since practiced a life of celibacy for herself. She strictly enforces a no firearm policy, save for the Schofield she keeps under her pillow.

Oswalt Dillinger still frequently returns to the opera houses and theatres of Hell. Although his request for a solid iron door with a peephole added to his box is rather odd to the owners of said theaters, he has enough money for them to just give him what he wants.

César de la Rosa Clodoveo hit the ground running and took over a small city where a tyrant once ruled with little more than his two bare hands. Now known as La Puerta de Hierro, the city lies as the safest place in Hell, as long as you listen to the town’s mayor and sheriff.

Graham Mckenrick refused to take his death with pride. Roaming the afterlife as a bounty hunter, the hawk relentlessly continues his pursuit over the man who killed him all those years ago.

And Harlan? No one knows what happened to the Rattlesnake of the Guilty. Some say his punishment was pardoned and he spends his life up in Heaven. Some say he’s long since dead, a victim of the yearly purges.

But little do the people know, there lies a bar far, far out of Pentagram City, where The American Venom is run by a simple serpent known only as Rattle, who says his place in the tale is only coincidental.

But to anyone who looks in the locked chest that sits underneath the bar, a rather exquisite gun belt lies with two double-action revolvers, waiting to be used once more. Black leather-wrapped with floral stitching, the most unique feature of the belt is the silver buckle that lies engraved with two initials.

J.H

#The Outlaws #HHOC #hazbin hotel oc #backstory #Bill O'Malley #Luke Winchester #Kitty Jezebel #Oswalt Dillinger #César de la Rosa Clodoveo #Graham Mckenrick #Johnny Harlan #long reads

[asoexpert]

Want to be One of The Best App Companies? Then Seek ASO Expert Help!

After an app enters into the app stores, the journey gets more difficult. The prime concern of app developers at this stage is to get their app as much attention as possible. To achieve this end goal, they must tie-up with any of the top app store optimization agencies . If you are ignorant of ASO, we will tell you what it exactly is.

The best app companies may have top-notch apps in their kitty. But, having a qualitative app isn’t sufficient to get people to use it. You need to invest a considerable amount of time and energy to get your app to float in the app stores. That is, letting people know of your app’s existence would be your only target before thinking about driving sales.

This is when ASO enters. App store optimization includes a set of strategies that you employ to raise your app’s visibility on the app stores. These methods are critical for your app’s success. However, if you are thinking, can we gather an in-house team to perform ASO? We have the answer for you – if you aren’t quite sure about how to go ahead with it, it would be best if you drop the plan and get in touch with ASO experts.

Why to ally with an ASO agency?

You need to partner with an external ASO agency in delhi  as they are experienced; they have the expertise and sophisticated tools to monitor, analyze, and generate reports. To cut down costs in case you compromise on the quality of ASO operations, then your app may be in for doom. We would always suggest leaving the job to the domain specialists to avert negative results.

These app store optimization agencies constantly observe your app’s metadata fields and optimize them to stay relevant to the current trends and user requisites. The most important parts are text and visual optimization. In the textual part, they take care of the keywords and search queries in the app’s semantic core. Plus, they implement these highly essential words in the title field, short description, long description, and other places that are visible in the search results.

In the visual optimization part, these experts help you get the best screenshots, preview videos to entice the users. The best visuals always stand apart and would throw light on distinctive features that describe your app. They not only focus on your app, but they persistently monitor what your competitors are up to. Without this knowledge, it would be tough to gain momentum in the vast app stores.

Additionally, ASO teams monitor…

They have an eye on the top brands, contemporaries, and the new entrants on the block. Do you think you have enough resources to tackle your own app and also watch other players on the field? If you are doubtful of it, then you need to take refuge in the app store optimization agencies. Instead of investing in a huge process like this and experimenting with it on your app, you could take the help of the experts who are there already. It would be more economical for your company too.

The best app companies are built with the aid of brilliant strategies. If you don’t want to lose out in the app business with all your trial-and-error activities, then buy the services of a promising ASO expert who helps your app in getting to the desired top ranking!

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Mac's harassing Sarah and they're doing it because she's telling people about the story and the plan and Sarah saying why don't you f*** off you got huge miles you're telling people yourself with a huge a****** attitude everyone investigates you and gets real Intel that's what I found out how did anybody's moving because they all have this plan we believe her it's not entirely true but they believe they're here and left the cops went after them so they're trying to kidnap that woman I said we know all sudden it says you're on their side I said you just so brilliant and observant I have to hire you to watch this headstone from below and make sure it doesn't move do you get my gist yet your fagger in my country go back to britain a cike. So he says we don't have any time to sit here and ruin everything to yell at people so you write something to order on Sarah to kill her and he rents an order on him to kidnap him so I'm running in order to kidnap you I'm sending it to mine and we're going to grab you little sissy that's crying I can't stand it I said well you shut your mouth you're like a f****** baby you tell everybody everything then you bother the s*** out of them so they shoot you in the f****** head you're a f****** in great piece of s*** instead of swearing so you leave me alone I said you get the f*** out of my life or you're dead meat I'm putting a hit on you and it's real. So we see his reaction he's suddenly going after you he's trying to put a hit on you and you won't I'll send his hearing on the street there's a ton of money on him and he's starting to realize something he's a f****** fruit and he went way over the edge and it keeps doing it every day every day over and over you're over the edge every single day there's a device in your head the electrify it and boom your head comes off I'm telling you to f*** off cuz we know about it and we can do it to you and regrow your puny head they can't

So now he's turning mean and is going over the edge and it's going to cut Trump's fuel off it's like wow he says look at that the little girl's going to try and do his job so if running around being a f****** f** and inciting violence against all his what a f****** little girl

You say this that's exactly what's going on it takes so much dander to get you to do even your job that you just like a****** running around asking for it from everyone just to get you to do something stupid and simple so we threw you away we're not going to listen to you we're going to get rid of you and do what we want and soon you're going to find out that your stupid flamboyance and your idiot mouth has gotten you in trouble with the foreigners and a massive Army is a massing to take care of you and your stupid plan that you refuse to run without being a huge massive piss boy and pissing and everyone's face

Thor Freya

It's absolutely true I'm running around pissing and everyone's faces telling everybody off screwing around them being mean getting the wrong message across millions of times and everyone's taking out on me and I have this huge plan that's ruined because of it cuz of this idiot's body so to me then it won't take off because had it done so the foreigners don't know anything I mean it is just a freaking nightmare you people don't do s*** you Max are lazy as hell now you're running me around like this doll and everybody knows what's going on so we're going to get screwed you won't do your jobs I tell you to do your jobs and you won't so I'm taking the order off him and he says it's up to mind who are watching you to take your order off you and you have to talk to him for like 20 days to figure it out cuz we're professionals yeah so I figured out something there's a hit on me from him we're doomed I'll die everyone around me will die I see it all the time so I'm going to wake up to it Thor's telling you what it is he says he took it off but now it's time to learn something he's into vaporizing people and that's what he does for a living he does it all the time he was born doing it we expect him to sit there and be this little kitty and go meow thank you you're nuts you people are nuts lip service all day and night and then stop home all day and night I can't even take it and you idiots are the ones doing it I thought you're not to you're stupid these fours are all over as s*** go look at the northern border in the Southeast as this huge army's amassing

Mac

And furthermore Trump you're this a****** in the way he won't do anything that we're doing and you won't let us in either and you have to be brought out of the way and these foreigners are going to clobber you anyways you're a s******* falling for it Jesus Christ you're miserable

Mac daddy

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