she grabs at a gentle hand, pulls it through the waistband of her shorts. "unnie," she breathes out, caramel sweet. "you'll teach me, right?"
December 2, 2025 at 9:54 PM
she grabs at a gentle hand, pulls it through the waistband of her shorts. "unnie," she breathes out, caramel sweet. "you'll teach me, right?"
seonghwa finds it at the edge of death.
the creature turns, coils her serpent-like hair in reaction. after no more than a moment, she is back to the berries.
seonghwa checks hands, feet face; as confusion sits like a bad meal, the creature speaks.
"they know you are no man, sister. be at ease."
the creature turns, coils her serpent-like hair in reaction. after no more than a moment, she is back to the berries.
seonghwa checks hands, feet face; as confusion sits like a bad meal, the creature speaks.
"they know you are no man, sister. be at ease."
December 1, 2025 at 6:26 PM
seonghwa finds it at the edge of death.
the creature turns, coils her serpent-like hair in reaction. after no more than a moment, she is back to the berries.
seonghwa checks hands, feet face; as confusion sits like a bad meal, the creature speaks.
"they know you are no man, sister. be at ease."
the creature turns, coils her serpent-like hair in reaction. after no more than a moment, she is back to the berries.
seonghwa checks hands, feet face; as confusion sits like a bad meal, the creature speaks.
"they know you are no man, sister. be at ease."
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the star summons help from below— she says "my soul for a wish." and her weeping voice rings like a bleating lamb's.
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
November 29, 2025 at 8:35 PM
the star summons help from below— she says "my soul for a wish." and her weeping voice rings like a bleating lamb's.
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
the star summons help from below— she says "my soul for a wish." and her weeping voice rings like a bleating lamb's.
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
November 29, 2025 at 8:35 PM
the star summons help from below— she says "my soul for a wish." and her weeping voice rings like a bleating lamb's.
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
the devil slinks out from within a shadow, around the empty bottles, the ripped magazines; "tell me," she purrs, pleased. "tell me everything."
"love me. till i die, love me."
celestial incest— angels! 2ho
November 29, 2025 at 1:33 PM
celestial incest— angels! 2ho
he says "your highness," and his throat fights the tenderness. gods alive, had he feared.
hongjoong turns, blood bathing neck to chest. not his own, thank the quickness of his fellow's blade.
"sir jeong— are you quite alright?"
ah. he can only bow his head. the gorge between them remains unbridged.
hongjoong turns, blood bathing neck to chest. not his own, thank the quickness of his fellow's blade.
"sir jeong— are you quite alright?"
ah. he can only bow his head. the gorge between them remains unbridged.
November 28, 2025 at 11:17 PM
he says "your highness," and his throat fights the tenderness. gods alive, had he feared.
hongjoong turns, blood bathing neck to chest. not his own, thank the quickness of his fellow's blade.
"sir jeong— are you quite alright?"
ah. he can only bow his head. the gorge between them remains unbridged.
hongjoong turns, blood bathing neck to chest. not his own, thank the quickness of his fellow's blade.
"sir jeong— are you quite alright?"
ah. he can only bow his head. the gorge between them remains unbridged.
"he sounds really great."
yeosang pulls away a little to look at san's smitten little smile, mirror it with one of his own. "i'm really happy for you, san-ah."
grasping his hands, he gives a little squeeze. san looks twice alive— now, in the past few weeks.
soulmates, huh.
lucky bunch.
yeosang pulls away a little to look at san's smitten little smile, mirror it with one of his own. "i'm really happy for you, san-ah."
grasping his hands, he gives a little squeeze. san looks twice alive— now, in the past few weeks.
soulmates, huh.
lucky bunch.
November 28, 2025 at 11:04 PM
"he sounds really great."
yeosang pulls away a little to look at san's smitten little smile, mirror it with one of his own. "i'm really happy for you, san-ah."
grasping his hands, he gives a little squeeze. san looks twice alive— now, in the past few weeks.
soulmates, huh.
lucky bunch.
yeosang pulls away a little to look at san's smitten little smile, mirror it with one of his own. "i'm really happy for you, san-ah."
grasping his hands, he gives a little squeeze. san looks twice alive— now, in the past few weeks.
soulmates, huh.
lucky bunch.
"why me?" they always ask. "why are you doing this to me?"
it's a little funny, humans. so used to their way of things, the top down view.
if one's burger were to ask it, what would they reply? perhaps nourishment, nature, desire, greed— but truth is simpler all that.
so he grins:
"because i can."
it's a little funny, humans. so used to their way of things, the top down view.
if one's burger were to ask it, what would they reply? perhaps nourishment, nature, desire, greed— but truth is simpler all that.
so he grins:
"because i can."
