I won't be posting separate articles to another blog anymore

This announcement is for Wattp. Please stop making me deal with this kind of thing and discourage my enthusiasm. Even if you're still in elementary school, respect is a prerequisite.Thank you

But I still feel it's necessary to say this here

⭐2. I originally wrote in Chinese, then translated it using Google Translate and other translation software before posting, so please don't misunderstand anything due to punctuation issues.

⭐3. Same as above, regarding ▷you◁ —

*and it will lean female*

Unless I've explicitly specified a personality, I'll try my best not to describe it, but I don't rule out that I might have certain habitual preferences of my own. Like I said, this is a project for my own personal enjoyment.

4. My writing has always been self-centered. My specific attitude is as follows:

Even if I write iTrapped so love-drunk that all he sees is you, it's none of your business! If you don't like it, you can just swipe past...! I'm honestly about to cry....

Elliot.....

How much suffering must I still endure? Elliot wondered blankly, a question he had asked himself countless times over.

To trace back to the moment he first fell into this deathly silent place, one would have to dig that calendar out from a pile of waste paper. He had once made a calendar for himself, even marking his family's birthdays on it, his lover's included, and with each stroke crossing off a date, he had also wiped away his sense of reason and of time.

Elliot wanted to return to his lover's side. He missed his adorable little sister, missed his father who always worried over how he was getting on, he worried whether the pizzeria would manage without him, he worried... he worried.....

There's no longer any need for that, is there?

He had lost the seasons entirely, spring, summer, autumn, winter; when he opened his eyes, it was to a damp wooden cabin sunk in endless night. In his ears rang the sounds of every manner of weapon driving into flesh, of bone splintering; blood choked at his throat. Back in the rest room they would complain of pain long since carved into their very bones, if only to confirm to themselves that some sense of being alive still remained. And you, held in his arms, were nothing more than a shapeless, illusory shadow.

The craft he had once excelled at could now only produce pizzas utterly devoid of flavor. Even though they looked as inviting as ever, once in the mouth they tasted like chewing on a rag soaked in slime. But, but, he had clearly laid out the seasonings exactly as the process required, had even spread on more sauce than before, thicker than before. Why was it, then, that they had no taste at all?

At least he could still let others live a little longer. That was perhaps the only comfort he had left.

At least it was him, wasn't it?

None of his family had ever been the ones to come here.

But seeing his family again still stirred up some small, unworthy trace of joy in his heart, didn't it? The two of you huddled close together, speaking softly of things past, and you couldn't help but ask why everyone else avoided you.

What place could this hell possibly have for such color.

Until, for no reason, the bedtime story you had once asked Elliot to read aloud began echoing in your ears, each soft murmured line drawing out a heavy, meaningful drowsiness, until your eyelids fell uncontrollably over your eyes, and in your hazy consciousness you could no longer take in any words at all, only let your body slide down into the depths of chaos.

You remembered the last birthday he had been part of, rainbow colored glitter scattered everywhere. The two of you had once held a knife together, cutting into a red velvet cake, the blade slicing down through the pure white cream, downward, downward, the cake unable to cry out in pain. You had even been smiling as you drew the knife back out, the cold gleam that had reflected your lover's face now swallowed up by the red jam within. Only once you saw clearly did you realize that what you had cut open was your lover's flesh.

Fear stripped you of the freedom to make a sound, leaving only your body behind to bear witness to everything you had done. Look, you did it, didn't you? What? No... none of this was me... This is exactly who you are. Shut up. This is precisely why you came here, you are a murderer, do you hear me clearly, damn it?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, all right? This isn't your fault, reader." Elliot's voice, lovely as windchimes, now sounded like a guiding bell that shattered the will, your skin stained with your lover's blood, that mocking tone gnawing like maggots at what little reason you had left.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, words that had still formed sentences a moment ago shattered instantly into senseless repetition. What could you possibly offer to make up for the pain your lover had suffered?

