#which is why it looks so strange but art takes after the artist

[cornfieldcryptiid]

hi yeah so i got one of @narcissistcookbook's shirts and decided to switch the sleeves out and put a bunch of their lyrics on the new ones for the extra vibes

#the narcissist cookbook #embroidery #cant believe i own the coolest tnc shirt on the planet #/j mostly #this took like two weeks #also my hand is kinda tingly now but its probably fine #ive never embroidered once in my life #which is why it looks so strange but art takes after the artist #how many tags are acceptable here #ive never used tumblr this shit is scary

[petday]

whats little magic?

It is a puzzle game for the Super Famicom and Game Boy Color video game systems. I like the Game Boy Color game much more for its art direction, and it's also just more fun for me to play with the 'bubble magic' mechanic in that version. I wrote more about my enjoyment below, in case anyone is curious.

The game’s box art is very beautiful, right? It caught my eye right away. The in-game 'cutscene' artwork appears to be carefully-made pixel art versions of the same artist's illustrations and they are similarly beautiful. (Sorry in advance if my photograph quality is not great.)

But the actual levels themselves look very haphazard. Clashing colors and tiles. It's easy enough to guess that a blue tile next to a white tile represents water and snow, respectively, but what does the yellow cluster-of-boxes tile represent? Yellow bricks of a tower…? How about the spike-y objects in the snow-water levels? I guessed they were underwater mines, but then there's the same tile in a later level too, just palette-swapped to be red… The two monochrome tiles in the third picture above teleports your character, but it has a two-frame animation that made me think of an ‘industrial grinder’ and ‘static noise’, so I assumed it was dangerous at first. Was it intended to be nondescript ‘sparkly magic’? Where are all of these levels taking place, anyway? No other humans are in these areas, just various animals and vague environmental indicators. There are cute snakes in some ‘yellow brick’ levels that end your life upon touching them. Seems irresponsible for a teacher to allow her student into perilous areas, no matter how eager she is to pass her final exam at magic school and become a magician.

Oh, I should explain the story. (None of the above photos are in sequence, just wanted to show more of the game.) The story is about a girl who attends magic school, and aims to pass a series of tests to become a full-fledged magician. Her teacher encourages her. The lack of explanation in the story is another fun point for me. Her magic teacher doesn't explain why 'learning magic' consists of pushing a heart into a heart-shaped hole that triggers a staircase to appear, which is what you need to do to complete each level. (It’s a beating heart – is it alive?) No explanation as to why snakes end your life instantly upon touching them. The context of 'because you want to pass your exams, a teacher is putting you through trials to help you become a master of magic’ isn’t an adequate explanation, because the teacher also tells you that she has not passed the final exam - why is a teacher putting a student through something that is too difficult even for herself? Who is in control of all of the strange areas you need to ‘complete’ in order to become a real magician, then? (After you complete the game with the student, you can play a different set of levels as the teacher, but even the usual sparse context-giving ‘cutscenes’ are not there… Mysterious…)

So, all of that is why my drawing about ‘Little Magic’ is about ‘confusion’, ‘going along with something that makes sense at first, but quickly unravels to not make sense any longer’, ‘growing distrust of authoritative figures’, and ‘frustration from stagnation.’ https://petday.tumblr.com/post/730315736066768896

Maybe the instruction booklet explains everything; I did not have access to that while playing, and I like that feeling. ‘Renting a game from a video game rental store that did not come with an instruction booklet, and being perplexed by it, forced to create your own context because you have nothing else’ feeling. Randomly selecting games to play that do not have much documentation online is enjoyable to me, because of that feeling.

A fan translation group translated the Game Boy Color game from Japanese to English in 2018. There wasn't a lot of dialogue in the first place, though. I like games where there is little to no dialogue because one can imagine a story/context besides what is shown. Up until 2022, I could not find a solution for the teacher’s final puzzle, so I interpreted the ending of the game’s story as, ‘The magic teacher thought she could harness a type of magic far stronger than what she could handle, accidentally designed an impossible puzzle for herself and is trapped for eternity.’ Of course, the puzzle has a solution, but I wanted to honour my strange interpretation regardless. When I play games and have weird interpretations of them, I am definitely not saying, 'I bet this is what the people who worked on this game were thinking!' I dislike that attitude. It's just imaginative interpretation, and working with the odd way I interact with things in order to maximize fun for myself…

A part about old games that I also love, is that they can never be updated; they had one chance to release a finished game, and maybe another chance to fix glitches in a re-release if they sold very many copies the first time. I greatly enjoyed the ‘imperfect’ tilesets and abrupt feeling of this game, which might have been ‘improved’ in a patch if it had been released in recent years instead of 1999.

(I wasn’t sure where to include this point, but I must also say, my favourite YouTube comments are about someone’s unusual interpretations of a game, when they did not have access to a guide at the time. I read one recently – the comment author and their brother rented ‘Final Fantasy IV’ from a rental store, and they did not know about the ‘Poison’ status effect that depletes the characters health. There is a strange pixelation effect and a ringing sound when you walk around the overworld while poisoned. Because the save file they were playing from was during a point of the game where you visit the moon, and because of the unfamiliar visual and sound effect, they interpreted the ‘Poison’ status effect as, “The moon must be running out of air.” Things like that are beautiful to me.)

(I also wasn’t sure where to put this point, but the main character, May, from ‘Little Magic’, is stylized differently in some ‘cutscenes’. She resembles a dragon to me. It’s cute.)

#long post

[qiupachups]

hobie brown

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 🎸💭

contents: general hcs, london based hobes bc i live there

a/n: my wife! the picture above is ‘stay close to me— omega sessions’ by bad brains (super cute song and so hobie)

When he’s not playing shows, antagonising fascists, or staging unpermitted political action slash performance art pieces— Hobie takes care of his garden. There’s just about anything growing on his canal boat that can survive London.

It’s fun just like him! He can repurpose whatever he finds into a planter, which includes old Henry Hoovers.

Most things we take for granted are ridiculously scarce in his world, like running hot water. Not wanting to waste this luxury, Hobie developed the skill of taking extremely fast showers.

Sometimes it feels like he steps in and comes straight out. It’s a little unnerving.

Once a month, Hobie does a super deep clean of his canal boat. He finds all sorts of inter-dimensional trash he’s collected over the weeks. After heaving it off the deck, you swear the boat groaned in relief.

Where does it all go? Miguel’s dimension, of course. The man didn’t have to guess the mystery fly-tipper when he saw the bags flickering through the colour spectrum. In Hobie’s defence, the waste disposal system is better in Earth-98.

If you hadn’t realised yet, Hobie is a methodical and thoughtful spidey. He plans for the best times to grow his produce and harvests them at the perfect time (not always since he’s usually… busy).

After freezing or preserving the amount he needs, he gives the rest to his community. So, expect some strawberry jam materialising at your doorstep.

For as longer as he remembers, Hobie could always cook. There was never a time he didn’t help feed his community or volunteer at F.E.A.S.T— even with his responsibilities post spider-bite.

In Hobie’s eyes, there’s nothing better than a good home-cooked meal. He can make something (amazing) from nothing so you can trust him even when it feels like there’s just dust left in the cupboard.

Multiple spideys can agree that Hobie’s singing isn’t the best. When Gwendy gave him a very forced smile, it only broke his heart a little. The face of Hobie’s idol basically admitting his singing sucks isn’t a big deal. Duh. He’s a big girl— he can handle that…

Thankfully, playing his MaryJane (guitar) more than makes up for it. If he’s not using it to torment police, he’ll make the best damn art that’s gonna stick in your head rent free.

With at least eleven piercings and counting, the dos and don’ts of them are like second nature to Hobie. That’s only eleven we can see— who knows how many more he has hidden? Without a doubt, there’ll be more to come.

Instead of getting blood poisoning from Claires or judged by a pretentious tattoo artist, go to Hobie. He’ll refuse payment but he wouldn’t turn down a drink.

Hobie isn’t called the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man for nothing. His genuine (almost violent) care for his community has earned him the respect of basically everyone, despite their initial concerns.

“A dependable young man.” That’s how the elderly women tend to describe Hobie. They’re his biggest allies since he’d drop almost anything to help them cross a road or carry groceries.

Gwendy’s chucks aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last thing he’ll steal. (You seriously think Hobie just happened to have shoes in her size and colour?)

He’ll definitely nick something of something of yours when you’re not looking. Once you realise, he’ll hold it high above your head and force you to jump for it. Why? Because he can.

Like every other British teen, Hobie’s dabbled in some underage drinking. It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught! When he’s drunk, he’ll be obnoxiously sweet and yell stuff like “You’re gorgeous, luv!” because he truly means it.

In addition to Hobie’s strange array of skills, being good at pub games is another. Beer pong, darts, etc… you name it: he’ll clear it. Hell, he might start organising them if he’s drunk enough.

In his personal humble opinion, roses are way too cliche for a romantic gift. It’s overdone, boring and stupidly difficult to obtain in his universe. So instead, Hobie rips off that patch you’ve been eyeing and gifts that to you.

As much as he’d like to, Hobie couldn’t rip off every patch for you. Instead, he makes a matching set and he’s cheesy enough to sew his one over his heart.

tag: @vhstown thanks for bean card xx

#atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie hcs #hobie my beloved #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse hcs #spider punk #spiderpunk #chewy writes ♪

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Jack the Ripper meeting Himiko Toga!reader?

-It was unusual for Jack to see a young lady like yourself out so late at night, but you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest- a bright smile on your lips, humming a happy tune.

-However, it was your unique colors that caught his attention, it was a strange blend of glee but also a desire to cause pain to others. He couldn’t look away and chose to follow you, curious.

-Either you were very preceptive that you had a tail, or you were way smarter than you were letting on- which only seemed to draw Jack in more.

-He rounded a corner, and he froze, seeing your clothes on the ground, as if you had quickly discarded them, which made his eyes widen- how indecent!

-Jack didn’t realize it immediately, as another young girl was walking down the street, one who looked completely different. Jack only realized that it was you because your lovely rainbow of colors had not changed.

-What a curious ability you had~

-He continued to follow you, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t alert you any more than he already had, wanting to know about you.

-When he rounded a corner, he instantly dodged your knife strike, seeing you, in your disguise, glaring darkly at him, “Why are you following me?”

-You didn’t seem bothered that he easily dodged your strike before he easily leapt back, getting some distance between the two of you and you went on guard, unaware if he was going to attack or not.

-He bowed deeply at the waist, “Forgive me for startling you, young lady- that was not my intent. I was merely curious about you and that ability of yours.”

-You lifted an eyebrow in slight confusion, before you realized he new and you smirked as your disguise melted away, stunning him.

-“SHIELD YOURSELF MY DEAR!!” Jack quickly removed his cape, refusing to look at you as he held the cape out to you.

-You had no problem being naked, as the streets were deserted anyway, but his reaction was rather cute as you took the cape from him, “I was going to go back and get my clothes once I took care of you- but thank you for this.”

-He only turned, keeping his hand over his eyes until he knew that you were covered, and he offered to escort you back to your clothes, which you accepted.

-This strange man didn’t bother you like others did- you felt something…familiar with him as you got redressed, but kept the cape, twirling in it, “I feel so fancy in this!”

-He was amused, seeing you acting so childish, but it was endearing before your eyes hardened, looking back at him, “No why are you following me?”

-Jack would never lie to a young lady such as yourself, so he told you honestly, “You intrigued me- you are a work of art, filled with happiness but also with malice, making a unique blend of colors. I merely wanted to know about you- even more so with your unique ability.”

-You were a bit confused by his words, not entirely sure what he meant at first, before you smirked up at him, pulling out your knife, but not making any threatening gestures, “It’s beautiful- love I mean. And when I love someone else, I desire to be close to them- to be them. That’s why I go after them and ingest their blood- their blood- their love, is what makes our love grow stronger together.”

-In the past you had been treated like a villain- a monster, for what you could do and what you’ve done to others- but Jack surprised you, looking at you like what you just said was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

-He held out a hand to you, offering you to take it and when you did, he surprised you by twirling you into his arms, waltzing with you in the empty street, “My dear I understand you perfectly! You create your own masterpieces out of love and passion! To become one with the object of your desire is so beautiful and elegant! You are truly an artist!”

-You couldn’t help but laugh warmly, this weirdo was messed up like you were, but he was nice to you, and you could tell that he wasn’t going to hurt you- so you indulged in this moment of freedom, dancing in the dark with a stranger.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper

[yourlocalstranger123]

Possessive reader x Albedo/Aether

Part 1

Note: I apologize in advance because 1, I definitely didn't proof read this, 2. I might accidentally forget to put in credits for the art and I already deleted it in the gallery so-

Important notice for the artwork!: Please read from left to right to know which art belongs to the artist. Also, some of the pictures has the same artist so I will number them and organize it. Tysm for reading. Hope you enjoy!

Characters!: albedo + Rubedo / Aether

Information of color: Albedo and Aether is orange/yellow and Rubedo is red. Tysm

2nd Information: You are a scientist or an Alchemist in Albedo/Rubedo. And for Aether, you're basically a rich person. [Which I want one in my life bc I'm broke-]

3rd information about my knowledge: I actually don't know about fake Albedo and when I came across a comic of him and Albedo and searched him up in Google, he was called rubedo. I don't think it's a Canon name and just a fan-canon name but I'll be using the name Rubedo

No pronouns are used, it's GN reader. No specific gender so it could be read as any gender. [I apologize that I also put tags of f reader and m reader with gn reader and not just gn reader]

Warning: The writing is very lengthy. Yandere Albedo/Rubedo?

@sc1ssor3

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Albedo + Rubedo

[1.] Artist: Poi_poifu app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: 0jae app: Danbooru

All 3 photos/Artist: @Kagura8999 app: Twitter

You were organizing your lab when suddenly there was a knock on the door. You quickly fixed your hair and coat, "Come in!" You awnsered. A blonde man comes in, smiling and slightly waving at your presence. "Oh, Albedo! Is there anything you need?"

'Albedo' paused. But then tilting his head and smiling. Although strange, you didn't mind. You flinched when a cold hand held yours and then something....soft was nuzzling it? You turned around and looked down to your hand, seeing 'Albedo' with his strange behavior, nuzzling his cheek on to your hand.

Your face quickly flushed with red, chuckling. You patted his head as he also nuzzled it. You tried to retract your hand, but his grip tightened as he stared at you. You became nervous and concerned but laughed it off. "Albedo? Did you take something strange again?" He looks down, seemingly ignoring your question. You sighed, sitting down as 'Albedo' comes joining you.

He leaned onto your shoulder, still holding your hand with his own. He trapped your hand with both of his hands and looked up to you.

"Do you like me now......Master..?" He said while kissing your palm. You froze, wait....is he calling you...MASTER?!

Your thoughts were interrupted with a door creaking. You looked at the door, seeing....Albedo?? Wait, why is there 2 Albedo's?!

"[Name]?! Why is he sitting with you...!"

You were cunfused, still wondering which was the true Albedo until you looked at their necks. Albedo has a star.....this one doesn't. Then who's the one clinging onto your arm?!

After things got settled, you found out that he was Rubedo. Rubedo was now sitting on your lap in your arms. You didn't really have a choice whether you let him or not. But unknownly to you, he was smirking at Albedo. Mocking him as his mouth word out,

'I got to be in their arms,' Rubedo said as Albedo grumbled. Feeling an unknown feeling bubbling inside him, jealously

Suddenly, Albedo grabbed your hand and shoved Rubedo off your lap. "[Name], let's take a walk around mondstadt"

You nervously agreed, not knowing what to do. It's even worse when you guys walk in Mondstadt town. Everyone was looking at you and whispering things about Rubedo and Albedo clinging onto both of your arms as they glared at each other. You were stiff, not knowing what to do.

You all three stopped when a drunk man began to stumble along the way to you. He began flirting with Albedo and Rubedo, saying that they should get to know each other. Your patience and anger were about to snap as you can see Rubedo and Albedo was clearly uncomfortable. Both were about to summon their sword until,

"Go fuck off for archon's sake! Who in their right mind would even think of giving you a chance to even "GeT tO kNoW eAcH oThEr?" So go away and leave us alone." You said. Mocking his words. Then you grabbed his shoulder, "And they're taken by me, so they are mine. Back off. " The drunk man angrily went away as everyone looked at the usual stress but calm [name] screamed in anger. And even curse?

Both Rubedo face and Albedo face went red. Like literally, red as a tomato! Even steam was coming out of their heads!! They definitely heard what you whispered to the guy. And when you wrapped your arms around both of their waist, making them come closer to you. (They shivered, from excitement and delight when they found your new side of you)

They both felt....warm (especially down there—)

You check on both of them, panicking as their face was still flushed red. It became worse when you put your hands on both of their foreheads to check if they had a fever. (If they can even catch one)

Then, when you guys went back to Albedo's lab instead of yours because Albedo offered to let you experiment with him and....Rubedo.

If only you knew, they made a contract to share you behind your back. At least they will be mostly at peace with each other. [Beside the people who made you uncomfortable or cause a threat of their love to you. At least their in the basement.....bleeding out]

Aether

[1.] Artist: Usaryun app: Twitter

[2.] Artist: Shoraln app: danbooru

Location: Liyue

It was a normal day as Aether finished the commissions, bounty, and requests from the people. He's been saving up mora to go to fontaine. He was extremely tired and even worser, Paimon passed out to the heat of the sun and thank archons that he had enough mora to rent out a room for Paimon to sleep in.

He went out and sat on a bench. As if he didn't feel or cared about the heat of the sun, he was sweating. Not even bothering to get some cold water or ice to help him. Later, a figure approached him, and he looked over as the figure was familiar to him. It was you! Oh, how he was overjoyed!

You guys met in Sumeru when him got stuck in some vines while you were traveling. Although you had a good laugh before you could get him out as he pouted. You gave him mora for laughing as an apology. You let him stay at your house and gave them food to eat as Paimon stuffed her face with it.