November 28, 2025 at 3:46 PM
"why me?" they always ask. "why are you doing this to me?"
it's a little funny, humans. so used to their way of things, the top down view.
if one's burger were to ask it, what would they reply? perhaps nourishment, nature, desire, greed— but truth is simpler all that.
so he grins:
"because i can."
it's a little funny, humans. so used to their way of things, the top down view.
if one's burger were to ask it, what would they reply? perhaps nourishment, nature, desire, greed— but truth is simpler all that.
so he grins:
"because i can."
"what was that about?"
he shrugs, kicks up his legs onto the trinket ridden desk.
"refusing money makes me seem more legit, doesn't it?"
he shrugs, kicks up his legs onto the trinket ridden desk.
"refusing money makes me seem more legit, doesn't it?"
the psychic flinches at the mere sight of him.
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
November 27, 2025 at 2:31 PM
"what was that about?"
he shrugs, kicks up his legs onto the trinket ridden desk.
"refusing money makes me seem more legit, doesn't it?"
he shrugs, kicks up his legs onto the trinket ridden desk.
"refusing money makes me seem more legit, doesn't it?"
the psychic flinches at the mere sight of him.
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
November 27, 2025 at 2:27 PM
the psychic flinches at the mere sight of him.
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
"i can't help you."
he blinks.
"huh? but i didn't even sit down y—"
"I SAID I CAN'T HELP YOU! GO AND TAKE THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
ah. this is pissing him off.
"give me that pen."
jongho huffs— who does this guy think he is ordering him around like this?
he doesn't know why he obeys, but when he half-heartedly offers it, the guarded face breaks into a smile.
"sorry, libraries are full of dead people. i'm yeosang, by the way."
"give me that pen."
jongho huffs— who does this guy think he is ordering him around like this?
he doesn't know why he obeys, but when he half-heartedly offers it, the guarded face breaks into a smile.
"sorry, libraries are full of dead people. i'm yeosang, by the way."
November 27, 2025 at 12:09 PM
ah. this is pissing him off.
"give me that pen."
jongho huffs— who does this guy think he is ordering him around like this?
he doesn't know why he obeys, but when he half-heartedly offers it, the guarded face breaks into a smile.
"sorry, libraries are full of dead people. i'm yeosang, by the way."
"give me that pen."
jongho huffs— who does this guy think he is ordering him around like this?
he doesn't know why he obeys, but when he half-heartedly offers it, the guarded face breaks into a smile.
"sorry, libraries are full of dead people. i'm yeosang, by the way."
wooyoung frowns.
well, of course, blessed be the Mother— but is that really supposed to be his witch half?
well, of course, blessed be the Mother— but is that really supposed to be his witch half?
November 26, 2025 at 2:40 PM
wooyoung frowns.
well, of course, blessed be the Mother— but is that really supposed to be his witch half?
well, of course, blessed be the Mother— but is that really supposed to be his witch half?
the candles burn bright, bathe the bits of scavenged bone a sickly orange. there is a picture of himself, still alive, smiling wide, an arm thrown over the shoulder of a familiar face— an easy lay, then.
"now, you don't need to haunt those people anymore."
he's trapped.
a sweet smile: "you're mine."
"now, you don't need to haunt those people anymore."
he's trapped.
a sweet smile: "you're mine."
November 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM
the candles burn bright, bathe the bits of scavenged bone a sickly orange. there is a picture of himself, still alive, smiling wide, an arm thrown over the shoulder of a familiar face— an easy lay, then.
"now, you don't need to haunt those people anymore."
he's trapped.
a sweet smile: "you're mine."
"now, you don't need to haunt those people anymore."
he's trapped.
a sweet smile: "you're mine."
"i love you"
wooyoung turns with a swiftness. whatever story he'd been in the midst of telling dies in the bed of his mouth; no matter how spoken he is, he's always listening, that grinning, fox-faced fool. his eyes are so big.
near tearing through his chest, he holds a quietened face.
"i love you."
wooyoung turns with a swiftness. whatever story he'd been in the midst of telling dies in the bed of his mouth; no matter how spoken he is, he's always listening, that grinning, fox-faced fool. his eyes are so big.
near tearing through his chest, he holds a quietened face.
"i love you."
November 25, 2025 at 4:11 PM
"i love you"
wooyoung turns with a swiftness. whatever story he'd been in the midst of telling dies in the bed of his mouth; no matter how spoken he is, he's always listening, that grinning, fox-faced fool. his eyes are so big.
near tearing through his chest, he holds a quietened face.