His hands closed over yours, trying to warm you with the body heat draining out of him, blood binding your palms together. It made you think of a certain rainy night back during that ambiguous, not yet together stage of yours, how you had longed for that downpour to wash away the filth of this place. The feel of the blood soaking into the dark red carpet reminded you of the aisle runner the two of you had once prepared together for your wedding. Every breath in and out was thick with the heavy smell of blood, and looking now at Elliot's face, its color draining away before you, you found yourself thinking, is this the kind of days you've been living all along? A wave of nausea rose up in your stomach.

Your throat convulsed. You bent low as stomach acid surged up, burning, bringing every word up along with it. You retched, what came up splattering onto the dark red carpet. Elliot had already lost his life to the blood loss. You wanted to hold onto him, wanted to say something, even if it were only to call out his name, but your vision had already begun to blur.

Glaring red letters surfaced before your eyes: you lost.

▷Azure x reader

▷I wrote this without overthinking it; it’s just a casual piece I jotted down because it’s been raining lately.

The city was nothing like his wooden cabin; it sprawled wide, pedestrians weaving through the misty threads of rain. In the past, Azure would have simply followed his shopping list and returned home without delay, with no other reason to linger here. But today he carried a thin slip of paper tucked against him, and on his wrist the slender second hand ticked forward little by little, seeming to run a few minutes behind the appointed time, which couldn't help but stir a worry that he'd be held to account, until his hurried footsteps struck the thin puddles on the ground with a clattering sound, quickly followed by the pleasant chime of the apartment doorbell.

It was a good while before the doorknob finally turned; he guessed you must have been getting ready to see him.

Standing at the door, he still held the dripping long handled umbrella. Just as with yesterday's sudden invitation, you had come running the same way, sheltering the envelope inside your coat, facing Azure's half real, half teasing reproach.

He said, we could have just texted each other, you shouldn't have come out in such heavy rain. As you spoke, the fresh air carried faint threads of tea fragrance, and your cold palm was folded into his, his hand slowly rubbing warmth into yours.

"Don't you like it when I come find you?"

"That's not it... please, I just don't want anything to happen to you on your way to me. I'd blame myself terribly if it did."

"Then why don't you come find me tomorrow instead?"

That letter had stated only your apartment address, which he already knew, and the time of the date; those few short lines were enough to send Azure into a mild fluster. In front of the mirror he'd groomed himself more carefully than usual, the gloom the rainy season had settled over him crowded out by anticipation. He took a deep blue plaid umbrella, then went out to the garden to cut a flower still heavy with dew, to go meet the lover carrying the same feeling as he did.

The gray sky flickered now and then with dark silhouettes passing overhead. You ducked under Azure's umbrella too, the two of you needing to press close together to keep the rain off, and in adjusting your positions you caught sight of a bright color hiding in the inner pocket of his coat.

Only then did he let the delicate petals he'd been hiding come into view before you.

"Mm... I hope our dates can be like this flower's scent, light and subtle, yet lingering for a long while."

"Hiding a flower in your clothes like this, isn't that a bit of an old trick?" You leaned in to breathe in that faint fragrance. "Still, it's a whole bouquet at least." Though you couldn't quite tell whether it was the scent of Azure himself or the flower's own.

"You know I've never lacked for flowers. If I gave you a whole bouquet every time we met, that would really be the old trick. Each time I see you, I'll give you just one, so you can remember this day, until you'd like to have collected ninety nine of them or something like that..."

"I suppose that trick works on me every time. Still, wanting ninety nine bouquets shouldn't be so hard to manage, should it?" You adjusted the angle of your hand, slotting it perfectly into his fingers. "If I wanted it, would you give me your whole garden?"

Raindrops pattered against the umbrella, stirring up the soap scented warmth clinging to him, and Azure's voice came from above your head. "All of it? Hey, aren't you being a little greedy? Do I get anything out of this?"

Your head slid down from his shoulder, and you bent to peer up at his grayish brown eyes. "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"

"I want to be your gardener." You paused a long moment under the honesty of his gaze, and finally, facing into the strengthening rain, said, "Then I suppose I'll have to be a good master to you." The two of you both laughed softly at this conversation probing the future.