You decided to travel with him as he was planning to go back to Liyue as you paid all the expenses even though he offered to pay instead. You guys had to separate though for a few weeks because of your business, but now you're back.

You gave him a glass of water with ice as he gulped it down. He thanked you for your kindness as he leaned on your shoulder. He actually caught feelings for you after a few months. You always do commissions for him when he feels tired or injured. You declined small requests from people since some people won't do it themselves.

His heart almost jumped out when you held his hand. He was about to say something until a lady showed up. She kept asking Aether to help her in her house because she needed some cleaning. She still won't budge even when you told her that Aether wasn't available at the moment. Aether was tired, and he was about to apologize and decline, but you snapped.

"Lady, it's literally just some cleaning. Your house is probably not even that big. Stop being so lousy and do it yourself. Or go hire some maid and not a person who's way out of your league."

His heart fluttered when you said that. He slightly grinned. He was startled when you stood up, walking up to the lady.

"And also, don't you try to even take him away from me. He. Belongs. To. Me."

His face was dusted in red blush. He was yours...? He didn't mind though. He was happy. Perhaps you would come with him to find his sister. He thought,

"Ah, Aether. Is the hot weather getting to you? You're face is red"

"N- no! I mean- yes!"

He stuttered as he got flustered. You chuckled and turned around to buy maybe some cold juice for Aether. He looked over to the woman, smirking at the woman. Crossing his arms as he mouthed out,

'He's mine'

The woman stormed off, as Aether smiled at you when he saw you coming towards him. He wrapped his arm with yours and headed to Wangshu Inn where Paimon is probably looking for him.

#slight yandere #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x f!reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male!reader #genshin x male reader #genshin aether #genshin impact aether #aether x reader #aether #genshin aether x reader #aether x you #aether x male reader #aether x female reader #aether x gn reader #aether x gender neutral reader #genshin albedo #genshin albedo x reader #albedo x you #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #albedo x male reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo x fem!reader

[yandere-chocolate]

A fictional book or art like yandere character in love with its real gn creator/writer or artist

(Yeah! By the way, sorry for doing requests late, I've been very busy.)

Yandere Art/Statue x Artist Reader ~(Romantic)~

Summary: You create a statue of a weeping angel for a client of yours. Unfortunately for you & your client, the statue would much rather not leave your side. (Inspired by Doctor Who. inspired.)

TW/CW: Stalking, horror, fear, implied death(not of a main character though).

You had finally finished the statue. After so much hard work, it was done. You had to say, you were rather proud of it, like you are with all of your newly done work. You added quite a bit more detail to the toga & hands than you typically do, simply because most of the commissions you get tend to be animals, so you rarely get to do humans, or angels in this case. You let out proud sigh & went inside for a drink & to relax a bit.

--------------The statue's point of view------------------------

I was finally able to remove my hands from my eyes come nightfall. I touched my new face & relished in the fact that my creator finally decided to give me hands. I got up & looked around, slowly spreading by wings & closing them again. I couldn’t believe my body was finally sculpted. 

I smiled a little & looked towards to window with the bluish light shining through it. My lovely creator was watching something, it looks like creatures like my creator, but...not. They are hideous & unrealistic, with horrid long arms & sausage-like fingers. Their mouths are also far too big & their teeth are pure white & perfect rectangles. Almost every single part of their body was surrounded by black lines. A horrific imitation of life; I think.

But my creator adores these strange creatures shown on the large black box, so I suppose they aren’t too bad. I continue to dreamily watch my lovely creator, admiring their features. Were they created like me? Sculpted by another creature? I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem like it. Even so, I personally thought they were beautiful. Though, they were faced away from me right now, my eyes were sculpted very early on. I saw their face & fell in love almost instantly. Ever since then, I always watched them after dark & have never gotten caught. I always return to the same position come dawn.

They eventually went to lay down on a bed & close their eyes. They always did this at night & I’m not quite sure why. But all the same, I watched over them until dawn.

--------------------------------The next morning-------------------

I returned to my original position in the morning. Later in the day, I heard my beloved creator & someone else talking. I decided not to listen in too much, but I suppose I should have, because the other person picked me up, almost dropped me, & put me in the back of their machine. ‘care?’ ‘cer?’ ‘cear?’ ‘car’ I don’t remember what the black box called it, but it was definitely one of those two! 

I despised their hands being on me. My creator should be the only one to touch me. Who did this person think they were? Next thing I knew, the machine began moving. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that human that put me here was taking me away from my creator. & Needless to say, I was...upset. 

Very upset.

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It was dark now, which means I can finally move. I removed my hands from my eyes & found myself in an admittedly gorgeous garden. It had tulips, carnations, orchids, lilies, & it even had shrubbery. The fireflies that danced around me made me feel like I was in a fairytale. & Yet, it still felt empty. I could tell it was beautiful & tranquil, but without my creator with me, I struggled to feel amazed & calm.

I got up, stretched my wings, & went on my way to try & find my beloved creator. As I tried to see if I could find a clue to where my creator was. That’s when I found the human that dragged me here. They were doing the same thing my creator did at night, laying in a bed with their eyes closed. Now I must admit, I’m not typically violent, but this creature took me away from my god—my creator!

I knew if this was anything like my creator’s rest, they wouldn’t get up until the morning. & So, with that in mind, I saw red. Luckily, though it got a bit messy, I found a small black box with the familiar glowing blueish light. There, after being nearly blinded by the white light, I found out where my creator was. It was far, but the small black rectangular box told me where to go & I would do anything for my creator.

However, as I began to walk, I had a thought; why not bring my creator here? It was such a big, lovely house & the human would no longer be using it. Oh, my creator would love this place! I’m sure I can easily carry them here within the night!

So, I began to walk to where my creator was, excited to show them the lovely house I have found for them.

-----------------------------Back to third person--------------------------

You woke up in a beautiful garden which you were sure you didn’t fall asleep in. After a few seconds, you realized an angel statue that looked eerily like the one you finished sculpting two days ago had her hands on your shoulders & her head resting right beside your neck. She was smiling with her eyes closed & her body was very close to yours, but the main thing you noticed was the dried red liquid all over her hands & what you could see of her toga, along with the metallic smell of blood. You immediately struggled out of her grip & once you got a full view of the angel, you realized she looked exactly like the angel you sculpted. exactly.

& She was covered in blood.

You looked around the garden, but as you attempted to wonder off, something cold, hard, & grainy grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see the angel but now much closer to you, grabbing your wrist. It wasn’t a new statue; the old statue was completely gone. You tried to break free of her hold, but almost as soon as you closed your eyes to focus on breaking free, you felt your wrist being free, but now two arms were wrapped around your body, holding you close to her body. 

You soon heard a faint whisper, but you refused to believe it was the angel holding you. You refused to believe any of this was anything but a dream. But regardless, you heard her say:

“I’m so happy you’re back...”

#yanderecore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere monster #yandere woman #yandere statue #yandere angel

[akwardecho]

Artist Barbie Has A Little Crush

❤ | Summary: Artist Barbie (reader) has a habit of painting Stereotypical Barbie. A lot. On her another painting session Stereptypical Barbie notices it.

❤ | A/N: soo this is my first time posting my work here, english is not my first language so there might be mistakes, constructive criticism welcome <3

❤ | Warnings: (??) fem reader, Barbie x reader, somewhat-fluff??, no kissing or romantic stuff

❤ | Word Count: 562 (i think?)

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All that you knew about yourself is that you love anything to do with art, which means you're Artist Barbie. You love to walk around with your pink easel, at least one already finished painting and paint all the Barbies and Kens that are in front of you. Sometimes you paint every single detail of the scenery in front of you. Sometimes you only focus on one person. Maybe a few. But most of the time, you draw stereotypical Barbie. You don't know why you do it. Is it because of her golden hair? Her clothes? Her beautiful blue eyes? Or maybe because she's... well... perfect. You two don't really talk much. You're known to be a quiet watcher. Nobody really knows a lot about you, you're shy and reserved. You're... Artist Barbie.

You've been sitting on the beach, painting stereotypical Barbie. Again. She doesn't notice your eyes on her, although you've been observing her for quite some time, watching the way her mouth moves when she's talking to Dr Barbie, the way her blonde hair flows down her back, it's the perfect sight to paint. And so you do. You're almost finished, adding finishing touches to the canvas, watching your best painting yet. For some time you didn't even have to look at her. Her face was carved into your memory. And then you notice her.

The Barbie, whose face was smiling on the canvas, whose painted eyes were given life by you, was standing right next to you. She was grinning, staring at the masterpiece. She looks at you for a second and sees that you noticed her.

-Hi Barbie! - she says joyfully. Her cheeks painted pink.

-Hi Barbie - you mutter with less enthusiasm, embarrased that she saw what you were doing, even tho it was your job.

-I can't believe that you did this! It's beautiful! - she points at the canvas. Making you blush. Her tone drips with pure happiness and you can't help but smile.

-Thank you - you murmur quietly, but loud enough for Barbie to hear. - You can take it if you want. I don't mind.

-Really? - her face lights up even more. - Thank you so much! Can I see your other works?

You have a few already finished paintings with you, what can you say, you draw a lot every day and you don't wanna go to your dreamhouse after every finished one to put it there. But the worst thing is - they all have stereotypical Barbie on them. You have no idea why, but she has corrupted your mind. You can't even think of your Ken! For some strange reason, she's the most comfortable to think about, to draw, to paint, to fantasize about... But you don't want to think of your fantasies, you try to keep the thoughs of her kissing you as far away from your mind as you can. Except you sometimes you can't.

-Soo? - Barbie's still standing there, still smiling.

-Oh, right - you choke out. You can't possibly say no to that face! - Okay, yeah, go ahead.

She quickly moves towards your finished works, seeing them, her cheeks become pinker and pinker. She stares at them in awe and after some time looks back at you. You smile nervously. Her face is red, smile slowly fading, her face showing nervousness - even more than yours - and embarrasment.

-Barbie can I kiss you?

#wlw #lgbtq #barbie #barbie x reader #x reader #first work #might delete later

[purplehanfu]

Rating the Husbandos: The Story of Kunning Palace

notes: Spoilers! You really have your pick of men in this drama- but are any of them husband material?

Thoughtfully considered ratings behind the cut:

Xie Wei

A mysterious, tragic past is not a personality.

pros: Sexy as he looms over you in his fur collared capes. Exhibits very progressive thinking on women's issues. Which is strange considering all of his cons (see below).

cons: Explosive temper; violent; acts like he owns you; keeps trying to choke you (and not in a sexy consensual way); expects you to be grateful when he doesn't kill you in service to his grand revenge plan. Tough guy demeanor which he can only back up with the judicious application of his lackeys. Backstory so complicated you kind of lose interest. Looks like he has conjunctivitis a lot of the time.

hobbies: Making qins and tracking the wood shavings all over the house. Being afraid of snow except when the plot requires him not to be.

sexxin: Endless stamina and exquisite anatomy. Too bad he has no idea what he's doing. Cries after sex and gets mad when you laugh about it (why would you do that you monster).

Grade: C-

Zhang Zhe

Sometimes being hot is enough.

pros: HANDSOME

cons: His devotion to truth and justice will probably get him killed in the course of some courtly intrigues but the real tragedy is that he will never lie to spare your feelings. He will, however, compare your cooking unfavorably to his mother's.

hobbies: Restoring antiques; doing his own laundry

sexxin: Pathetic but you have to pretend it's great or he will become obsessed with improvement. At least the view is nice.

Grade: C

Yan Lin

A cheerful sweet ray of murderous sunshine.

pros: Smart, handsome, thoughtful, loyal, excellent martial arts, terrifying military skillset. You're his one and only, his ride-or-die, his day one.

cons: Related to Xie Wei

hobbies: Swordplay (see below)

sexxin: Complete freak in the sheets. Hope you have a strong bed and a soundproof bedroom, you're going to need both.

Grade: A+

Yan Lin's Dad

Reporting for duty.

pros: Has his own army but doesn't make a big thing about it (the Emperor and Xue family do, however).

cons: Frequently has the intensity dialed up to 11 when the situation clearly calls for a 6.

hobbies: Carving figurines for his 3-D map sandbox thing

sexxin: As expected of a military man he is good at taking orders and completing missions. His courage tongue should be awarded for its service to the nation you

grade: B+

Emperor

Heaven must have a sense of humor because it mandated this guy.

pros: Easily seduced by you.

cons: Easily seduced by people other than you. Married. Paranoid. Sickly but that might just be poison (if so add "unable to poison him" to the con list).

hobbies: Marveling at how good he is at seducing people.

sexxin: His game is as weak as his constitution.

grade: a solid F unless you want to murder your way to Empress, then he's a D

Fake Xie Wei

Ain't nothing like the real thing.

pros: social butterfly at parties, everyone knows him, can give you a wild night out on the town even if it's Tuesday and you're in some backwater village.

cons: is an actual con artist

hobbies: Collecting STDs

sexxin: so good you might be tempted to forgive him for his wandering eye. Don't. Just enjoy him if you must and move on.

Grade: D-

Gu Chun Fang

Hear me out.

You've been married more than 40 years. When your parents first arranged your marriage he snuck into your rooms that night to make sure you were ok with it. You fell in love at first sight. You never had children despite years of trying but he has never so much as looked at another woman. You come from a huge family and he has many young subordinates so your mansion is always very lively. Your New Year's parties are the stuff of legend.

pros: In all his years as an official he has never once made you get up early to help him get ready for court sessions.

cons: Would have no clothes if you did not buy them for him, would never eat if you did not arrange his meals, would fall asleep at his desk if you did not force him to come to bed.

hobbies: Collecting weird ugly giant rocks which he deposits in the various courtyard gardens of your mansion. Pretending to fish but really just taking a nap.

sexxin: After all these years you can still make him blush with a whispered invitation. Adorable.

Grade: A+ but he's not available and never will be

Dao Qin

It's always the quiet ones.

pros: Loyal; physique that was created as though by the gods themselves; surprisingly high EQ

cons: Kinda sad life made this guy an NPC when he has such strong main character energy.

hobbies: designing and crafting hidden weapons and/or cat toys

sexxin: You have seen the top of the mountain, and it is good.

Grade: B+

Master list of all show recaps etc.

#the story of kunning palace #zhang ling he #zhou jun wei #wang xingyue #this may become a regular feature #rating the husbandos

[azullumi]

I HAVE THOUGHS FOR WANDERER AND I CANT CONTROL THEM🥺

scara's headcanons with a artist reader?

Umbrella🥱(🌂)

summary — you create canvases on his skin, creating art in him in which he will learn how to love not only the essence and the brushstrokes you make but also himself.

pairing — wanderer or scaramouche/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, this could be fatui scara talking or just wanderer himself ; headcanons

words — 766

note — working on requests again huwahjshad sorry for the late upload and i hope u like this onee :D

what a strange dynamic you two have; one who loves and creates art and one who grew up with it and comes to hate it. he was one who lived a life filled with art, dancing, singing, playing instruments, and everything but taking the form and name of scaramouche had made him hate those things because he once hated those parts of himself that reminded him of how weak, sensitive, and emotional he once was—but then he found beauty, he found it once again when he found you.

no, it wasn't in a way that he immediately loved art just because you create and love them but it was in a way that he loved art because it reminds him of you, it reminds him of your hands, your fingers carefully and beautifully painting sceneries, molding sculptures, the dedication and focus that it requires and you give, the effort and time you make, he adores every moment of it—he discovered how it is to bask in the beauty of art once again, to have himself mesmerized and captured by the colors, by the edges, by the messy workplace, and anything that reminds him of you, of art.

if you were to ask him to model for you or to ask him to be used as a reference of one of your paintings, he would, of course, raise an eyebrow at you and say why should he do that but then proceed to comply with your request anyways. he wouldn't like it when you would look for someone else to be the reference of your art, he gets quite jealous and grumpy, you see thus many of your artwork, papers, and sketchbooks are filled with images and drafts of him. 

he would sometimes look through your art books and sketch pads, especially the ones filled with him, with awe in his face. there's a small smile on his face that he tries to hide—an artist can paint their own views of the world on paper and to think that you see him like this makes his heart flutter, you capture him so well and so perfectly.

all the materials that you need, everything that you'll ever want, he'll give it to you as long as it keeps you happy, as long as it will put a smile on your face. he never admitted it to you outright but he will support you in every thing that you will ever do and want to achieve.

thus despite of how much of a jerk he is, of how much an asshole he can be, he wouldn't dare to try and disturb you whenever you're focused on what you were doing, he wouldn't want to risk ruining things. he'll just choose to watch you on the sidelines and admire what you are doing, often observing the small habits you make at times. sometimes he'll work alongside you—no, he will not paint and draw on a canvas or sculpture anything but he will do some of his work while you're in the same room as him and doing your own thing at the same time also. there's only just the peaceful silence being shared with only the sound of pages being flipped, pen on paper, and brush on canvas being heard.

he can get really needy after some time though, asking that you pay attention to him, and you could tell it when he's already asking you when you are going to finish while you are mixing paint and when he goes back and forth your spot, seeming like he's feeling uneasy.

if only he could completely express himself, if only he could tell you how talented you are and how much he adores you, if only he doesn't bite back his tongue when speaking his feelings so he settles on watching you from your behind and admiring your work as he keeps pages of it on his desk to which he'll admire and trace with his fingertips, he settles in the actions and gestures he make just for you, hoping that his message will reach you and wishing that you'll understand.

you create canvases on his skin, creating art in himself in which he will learn how to love the bruises that he has earned, the scars that he was given, the flaws that make up all of it, kissing and mumbling sweet and affectionate words that he could either listen and think about for the time that will come or ignore only for him to yearn to hear it once again—aren't you supposed to burn if you're a star?

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

#yae publishing house #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer headcanons #wanderer genshin #wanderer scaramouche #wanderer fluff #wanderer x you #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #azul.writes

[analligatorr]

opinion on the porcelain Graves skin???? I don’t hate it but I’m mad it’ll take another year or more until we get another one and porcelain is such a boring theme. Stick him in an interesting skin line for once riot.