"i love you."
wooyoung turns with a swiftness. whatever story he'd been in the midst of telling dies in the bed of his mouth; no matter how spoken he is, he's always listening, that grinning, fox-faced fool. his eyes are so big.
near tearing through his chest, he holds a quietened face.
"i love you."
wooyoung knows it's been a long time, or that at least it feels as such; no light, no sound but the clinking of chains, the wetness he disturbs on the floor. his mind seems to shrink, a bonsai made of himself to bear it.
one day, a golden crack appears; then two, three, seven—
"hello?"
finally.
one day, a golden crack appears; then two, three, seven—
"hello?"
finally.
November 25, 2025 at 4:03 PM
wooyoung knows it's been a long time, or that at least it feels as such; no light, no sound but the clinking of chains, the wetness he disturbs on the floor. his mind seems to shrink, a bonsai made of himself to bear it.
one day, a golden crack appears; then two, three, seven—
"hello?"
finally.
one day, a golden crack appears; then two, three, seven—
"hello?"
finally.
he should hate the thing that lives in his new apartment when it pushes and whispers and scratches at him...
but he's been so lonely. if anything, he wishes it'd touch him a little harder, a little lower...
but he's been so lonely. if anything, he wishes it'd touch him a little harder, a little lower...
November 24, 2025 at 10:02 PM
he should hate the thing that lives in his new apartment when it pushes and whispers and scratches at him...
but he's been so lonely. if anything, he wishes it'd touch him a little harder, a little lower...
but he's been so lonely. if anything, he wishes it'd touch him a little harder, a little lower...
san's dead ex made all the ones that came after leave, scared them all back into little boys.
yeosang wasn't even meant to be next— but when he leans in, san realizes he'd been hoping for it, too.
a growl cuts the air.
yeosang's eyes never change. he giggles.
"sorry, give me a sec."
yeosang wasn't even meant to be next— but when he leans in, san realizes he'd been hoping for it, too.
a growl cuts the air.
yeosang's eyes never change. he giggles.
"sorry, give me a sec."
November 24, 2025 at 9:56 PM
san's dead ex made all the ones that came after leave, scared them all back into little boys.
yeosang wasn't even meant to be next— but when he leans in, san realizes he'd been hoping for it, too.
a growl cuts the air.
yeosang's eyes never change. he giggles.
"sorry, give me a sec."
yeosang wasn't even meant to be next— but when he leans in, san realizes he'd been hoping for it, too.
a growl cuts the air.
yeosang's eyes never change. he giggles.
"sorry, give me a sec."
this wife is younger than the last— nearly her age. jongha hoped, much in vain, that her father would drop the facade when the last finally said the quiet words out loud.
well, at the very least, yuna is sweet on the eyes.
well, at the very least, yuna is sweet on the eyes.
November 24, 2025 at 4:05 PM
this wife is younger than the last— nearly her age. jongha hoped, much in vain, that her father would drop the facade when the last finally said the quiet words out loud.
well, at the very least, yuna is sweet on the eyes.
well, at the very least, yuna is sweet on the eyes.
when one is so powerfully inhuman, no soul can bring their beloved harm.
nor safety.
nor safety.
November 24, 2025 at 3:05 PM
when one is so powerfully inhuman, no soul can bring their beloved harm.
nor safety.
nor safety.
he watches them from the pews with a resigned, dull pain. there was always room in their bed, but not their happy ending.
November 24, 2025 at 2:50 PM
he watches them from the pews with a resigned, dull pain. there was always room in their bed, but not their happy ending.
evil people die a lot slower than they should and stay behind a lot longer than they're welcome. well, someone's gotta keep the spirit lanes clean.
November 24, 2025 at 12:08 PM
evil people die a lot slower than they should and stay behind a lot longer than they're welcome. well, someone's gotta keep the spirit lanes clean.
and where in his white mane they saw fragility, and in his white robes they saw divinity; hongjoong only ever saw the pale horse of death.
November 24, 2025 at 11:34 AM
and where in his white mane they saw fragility, and in his white robes they saw divinity; hongjoong only ever saw the pale horse of death.
"my, my, my," the smile is sharp, the voice unsettling in its sweetness. mingi stumbles back as though screamed at, legs made ribbons. "look what the cat dragged in."
November 24, 2025 at 11:23 AM
"my, my, my," the smile is sharp, the voice unsettling in its sweetness. mingi stumbles back as though screamed at, legs made ribbons. "look what the cat dragged in."
"god and the devil were brothers" he says, "one just had a better PR team."
November 24, 2025 at 11:18 AM
"god and the devil were brothers" he says, "one just had a better PR team."
the guardian and the thief meet at last.
November 24, 2025 at 3:01 AM
the guardian and the thief meet at last.