"Alright, alright, come closer." Azure took your hand, pulling you back into the close distance you'd had before, and the two of you walked shoulder to shoulder toward the shopping street, blending into the crowd heading home for the evening. The streetlamps that had just switched on made up for the swallowed dusk, and a thin, cool breeze carried the scent of coffee from somewhere in the distance. Your eyes swept over the delicate pastries arranged on enamel painted porcelain plates, but soon the fragrance of the shopping street receded, replaced instead by the fresh scent of earth.

The stone paved path was scattered with fallen leaves, and you suddenly remembered a romance film you'd watched nestled against him, and just like the leads in it, the two of you ducked into a park that shut out the noise, and began talking about this endless rainy season.

"Rainy days are troublesome, of course, but I like how they wash the forest into that emerald green. Sometimes I curl up by the window to write in my journal, and time always seems to pass quickly, though on days like this, it's hard not to feel a little low."

You had once complained to him in a letter about how poorly things were going in your life, but words of comfort couldn't soothe that changeable, moody weather, and this only deepened your longing to see Azure.

You watched as Azure's hand brushed over the leaves of grass along the ground, the raindrops gathered on them sliding down his fingers and into his palm, while the wind carried its damp, cold mist across the ends of your hair, and the park's trees listened quietly to the complaints passing between you.

"Still, too much rain isn't really a good thing either, I have to keep checking on the plants' condition often, and wandering around in the rain is dangerous too. A few years back the temporary plastic sheeting I'd put up got smashed down by a heavy storm, and back then I absolutely hated this weather." As he spoke, the leaves bent low again under the weight of gathering rainwater. "Back then all I could do was sulk alone, thinking about things like knocking over the steel frame I'd just put up..."

"Hey, then all your work would have really gone to waste."

"You're right, at least it still had a frame left standing. I figured I'd get back to it once the rain let up a little." He laughed softly after saying this. "But now, I'd definitely fill your ears with complaints, reader, this damned rain ruined my shed, I've had enough of this injustice. I'd write you letter after letter on rainy days, filling them with everything going wrong in my life, quietly leading you into comforting me... mm, I know that's a bit annoying, but I just want to tell you about it."

"Then wouldn't I have to brave the rain every single day just to fetch your letters?"

"Whoever told you to promise you'd be my good master?" He said with a smile, handing you a white paper bag printed with the dessert shop's logo. "A gardener always has to run a few extra errands for his master, and I'm more than happy to."

A rich fragrance filled your mouth at once. "Ah... but I trust you won't give up on this just because of a little difficulty like that, will you?"

"Of course not, because I'm quite competent at my job."

You were amused by his sheer, matter of fact confidence, and the gloom you'd been feeling quickly melted away in the exchange of words. You picked out a small shop with a view of greenery, and Azure stepped forward to pull open the wooden door hung with wind chimes for you; the chimes jingled, thin mist clung to the glass windows, through which you could faintly make out the lively bustle of everyday life outside, warm light, the crisp clink of porcelain, a quiet sort of waiting. The flower he'd given you was set in a glass vase, and Azure quickly ordered the dishes you loved, delighting you, and you simply propped your chin on your hand and watched him.

Sitting face to face, the face before you had long since seeped into your memory like roots taking hold. You'd looked at each other just like this in other restaurants before, held hands and talked, and you thought back to the early days of your young, awkward romance, all the way to the promises about the future that now came so easily from his lips. He had been part of so many stages of your life, and the seed planted back when love first blossomed in your heart was finally about to bear fruit.

Your attention drifted through your mind, and you lowered your head, suddenly recalling something, and as if compelled by some unseen force, you spoke.

"I'll cling to you like a vine... that's a line I love from a book I read recently. If I were the vine growing high above, I'd follow you downward, and if I were the one growing low, I'd climb upward toward you. I've always wanted to show you that book."