Sincerely? I tried to like this skin, I really tried, but.. :/

Well, on twitter I compared Porcelain Graves with the WR exclusive skin Dragon Lantern Graves (not the special edition) I'll transcribe it here.

Let's start with splasharts. Wild Rift's Splash arts are generally criticized, many times I don't agree, some of them are of even higher quality than those of League, which is the case of Dragon Lantern Graves. Even though it's not Graves' best splash, or the best skinline splash, it's pretty and pleasant, my only criticism is that it's a little too static, there's not much movement

the Graves porcelain splash has some problems, at first glance it is.. pretty, but whenever you look at it, there seems to be something wrong, it really is a strange splash, and it's not the fault of the artist who made it.

Porcelain Graves Splash Concepts by Santiago Parra

in the end, they(riot) decided to increase the proportions and add a lot of texture, to achieve this result, so... yeah, it's not the best splash. but it's pretty

Dragon Lantern: 1

Porcelain: 0

About the VFX, let's be honest, they tend to do something very mediocre with Graves when it comes to visual effects, apart from his legendary skin (which it would be stupid of them to do something too simple) Graves' recent epic skins haven't received as much love.

Even though the Dragon Lantern skin has basically the same sounds as the base skin (i guess) the quality of the VFX is absurdly good (better than his legendary if you allow me to say). The Porcelain one.. is... mediocre.. ofc they couldn't put something cool like Lux and Lissandra's skins, right?

I can't post more than one video in a post, so here are the links so you can see the difference between the VFX of Dragon Lantern Graves and Porcelain Graves.

Dragon Lantern: 2

Porcelain: 0

Ok, let's get to the part that irritated me the most. The narrative..

Yes, we agree that Graves is not a big "important" character in Runeterra, he is not there to be a protagonist. That doesn't mean he can't cause real chaos, and set Bilgewater on fire just in an attempt to get revenge on his current partner. Why did I bring this up? because it is absurd to portray Graves as a pathetic and irrelevant character.

With that in mind, read Porcelain Graves' bio:

Not long after gunpowder was invented, the Zodiac searched for a new protector of the Dragon Relic. Though ancient and wise, the gods struggled to find someone worthy, so they settled for Malcolm Graves. Eventually his expertise in firepower was pointed in the right direction (away from all the breakable vases)

It's ridiculous, don't you think?

They are so fond of abusing the fact that Graves is, in some ways, a comic relief, that they make him the real joke, to the exclusion of everything else about him, and making him "unworthy". It's like they're saying "ugh, should this guy really be here? Who called him?". Whoever wrote the narrative of porcelain skinline seems to hate him, for real..

Now let's go to Dragon Lantern Graves' bio:

Graves, a free-spirited mercenary from a foreign land, can hardly wait to join in the fun at the gala. For this burly maverick, harmless ol' lanterns are no more than impractical ornaments—he much prefers filling up massive dragonflame cannons and setting the night sky ablaze with 'em booming explosions and dazzling lights!

1000% better, right? It's almost a delight. It's fun, brings out a little of who he is, and doesn't degrade his image :D

Dragon Lantern: 3

Porcelain: 0

AND WE HAVE A WINNER

#gator talks #malcolm graves #porcelain graves #dragon lantern graves #i don't even like DL skin that much. his hair is horrible #analysis #league of legends #wild rift #riot being a bitch #graves

[marrowlyavoideddisaster]

hey. hey. you should read my fan fiction.

here's the link

and the first chapter is under the cut

You've always loved working with costumes and props. You were fascinated to no end by how movies could turn lifeless sculptures and empty costumes into living, breathing characters.

It's no wonder that you ended up working as a preservation artist for the special effect exhibits featured in the local pop culture museum. You really do love your work, but sometimes you question your career choice when you're up before sunrise, (not that impressive, given the short winter days) waiting at a bus stop under the misting clouds.

Now what you might find yourself asking is: why you, a perfectly sane and reasonable night owl would be up at this hour? The answer is clear. All the blame falls on the movie industry. This might seem strange, or perhaps even illogical. "Surely movie producers don't expect anyone to need their costumes after filming," and "Nobody in the film industry actively antagonizes art preservationists, least of all one lowly museum worker," but that would simply be wrong.

For you see, anyone that refuses to make props and costumes even remotely capable of holding up against the inexorable march of time is automatically an inconvenience and mortal enemy to you in particular.

One of the older, more fragile and decaying costumes had a piece broken off of it after closing. Nobody actually touched it as all the pieces are either trapped inside glass display boxes, or hiding several feet behind a crowd-control rope.

It just happens that whatever artists decided to make that particular suit chose a type of foam that starts disintegrating after 15 or so years of soft, indirect light and low-to-moderate humidity like some sort of rich lady’s over-pampered, over-engineered purse dog with 17 different diseases. And so, you've been called over at too-fucking-early o'clock to deal with it before opening.

As you vacantly stare into the distance, something strange catches your eye. Across the street, a row of stores sit. They're the same ones you see every day you take this route, but at this time of day the windows are dark, still not opening time.

Your eyes settle on a dingy, narrow alleyway, concrete ground muddied from rain. It's nestled between an unlabeled building with only a sliding garage door on its front, and a small dance school with unlit dance floors and mirrors visible through the darkened second floor window.

In the alleyway there are two oval shapes, glistening with a distinctive glassy glint. They're shifting slightly, with a sparkly graininess that you're not sure is actually there, or is just due to the faint lighting creating static. They look like they’re part of a larger silhouette behind them, enshrouded in shadows that the weak light that creeps out from the street just can’t seem to kill. 

You wouldn't really know how to describe it. Under the dim halos of yellow street lamps, you want to say it's a figure, but that might just be the sleepiness talking, because the proportions are way off to be human.

You check the time and see that your bus won't be here for another 15 or so minutes, so you decide to investigate. Crossing the street, you can make out a little bit more detail.

It does appear to be some sort of figure, slumped over and propped up against a stack of discarded wooden pallets that had been left leaning against the wall.

You walk up to the entrance of the alleyway and stare at the figure some more while you stand under the dance studio's little overhang to avoid the slight drizzle. The first detail that sticks out to you is its absurdly long nose and plasticky white skin.

Correct in your assumptions that it wasn't human, you relax a little bit. You're glad that you aren't being nosy about some poor person just sleeping in an alleyway. Instead, you're being nosy about some strange abandoned doll, which is much more within your scope.

You realize that the strange, staticky shapes you first noticed are glasses. You assume that there's some sort of color-shifting material glued behind the glasses to create that static effect, you wonder where you could buy some for your own projects.

Weighing your curiosity against the risks, you step over to crouch down in front of the doll to examine it more closely. You work with a fair amount of dummies, mannequins, dolls and puppets, so you're decently familiar with common practices in the crafts. You often need to be able to look at a project and know from a glance what steps need to be taken to preserve it. In spite of this, you're having a hard time figuring out the make of this specific doll.

It looks fancy enough to be custom-made, based on the unique face and considerable size. Standing up, it would probably land just around your mid-chest, in comparison. Then again, somebody clearly left it just sitting out like trash out here, not even properly sheltered from rain under the awning. You decide to test the articulation in the arms.

To your delight, you find ball joints that roll smoothly when you move them. Gently setting back down the arms, you grab its head with both your hands and lift it up for a better look. It has little red dots on its exaggerated cheeks and greasy black hair swept up in a mullet.

To your trepidation, the strange doll has a ventriloquist dummy's jaw as well. You've always been freaked out by their weird, detached jaws. It's ironic considering that working with puppets and strange costumes is your literal job .

Now, that isn't to say you're afraid of puppets in general! You're quite fond of marionettes and stop-motion figurines, but ventriloquist dummies in particular have always spooked you way worse than any of the horror movie props you work on. Something about those jaws   with their unmoving lips and jerky way they moved always set you on edge. The image of fake teeth biting down and crunching through skin and flesh unwillingly flashes through your mind.

Nevertheless, you'll be as thorough as possible. You pick the puppet up and feel around the back for the jaw's control mechanism, but you don't find anything. Maybe it's just for aesthetics?

The hands of the puppet are the most intricate, all ivory-white hinges and telescoping, layered articulation that can fold over itself and move with the same fluidity as human hands. It's beautiful craftsmanship. Part of you wants to figure out how to take them apart so you can study the mechanisms and improve your own technique, but the preservation worker in you screams about fragile parts and lack of replacement pieces.

In any manner, this puppet seems to be abandoned and unwanted… and it is your job to preserve and repair things like this. Your workplace doesn't mind if you use their space for your own projects so long as it doesn't get in the way of actual work and you're in between personal projects right now, so you think you'll just take this thing with you to your job. Then once you're done with work, you can start on fixing up and modifying this new plaything of yours. 

Looking at the time again, you hastily sling the puppet over your shoulder, its limp head rolling as you manhandle it. You rush to get back to the bus stop. It's only a few minutes until it's meant to arrive.

Nobody on the bus minds your extra passenger. It isn't the first time you've proudly dragged some unwieldy contraption or elaborate costume onto public transport, nor will it be the last. The middle-aged bus driver with big, colorful earrings just gives you a tired look of recognition: she's used to your antics by now. 

The trip goes by quickly, with you entertaining yourself on the last stretch of walking from the bus stop to your museum with the stares and weird looks you receive from the handful of people up and moving this early.

Now you've made it through the building and into your little backstage workshop, complete with bins of craft supplies and jerry-rigged tools.

You clear off a space on your personal workbench affectionately named 'the operation table,' for being made of dull stainless steel and having remarkably similar proportions to a twin-size bed, or per the namesake: operating table. Not that you've ever seen one in person. A surgical table, that is.

#spamton g spamton #spamton #fanfiction #my stuff #marrow talks

[suzuran777]

Revisiting Gakuen Handsome: Backstory + short review

I think every BL fan has seen something related to Gakuen Handsome at some point in their lives, it's a parody BL visual novel with quite the legacy. It was originally released in 2010 by Team YokkyuFuman and it also got its own OVA and anime adaptation in 2015 & 2016. The protagonist, who is an unnamed seventeen year old boy, moves back to the city after a seven year absence. He enrolls into Baramon High School, a prestigious all-boys school which takes pride in being the best of its prefecture. From now on, his life will be changed forever...

First of all, the developer team's backstory is probably one of the most unique ones. In 2008, eight film students from the Tohoku University of Art and Design formed Team YokkyuFuman (チーム欲求腐満). Their blog mentions that a year later, they attempted to submit the Gakuen Handsome opening movie to the 9th edition of the Niconico Film Festival (their submission was completely ignored). After that, the opening movie was uploaded on NicoNico Douga, where it was quite well received. The description of the video mentions “to be released in 20009”, as they originally probably had no intention to create a full game.

After it became a hot topic on NicoNico Douga, their university gave them permission to organize an official exhibition: Gakuen Handsome Matsuri (or just Gakuen Handsome Festival). Visitors could watch the opening movie, learn more about the characters and take pictures together with the life-sized cardboard cutouts. The exhibition also featured rare merch: A drama CD which would be released in "20009" and canned bread.

This exhibition was apparently not only held once, but many times according to their blog. The game was finally released in 2010 and many fans were happy to finally play it, supporting the team that created it. Togo Mito, who many of you know as the creator of (in)famous BL game Hadaka Shitsuji, also collaborated with them. These are some pictures I found on Togo Mito's old blog, Mizoguchi and Juro drawn by Togo Mito and the Hadaka Shitsuji cast drawn by Team YokkyuFuman.

Even after graduation, it seems like they would occasionally invite some of Gakuen Handsome's creators. In 2014, the university tweeted that they would not be able to host the exhibition that year due to renovations, but visitors could take pictures with the cardboard cutouts. There's also an interview from 2016 on the university's website, in which they talk about how things have been after graduation! I absolutely love how the university supported all of this.

Now about the game itself... Where to even start? You'll have to trust me, but the game is actually good. Many parody games can be quite a hit or miss, but this visual novel is something I still catch myself laughing at years later. The inconsistent art, pointy chins and strange jokes really create an experience unlike anything else. I don't think any commercial company would be able to create something like this, even if they tried. One detail that the anime adaptation doesn't really show is that many different artists worked on this, whose styles widely vary from each other, making absolutely no attempt to create one consistent artstyle. Most characters have at least 2 ~ 3 sprites that often look completely different from each other. For example, sometimes Saionji sensei looks like a clean-shaven teenager/young adult, but in the CGs he suddenly turn into an older looking man with a stubble.

Yes he's talking about eating paint in the screenshot above, why not. Anyway... the voice acting in this game is something else I wanted to talk about, because it adds so much to the game. Of course it's not professional, but I think that's what makes it amazing. You can sometimes hear the voice actors trying really hard not to laugh, and they will occasionally completely mess up their lines. Of course all of those lines are kept in the game and they didn't re-record them. I also loved it when they started swearing in English for seemingly no reason. Also, instead of just avoiding the name of the protagonist (who you can give any name you want) they pronounce it... by improvision. Just imagine how one would try to pronounce a "adfgdf" keysmash and you'll get an idea what it sounds like.

There are 6 characters in this game who you can romance. The protagonist's childhood friend Takuya, who is a bit obsessed with the protein bar Calorie Mate (which is censored in the new version of the game, so you just hear a BLEEP sound), outlaw teacher Saionji, school principal Juro who basically only functions as a save point, student council president Kagami, chuunibyou transfer student Shiga, and last but not least, the captain of the soccer team Mitsurugi, who also murders people with his chin sometimes. The protagonist's sister also has a (non-romantic) ending, which you need to play in order to unlock the extra scenario (which... is a ridiculous murder mystery story for some reason). I also could not find the guide I used a long time ago, so I just looked at some videos on NicoNico to see what others were doing and that worked pretty well...!

My favorite scene is probably still that one scene in Mitsurugi's route, in which he stabs people with his chin. It's also one of the scenes that gets referenced the most in fanart. The context makes it even more ridiculous, Mitsurugi gets really upset that some people like the chunky variant of red bean paste (tsubuan) and decides they should die. After stabbing his teammate and multiple other people he runs outside. The protagonist however, isn't safe either and also gets accused of being a "tsubuan supporter". If you survive though, you get a chance to marry Mitsurugi!

Honestly one of the reasons I wanted to write about this game is because many people only know the OVA and/or anime, but the game is so funny I think everyone should play it if they're interested. I also think the team behind it has such a funny backstory and I love seeing how supportive their university is. Right now the team is still active on their Twitter account and they sometimes create new content. Last year they released Gakuen Handsome Fighters, a short fighting game featuring the Gakuen Handsome characters.

If you are interested in purchasing it, I recommend getting the "Special" edition which can be purchased on DLsite! I couldn't find a working download link anymore of the older version, but I think the creators deserve the support, so I don't regret buying it (it was about 15 USD). It includes the original game and 5 shorter stories which were originally released as smartphone apps. While I think the original game is still the best one, it's fun to explore some of the extra scenarios as well. One of the shorter games takes place in an alternative universe in which the boys live in the Heian period, and for some reason some of the sprites are animated... yeah.

#gakuen handsome #blvn #blvnreview #visual novel

[mymoodwriting]

11.3k, yandere, stalking, obsession, non-con, dub-con, fingering, penetration, drugs, needles, collars, electroshock

“This is Hwang Hyunjin.”

    The boy in question wasn’t paying you any attention, merely drawing on the window. You found it strange, but this whole situation was.

“Hello.” You introduced yourself. “My name is y/n, I’ll be your new caretaker.”

    He only spared you a glance before returning to his art. You probably shouldn’t have interrupted in the first place. Since that was an introduction of sorts you could move on. The person who hired you walked with you over to your bedroom. You already had a tour of the apartment, and a rundown of your duties, a week before when you had been interviewing for the position. Truth was you needed to get out of your shared apartment, and fast. You had been job hunting, hoping to find something with good hours and a higher pay, that way you could save and move out. While on your hunt you came across a rather odd job, but an intriguing one nonetheless.

    The position was for a live-in caretaker, and the pay was so incredible you weren’t entirely sure you believed it. Anyone would be weary, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least check it out, so you did. You called and were given an address and a day to come by. When you arrived you were shown around the apartment as you were informed about your duties. You were to cook three meals a day, as well as prepare snacks, meaning you were to go grocery shopping and keep the cabinets and fridge stocked. You’d clean and maintain the apartment, which did include doing laundry, and putting it away. Any and all expenses would be covered, so nothing should be out of pocket from you. On top of all that you would be living in the apartment as well. 

    Of course that day you didn’t get to meet who you’d be taking care of, Mr. Hwang, so you weren’t entirely sure if there were other things you’d need to care for. Regardless, nothing seemed off about the job, and it would help you get ahead with your plan of moving out. You were given a few days and a contract to sign if you wished to accept the job. That night you read the contract thoroughly seeing that nothing was out of the ordinary. It made you wonder all the more who Mr. Hwang was, and why he needed a caretaker, a live-in one at that. Although you pushed that all aside as you stared at the contract. You had an idea what to expect of the job, but there would surely be more. Either way, you felt you could manage and adapt, so you signed it.

    You let your roommates know you’d be moving out, not giving too many details about your new job. Your sudden departure was certainly problematic, but you promised to pay your cut of the rent this month, and the next, since you’d be able to afford it, so they could look for some else without worrying so much. They were grateful and wished you all the well. You didn’t have much to pack, so when moving day came you got around easily. When you arrived at your apartment there were some people to help take your things up to your room as you handed over your contract and were then introduced to Mr. Hwang himself.

    You had to admit he was so young. You honestly expected someone older, a business person perhaps, who worked from home and needed someone to maintain his home so he could work. After all, your paycheck was quite a lot. Thinking back now, you didn’t see an office in the apartment tour, there was a large empty room with art supplies, which at first you thought meant this person had just moved to the neighborhood and that’s why the position was open. Now you could see what that all really meant. Your employer was a young artist who needed someone to take care of his home while he worked. That you could understand.

