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It's nice to hear from you again! I was surprised to see that you updated your blog!

And I'm glad that you saw my message. I'm sorry that times have been tough recently for you. To be honest, it is for me too. But I just know we'll get to the other side eventually.

Stay strong and take care!

🌶️ Anon

You too! Life can be tough but there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m surprised you even saw my response! The years have definitely flew by. It’s crazy to think how long ago it’s been!

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There is genuinely nothing sweeter than these messages. I felt very bad about my writing but I still wrote because of the people who enjoyed it <3

I don’t know when this was sent but if you ever see this just know I really needed to hear that ❤️ writing was a strong passion of mine that I gave up on years ago. My anons and those who enjoyed my writing meant so much to me!

I hope you’re doing good, Day. Or if you aren’t, I’d like to make a friendly reminder that the tough times are only temporary, and that the good times are just up ahead. I don’t expect you to answer or be active on this blog anymore, but a small part of me hopes that you’ll respond to this just to show that you’re still okay.

Thanks for the memories, Day!

🌶️ Anon

There is nothing I’d rather have logged onto to see after so many years away.

I just was thinking about you actually, and some of my other anons. Made me want to get back on.

Life has been really tough. I don’t know when you sent this, or if you’ll even see this, but just know that I still think of my anons <3

This was a small blog with not a lot of popularity but it meant so much to me. I had my couple people that’d always like my posts or ask questions, and those people meant a lot to me ❤️

I hope you’ll see this anon.

So I was doing a lot of brainstorming lately, and I happened to think of this one, so hear me out.

I imagined this scenario as a modern retelling (or inspired by?) by the story of Hades and Persephone, where Jennie is a Hades-like Ice Queen who has always felt alone, although she has many suitors. It isn’t until she sees you, this bright, innocent guy, that she starts to feel alive.

But she later becomes distraught as she both loves and hates you because you crawl within her head, but your presence holds no thoughts, you’re just there, unspoken. But above all, she loves and hates that you are beautiful to her. For her, admitting that she finds you beautiful and enchanting is to accept that you have some power over her. She also reasons that your beauty invites weakness and uncertainty, two things that terrify Jennie to her core as she values being in control and feeling strong. You are both her blessing and curse, representing her ascension and downfall.

And on one fateful day, she has had it with your constant smiles, innocent personality, and everlasting beauty, and decides to kidnap you. She rationalizes her decision by claiming that you’re not the innocent guy that everyone believes you to be, especially when you’re always taunting her as if you know the effect you have on her as you always flaunt that stupid sweet smile (and body) of yours.

After she kidnaps you, it’s only a matter of time before she breaks you, to teach you how far you can fall. At first, you’ll call her a monster, yell, scream, and fight her, whatever you can to resist her. Yet it won’t matter as she’ll beat the disobedient streak out of you. But she’ll kiss and make-up with you right after. Soon your fights will die out, where she’ll make her next move by turning you into a broken little mess by fucking you until you scream out her name and whine at her to never stop using your body to satisfy her needs. And that’s the words she wants to hear from you, that she makes you feel alive just as you make her feel alive.

She’ll break you into a million pieces, reshape you according to her perfect design. And perhaps you’ll see the light...by peering through the darkness.

Hopefully you could expand on this?

She was raised all her life to be fit for a queen, to be the perfect ruler for a booming empire. She was disciplined harshly throughout her life, the tutors and governesses raising her were strict and unforgiving when it came to her development. They put down strong rules, terrifying discipline, and outlined everything and anything they wanted her to be. And although Jennie hated them at the time, it's fair to know it was really her mother's wishes. They were just doing their job.

Jennie herself has felt it before. The feeling of being broken down completely, all parts that make her her removed and destroyed; stomped to little glass pieces, far too small to ever hope to be put back together the same way as before. And then the torturous cycle of being reconstructed. Although the entirety of her identity was shattered into nothing, her teachers found a way to piece it back together. And it hurt, it was painful and pure agony. But by the beginning of her adulthood, the last piece was finally put into place.

Now she understood. She was perfect now. She was built and created to be the ideal ruler of any power. She was elegant, beautiful, clean, and neat. She was brave and confident, and she spoke clear and loud. She was smart, analytical, and her eyes became fast enough to catch anything. And even her anger issues were under check.

For the most part.