"Mm... but I don't think either of us needs to be just one end of the vine. To me, we're more like interlacing branches." He said this while turning his head slightly to look at the blurred green shadows outside the window. "We're the veins of the sky, each able to grow our own leaves, and yet never apart from one another."

"That's so like you. If I said I wanted to hug you right now, what would that make me?"

But you were seated across from each other in individual chairs, and suddenly standing up to embrace one another might have looked strange, so you quickly stopped him there. There would be time enough for that later anyway. After the meal, you would go on walking with him under the umbrella, still talking about that book, and return together to your apartment, where you'd drink a cup of hot water, and hold him as he drifted off to sleep.

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This has been on my mind for a long time, but my birthday is at the end of the month, and I'm really so happy that I've been able to create so much x reader content!! I've also gotten a lot of comments from o3 www

Actually, for all that I’ve written, one thing in my eyes has never changed—uh, that is, iTrapped is a silly billy.

I did write a little bit of workplace AU content, though (maybe).but，I'm sorry... I can't go on writing... I feel nauseous whenever I try to write.

He sat by the window, head bent over a book, a large potted plant with sprawling leaves and branches beside him on the floor.

He wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater, a long brown overcoat draped over his shoulders, his long hair tied low at the back, a pair of thin black-framed glasses lending him an air of bookish refinement. The scent that clung to him was something like iris, nothing like the brisk, cool figure you remembered from the office; he looked more like a gentle, artistically-inclined student from university.

The shoes made a soft clicking sound when they stepped on the wooden floor.. The blond man noticed you approaching almost at once, lifting a hand to gesture toward the seat beside him, and closed the chat window between you in the same motion.

"I don't think I'm late, am I?" you said carefully, not wanting to be picked apart on a date.

"That depends on whether the wait was worth it." He pushed up his glasses with a knuckle, his gaze drifting over you. "Seeing you is always something of a surprise to me." Then he drew a flattened kraft-paper bag from beside him and slid it across to you. "So I need something in return, call it icing on the cake."

Inside the bag was a small velvet jewelry box with a magnetic clasp. Nestled on the velvet lining lay a slender silver chain, set with a blue gemstone at its center. That shade of blue was no stranger to you; it had hung near you ever since you'd known him, and now it had simply found a new home.

You raised your eyes, and that blue was watching you back. Behind his lenses, his eyes narrowed into a pleasant curve, waiting for your reaction.

"Wait, hold on... you didn't need to give me something this expensive." You pushed the box back toward him without thinking.

"No, no, no," he shook his head lightly, his tone easy. "I think it's worth the price. And being this polite with me at this point, don't you think that's a bit much?" The teasing note hadn't even faded from his voice.

"So, what about my gift in return?" He said it as if in passing, but to your ears it sounded like if you couldn't produce something decent, he'd swallow you whole the next second.

You began mentally running through your empty hands.

After all, this date itself had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. You'd managed, under your boss's urging, to prepare a gift for a client meeting in just two or three hours, but you'd never had to do the same for your own exacting colleague.

Rushing past a flower shop on the way, you'd thought about buying a bouquet, but that felt too clichéd. You'd also considered good coffee beans; you'd seen at the office how particular he was about coffee, and you weren't sure your own judgment was up to it. Catching sight of him at the casino once had brought to mind the things kept behind glass display cases, extravagant perfume, or expensive liquor, but luxury goods demanded even more discernment, and as an amateur you'd probably only make a fool of yourself.

"Maybe," you said, unsure of your own tone, "I could take you to a nice restaurant? I promise it'll be just like in the movies."

He curled his lips into a faint smile and, before you could finish, gave one light shake of his index finger, catching your gaze. "No need for anything that formal." iTrapped's fingers closed around the slender chain, his voice dropping a note lower. That thread of blue caught the light and flickered gently before you, his scent drifting toward you with the motion, warm breath grazing the shell of your ear.