“This file contains relevant medical information about Mr. Hwang, as well as dietary restrictions and preferences. His number is also there, so do save that, as he has yours. Messaging is his preferred method of communication. Aside from duties outlined in your contract you understand he might ask you to run other types of errands.”

“Yes. I read through the contract. As his caretaker there are things that aren’t accounted for, but part of my job.”

“Good. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Uh… not really, well, when do I start?”

“Given today is Sunday, and your usual day off, you aren’t expected to begin until tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

“If that’s all, I’ll be off. Here’s the apartment key, don’t lose it.”

“I won’t, thank you for everything. Have a good day.”

    You were left in your room, deciding to start unpacking. The room was a comfortable size, you had a personal desk, a TV, and private bathroom as well. It was honestly better than your old place. You had unpacked about half of your things when you got a text message from your friends. They knew you had gotten a new job, and that today was your moving day. There was so much to talk about, and they wanted to see you. Since it was Sunday, and you didn’t start until tomorrow you figured you could head out and meet with them.

    You grabbed your things and stepped out of your room. You creeped around a bit, not wanting to disturb Mr. Hwang, but as you came to the living room you saw he was nowhere to be found. His art was still on the window, but he had probably retreated to his room or studio. Since he wasn’t around, and you didn’t start till tomorrow, you didn’t say anything and headed out to meet with friends. You gathered at a restaurant, and the energy quickly exploded when they saw you. There were hugs all around but you contained yourselves for a moment. You all sat down and ordered, and once that was out of the way the real conversation could begin.

“First off, congrats on moving out!” Mina cheered. “So proud of you.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Second, what kinda job lets you move out of your apartment so fast.”

“Okay, this might sound weird, but hear me out. I got a job as a live-in caretaker.”

“A what?”

“I live with this guy and do all the cooking and cleaning. Simple.”

“So like a maid?”

“Pretty much.”

“Are you fulfilling some dudes fantasy?” Jesse asked. “Cause that’s just-”

“No, no, none of that.”

“Does he need help with medication and stuff?”

“I thought that might be it. Like the job posting didn’t have so many details, but nothing like that was mentioned when I interviewed.”

“Don’t you think that’s kinda suspicious?” Avy added. “I don’t like the sound of it. Why would someone need a personal caretaker otherwise?”

“Cause he can afford it. I met him today and… well he’s a lot younger than expected.”

“Young! Is he hot?”

“Avy!”

“It’s a valid question. So, is he?”

“Well… yeah… but I’m not gonna do anything! I need the job.”

“Guess it would make it easier to cook and clean for someone if they’re good looking.” Jesse giggled. “But you get the fuck out if he starts being a creep, got it, you can crash at my place if you need to.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Although I don’t think he’ll do anything. I met him today and he just looked at me, didn’t introduce himself or anything.”

“Okay now that’s just rude.”

“What does he do?” Mina asked. “I mean, I get he’s rich and can afford a maid, but what’s his profession?”

“I think he’s an artist. I saw what looked like an art studio before.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Some people really get into their art that they forget to do shit like cook and clean. No wonder he needs a caretaker.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

“So then how long will you be staying?”

“The contract I signed is for six months. I get paid weekly, and theoretically I should be able to afford my own place when that’s over. That’s the plan anyway.”

“Look at you, doing adult things, so proud of you.”

“I’m doing my best.”

    Drinks arrived and Avy suggested a toast, to cheer you on and wish you the best with the new job. You enjoyed the rest of the night with your friends. After food and drinks, non-alcoholic for you, some karaoke was necessary. You would have stayed longer, but your first day was tomorrow, and you couldn’t fuck that up. You said your goodbyes, getting more good luck wishes from your friends. As you walked up to the apartment you were fishing around for your keys, but when you got to the door it opened. You were awkwardly standing before Mr. Hwang for a moment before stepping aside and bowing your head. He didn’t say anything to you and walked off.

“Ha… have a good night Mr. Hwang!”

    You stayed put for a while longer before entering the apartment. You felt like every interaction you’ve had with Mr. Hwang so far was just awkward and making a bad impression. That needed to change if you didn’t want the next six months to be a nightmare. You thought about going to sleep, but realizing you were alone in the apartment meant you had a chance to get a jumpstart. You went to the kitchen to see what you would be working with, not much apparently but enough. You made a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. The apartment itself was pretty clean, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that just yet.

    With a plan in mind, you went off to your room and got ready for bed. The water pressure was great, and the water was warm, so you wouldn’t have to worry about showers going forward. You got into bed feeling refreshed, making another mental note to finish unpacking your things tomorrow as well. You set your alarm and closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. Although you didn’t dream of anything, feeling as if you closed your eyes and a second later your alarm was going off. A little annoying, but you felt well rested and ready to get started.

    You dressed yourself comfortably and made your way to the kitchen. You already knew what you wanted to do, getting the necessary ingredients and utensils. You had previously been told the walls of the apartment were sound proof, for the sake of both your privacy, but you still tried to be quiet as you cooked. You made enough for two, setting the table and pouring out a glass of juice. Once you were satisfied you went over to Mr. Hwang’s room and knocked on the door. You didn’t go into his room and merely let him know breakfast was ready.

    You stayed put for a while before realizing you’d make things awkward if you waited around for him. So you quickly went back to the kitchen and grabbed your food, heading to your room. You turned on the TV and found something to watch as you ate. You knew it would be best to give Mr. Hwang time to eat uninterrupted, so you stuck around your room for a while. After you finished eating you continued unpacking, getting all your things in order. While you were doing that your phone chimed, making you think it was your friends checking in after last night, but you found a different message.

“Good.”

    For a moment you were confused until you looked at the name, realizing it who it was from. It seemed that Mr. Hwang enjoyed breakfast, and that brought a smile to your face. You also took the message as a sign he was done and you could clean up. You expected to find the plates on the table but he had put them in the sink. You added your own and grabbed the rubber gloves so you could clean the dishes. After that you made sure to clean up the table and kitchen sink, content with how everything was. For a moment you thought about what to do then remembered you needed to go grocery shopping.

    You looked through the cabinets and fridge, checking expiration dates on certain products and making a note of what you would need. Once you had your list down, keeping in mind Mr. Hwang’s diet and preferences, you grabbed your bag and headed out. Of course you couldn’t forget the card provided to you for work expenses. It was to remain by the front, in one of the cabinet drawers, unless needed, such as today. As you hailed a cab you remembered to text Mr. Hwang and let him know you were out grocery shopping and would return shortly. He merely sent you a thumbs up in return.

    You went to a store you were familiar with, taking your time as you browsed the aisles. This time around you didn’t need to buy as much, only needing enough for two people, but you were buying with someone else’s taste in mind. It was still nice, feeling that things have slowed down in your life and you could rest more, or at least catch up. Although it was kinda weird to pay with someone else’s card, you almost gave your own before you remembered you had the other. The trip home was going to be a little more difficult but you didn’t mind the challenge. The cab driver even helped you get all your groceries by the door before leaving. It was a slow trip back up to the apartment, but you made it in one go.

    As you walked in you found Mr. Hwang in the living room watching TV. He just glanced at you for a moment before returning his attention to whatever he was watching. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but probably not indifference. There was no point dwelling on it so you brought in all the groceries and put it away. You took a moment to admire your work, then made sure you hadn’t made a mess. While you cleaned up you noticed Mr. Hwang peeking into the snack cabinet, you almost wanted to say something but you figured it was better to keep your mouth shut. If anything he seemed to approve of your choices.

    After that was done you thought about what else you could do. Nothing immediately came to mind so you checked the list you had been given, seeing that Monday was laundry day. You didn’t have anything to wash, but you were sure Mr. Hwang did. Since he was in the living room there would be no issue going into his room. You weren’t gonna snoop, you had seen his room before, so you just looked for his laundry hamper. You took a moment to do his bed though, also to check and see if any other clothing had been discarded around his room. You got the hamper to the laundry room, doing a check of the apartment for clothing and other things to wash.

“Here.”

    As you were walking around it seemed Mr. Hwang figured out what you were doing. He didn’t hesitate to take off the shirt he was wearing, and hold it out to you. For a second you hesitated, taking in his physique before reminding yourself this was your job.

“Thank you.”

    You politely bowed and took the shirt, getting started on the laundry. It would be a while before they needed to be placed in the drier, and going by the current time, it was best to prepare a snack. You returned to the kitchen, seeing Mr. Hwang was still shirtless on the couch.

“I’ll prepare a snack.”

“Okay.”

    Conversation didn’t seem to be his thing, and you also couldn’t blame him. This was your first day, and even if you were gonna be around for months, the first week at least was gonna be awkward. That’s what you thought, but as the days passed you could see this was normal. You got into a good routine for meals and snacks by the end of the first week, spending your first Sunday in bed sleeping, content with the paycheck deposited into your account. You soon found the best way to approach the job was to consider this apartment yours, and that there was just someone living with you. Of course you’d want to keep the place clean, and by the second week you definitely felt more at home in the apartment.

    After a month you better understood Mr. Hwang and your position in the apartment. He definitely cared a lot for his art, and would spend hours in his studio at a time, sometimes spending a whole day there. From what you’ve seen, you could understand he definitely wouldn’t be feeding himself or keeping the place clean on his own. You made his life easier, in exchange for a fair price as well as food and housing. That also explained why he didn’t say much in general. He practically conserves all his energy for his work, and there’s also no real reason for you and him to socialize, let alone get to know each other. Also considering how much you got paid, you probably weren’t the first to simply work the allotted time and then move on to other things.

    Still, you both got into a good rhythm. You got to know which dishes he preferred, also noting which improved his mood. You also got used to messaging him instead of verbally talking, and you honestly didn’t see each other too often. For all his meals you messaged him, and that was usually his wake up call. Through the day depending on where he was, you tended to knock on the door and quietly enter, leaving food on the designated desk for him and returning later to get the dishes. The place was certainly quiet, and you had more time to yourself than before, which was rather kinda nice. It gave you time to really think about your future and what you wanted to do with your life.

    While you improved your job, you also noted that Mr. Hwang had gotten more comfortable with you. At times he’d let you know what meal or snack he was in the mood for, or if he wanted to skip one of them. It was a strange request, but as long as he ate at least two meals a day you wouldn’t make a complaint over his health. He also got comfortable asking other things of you, such as going out to buy certain supplies he might need for his work, or fulfilling a craving at random times throughout the day, just to name a few. Things were good, and you felt that perhaps you could make a request.

“Mr. Hwang… can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

    You really felt awkward and nervous walking into his studio without any prior notice. If anything you were lucky he didn’t have his headphones in.

“Is it alright if I have this Friday off? Instead of Sunday? Of course on Sunday I will be here to perform my duties and anything else you might need just-”

“Okay.”

“Uh… really?”

“Hm.”

“Ah, thank you very much, thank you.”

    Somehow you managed to keep your cool as you exited the room, letting out a gleeful squeal once you were alone in the hall. You rushed over to your room and texted the girls that date night was a go for Friday. You got through the rest of the week as usual, somehow, and were very excited for Friday night. You and the girls had been planning for a long time now, and you were glad you’d finally get to have a good time together. Of course what made this extra special was that all your significant others would be joining in as well. You really only needed the night to yourself, so you did still make breakfast and lunch for Mr. Hwang before making your exit late in the afternoon.

    When you got to the restaurant you excitedly greeted your girls, all happy and excited for a big date night. It had been a while since your last one, and Avy had a new guy to show off now too. At first you were the only one missing your other half, but when he showed up he was just the sweetest. He snuck up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug before peppering your face with kisses. This was extra special for you since your boyfriend was from out of town, so it was a rather long drive for him to get out here. It made any chance you got to see him in person all the more meaningful.

“Ya, you’re embarrassing me!”

“How so? I’m just showing you how much I love you!”

“Alex!” You chuckled. “Sit down already, I’m hungry.”

“Awe, you waited for me?”

“Of course. I want to make sure you get something you like and that I can have some of.”

“Aish, you wanna double dip.”

“You always share with me.”

“That’s true.” Alex gave you one last big kiss for the moment. “Nice to see you all again too, and Avy, who’s the hot stuff?”

“Everyone, meet Jason. He’s an absolute sweetheart, and the cutest thing to exist on the planet.”

“Gosh, you two are so disgustingly cute.” Jesse commented. “Come on now, Alex, sit, let’s get this night started!”

    Of course drinking was off the table for you, well, one or two wouldn’t hurt, but you could not get wasted. After a bunch of good food, and such good energy, everyone knew this night couldn’t go to waste. Karaoke was a must with everyone, especially considering everyone was at different levels of drunk at this point. Everyone put money in for the check, and as you were leaving the restaurant another group seemed to be coming in. You had been having such a good time, but you never imagined who you would run into here.

“… Mr. Hwang?”

    You couldn’t believe who was standing before you. Although your eyes quickly wandered to the people behind him, not recognizing any of them. You did always wonder who Mr. Hwang spent his time with when he wasn’t at home, so you were kinda glad to see he had friends. Then again this wasn’t the way to find out. You didn’t notice but he had been looking you over as well, his eyes lingering on the guy with his arm hooked around yours.

“Wait, Mr. Hwang?” Mina questioned. “As in your boss, Mr. Hwang?”

“Uh…”

“You work for this guy?” Alex asked. “Wait, he’s your boss? Mr. Hwang… you live with him!”

“I-”

“Y/n, what the fuck?”

“Ya!”

    You grabbed Alex and gave Mr. Hwang an apologetic bow as you ushered yourself and your partner out of the restaurant. You hadn’t told Alex all the details about your job, especially about who exactly you lived with. If he was gonna find out eventually, you wished it hadn’t been like this. Once you were outside and had a bit of privacy you stopped to talk.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“You didn’t tell me your boss was… that you lived with someone…”

“What? Someone so young? What does that matter?”

“If it didn’t matter, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause I was afraid you were gonna react this way!”

“Like what?”

“This! You’re upset with me and probably worried that something is gonna happen between us…”

“Y/n…” Alex had you face him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it… I mean who would approve of their girlfriend living with some other guy… but you really don’t have to worry about me.”

“Are you sure? You’re worrying me right now.”

“Nothing’s going to happen between us. Look, we barely talk, I’m more like an invisible person in the apartment. He’s super engrossed in his work, and I need the job, so I’m not gonna do anything to fuck it up.”

“Y/n…”

“I know, I know, you don’t like it, but it’s just for a couple of months. Then I can get my own place, we’ll have our own place to be together.”

Alex sighed. “You really get paid that much, huh?”

“It is a lot, plus free food and housing, it’s a good deal.”

“Just those few months.”

“Yup, and then my contract ends. When we get closer to that we should go apartment shopping together.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“It will be.”

“Ya.” Avy caught up to you with the others. “You two still fighting?”

“It was just a misunderstanding.” Alex explained. “We’re all good.”

“So karaoke?”

“Yes.” You smiled. “Let’s go, the night is still young!”

    Alex took your hand and together you continued the nights festivities. You did enjoy yourself, after Alex had come all this way to see you. He even gave you a ride home, wanting to make sure you got in safe.

“Let’s make plans to see each other again soon, just the two of us.” Alex suggested. “Want you all to myself one of these nights.”

“That sounds lovely. I look forward to it.”

“Good night.”

“Night. Let me know when you get back home safe and sound.”

“I will.”

    You shared a final kiss, going into the building and up to the apartment. It was quiet when you got in, so either Mr. Hwang had gone to bed, or he was still out for the night. Either way you quickly, and quietly, made your way to your room, glancing out the window. You saw Alex down below and waved at him, letting him know you were safe. He blew you a kiss before starting his drive home. You collapsed in bed with a smile, happy about the night. Although a bit of concern started to creep in. You had no idea what Mr. Hwang would say about that chance encounter, let alone your boyfriend’s manners. Still, that was a problem for tomorrow, and it was late, so you needed to get ready for bed. You undressed a bit and went into the bathroom, a scream immediately escaping your lips.

    You found Mr. Hwang in your bathtub, immediately panicking and trying to cover up even though you weren’t really exposed anywhere. He was just on his phone, but when you entered he looked up. You didn’t know what to expect, let alone understand the look in his eyes. Not like you could really complain too, this may be your private bathroom, but this apartment was his. He could go wherever he wanted, and it’s not like you had just gotten back either. You didn’t say anything, and he merely just got up and walked out. Now you were really nervous about a conversation tomorrow, but you did your best to push that out of your head and take a shower. You needed to sleep after all.

    In the morning you woke up to your alarm, and prepared breakfast as usual. You sent out a message to wake Mr. Hwang, quickly retreating to your room. You spent the whole day anxiously waiting for his message, or hearing his voice asking you to go to him, but it never came. The next day you had the same worries, but nothing happened. It was the same for the day after that, and the day after that. You thought maybe there was something to be said, maybe something should have been said, but then again maybe he understood it wasn’t his business. You didn’t ask about his life or try to interfere, therefore he had no reason to do the same to you. With that in mind you could be at ease and continue your job as normal. He certainly acted like nothing out of the ordinary happened, so best not to make a big deal out of something pointless.

“Mr. Hwang?”

“Hm.”

“Do you think I could have this coming Friday off? Like before I-”

“No.”

    It was a strange thing to say, but for all the weeks you had know Mr. Hwang, he had never said no to you before. You were a good worker, and you hadn’t had any problems before. What you were asking was really simple, and he had agreed to it before. So you were really baffled by his answer this time.

“Wa… what? Why? I’ve always-”

“Your contract states Sunday is your day off.”

“I understand which is why I’m willing-”

“I need you here this Friday.”

“Ah… I see… I’m sorry to have bothered you…”

    You politely bowed and left the room. That certainly did not go as you had planned, so you had to message Alex about the change of plans. It was frustrating, but then you realized something. That was the first time Mr. Hwang had ever spoken more than one word to you. It was kinda odd now that you thought about it. Still, you had to accept what he said and move on, you just hope you didn’t mess things up between you and Alex. The rest of the day went on as normal, but the next morning was something unexpected. 

“Wake up.”