Jennie understood perfectly why they did this to her. It was only for her, after all. To better her, to make her perfect. She scowled thinking back to her younger self, who always cried and wailed and shook with fear. There was nothing to be afraid of. She gets chills just thinking about being the way she used to be. Being useless. Dirt.

Unfit.

Something she'll never be again.

So why is it that you were the one that ended it all? How did you make the mistake that is her old, weak self crawl back out from the grave Jennie tried so hard to bury her in?

You were a stupid person with that dumb smile and those cheerful eyes. There was nothing out of the ordinary or special about you, nothing to make note of or to turn heads. You were... well, unremarkable.

How come someone as plain and ordinary makes her childish, weak thoughts come back. How come you make her ice-cold heart race, and her pale cheeks burst into flames of soft pink? You make her question everything.

"Does my hair look alright? I hope they like it,"

"Fuck, that was so rude to say! Why is my voice like that? I didn't mean to have that tone,"

"Oh my god, they're coming over. Okay, calm down Jennie, smile! Smile, damnit!"

Lovesick thoughts flood her mind, reminding her of when she was a schoolgirl. She recalls all the hopelessly-in-love classmates surrounding her, kids who fell so quickly into love and enjoyed their days of youth. She remembered always feeling jealous, really jealous, of all her peers. She wanted to feel that too. She wanted to know what it felt like.

Now she does. She feels like a silly girl with a crush as she giggles at your photos, daydreaming of a life with you as her spouse.

You awaken her heart, allowing her to feel a flood of different emotions she was never aloud to be subjected to. You were her savior—in a way—and as the young, innocent Jennie from years ago desperately reaches out to hold on to you, the Jennie now, the disciplined one, slaps away her hand. That Jennie, well, to put it simply, is fucking terrified.

Never in her life has she felt so vulnerable. All her emotions are creeping out her throat, begging to be seen, heard, felt. Anything. She feels like she's choking.

The girl she killed and buried all those years ago has someone managed to reconstruct herself; upon just seeing you, she somehow has the undying desire to push open her coffin and dig herself out of the dirt.

She hates this feeling more than anything in the world. She has no control over how she feels, she's weak, distracted, in love. The entirety of her control is cracking in front of her, shattering into pieces of glass similar to her old self. And she knows she'll never be able to get it back.

Jennie loves you, she knows that. But she hates you more. That's what she reasons with herself, she tells herself that the weakling she used to be is the one in love, the one begging to come alive and wrap her arms around your neck and bury her lips against yours. That's not the real Jennie.

It's not the strong Jennie.

Jennie tells herself that she truly hates you. You're boring, plain, stupid, dumb, cheerful, loving, beautiful, amazing... Fuck. She hates it so much. She blames this on you and the bitch of a girl she thought she killed long ago.

You're a mistake. A liability. Having you alive is threatening her every existence. She's not suppose to have any weakness, and she doesn't. But for some reason, you might be close enough to one.

Knowing how quickly the entirety of her being would shatter if something were to happen to you—it leaves shivers down Jennie's back. It keeps her up at night, haunting her dreams. She reasons with herself that it's because she's scared of losing and of being weak. But truly, she doesn't want to lose you. She doesn't want you to leave. Because, in her own messed up way, she loves you.

That's it.

Jennie shot up from her silk sheets, her chest rising and falling quickly. She can't kill you, but having you weak and vulnerable out there in the world is a risk she'll never be able to take.

She'll, she'll kidnap you!

A smile spread across her face. The problem will be solved, no one could hurt you to get to her. You'll be here, with her, oblivious to the outside world's affairs, by her side, unable to cause more trouble, looking at her and only her, and the problem would be solved!

You arrive at the penthouse. Your book bag hangs over your shoulder, and your palms are a bit sweaty.

You were beginning to get to know the Jennie Kim recently, and you couldn't be more excited to have been invited to her residence. But you couldn't contain how nervous you were. The woman has enough power to make or break someone. You had to be careful.

Having chatted a bit over cups of coffee, Jennie began to feel guilty. Nervousness poured into her lungs, flooding them, refusing to allow her to breathe. Thinking about what she's about to do, strip you of your life, your friends, family, goals, ambition... You're future.

Your freedom.

She feels choked up. Until, a thought comes to her.

An evil thought.

You're a horrible, horrible person. You're not innocent or naive. As she watches you sip your drink, your eyes lingering on her gaze, your tongue swiping over your lip, your smile wide as you chatted away words her ears never process, she knew just how evil you truly were.