The coolness of the metal touched your collarbone first, his hands circling behind your neck to adjust the clasp with practiced ease. Slowly the chill warmed against your skin, and the iris scent clinging to him grew heavier, pleasant enough to leave you a little dazed.

He drew back a little, his gaze lingering on your collarbone, clearly pleased at how it looked adorning you. "Let's run a tab," he said softly.

"A tab?"

"The gift," he said lightly, stepping back further. "Hm... surely this isn't going to be our last date, is it?"

"Of course not!" The words nearly burst out of you before you could stop them, and realizing at once how eager you sounded, you gave a short cough. "I mean, I will absolutely give you a gift worthy of you."

"I would think so, seeing as you still come find me several times a day just to talk about work."

His words caught you off guard, a note of complaint buried in and around them. "I promise it'll satisfy you..." You'd lost count of how many times you'd intruded on his time off work, and you nearly had to grit your teeth to get the words out.

Sure enough, he arched an eyebrow. He propped his elbows on the table, leaned in a little, relaxed, his eyes fixed straight into yours from behind his lenses. "Mm, look at you, so serious." He gave a short hum of amusement. "Did you really think I was the type to keep score over something like this? Seems like I ought to charge a little interest, just to live up to the image you have odrifted away from his. "Absolutely not."

"Besides," he cut in, his tone softening, "I was the one who asked you out so suddenly. Isn't it only natural you weren't prepared for anything? So it's only right that you ask me out next."

You turned the words over, weighing what lay beneath them, and answered half-jokingly, "Is that a punishment or a reward?"

"Both," he said without hesitation, closing the book in front of him and smiling with an air of perfect innocence. "So, how far along is that task I gave you yesterday?"

The thought of the project deadline sent a jolt of panic through you, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "I promise I'll turn it in on time...!"

......Anyway, I'll just add a tag.

I've been wanting to write something, but I just didn't know what to write＊Spouting nonsense on a blog**Braces for flying bricks*

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There isn't much other info on him yet, but let me use my imagination: compared to the other two I’ve written about, I feel like TPC’s iTrapped is the type who loves to show off his partner. Even if you consider yourself unremarkable, he’ll talk about you in a way that makes you shine; In front of friends, he'll flaunt your relationship with high-profile pride. If you’re clingy, he’ll brag about it—he takes such pride in his identity that having a clingy partner is a badge of honor for him! *Ahem*—Ahem, with his level of charm, it's only to be expected， He’s the sort of guy who might take a photo of a simple flower you gave him and post it on his own account.

(I don't know if you've come across that kind of meme, but — iTrapped complains about something you did on some platform, someone replies in the comments agreeing with him, and he immediately turns around and shuts that person down, telling them they have no business passing judgment on you.)

Now, if there's a co-op mode, there are some insufferable aspects too. When it comes to discussing strategy, he'll instinctively try to one-up you, picking out every way he thinks he plays better than you — though he won't completely ignore what you say. He might grumble that your gameplay is dragging him down, and if you were truly struggling, he’d definitely teach you the ropes hands-on.

But if your skills actually surpass his? The roles flip entirely. He'll praise you without reservation, because you're his best partner after all — while simultaneously trying every angle to show off in front of you, proudly taking credit wherever he can.

Even if the praise is half-hearted, the moment he receives it, he'll claim it's just because those admins have terrible skills.

"What matters most is having a supporter like you, miss/sir. How could I not perform even better than usual? Ahaha, so — can I get a little reward for that?"

When it comes to padding his battle record, he cares a great deal about the kill count, so incidents of him stealing your kills happen quite often. If you call him out on it, he'll say, bluntly: he earned those kills fair and square with his own skill, and if you want them, you can always have compensation another way. Trading those kills for a "him" — don't you think that's a pretty good deal?

cb。

I accidentally added a tag, so I'm deleting and reposting this; I didn't want to tag these items :<<

You can probably tell now that I like having long sideburns

↑This was commissioned from someone else

I’ve actually written a bit lately, but it turned out so awful that I really don’t want to post it，I just can't get past that hurdle😔😔