    A voice slowly pulled you out of sleep. You groggily stood up, confused as your alarm didn’t go off. Only to soon realize Mr. Hwang leaning against the door frame. His presence startled you and you screamed, pulling up the cover. He merely chuckled.

“Get up, and get dressed.”

“Wait, what?”

“We’re going out for breakfast, hurry up.”

    You didn’t get to say anything else as he left shutting the door behind him. The two of you had never shared a meal, let alone go out somewhere together. You didn’t really like the idea, but you told yourself maybe he just didn’t want to eat alone this time. You dressed and caught up with him, the two of you heading out together. He chose the place, somewhere you had never been before, but given the recognition he got, he was probably a regular there. You sat down and were given a menu to browse. After ordering you got your drinks and appetizers.

“So you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh… yes…”

    It was obvious what this was going to be about. Even if he hadn’t brought it up right away surely he would at some point.

“How long?”

“Mr. Hwang I’d like to-”

“Hyunjin.”

“What?”

“Call me Hyunjin.”

“I… I don’t think I could…”

“What’s your boyfriends name?”

“Mr. Hwang-”

“Hyunjin.”

“Ah… Hyunjin. I’m sorry about that night, and about asking for this Friday. I won’t let-”

“Break up with him.”

“I… I’m sorry, what?”

“Break up with your boyfriend.”

“Mr. Hwang-”

“Hyunjin!”

“I’m sorry if you feel my personal life is getting in the way of my job. I’ll do better to make sure those two aspects of my life don’t get mixed up with one another. I sincerely apologize for any trouble I’ve caused you.”

    Hyunjin didn’t say anything and left. You were about to follow when the food was brought out. Now you couldn’t just leave, so you stayed to eat, asking for Hyunjin’s food to be packaged to go. You had brought your job card with you, and used that to pay, making your way back home. You looked around the apartment after putting the food away, seeing that Hyunjin wasn’t here. He probably went out with friends, so you just continued about your day like normal. Just as you were about to work on lunch you got a message from Hyunjin saying he wouldn’t be home tonight. Before you could say anything he assured you he had and would eat, so you didn’t need to worry.

    He got home late that day. You had stayed up to wait for him, worried he might be intoxicated or something, but from what you saw he seemed fine. After seeing him get home you could rest easy, going to bed. When morning came you got up and continued on with your routine as usual. Hyunjin remained in his room all day, and he barely touched any food. You wanted to say something, but given breakfast the other day you felt like you were on thin ice and didn’t want to make things worse. When Friday came around you prepared yourself for whatever Hyunjin had in mind, but it was just a normal day like any other.

    It was annoying he couldn’t give you the day like you had asked, like he had done so before. At the same time though, your contract did state Sundays were your days off, so you should respect that too. In the end, your original plans would happen just as intended on Sunday, and you were already planning to give Alex a huge apology over the whole thing. When the day came you made breakfast, and merely messaged Hyunjin that you were going out. He didn’t say anything in response, and you didn’t expect him to, it was your day off after all. You made sure to dress up nightly and met up with Alex at a restaurant.

“First off, I’m sorry we had to change plans a bit.”

“Don’t apologize for that.” Alex took your hand. “I’m just happy I get to see you, the day doesn’t matter.”

“Still, I feel bad for having to change things practically last minute.”

“It all worked out in the end and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right. I’m very happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

    You ordered and talked about all the things you had missed about each other. Of course when the topic of work came up you felt a bit weird. Your job was pretty simple, most of the time, so there wasn’t much to tell.

“Can I ask… what happens if you break your contract?”

“Uh… I’d have to return two thirds of my salary.”

“Two thirds?”

“I have been working, so I do deserve compensation for that, but returning part of my salary is to pay for the food and housing I was provided.”

“So you only get to keep all of it if you fulfill the contract.”

“Yup…” You sighed. “Look I know you don’t like my job much but just a couple more months, and things are going to get so much better for us.”

“You know you don’t have to do all this just for us.”

“I know, and I’m not. This job will make things easier for me too, help me get my life together and all that you know. I’ll have more time to focus on me if I’m not worrying so much about money, and we could do so much more together too.”

“That does sound pretty cool… which reminds me… there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Oh, what is it?”

“So… I’ve been looking into jobs nearby…”

“Really? You mean-”

“Nothing’s official yet, and I’ve been looking around for places too. Now I know you said you wanted to get your own place, and I look forward to you having that, but hopefully you won’t mind coming by to my small place too.”

“I’d love to! This is so awesome and-”

“Ya!”

    You were startled by a sudden scream, as was Alex. Then you saw Hyunjin and his friends roll up to your table. Many questions ran through your head, but other things came to the forefront of your mind once he began speaking.

“Didn’t I tell you to break up with him?”

“Excuse me, what?”

“You didn’t hear me? Break up.”

“I don’t understand. How did you even find me?”

“I said break up!”

“Ya! Mr. Hwang this-”

“Hyunjin! I said call me Hyunjin! Hyunjin Oppa!”

“Oppa?!” Alex got up. “What the hell-”

    Hyunjin kicked Alex back down to his seat, reaching over and grabbing your arm, yanking you to your feet. You immediately pulled away from him, checking on Alex, only to be pulled back again.

“We’re leaving.”

“Let go!” You pulled away again. “What is wrong with you?”

“Your contract states you work for me, and do what I say, so let’s go.”

“My contract also says Sunday is my day off!”

“I said we’re leaving.”

“Yeah, I am.”

    You pulled Alex up, holding him close as you walked out with him. You glanced back nervously, thinking Hyunjin and his gang would follow but they didn’t, thankfully.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“No. What the hell was that back there?”

“I don’t know. He must be drunk or something. I’m so sorry.”

“You are not going back to his place.”

“Alex, I live there.”

“Quit.”

“I can’t just-”

“Yes you can. Two simple words, I quit.”

“The money I’ve made so far isn’t nearly enough.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Look, just let me talk to him okay. He’s not like this, he must be intoxicated.”

“Y/n…”

“Hey, let’s just forget about this for now and enjoy the rest of our night, okay? I don’t get to see you often.”

“You’re right.”

    It wasn’t so easy to move past the dinner interruption but you both made an effort to enjoy the rest of your night. Things were good up until you had to return home.

“Do you have to go back there?”

“I’ll talk to him and everything will be cleared up okay, don’t worry.”

“I will, but I’ll let you go.”

“Thank you.”

“Just keep me updated.”

“I will. Good night.”

    You kissed Alex and waved goodbye, heading up to the apartment. You had lingering joy from the nights event, but you also weren’t looking forward to facing Hyunjin after what happened. You took a breath before entering, soon finding yourself before an unexpected sight. The apartment was a mess, Hyunjin and his friends eating and drinking while loudly gaming. You were left speechless as you took this all in.

“Ah, you’re home.”

    Hyunjin finished his drink and tossed his plastic cup over his shoulder, happily bouncing towards you. If you were wondering if he was drunk before, he certainly was now. He took your hands and started swinging them around, giggling.

“I know it’s still technically Sunday, but you might wanna get a head start on cleaning.”

    He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek and went back over to his friends. You remained frozen in place, still processing what was happening and taking in the scene before you. A part of you thought Hyunjin did this on purpose, retaliating over what happened. At the same time though, him having friends over was something that was probably bound to happen. Either way, looking at the mess, and keeping in mind what had to be done tomorrow, you should probably start picking up.

    You went to your room to put your things down, then grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and started cleaning. There were plastic cups everywhere, and lots of empty take out containers, plus spilled drinks and food all over the place. It was easy to make a mess knowing you weren’t going to clean up. Still you didn’t say anything, this was your job at the end of the day. You did your best not to get in their way, letting them have their fun. As the early morning of the hours began to approach they quieted down. One by one they seemed to pass out, and you did your best to make sure they were comfortable. 

    Hyunjin wasn’t around, so you figured he had gone to bed. The apartment was clean enough for now, so it was time for you to get some sleep too. You went to your room only to find Hyunjin passed out on your bed. You tried to wake him, only for him to yank you into his arms. He spooned you and nuzzled the crook of your neck. You could smell the strong alcohol from his breath, knowing he was gone. After some struggling you managed to get out of his grasp, getting him out of your bed and slowly dragging him along to his own. You undressed him a bit so he could sleep comfortably, making sure he’d be alright throughout the rest of the night.

    You returned to your own room, taking a quick shower and going to sleep. Although you didn’t sleep for long as your alarm soon went off for you to start your day. You had half a mind thinking the boys would be gone by morning, but they were still there. It looked like you’d have a lot of cooking to do, so you just got to work. As the smell of food spread across the apartment the boys began waking up. You had already set the table for all of them, and they took a seat, politely thanking you for the food. It was specially made to help with the hangover they’d all have. You went over to knock on Hyunjin’s door, carefully peeking in, but he didn’t seem to move. You approached his bedside, seeing he was breathing but unresponsive. As you shook him you realized he was burning up, having come down with a fever.

“He was having a blast last night.”

    You looked over to see one of his friends at the door, walking in. He brought a glass of water and some medicine with him.

“When he gets crazy he’s usually sick the next day.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“I’m Chan by the way. I wanted to thank you for breakfast, you certainly should have kicked us out last night.”

“You were all having so much fun, and I couldn’t kick you out while you were drunk. There’s no guarantee you’d get home safe.”

“Thanks.”

“If you’re all better now, you should probably go home. I’m going to have my hands full with Hyunjin.”

“Yup. We’ll be heading out then, thanks again.”

“Yeah.”

    You saw the boys off, getting Hyunjin some food and returning to his room. You managed to wake him a bit, just enough to get him to eat and take some medicine. He seemed out of it, but happy to see you.

“Thank you…”

“Just rest, you should be all better tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

    You pulled up his cover, tucking him in when your phone rang. You quickly stepped out, checking the caller ID and answering it.

“Alex, you can’t just be calling me like this.”

“You had me worried. I didn’t hear from you at all last night or this morning.”

“Sorry, I came home and things were a mess and Hyun, I mean Mr. Hwang has fallen ill. So I’ve been busy all morning.”

“What about last night?”

“I didn’t really get a chance to ask. I’ll do so when he’s better.”

“Was he out of his mind? How did he even-”

“Ya! Alex, I’ll take care of it. I gotta go, so take care.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Me too, bye.”

    Once you were sure Hyunjin was resting well you finished cleaning the apartment. You did the laundry as well, and noted to go grocery shopping tomorrow when he was better. Every hour or so you checked on him, seeing that his fever broke in the afternoon. The next day he was already on his feet, seeming to be back to his old self. Although you knew there was a conversation to be had, as did he, asking you to join him for breakfast at the table.

“Thank you for taking care of me yesterday.”

“It’s part of my job.”

“Still. I’m grateful.”

“I’m just glad to see you’re better.” You cleared your throat. “I did want to ask you about-”

“You haven’t broken up with him? Have you?”

“Ah… no… I don’t see why-”

“I told you to break up with him.”

“Why is that your business?”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry… I just… I don’t understand why you are asking me to do that? My-”

“Your contract states you work for me. Besides your basic duties you do whatever else I say.”

“In regards to maintaining the apartment and your well being. My personal life has nothing to do with that.”

“It does. Just yesterday you took a call from him while I was lying sick in bed.”

“I’ve taken calls throughout the day before, and they’re always brief. You didn’t even know I had a boyfriend until recently. Clearly my relationship isn’t an issue here.”

“It is.”

“Only because you don’t like it! And why is that? He’s not distracting me from work, none of the people I socialize with have. I’ve done an excellent job so far, haven’t I?”

“Break up with him.”

“Why?”

“Cause I said so.”

“That’s not a valid reason.”

“It is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you going to keep arguing with me!”

“Why do you want me to break up with him? You don’t know him, or me.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“You-”

    There was a sudden aggressive knocking at the door, and you immediately knew who it was. You got up and rushed over to the door, seeing Alex standing there.

“Ya, what are you doing here? You can’t just come here, how did you even know this was the apartment?”

“Where is he? Where’s that-”

“Ya!”

    You had only opened the door a bit, somewhat speaking to Alex in a low voice. Although soon enough Hyunjin yanked the door wide open. He took in the sight before him, seeming unimpressed.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t it too early to be making such a fuss?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“The other night when you were telling-”

“Ah, that, you’re so upset aren’t you? Do I intimidate you? I’ve got better looks than you, money, I can take better care of her in every way.”

“You-”

    Hyunjin shoved Alex back, quickly grabbing you and pinning you against the wall. Before you could try to get him off his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you softly at first, but then he seemed to get desperate, his hands reaching up to hold your head, his kiss getting rougher. You were too caught up in the shock you didn’t react, just taking it. When he pulled away you were both out of breath, and that’s when it started to hit. There was a funny taste on your lips, and you were starting to feel dizzy. Your view of Alex was blocked as Hyunjin held your head away from the door. You couldn’t see the disbelief on Alex’s face, or the smirk that decorated Hyunjin’s lips.

“Get lost.”

    Hyunjin let you go and went over to slam the door shut, locking it as well. As he did that you slid down the wall, your head spinning.

“Hyunjin… what did… what did you…”

    Hyunjin knelt down before you, gently petting your head. He hummed to himself for a moment as he took you in.

“It works pretty fast.”

“… what…”

“Just a special little concoction I made.” Hyunjin licked his lips. “I’m used to it, but a pretty little girl like you, it works wonders doesn’t it?”

“… you… you…”

“Sh, just close your eyes and get some rest. Everything will be just fine.”

    You could vaguely make out Hyunjin’s smiling face as everything faded to black. It felt like an eternity to float in the void, but even when you regained consciousness you had no idea how much time had passed. You found yourself in the corner of Hyunjin’s art studio, your hands cuffed and hanging above your head, at least you were sitting down. Your head was still spinning, but it wasn’t as bad as before. You looked at your restraints, trying to figure out how to get out of them. While you were distracted you missed Hyunjin walking in.

“You’re awake.”

    His voice startled you, making you jump. He chuckled and sat down in front of you, reaching over to caress your cheek but you flinched, moving back.

“Why… why are you doing this…”

“You know why I liked you so much? Because you were so well behaved.” Hyunjin moved closer until he was sitting in your lap, caressing your face. “You were such a good girl. You did all your work without question or complaints, and most of all you didn’t make a move. Many others have offered themselves to me before, thinking, or maybe hoping, it was part of the job, but they were just annoying. You were so respectful and cute, I loved it. Then I found out you had a boyfriend, and I realized it wasn’t that you were being respectful, you just weren’t interested in me. I admire your loyalty, but honestly your boyfriend doesn’t deserve you.”

“You can’t-”

“What kind of boyfriend lets their girlfriend live with another guy? Especially someone who’s so much better than them? He shouldn’t have allowed it, and yet here you are. He should be making more of an effort to get you out of here, to make sure you’re never in a position to need a job like this again, but he hasn’t done anything like that, has he?”

“…”

“He’s not a good boyfriend, but I can be so much better.”

“Fuck you!”

“Is that anyway to speak to your boss?”

“Yes, cause I fucken quit!”

    Hyunjin stared at you with a blank expression for a good minute before bursting out into laughter. He fell off your lap and wrapped his arms around his stomach, still laughing. It made you uneasy to see it. Eventually he seemed to calm down, catching his breath and wiping away his tears.

“Oh, y/n, there’s no one here who gives a fuck.”

“Let me go!”

“Not gonna happen. Besides, you can’t quit.”

“What?”

“Shall we go over your contract?”

    Hyunjin stepped out for a moment before returning with some papers, sitting down across from you. He flipped over a few pages.

“Let’s see… right here it states… I agree to forfeit my ability to terminate my contract, therefore I will fulfill my duties until the two years are up.”

“Two years?! The contract was for six months!”

“I guess you didn’t read it properly.”

“No I fucken did! This job was already so weird and-”

“It says so right here baby.” Hyunjin showed you the contract, and your signature. “Two years, and you can’t quit. Only I can terminate the contract early, and I have no intention of doing so.”

“You changed the contract! I never signed that!”

“That’s not gonna hold up in court.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, baby, it’s fuck me, please. We’ll work on that.”

“Let me go you fucker!”

“We’ve been over this, not gonna happen. I own you for the next two years baby girl.” Hyunjin pet your head. “You were so well behaved up until now, but that’s okay. I’ll turn you back into that good girl.”

“Let me go!”

    You started thrashing in your restraints, ignoring the pain in your wrists. Hyunjin merely chuckled, stepping out for a moment before returning with a needle and vial. You saw him filling the needle, trying to kick at him to keep you away, but he managed to get in your lap again.

“It’s okay baby, just a little something to help you sleep. I have things to do, and I don’t want to worry about leaving you home alone.” 

    Hyunjin grabbed your head and turned it to the side to expose your neck. You did your best to struggle, but it didn’t stop the needle from going into your skin.

“There, there, just close your eyes and rest baby girl.”

    Hyunjin kissed your head, watching you doze off as he pet your head. You tried to fight the sedative, but there was no way you could. You were scared above all else as the darkness consumed you, unsure of what would happen next. When you woke up again you felt more disoriented. The art studio didn’t have a window, so sunlight couldn’t damage anything, meaning you had no way to tell the time. Even in your state, your mind was focused on escaping. You managed to stand up, staring down at your restraints. 

    You followed the chain up to the ceiling, seeing that it continued to the other side of the room where it was attached to some heavy weight. You didn’t have much room to move, so your only option was to get the cuffs off. They were tight, but there was a bit of looseness. Although you knew the only way to take advantage of that was to pop your thumb out of place, both of them. You were trying to build up the courage when the door opened. You quickly scrambled as far away as you could, but you just wound up cornering yourself.

“What are you doing? You might hurt yourself.”

    Hyunjin set down the tray he had brought with him, approaching you. Anything you did to try and keep him away was pointless. He grabbed your hands and examined them, seeing how red your wrists were from struggling.

“I should take care of that first, don’t you agree?”

“Just… just let me go…”

“This again? I told-”

    Aggressive knocking interrupted, and you both knew who that was. Hyunjin quickly covered your mouth before you thought to scream.