You were doing this to punish her. You knew what you were doing. You know how you make her feel. Why else would you wear that outfit? Why would you look into her eyes so much? Why would you smile at her so brightly?

Why haven't you asked to sleep with her, or made a move, or insulted her, or gotten up and stormed out at one of her rude, sarcastic comments?

You must know how horrible you're making her feel. You... you deserve this. You deserve to be punished.

And as her heart raced in her chest, and her skin warmed and reddened, and overwhelming thoughts of marriage and love and life with you, you, you, consumed her, she shattered the expensive, luxuriously designed vase against your head.

She quickly caught your cheeks in her manicured, soft hands before you could hit the table, gently laying your head down against the wood of her floor. Jennie admired the crimson blood flowing down your temples and matting your hair.

Finally, an imperfection of yours. You bleed. You're... You're weak.

But as Jennie continued to stare, and she stroked your hair, she felt rage rise within her. Why does even this seem like the most beautiful thing in the world? The blood pouring from your wounds is more precious to her then any empire her mother could give her.

She's infuriated. Nothing could make her hate you, she realizes. She dials a number to clean up the disappearance, and calls in a body guard to escort you up stairs and into your new prison.

Why can nothing she do ever destroy this feeling.

Why is she cursed to always feel weak.

Why will nothing ever make her love you less.

You fight. So hard.

You cry and you shriek and you kick and you curse.

But it doesn't matter. Every tear you shed and bruise you make on her perfect skin and filthy swear you fill her ears with only makes her love you more.

It's torturous being in love, Jennie has come to the conclusion of. After all these months she's stopped fighting what she knows.

It feels so much better to just feel.

It feels so much better to just love you.

You're perfect now, too. Like her. She didn't break you down or build you back up, but she did break a few of your habits.

For one, everytime you see her your body gets riddled with excitement. You sit up, meet her eyes, and prepare yourself for whatever she desires of you.

Hey! Sorry for the late reply and also my absence. I haven't been doing too well lately. I've been struggling a lot with my real life things such as school, work, and my relationships. I've been having a bit of a depressive episode? If that's what you want to call it. I apologize for being absent and not doing what I've promised with answering asks and writing. I'm sorry. When I start feeling better and motivated, I'll jump on this blog again. But until then, I'm sorry

"from Thailand to Korea, and now here, went for the throat" - lisa

Ummm how about absolutely???

Yandere Strade

Pairing - strade/reader

Warnings; yandere themes, kidnapping, mentions of torture, abusive love, a collar is involved, no ren, very soft compared to the actual game lmao, I don't know if this is too OOC but if it is I apologize

Just wanted to check up on how you were doing. I REALLY enjoyed your recent reactions! I swear you have the ability to turn any prompt into literal gold.

Also, what’s been going on recently in your life? I’ve always been interested in authors on this platform not only as writers but also individuals as well. But then again, only if you feel comfortable revealing any personal details on the Internet.

Looking forward to your future works!

Love always,

🌶 Anon

Hey 🌶️ anon!! I've been pretty good, a bit busy lately. I just got off work so I'm glad I got a message from you :)

Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying them, I love writing these and it's fun to reply to little scenarios! I'm glad people are liking them!!

And no omg 😳 I wish 🥺 thank you so much for saying that I'm glad you view my writing that way! I still have a very very long way to go haha

And nothing too different, really. Schools started back for me so I'm happy to see my friends a lot more and get into classes! I have my job, I play the flute and piccolo, and that's been about it really. I've been super tired though which sucks :(

Oooh I love this I had so much fun haha.

Their social media presence is based on their reputations. For instance, Jennie doesn't use social media for personal use or to catch up with friends. She uses it for business, interacting with potential clients, business partners, securing good relationships, etc. Also, Rosé, Lisa, and Jisoo are all three famous as well, on a minor scale. I'll explain.

They'd all be grateful. They treasure you and love you, so the idea that they would be the first—and only—ones to touch your body elicits a deep fire in their belly.

To get into details of why;

Warnings; mentions of sex, virginity loss

(it doesn't get into detailed sex at all, just talks about it. Yupp)

Oh baby, aren't you the cutest thing ever! And yes, you are mine. Hehe, you're just perfect, Y/n. I love whenever you dress up for me! Now, get on your knees, love~