“Aish, we’re gonna have to deal with that annoying thing eventually, don’t you think? For now, you be a good girl and keep quiet.”

    You didn’t want to think of the consequences, so you nodded your head. Hyunjin slowly let you go, making sure you didn’t try anything before stepping out of the room, shutting the door behind him. It was quiet on your end, so you had no idea what was really going on.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

    Hyunjin opened the door to see two police men with Alex. He sighed and rolled his eyes, annoyed over all this trouble.

“Hello, Mr. Hwang.” The officers bowed. “We apologize for the disturbance.”

“You’re just doing your job. How can I help you?”

“We’ve had a missing persons report filed for a, uh, y/n.”

“Who?”

“Y/n!” Alex yelled. “She works for you!”

“Ah, you mean my caretaker. Is she missing? She was here this morning.”

“She hasn’t messaged or called anyone in two days! Last time I was here-”

“Sir, please calm down.” The officer said. “Mr. Hwang, you said y/n is your caretaker. Where is she now?”

“She told me she went out grocery shopping.”

“Where?!” Alex questioned. “She would-”

“I don’t know where. My caretakers go wherever they prefer. As for your concern, my caretakers know not to be on their phone while working. She’s perfectly fine I assure you.”

“You-”

“Officers you are aware this gentleman is y/n’s supposed boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry.” The officer said. “I was not aware. What does this have to do with the missing person’s report?”

“I don’t know what goes on in y/n’s personal life, but maybe they’re having a rough patch and she doesn’t want to talk to him, and he’s taken that badly. Even seems to have dragged the police into things in order to see her.”

“Ah, I see.”

“That’s bullshit! What did you do!”

    Alex pushed past the two officers into the apartment, but was quickly grabbed and pulled back out. Hyunjin started laughing at the whole situation.

“Easy there, I could have you arrested right now for trespassing.”

“You little-”

“That’s enough, sir.” The officer said. “We apologize for the inconvenience Mr. Hwang, we’ll be going now.”

“Glad to be of service.”

    Hyunjin offered a polite smile as he closed the door, immediately rolling his eyes once he was alone. He took a moment to compose himself before returning to the studio. You were still in the corner, anxiously awaiting his return.

“Wanna guess who that was?” Hyunjin teased. “Your boyfriend with some police escort. Thinks you’re missing.”

“How… how long have I been here?”

“Uh, about two days now, but I doubt he’ll be by again.”

“What did you do!”

“Just told the officers you two are having a rough time and he’s intruding in your life. The police know me, and will know better than to listen to him.”

“You-”

“We can deal with him later, you should eat first.”

    Hyunjin had prepared something for you, but you didn’t trust it. He got you to sit again and tried to feed you but you weren’t going to have anything.

“I’d never ruin the food, but maybe you’re hungry for something else.” Hyunjin leaned in close. “Tell me baby, are you a virgin?”

“What!”

“I guess the answer doesn’t really matter. I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t want anyone else. But I really hope I get to be your first everything.”

“Wait-”

    Hyunjin pressed his lips against yours, and you could already taste something strange. With your hands hanging above your head you couldn’t even push him off, completely at his mercy. By the time he pulled away you were feeling dizzy. It was hard to focus but Hyunjin grabbed your face.

“And how are we feeling baby girl? Good right?” He giggled. “That’s only the beginning.”

    He freed you from your restraints, not like you would have the strength to move. He grabbed one of your arms, kissing at your wrist where it was red, making you flinch and whimper from the sting. At some point he got you out of your shirt and bra, kissing at your jaw and making his way down. His mouth found one of your breasts, latching on and sucking. When he pulled away there was an audible pop, and he moved over to give the other one some attention too. Your body kept shivering from his touch, feeling cold from his wet lips but also feeling a heat building inside. You couldn’t protest his actions, merely lying there and taking it.

“How do you feel?” He kissed your tummy. “Good I bet. Shall we continue?”

    A hand slipped into your pants, slipping under your panties as well. His cold hand against your core. You shook from his touch, bringing a smile to his face. His fingers soon began to rub along your entrance, making you all the more wet. You couldn’t help but whine, hating this and loving it all at once. He didn’t even bother to ask if you were ready before pushing a finger into you. A moan escaped your lips, and he took that as a sign to continue. As he worked his way in and out his thumb was pressing against your clit, rubbing it in pretty circles as your squirmed and melted into his touch.

    You were practically drunk on lust by the time he added a second finger, stretching you out nicely and looking for that sweet spot. When he hit it you mewled, a whole new sensation overcoming your body. Hyunjin got you completely naked, spreading your legs wide so he could get deeper, pressing kisses against your inner thigh, leaving a few marks as well. Although despite his gentleness he was getting impatient, roughly adding a third finger and working you over until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you ready for your present baby girl?” Hyunjin kissed you. “Let me know how good you feel.”

    You hadn’t really registered any of his words, just aware of an emptiness inside you, and feeling like you were getting cold. There was just whimpering until you felt a weight on you, feeling something rubbing against your entrance before pushing in all the way with one thrust. Your mouth hung open as you arched your back. No amount of prep could probably prepare you for how big he was. You felt so full, feeling completely blissed out as your walls stretched to accommodate him. 

“Fuck you’re so tight baby, definitely a virgin.” Hyunjin grabbed your face so you’d look at him. “Tell me the truth, is this your first time? Am I the first cock you’ve ever taken.”

  You nodded with a drunk smile on your face, eyes hazy from all the sensations exploding into your body for the first time. You could imagine and fantasize about your first time, but nothing could prepare you for now.

“I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

    He had been holding back just a bit, but once you confirmed you were a virgin he went off. This was a special moment and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He could have been gentle but he wanted to give you a proper experience. He grabbed your hips tight, nearly pulling out before slamming right back into you, feeling how you squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go. His pace was relentless and you were loving every bit of it. He had gotten into a rhythm but he started getting sloppy.

“So close baby, you’re taking my cock so well.”

    You nodded your head, not entirely sure what he was talking about, but you were burning up. It was like some sort of fever but more intense, and left you feeling so high. You could feel it building and building, scrambling to grab onto Hyunjin despite the lack of coordination. He wound up taking your hands in his, holding them above your head and kissing you. By then the taste of his lips was intoxicating, and you hungrily kissed back, wanting more and more. Then you felt a different kind of warmth, something inside you.

    Hyunjin was moaning into your mouth, his whole body twitching as he spilled his seed inside you, a blissed out look on his face. It was such a different feeling it pushed you to the edge as well. Your whole body shook, squeezing him tighter, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. As you came down you still felt your body tingling, Hyunjin pressing breathless kisses against your skin, mumbling about how amazing you were. With whatever strength he had left he’d thrust back up into your sensitive pussy, making you squirm.

“So pretty, and all mine.”

    With the high wearing off you could feel exhaustion taking over. Your eyelids became heavy and you found it hard to stay awake. A few senseless mumbles escaped your lips, but in the end sleep took hold of you and you drifted off into dreamland. You got some decent amount of rest, but you wound up waking up sooner than expected. As you regained your senses you could feel a softness underneath you, figuring out you were lying on a bed. When you opened your eyes you realized you were in Hyunjin’s room, and he was gently rubbing lotion onto your wrists, wrapping it up as well.

“Hyunjin…”

“Ah, you’re awake. Let me help with that.”

“What?”

    You noticed Hyunjin tapping something on his smartwatch and then you screamed. An electric shock coursed through your body, jolting you upright. You quickly reached up to find a collar around your neck. It didn’t seem to come off, and then you felt another shock.

“Bad girl.”

“What did you do!”

“Just a little taste. The collar makes sure you can’t set food outside the apartment, and if you ever need to go out for shopping I’ll go with you. As long as you don’t get more than five feet away from me you’ll be fine.”

“You’re psychotic!”

“Says the girl who came all over my cock.”

“You-”

“Don’t lie to yourself.”

    Hyunjin crawled over to you, pinning you down. You looked away but he made you look up at him. He watched you for a moment, gently grinding his hips down on you.

“I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did. You were so fucken tight and so fucken hot. I can’t wait to do it again but you have to be a good girl.”

“Fuck you.”

“It’s fuck me, but you’ll get there eventually. Maybe I’ll even invite my friends over.” Hyunjin kissed you softly. “Anyway, there’s something you gotta do.”

    He moved away from you and grabbed something off the nightstand. Next thing you knew he was holding out your phone.

“Break up with him.”

“And if I say no?”

Hyunjin chuckled. “You really wanna know?”

“…”

“And don’t try to be funny. I’m already gonna have to deal with him and don’t feel like bothering the police too much.”

    You nervously took the phone, thinking of texting but he wanted you to call him. You took a breath and dialed Alex, although Hyunjin made sure the call was on speaker.

“Y/n, why didn’t you call me sooner? I’ve been worried sick, and the police think I’m delusional. You need to quit that job right now. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll figure out-”

“Alex.”

“What?”

“I’m fine… I don’t know what ideas you have in your head but I’m alright.”

“…”

“Honestly, I’ve been meaning to tell you… I can’t do this anymore and-”

“Is he making you do this?”

“Alex-”

“Am I on speaker?”

“… Alex, just-”

“Listen here you piece of shit I don’t know who you think you are-”

“This is why I can’t be with you anymore!” You were on the verge of tears. “Just cause my job involves living with another guy you’ve been all crazy, and I won’t tolerate it anymore. We’re done.”

“Y/n, you can’t be-”

“I’m breaking up with you. So don’t call or text me anymore, bye.”

    You hung up the phone before you started crying. Hyunjin took the phone from you and tossed it off to the side, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheeks to wipe off the tears.

“You did so good baby, I’m proud of you. He didn’t deserve you.”

“You… you’re a monster…”

“More like an angel who saved you.” He hugged you tight. “Shall I make breakfast, or order out? It’s been a while since you last ate, you must be hungry.”

“Leave me alone…”

“I’ll order something. Don’t want you all alone through this heartache. Now, how about a kiss?”

“…”

“Let’s try that again.” Hyunjin electrocuted you. “Kiss?”

    You were still shaking but you leaned over to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek. He smiled brightly, giving you a little kiss. Although you couldn’t just remain speechless.

“… why… why me…”

“Huh?”

“Plenty… there are plenty… of girls… who would be into… you and…”

“But they’re not like you.”

“Me?”

“You’re special.” Hyunjin came over and grabbed your face. “You’re soft and sweet and just perfect. Why wouldn’t I want you?”

“That’s not… that’s not how these things work…’

“What things?”

“Relationships… you can’t just-”

“Sh, sh, sh, I know these things take time. So let’s start now.”

“No…”

“What?”

“You… you haven’t-”

“Aish, are you gonna be like this? Won’t even give me a chance?”

“You-”

“It’s okay, I’ll show you how great I can be. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever.”

“But-”

“You’ll learn to love me, promise.”

    Hyunjin kissed your head and pulled you into his arms. He hummed and pet your head, rocking you to the sides. You couldn’t see how happy he was, and he couldn’t see how terrified you were. You didn’t know how to get out of this situation. Not with the contract hanging over your head, and the collar around your neck. You couldn’t really understand how you wound up in this situation.

“Hyunjin…”

“Hm?”

“Do you… do you think… you love me?”

“What kind of question is that?” Hyunjin chuckled. “Of course I love you.”

“How… you’ve…”

“Love is love, baby girl. I get you probably don’t know what that is, but I’ll be sure to teach you. I’ll make you so happy.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, I know you like me, so we’re just gonna turn that into love. I’ll be gentle, for the most part.” Hyunjin kissed your head. “I love you, and you’re gonna love me so much.”

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Hidden Hope

Warning: This chapter contains Blood, Violence, Spiders, Claustrophobia, Mentions of Weaponry, Disturbing Imagery.

Special Note: Thank you all with your patience with this chapter. This one is EXTRA special, because I have two very fun things to share with you all! I got two commissions done by some very talented artists! I'm so happy with them, I look at them all the time! One is of Ikito and the other is a nearly perfect rendition of my horrid sin-eater creation. I'll put the photos at the very end of this post, so those who don't wish to see can skip that part altogether. However, if you don't mind a little bit of disturbing monster imagery, please check out the art! The artists put their love into it, I can tell! Thank you all again, for enjoying and supporting this little story of mine. Now, without further ado...

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“I found one.” 

There was a strange mix of sensations as your stomach lurched at the sudden voice but also stopped churning with relief. Beel stepped back inside the house, shutting the door behind him to stave off the assault of the cold. Snow fell off of his shoes and created small piles in the doorway. He took one look at you and frowned at your pacing, but you couldn’t help yourself. He’d gone outside. Alone. No amount of arguing or begging convinced him to let you go with him. Even after you explained that the creature– the sin eater– was still out there. Blinded, injuries or not, you had the nagging suspicion you all weren’t safe from the thing. 

You halted your worried walking and approached him. “You did? Did you go inside? Was there food?” 

At the mention of food, Beel looked off to the side, almost as if he was thinking about what it would be like to be having a wonderful meal at Hell’s Kitchen right now. God, wouldn’t that be wonderful? The pains in your stomach were nearly enough now to drive you to your knees, and it seemed to almost be getting worse every minute that passed. You were starving to death. The demon of gluttony could almost sense this, glancing away from you with a pained look in his eye. “It’s…locked.” 

A little bit of hope sank. “But, you could just tear off the doors, couldn’t you?” Magic or not, there weren’t very many things that could keep a determined Beel away. You’d seen him punch his way through rock before. 

The demon turned his head back at you and shook it. “I tried… There’s…some weird magic keeping me from even touching it. None of my magic will work either, no matter how hard I try…” Poor thing looked defeated. 

“Demonic magic doesn’t work here.” You touched his arm gently, trying to reassure him that he was doing his best, that it wasn’t his fault. “Which means…” You stood up straighter and reached a hand out for the door only to have a hand wrap around your wrist. There were many words that Beel wanted to say, but he kept silent. Although, you knew from just the look on his face that he was almost pleading with you not to go outside. The worry for your safety shuddered throughout his body, his fingers trembling, tightening around you before loosening, worried about squeezing you too tightly. “This place doesn’t seem to have a problem with humans. I…have a feeling I can get inside.” 

Judging by the expression on his face, he knew you were right. He believed in you with his whole soul. However… “The sin eater is still out there. I can’t let…” It seemed he didn’t even want to utter the possibilities, as if mentioning them would manifest them into existence. He couldn’t take any risks. Both he and Belphie had skirted around talking about the sin eater, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Sure, it was monstrous and essentially a living nightmare, but you were sure the twins had seen worse in the Devildom. Hadn’t they? Together, there was little they were afraid of. Although with this thing…there was more than just fear in their faces. It’s as if…between the creases in their skin, you could catch a glimpse of guilt. 

“Tell me…” You spoke softly, breaking the silence after a moment, turning your head to glance towards the door as if you could look past the wood. “What…is it? What’s a sin eater?” Even after the question left your lips, you found yourself wondering if you truly wanted to know the answer. On one hand, you never wanted to think about the thing again, much less learn more about it. But…you hated being left in the dark, knowing that everyone around you knew more than you did. You didn’t want to be soft. Coddled. Protected like you were some fragile little human that couldn’t take a bit of terrifying information. Yes. You wanted to know. 

Beel’s hand lifted your wrist, feeling the pulse of your heartbeat. Then his touch dropped. He lifted his head a little, looking generally in Belphie’s direction, the guilt tearing a new shred into his heart. His feet shifted over the ground, the last bit of snow melting off his shoes, little puddles on the floor. After a moment of anxious silence, his head nodded, as if he was accepting the truth himself. “It’s a weapon.” The curve of his back pressed against the wall of the small entryway. He rubbed his hands together, touching his wrists and feeling the lines in his palms in the way he usually did when he was lost in thought and stressed. “For the war…back when we were angels.” That’s where the guilt came from. “Demons have a natural ability to destroy. Angels counter that with the talent to create. It keeps things in balance. So…the Celestial Realm found itself overwhelmed quite a few times by the Devildom’s sheer power. So, weapons were created to assist us in the war.” 

Your teeth gently bit down on the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. “So, that’s why it targets demons specifically.” Like Belphie…and that demon who served as inspiration– plagiarization– for Ikito’s likeness. 

“It’s their only purpose…” Beel shook his head a little, clearly disturbed at this creature and the mere fact that it existed. “They’re only alive in the sense that they can be killed, but in every other sense, they’re only a tool to hunt. They don’t have emotions. They don’t procreate. They don’t sleep. They don’t even need to eat to live, they just consume demons to…ensure that they’re thoroughly dead…Soul, body, and all.” Beel’s body twitched and lurched slightly, as if he was about to be sick, but he kept himself from doing so. “Lucifer said there were many things that led him to questioning Father, but the first time I ever saw him speak back to Father to His face was when the Sin Eaters were made. Lucifer hated them. Said they were abominations. That we would all be weak if we were to hide behind them to win the war. His pride was ever so strong even back then.” The thought of Lucifer brought a little bit of color back to his face. Beel looked up to him so much. “After the war between realms ended, it was agreed between both worlds that to better keep the peace, the sin eaters should be destroyed. And so they were…or they were supposed to be…but…” 

Clearly one still existed. At least, you hoped there was only one. “Belphie and I injured it. Took off its…face…mask…thing.” The memory made you queasy, but a bit proud in a twisted sort of way. “They don’t…regenerate, do they?” 

Beel’s eyes flickered in his head as he thought. “I don’t think so. They don’t have any magic of their own. All the magic they have is contained in the sigils they are given by the angels.” A little bit of hope and relief sparked in you, but for some reason, Beel didn’t seem to react the same way. “It’s how they ‘see’. They scan for demonic energy and don’t stop until it’s gone.” 

“So it is blind then? Isn’t that a good thing?” Surely it had to be…

“I…I don’t really know about them too much. I never…liked the idea of being eaten.” That had always been known to you. There had been many nights where Beel awoke from nightmares, haunted by the idea of being devoured by the very meals he consumed without a second thought. Although, now it seemed that this fear originated far before he was even known as Gluttony. “Even though I was an angel when they were used, they…terrified me. Belphie would know more…” Beel’s voice went a little softer before he straightened his shoulders. “But I’m worried…that since it can’t tell what’s demonic or not…” 

The realization came to you, another coil winding into your stomach. “It’ll destroy anything…indiscriminately.” Which meant you no longer had your immunity. One step forward and one step back at the same time like it always was in this infuriating place. It could be rampaging and tearing down anything in its wake. Which Beel knew. Hence why he was now so worried about you leaving the house, even if you were only taking a few steps away from its walls. Not to mention, you both had no idea what was lying underneath the house. For all you knew, it could be a trap. Then again, traps were hardly ever sealed. Risks had to be taken. Especially when survival was involved. You took a deep breath in, almost as if you could eat the air, trying to fill your stomach with anything it could get. “I don’t think the creature is around the house, Beel. And…I think I’m the only one that can open the cellar door.” 

His jaw clenched. He knew this was coming. He knew you would be stubborn enough to not change your mind. “Then I’ll come out with you.” 

“Stay with Belphie,” you suggested, a little smile coming to your face, one surprisingly confident. “I don’t think he should be left alone.” On top of that, this place didn’t seem very forgiving of demons. Beel could be in danger down there. 

Another choice. Torn again between two people he cared about. You could see the torment behind his eyes. You had to shake your head and quickly wrap your arms around his waist. “I’ll be careful. If I’m not back in ten minutes, you can come out to get me.” The warmth of his body washed over you and soaked into your skin. You pulled away from him and shrugged the disheveled but now-dry coat tighter over your shoulders. “Ten minutes.” 

“Ten minutes…Or if anything feels wrong,” he whispered, as if finally agreeing. “It’s around to the right.” 

Another step back was taken before your hand wrapped around the chill metal of the door handle. You glanced at the worried Beel before opening the door. The air outside was just as cold and unforgiving as you remembered it being. Although, the silence was a surprisingly welcoming fact. The absence of noise meant the absence of any unwanted monsters. You turned your head to nod at Beel. “I’ll be back,” you said with as much comfort and assurance as you could muster. Hopefully, you’d be back with food. Anything you could get your hands on would seem like a heaping feast. The gentle smile on your face faded as the door shut between you two. 

Beel’s footsteps were clear in the snow around the house, showing you the pathing he had taken. Turning to the right, you stuck close to the walls of the house as you searched for the cellar doors. Luckily for you, Beel had done most of the work. The two doors sticking up slanted above the ground were exposed, two piles of disturbed snow by them. The doors had more than likely been hidden, buried under the frozen white until Beel dug them free. You approached the doors hesitantly, trying to be cautious but not allowing the fear to cripple your movement. As you got closer, you outstretched a hand, slowly motioning to grab the handles to the entrance. A barrier was there, you could feel it. An invisible ripple of magic meant to keep demons at bay. But for you…You could feel your body pass through it. It was an odd sensation, like breaching a thick film settled on the surface of liquid. Your fingers wrapped around the little u-handles before you pried the doors open. They creaked, the screams from the aged hinges nearly making you sweat despite the cold. Too loud. Once it seemed like the sound settled, you glanced down into the darkness. A single wooden handrail trailed downwards on your left side. The first five steps were illuminated…the rest were cast in shadow. The first step you took was made subconsciously. The rest were forced, your willpower overcoming your body’s natural aversion to the unknown. Your palm wrapped around the handrail, your other pressing against the rocky uncut stone wall for extra support. A single breath. A moment of calm. Down you went. 

Crack, creak, groan. Snap, slam, moan. It felt as if everything and nothing was happening all at once. The boredom brought him to tears. Or perhaps it was simply all this dust. Mountains of dust. Endless layers of grime. Time had suggested that these things were stored here to be forgotten, and yet here they were, kicking up things that should've been left to settle still. Box after box after box. Each one left Asmo more frustrated than the last. There was nothing here. This was a waste of time. He should be…with MC! Or with his other brothers! Doing something productive! He knows he's here to help keep Satan's head on his shoulders, to use his keen eyes to sift through the details and find the imperfections, but he can't take this anymore! It’s all off! It doesn't help him any that Satan keeps fluttering off somewhere, muttering to himself, no longer focused on the task at hand. Ever since his brother found that small blood trail, the demon of wrath seemed distant, distracted, lost in his own mind trying to solve a question that no one asked. It seems more like they’re following some wild goose chase now, Satan walking around in circles, chasing dead ends. 

There was some sort of haze in the warehouse, and Asmo wasn’t entirely sure if it was the mind-numbing repetitiveness of cracking open a crate to find nothing inside or if it was something else. It seeped into his skin, a creeping feeling crawling up his back. Perhaps Satan was feeling it as well, which is why his brother kept returning to that one aisle to stare at the same drops of blood over and over and over again. Obsessed. As if observing it for a twentieth time at a different angle in a different light would reward him with a different answer. 

The demon of lust sighed heavily, reaching into his pocket to pull out his D.D.D. to check the time. Just exactly how long had they been at this now? How long before they could go home and reconvene with the others? It felt…lonely out here. His brothers were a rowdy, exhausting bunch, but he wanted to be home, listening to people shout each others names down the hall, hearing the frantic footsteps of people chasing each other through the House. As soon as the screen to the device lit up, a large black and red spider skittered across his phone and onto the back of his hand. Asmo shrieked, jumping back and dropping his phone at the same time. With a flick of his wrist, Asmo sent the spider across the room with a shudder. It seemed unfazed, crawling across the floor and up the wall, slipping through a gap near the ceiling.

“That’s it!” The fifth-born felt the air around him grow warm as he had half a mind to blow the rest of this warehouse to bits. His palms ran over the entire length of his body, brushing off every inch of his clothes. It was as if he could almost feel more of those things moving across his body, but it was simply paranoia. His chest felt tight, and despite the roof of the warehouse looming overhead, the building felt like it was shrinking, getting smaller, threatening to trap him in one of these little empty crates. Every breath, every moment his heart pounded in his chest, it seemed to make the environment more crowded. 

At this, a few rapid steps were heard before the bright blonde head of Satan cropped up at the end of the aisle. “What’s wrong? What happened? Did you find something?” 

“No!” Asmo spat a bit, his voice nearly cracking. “We’ve found absolutely nothing here but blood and dust and bugs and dead ends! Stuck in this cruddy cramped building with no way out and–” Before he could continue, Satan seemed to be over at his side, gripping the sides of Asmo’s arms, snapping him out of it. 

“You’re not trapped, Asmo. Do the walls feel like they’re closing in?” Satan wondered, a knowing look in his eye, to which Asmo nodded. Satan hummed. “Then go outside and wait for me. I’ll finish up here and then we can leave. I think we have enough information for Diavolo.” Satan let him go after a moment, taking a step back and giving his brother a simple nod and a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. 

The fifth-born lowered his head a bit, a deep frown crossing over his lips. Asmo had been the one not too long ago to keep Satan from freaking out, and now here he was, doing the same. Maybe that’s why Diavolo insisted they all move in groups. There was something in the air, something planting itself in all of them that would drive most demons mad. They needed the support of each other to make it through this. That’s how it’s always been… Even when his brothers can’t stand each other…they needed to be together. Asmo took in a deep breath, rubbing his hand where the accursed arachnid crawled over his skin. He nodded, paused to think and then nodded again. “Okay…if you’re sure. Don’t take too long,” he encouraged, taking a little step back away from Satan as he felt his wings flutter. 

Before he fully realized it, he was outside, taking the clear air into his lungs as if he’d been close to drowning. It felt better out here. Sure, he might’ve had the teensiest bit of claustrophobia, but it…seemed like there was more to it than that. The longer he was in there, the more the building itself felt like it was dangerous, and Asmo didn’t know why. He just knew he would be better off anywhere other than here. Satan didn’t have the same issue. If anything, it appeared to Asmo that the building was luring his brother deeper in. Little clues and hidden secrets that spun Satan’s curiosity on an endless loop. Actually, the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, especially as the crisp air seemed to clear his head. Was there…magic in the air?... 

Snap. The sound of a broken twig caused Asmo to whirl around, his heart in his throat. Suddenly, the space around him seemed too quiet. The small hairs on the back of the demon’s neck stood up on end as his eyes scanned the surroundings. Another demon? Someone they missed? A member of the council? Asmo’s heart stopped, but then he shook his head, his hair coming loose from its proper placement. No…no, he would be able to tell if it was one of them, and why would one of them come all the way out here anyway? He’d be done with this little pest and then wait more for Satan. Asmo took a step forward, fingers curved as his already sharp nails grew into knife-like claws. Off in the distance, a shadow moved from tree to tree, hiding their shape behind the trunks. There. With a steady breath, Asmo raced forward to where he saw the figure, curving around the trees and burying his nails deep inside. But…there was no one. No sound of footsteps, no warmth of a body in his grasp, just splinters digging into the pads of his fingers. 

Asmo took another step back, his eyes narrowing at the marks he had made in the tree. Confusion flooded his mind. Had he seen things? No…his eyes wouldn’t lie, would they? He saw someone, he did! They must’ve just snuck off… They were still around here somewhere… Asmo’s chest heaved silently, a thin veil of panic stretching over him. This was fine… This should be fine. Just some random lesser demon to take care of…right? Then why was his gut squeezing? Why was the air feeling thicker with each breath? The space around him wavered like the human world did when the sun was scorching down on everyone. It warped around him, flicked at his feet. 

A hand grabbed Asmo’s neck from behind. 

The demon of lust spun around, a shrill little growl leaving the back of his throat as he went to swipe at whoever dared grab him! Then he stopped in his tracks, his nails returning to their usual length, his heart stopping once more as he nearly gouged his brother’s face. Asmo looked even more confused before the sensations he was feeling flooded out of him, replaced with frustration instead. “What the hell?!” He shoved his brother so harshly, the other demon fell to the ground. “I thought…” 

“You thought…what?” There was a hint of a sneer in his face. 

With one hand on his hip, Asmo sighed, his head tilting back as far as it could. Breathe. One…Two…Three… Then his attention snapped back to his sibling. “You know ‘what’! Don’t go sneaking around, especially with what’s going on!” One of his fingers pointed accusatory down at his little brother. “You shouldn’t be here anyway… Why are you here, Belphie?” 

The demon of sloth remained on the ground, lounging, too lazy to let himself get up. The fluffy end of his tail twitched. “The angels and MC were worried. We haven’t heard reports back from anyone yet. So I decided to check on you two since you’re the easiest to get to and all.” Belphie’s eyes stared off at nothing, but Asmo was acutely aware of the fact that he was being watched. He always knew when he was being watched, and he normally loved the attention, but… 

“That makes sense, I guess…” The older of the two rubbed his own arm in a self-comforting gesture. It worried him that no one else had reported back, but considering where his other brothers were heading, it made sense. Communication between them all would be rare… “Still, you didn’t have to scare me.” 

“Boo,” Belphegor laughed, finally rocking his body back and forth before he sat up on the ground. 

Asmodeus tutted softly, holding his hand out for his brother to take to get him to his feet. His little brother took it, standing up straight just to drape himself against his body. Asmo sighed, holding his brother’s torso in his arms. He felt comforted by the warmth of his brother’s body, although a little annoyed at having to drag him. “We’re waiting for Satan to finish up in there, and then we can just all go home together.” 

Belphie remained in his arms for a little while longer before standing up on his own and yawning. “Did you guys find anything?” 

At that, the demon of lust shifted awkwardly on his feet. “No. Nothing.” A tilt of the head. “Well, Satan thinks he found something. He’s gotten pretty obsessed in there…I’m a little bit worried he’ll never come out.” 

A heavy sigh left Sloth’s lungs, although Asmo noticed that the corner of his brother's mouth twitched. To anyone else, they wouldn’t have noticed, but to him, where body language was everything, it was blindingly obvious. It was almost as if his brother was amused. “That’s Satan for ya… He’ll get so caught up in the little details, he doesn’t notice the obvious right in front of him.” It was said in an admirable sort of way, with an undertone that left a small chill in Asmo’s bones. “It’s a good thing you were there for him. I can’t imagine what would happen if he were left by himself.” 

There was something…odd with the way Belphie was speaking. Asmo couldn’t outwardly place it. “Are you angry?” He asked. “Upset that you were left at home?” He took in another breath to speak, but he was cut off.

“No, I’m not upset.” The youngest brother stretched, his arms folded behind his head. “Actually, I think it was best that I was asked to stay at home.”

“Really?” Asmodeus couldn’t help but fold his arms a bit, shifting his weight to one leg. “You actually agree with Diavolo’s orders for once?” 

At the mention of the prince, Belphie rolled his eyes, his face dropping. “Maybe I had my own reasons for wanting to stay. I’m not just doing it because I was ordered to, alright?” 

That seemed much more like him, although Asmo had a hard time shaking away this abnormal feeling clinging to his back, like the spider was strolling along his spine. He looked over his shoulder, seeing a shift out of the corner of his eye, hoping it was Satan leaving the building. A rush of chilling fear pulsed through his veins as he looked away from Belphie and spun around. “It’s gone…” The warehouse… Satan…the building was no longer there. Satan! “Where did it…” A swirling mist seemed to lift up from the ground around his feet. The more Asmo took in the sight, the more it seemed less as if Satan had disappeared and more like he had. The clearing around him was not the same as it had been. The tree he had slashed behind him was nowhere to be seen… The marks he made couldn’t have vanished. His head spun. The environment kept shifting, like they were both moving without realizing it. Disoriented, lost, Asmo brought his hands to his temples. 

A comforting hand wrapped around Asmo’s arm, trailing up to his wrist, his hand. “Quit being so dramatic,” Belphie whispered. “Everything is exactly where it should be…” His brother reached into his own pocket, something shining in his hand, but Asmo didn’t have time to see what it was. 

All in an instant, his soul felt like it was being tugged from his body. Violently, he was strung along, whirling through empty darkness. At first, it felt as if he was being ripped in two directions, the feeling of Belphie’s hold still gripping his limbs. Two beings were fighting against him desperately, but one was much stronger than the other, or at least his pull was. After a few seconds, Asmo was back in himself, ready to shout. Before he could, a firm hand was planted over his mouth. Darkness surrounded Asmo, the only light coming from a very small hole near his waist. Lust’s arms were pinned to his sides to keep him from flailing about as heat from stale air and from another body pressed into his. The demon’s back smushed up against what felt like wood, his legs slightly bent as he was cramped into something. Which didn’t help his panic at all. Out of one bad situation and into another. Had he been saved or condemned? At the moment, he wasn’t sure. All he knew is that his chest felt tight. Constricted. However, a voice filled his ears. 

“Don’t freak out. Don’t make a sound.” The hand around Asmo’s mouth squeezed cautiously before letting him go. Solomon leaned back as much as he could, but there was little room to do so.

“Where-” Asmo squeaked, a little too loud for the sorcerer’s comfort, two hands clamping over the demon’s face this time. 

Solomon somehow managed to speak just above a whisper, so quiet, footsteps or perhaps even a breeze could drown out the sound. “Soon. I’ll explain everything in a second…Just stay still. Don’t panic.” 

Asmo had to gulp down his own fear, his hands shaking as he tried to think of what happened with Belphie before being summoned here. However, he found it difficult to get his thoughts straight as a cold sweat formed over his body at being stuck in what he was assuming was a small box. Well, small for two people at least. He couldn’t even find it in him to make a joke about how close he and Solomon were at the moment. Silence. More silence. His pact-mate continued to force him to stay still, but Asmo was starting to lose it. However, soon they both heard a noise. A high pitched and sharp sort of clacking. Asmo instantly knew it was the sound of heels on a hard surface. The steps were perfectly even, sounding strikingly similar to the steady ticking of a clock. The steps got closer and closer before the crate that Asmo and Solomon were inside was shifted, slightly lifted before they both got the sensation they were being moved. Asmo held onto the fabric around Solomon’s arms, his eyes squeezing shut even though he couldn’t see anything anyway. A door opened. More walking. Another door. More walking. They were being moved from one spot to another for a long time, taking very few turns until finally the walking stopped and a voice was heard. 

“Set it over there with the others.” The tone was deep and beautiful, much like Asmo would think Lucifer’s was, but this voice was practically empty. There was no life to it at all. No rise and fall of the pitch, just one tone all the way through. Almost artificial in nature. The voice was familiar, even though the demon of lust desperately wished it wasn’t. 

The crate settled on the ground, the heels moving away from them. A latch was shut and a lock was rattled. A minute passed. Then another minute. After Solomon was beyond certain they were alone and the owner of the voice was far gone, he dropped his hands. Asmo took the time to grab the sorcerer’s shoulders, shaking him a little, tears almost dotting his eyes. “Where are we Solomon?!” We have to get back! Satan was still back there…with Belphie. Something was wrong with Belphie…

The human shushed Asmo a little, the sound of wood creaking a bit as Solomon pressed his hands up towards the top of the box. A little magic glowed, flowing through the wood and dissipating. The gentle clanking of metal hitting the ground followed shortly after, the nails prying themselves free from the other side. Light soon shone through as Solomon slowly lifted up the lid to the crate, silently setting it on the floor, standing up as the bones in his knees and back popped. Solomon groaned softly in pain. How long had he been in here for?... The sorcerer pressed a single finger to his lips again, his normally bemused expression coldly serious this time. “We’re not safe here…” He warned. “I’m sorry to summon you like this. I wouldn’t under normal circumstances, but… I need your help.” He took Asmo’s hands in his own, pulling the demon up, freeing him from his compact prison. “The angels are in serious danger… They’re with Alastor.”  

Old wood creaked. Each plank tempted to snap. Even frozen time couldn’t save them from the elements. Or, perhaps they had simply been ancient to begin with. Each step was taken with care, both hands digging into their supports, the pad of the foot finding security before the heel followed. Although, misfortune tends to strike even with extreme vigilance. One of the steps before you was coated in a thin layer of ice. As your toe cracked its surface, you slipped. A stumble. A gasp. Luckily, your firm grasp on the rail and your survival instincts kept you from falling. Snapping your neck by falling down stairs after all you had been through was not the way you wanted your story to end. Not after all this. You clung to the rail, taking in a deep breath as your blood pounded past your ears. Then you noticed a tingling itchy feeling in the palm of your hand. The sharp stone wall had sliced your skin. It seemed like a fairly shallow wound, although you could tell even in the dim nearly non-existent light that it was bleeding. Beel would scold you, surely… Perhaps you deserved it for failing to bring a source of light with you. You’d become so accustomed to simply pulling out your D.D.D. whenever you needed it… Ah well, nothing to do about it now. Your vision was slowly acclimating anyway.  The decaying steps suddenly came to an end, your foot feeling the shift in support and texture even under the sole of the boots you were wearing. Still apprehensive, you reached out with your leg, making sure there wasn’t another step down or a gap. Solid ground. You sighed a bit, taking a second to breathe after your fumble before you let go of the handrail. First part over. The easiest part, most would say, and you were already winded and wounded. 

Amidst the darkness, you could make out the outline of something directly in front of you. Another door. Feeling around for a doorknob, you found instead a sliding latch. It unlocked with a swift tug, clunking as it did so. Then the door seemed to swing ajar on its own. Loose hinges or a shift in the air… certainly that’s all it was. With a nudge of your knee, the door opened further, almost shuddering at your touch. It was as if it was surprised it was being moved at all. The scent of old wet dirt permeated your senses. It caused your nose to crinkle a bit, but did not deter you. Mindful of the potential dangers, you took very short and quiet steps inside the room. It was nearly a shuffle, your feet afraid to lift too far up the ground with your limited sight. Sensing your presence, the faint puffing sound of a flame ignited the weary wick of a candle not too far in front of you. The sound and the sudden appearance of light made you gasp so harshly you choked on your own air. While you cleared the feeling from your throat, you took in the room. 

Just from a first glance, you had a feeling that the cellar wasn’t a danger to you. You could spot shelves lined up against the walls holding jars and bottles and refurbished milk-crates. A make-shift table was on your left side, made out of three barrels and a loose wide plank of wood. Much like the house, it had a feeling of…safety. Almost. You never truly felt secure here. However, it had a certain…aura about it. The closest thing you could connect it to were the safe rooms in plenty of Levi’s games. This home was cut away from the rest of this little world. Singrid’s haven, perhaps. This cellar felt much the same. Old and run-down, sure, but in that endearing sort of way. Like how one might feel walking into an antique shop or childhood house. 

The candle attempting to illuminate the room to its best ability sat in a brassy single candle holder. Its ivory wax was only about three inches in length, the little flame almost cocooned in a semi-transparent shell. It had been used, and for quite a bit. An odd detail for sure. Everything about this world gave off the sense that things were untouched and abandoned…but the candle was clearly used, almost burnt through. Someone had used it down here and quite frequently. You approached the ramshackle table and picked up the holder’s curved handle. Raising up your injured hand, you checked the damages. Blood filled in the lines and cracks in your hand, spider-webbing out in different directions, but already your wound seemed to be preparing to scab over. The warmth from the tiny flame started to drift over your numbing fingertips. With a source of light at your disposal, you moved around the underground space with a bit more confidence. 

Making your way over to one of the cellar’s many shelves, you nearly found yourself brought to tears. Food. Woven baskets contained various vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, beets, onions, and squash. Cloves of garlic and ginger were strung up here-and -there, typically dangling next to heads of cabbage and lettuce. Glass jars held more preserved foods. Tomatoes, pickles, peaches, water-glassed eggs. A carton even contained a bunch of oranges, their peels coated in a thick layer of wax to seal in the moisture. There were a few empty bottles scattered over the ground, but the few that were left on the shelves were full. Human alcohol. The caskets down here probably contained wine. This trip was well worth the risk. Hope raised back up in your chest. You wouldn’t starve, and perhaps this could give the twins some strength. All you could wish for now is that the magic that stopped time stopped the decay of this food. 

Just as you were about to turn to head back and tell Beel the good news, something stuck out to you. Or rather, you should say, something was sticking out of the wall. Near the back of the cellar, adjacent to bags of grains and barrels of booze, was a dagger, much like the one you were holding on your hip now. Silver. Black leather tightly coiled around the hilt. About seven inches in length. The guard was a bit chunkier than you would see for most standard blades. It was about the shape of a trapezoid, an ivy pattern etched into the metal alongside a few characters from a language you could not read. The pommel at the end was oval, with two ends slightly flattened, a green stone inlaid inside, resembling an eye. Taking out the dagger from your belt loop, you compared the two. Almost a perfect match. Except, the letters on the guards were different, and the stone set in the one in your hand was blue. 

“Interesting…” you said aloud, raising the candle closer to observe. The weapon was sticking out of a small crack in the stone. Although, it seemed almost as if the blade was about to fall out…like the weapon had been inserted into a hole already made rather than being the cause. Tilting your head a bit, you slipped the dagger already in your possession back into the loop of your pants before using those same fingers to touch the other weapon. You didn’t grab it out, no. Perhaps you’d seen too many action movies where pulling at something so obvious like this would cause a door beneath your feet to drop you into a pit or send something crashing down upon your head. So, rather, you touched the pommel with your fingers and settled the blade deeper inside the wall. Metal scraped against stone, causing a discomforting feeling in your teeth. 

At first, nothing happened, but then, the green stone softly glowed. Emerald light blinded your eyes as a line of magic rushed and flowed through the wall, tracing a little line along the outside of the stone in the wall. It moved up and around and back down again before a hearty thunk echoed through the chamber, rattling some of the dust free from the ceiling. The section of the wall suddenly swung open. A hidden door…to a secret room? Raising the candle out in front of you, you poked your head through. 

Even though it was dim, you could easily notice that this little room was vastly different. More well kept. The material under your feet was smoothed out with wooden flooring rather than dusty stone. Displays adorned the walls, some with their own protective glass covering. The middle of the small room had an actual table in it, professionally made with a dark finish. Papers and letters were scattered over the table, most if not all with the same magic imbued into it like the one you read to Belphie earlier. Wooden mannequins held outfits and armor of different kinds. Most impressively, and what you couldn’t stop staring at, was the vast collection of weapons littered…everywhere. On walls, the table, some on the floor, as if the room was starting to run out of space for the amount of armaments. Swords, morning-stars, clubs, axes, hatchets, halberds, bows, crossbows, knives, mauls, maces, shields. You name it, it was there. There was a strange mix of awe and unease within you. This was…a trove of promise. A miracle. Something you had been hoping for. You could protect yourself now. With this…perhaps there was a chance of getting out of here. Of fighting your way to freedom. And although you had a deep fondness for demons, and you agreed with Diavolo’s plan to break the barriers between realms… you couldn’t help but smile a bit at the contents in the room. 

It had everything you needed- everything you wanted- to kill a demon. 

Images Below!

Don't go further if you do not like creature horror!

Ikito art done by obeymybrainrot

Sin Eater art done by kayas-kosmos

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[elairi]

I had this scene stuck in my head even after writing it, so I had to paint it.

-------------------------- “You didn’t tell me you were an artist.” 

Tav wasn’t. Her specialty was hitting things very very hard. Which didn’t particularly work well with a canvas and paint brush.

Tav’s darkvision didn’t help much either. Each tube of paint only appeared a different shade of gray in the dark. Intending to fix the problem, Tav cast the one spell she knew. Light. Instead of a ball of light, hundreds of sparkling butterflies exploded from her hand, fluttering about the tent and illuminating everywhere they flew.

Tav could practically hear Astarion’s complaint before it left his mouth. She stopped him from speaking by talking first.

“This isn’t a concern right now.” 

She didn’t have the mental energy to figure out why her minimal magic had gone rogue and unleashed butterflies instead of the intended spell. She had enough to worry about as is.

“Tav, does anything normal ever happen around you?” 

Tav hushed Astarion, focusing on the canvas in front of her. Using the brush, she carefully dipped the brush into the colors of the palette she’d prepared. She continued to work to attempt to capture Astarion’s likeness.

Her hands didn’t understand her vision. The face had become lopsided and his red eyes were looking particularly silly. To finish the painting off, Tav put a large circle of yellow in the corner. Leaning back to inspect her work. 

It was awful. 

The painting looked nothing like Astarion, just several messy strokes that made a strange face. Tav gave up. She’d just have to pay for a professional to paint him instead. Astarion left the stool coming over to inspect her work.

“Gods this is ugly Tav, I hope this isn’t how you see me. And what even is that yellow blob in the corner?”

“Hey I tried my best, okay? And it’s the sun.” 

Astarion laughed, grabbing the paintbrush from her hands. He added dark brushstrokes to her sun, creating a face on top of it.

“What is that?”

“You.” 

“Oh, so you’re making fun of my art and my appearance.” Tav tried to take back the paintbrush to fix his horrible impression of her as Astarion danced out of reach. 

“You, my love, are a work of art. Your painting on the other hand…Anyways, I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Astarion was right on both accounts of her art skills and her current state. She was exhausted. Tav gave her painting one last glance before placing a coin down for the use of paints. Astarion took the coin, stopping when Tav shook her head.

“What? We practically did all the work anyway.” 

Tav didn’t budge on her stance. Astarion gave up and returned the coin. He inspected the painting one more time, chuckling under his breath at the insult to art itself. Taking dagger from its sheath he focused on cutting canvas free from its frame.

“I thought you said it was ugly?” Tav teased. 

“Oh, it is exceptionally hideous. I would be offended if I didn’t already know how handsome I am.” 

Astarion reined his laughter in just enough to kiss Tav and lead her out of the tent. After exiting, he rolled up the painting of himself and Tav and gently placed it in his bag.  Read the whole story here

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion fic #astarion painting #astarion x tav

[thatruerealmwalker]

So...

WE'RE BACK AGAIN LADS- BUT THIS TIME IT'S A BOY.

Even as this Cradle burns down... From the Ash I will Rise once Again. - Finale Quote

This is William Rivers (Full name drop!) which has appeared on the blog before! Now you may ask me- "Realm? Why is William a Magical Boy now?"

Well one- He is a Magical Girl- because calling him that makes him scream- and Two- It's complicated.

William pretty much as the same back story and personality as Innocent Ash- I just never gave Ash a civilian form or an actual name. So when I did make William- I realized "Wait... this is just Innocent Ash."

So two became one and here we are. I'm not going to mention the certain flower girl toy mascot horror game- because unlike Claire, William was pretty much fully formed- just no name. Or some smaller details I've ironed out now. I have no 'legal' basis to tag this under Poppy Playtime- (Maybe I do? This situation is strange)

However- for the sake of being fair- and because I want to- Thank you @realizinau for indirectly helping me fully realize the OC. (I also think you maybe want to see this? It has a bunch of extra William lore if you just take out the Magical stuff and ignore the other characters mentioned- Great work by the way as always Vis, hope your vacation/trip is going well!)

As before with Claire- who if you have missed you can find HERE-

Below are some details, and under that is a short story telling you more of how he got to this point- In "We who are Blessed Under Starlight" specifically.

William is a Magical Boy by the name of Innocent Ash. He's rather young, one of three of what the Blessed call "The little Trio" which make up him, his adopted sister Swan, and Alice's adopted brother Mako. The three of them are pretty much inseparable (which took William's survivor guilt getting addressed- but more on that later)

William fights with a short sword on occasion- really just when he needs to. His main way of fighting is with his power- FIRE. Be it burning, destroying, or even warding things away, William fights like a fire bender who just wants to see the world burn.

His flames are sadly pretty one note- except for detail that he has almost always perfect control on what his flames will burn. He has also found that changing their color is pretty easy, not that it does much. This has lead to some... creative applications of fire. (One time, he was bored, so he tired to make a normal tree look like Christmas cam early. He is now asked to make flame decoration whenever he can. It's an art form at this point even though William isn't an artist.) (He does it for Swan.)

William is a quiet kid, who's rather smart but that comes from just how perceptive he is. He notices things. Be it moods or information others may miss, he always seems to catch that stuff first. It doesn't help his natural paranoia, but when it's needed- he uses it. (He... has had a lot of bad experiences in orphanages. Even now it clings to him. The feeling of someone trying to hurt him, right behind him- even when it's nothing at all)

William is an Orphan. His parents died in a home fire when he was young. Unluckily, his entire life has been accidents and hardship like that. From one orphanage that met the same fate his parent home did, to one who's entire child populace made his time there hell. He sadly had grow accustomed to wearing a mask- seeming meek and not worth the abusers time... even if it didn't always work. (The only time he's snapped is when his life was really in danger- when things actually got violent- those would also lead to him moving orphanages.) (The only time he harmed someone without violence... is when an older man who worked at the orphanage he was staying at at the time tried to touch him. William had to be dragged away from the man's blood face.)

As said before, he's the adopted brother of Swan- who's parent's took him in after he finally began to trust that he won't be the one person left again- that he won't be left alone again. Even if his new parents love him... he still has trouble sharing that back. He isn't trying to replace what he lost... but he has to tell himself that.

Swan's parents adopted him when he went back into school... there was an entire thing with the law trying to throw him back into the foster system- Claire and Zaken both has paid for a really good lawyer to help win custody and deal with the whole issue. (Later he learned that why it was so hard was that the Orphanage he was last at was only keeping kids so the government paid them- and was trying to keep it hush hush.)

William loves reading. It's his favorite pass times. He usually spends that time helping Swan to read. He cannot lie he doesn't enjoy teach now and again. (It's even better when it's all three of them. Him, Swan, and Mako.)

He has a weird bond with Kaito. Both of them once living on the streets- they kind of get on well together. He does not like when Kaito goes full gremlin and starts stealing stuff. (He usually has to be the one to place everything back. He just remembers where things were easily.)

As much as his entire brand is fire- he likes all of his drinks cold. Give him hot chocolate and he will place it in the freezer to cool it down quickly. Several other of the Blessed have issues with this. Swan emulates him to their collective horror.

William has periods where he just needs to be alone- be in silence and calm down. Over stimulation can get to him easy. Best one can do is give him that. (He tries to deal with it sometimes, pretend it isn't happening. Claire can always somehow tell though. She always makes sure he gets the room he needs)

And that is everything I have for now! Again, if you enjoyed reading about this story and William, feel free to reach out! Messages and the Inbox is always open- I love meeting new people!

Thank you for reading- but wait! There is still a short story about William down below. You might want to read that too on your way out. Either way, have a wonderful night!

William Rivers Story:

William believed himself to be Cursed for the longest time.

He had evidence for it. Just look at his life.

When he was only 5- he had to watch his parents burn alive in their home. When he was growing up he had to be tossed from orphanage to orphanage because he caused 'problems.'

Few wanted to adopt him- none ever fully committed after hearing everything he's been in. They said he was too quiet, too antisocial, too cold.

Maybe what else they called him was true... but he was never cold. He only learned how to hide the flames, hid the emotion. To put on a mask and seem like he was only part of the background. It helped, stopped at least the other children from bothering him- either in misguided blame or genuine attempts at friendship only missing the endurance to break through the shell- so he kept doing it.

He was the center of tragedy. No matter what, he always came out fine. He was always the lone person to survived unscathed. Eventually, he believed that to be true. That no matter what, he would be the only one to survive- only one to live. And so he would be alone. That is what he internalized during his time through those dark days.

One day, a Star had fell into a nearby forest. William, who had nothing better to do, followed to where he saw whatever fell from the sky above. Starlight seeped into him as he stepped forward towards the light in the clearing, clinging to his form.

His mind grew cloudy as his skin began to heat. Flames struck and clung to nearby trees. Soon, this once living forest became kindle to a flame unending.

And yet- William did not. Even as fire threatened to make him one with it- he stepped forward and reached for the Star-

The flames that once ate at the green plant life around him snuffed out in an instant, his body back to as it was before he stepped into this place- now with his Matrix, a bright shining Flame above what he knew was meant to be ash, hovering in front of him.

William, with his new found powers, ran. He lived on the streets, away from the constant hurt that came from the places that tried to board him.

One day, a Stranger appeared, and promised him he would grant him his most wanted wish- if only he were to gather Starlight until his Matrix was bursting.

Unannounced to the Stranger, he chose his lie poorly. William, despite it all, never truly wished "For his parents to come back to his arms." They were gone, and he had accepted that.

And so William distrusted The Man who Thought Himself God from day one.

Sadly for William, others did not share his worry, blindly trusting that horrible man's promises. And so- he was brought into the fight orchestrated by the one who sought to claim God's throne.

He did not trust any other Blessed, and did not fight against the Cursed. He defended himself when those who realized the other Blessed carried far more Starlight then a normal Cursed ever would. He ran when the one who could freeze others with just a touch approached him-

And again and again and again.

She wouldn't stop. She even started to do it outside of her costume- with no weapon and powers weakened. He didn't understand.

So he watched her.

He watched how she fought not for some stupid Wish... but for the sake of protecting others. How she had a smile when she saved that child from being eaten by the Cursed teddy bear. How she laughed in joy when she finally beat the tainted master of the towns local Dojo- before undoing as much corruption as she could- not thinking to harvest the poor soul for even a second.

Watching became brief interactions. Where he would ask a question- and she would answer as well as she could.

That too turned into him aiding in fighting- no protecting people. And soon he met others like her- Like Alice. (That was her name... why did it take him so long to ask?)

Then... he met the girl who would become his sister.

Later... he met the boy who he and she would call their brother.

Slowly but surely... he learned he had wandered into a family. He was afraid. Afraid they would die, and leave him... But they proved him wrong.

Again and Again and Again-

They lived. They survived. And they all went back home together in the end.

Even when it got hard. Even when the world itself chose to challenge them- to try and slaughter them as they tried to do what was right-

They did not leave him.

He isn't alone- and won't ever be again.

#OC #My OC #Magical Boy #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #This took me a while so probably no Chapter tonight. #Now I'm not sure who to do next. #Mako or Swan? #Hmmmmm #I'll think on it.