❝ lie to me, again and again, until it starts sounding like the truth. ❞ ───── in which, xinran's fiancé gets poisoned and now it's up to her to track down, manipulate and retrieve the antidote from the one that did it. and his name? ji bozai. ❪ ji bozai x oc ❫ ❪ ongoing ❫ ❪ cover made by @seraversee ❫

╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈.. returning on tour was more than a physical journey, it was a pilgrimage to reclaim the parts of her soul lost in the constant spotlight. With bittersweet resolve, she prepared to step away from the life she had meticulously built, ready to search for a new melody that spoke of healing, of authenticity, and of the hope that even the brightest stars sometimes need to find their way back to darkness to truly shine. ** COMPLETED ** 132,528k words !!! <33 (including all A/N's and character intro chapters.)

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With 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐄-𝐍𝐀's one track mind, trying to get her to change her mind was like getting blood out of a stone - impossible. If one word could describe her, it would be stubborn. And nothing could change that. But maybe someone could. 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈-𝐄𝐔𝐍 kept a quiet eye. His expressions tended to do all his talking, making speaking for him useless. Weak Hero Class 2 Si-eun x oc

𝓚𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝓡𝐄𝐈 was a cult leader and assassin who held a syringe filled with humanity's poison. Masked as a dying patient in a hospital, doctors ignored her because she looked like she wouldn't make it to the very next day. But they were wrong. She was dangerous. Not only in the way she coaxed innocent sheep toward the wolf's den but how she conducted a church with nothing but a veil and candle, where the hands of the desperate and seeking claw at her feet in a thirst for god's-no, her salvation. 𝓜ost assassins kill for orders. Kuromi believed otherwise. Where to her, it wasn't simply murder, believing it to be nature for the weak to follow the powerful. The world was overgrown greedy, selfish, rotting at the roots, she only pruned what did not deserve to bloom. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 held a syringe like the antidote against humanity's poison. As a heart surgeon, human life was simply necessary in a system- not that that would ever explain why he never valued his own. Maybe because he had never once seen it as irreplaceable. He was quiet in the way empty rooms were quiet, his accuracy unsettling whether that blade he held with surgical hands was metaphorical or real. 𝓨et that never explained why his patients kept dying before he got to open their hearts. Why the world did not get better, only quieter, until one night, he saw who had been holding the rotten, bloody knife all this time. 𝓐 garden must be trimmed. A flock must be guided. For him, a heart must keep beating no matter the cost. And to her, an already selfish world must still be purified of human filth. 𝓣he two of them walked opposite directions- one playing god, other playing human, yet they followed each other like poison and antidote, falling into a land where there is no room for morals. 𝓑elief in the gods are lost, they are weak, but power is true once you get the slightest taste. And both of them refuse to let go.

Moon hae-yeong is a ;silent, stuborn, rude, and pretty savage girl, in which yet only makes baku want to try even harder to grab the girls attention, especially when he sees a quick glimpse into her opening cracks. in which: her parents abandoned her yet randomly one day. which had caused the girl attachment issues, and trust issues from it, and so she clung on for dear life to her bestfriend, maejin, but then when she was forced to move schools and city she broke and stopped making friends and being kind. That was until a boy came, park humin. whom slowly closed her wounds, rebuilding her smile, filling the cracks. / or in which: her life was gray until she met him. -park humin+ oc~ CREDITS TO @_llexxiii_ for cover and a few decorations/banners!

╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈.. sometimes imagined a different childhood. One with gentle hands brushing her hair, kind voices asking how her day was, someone sitting beside her during storms. Maybe, if she'd grown up like that, she wouldn't be so cold now. Maybe her tears wouldn't be silent and swallowed. Maybe she wouldn't hold her hand over her mouth when she cried, afraid of the sound.

In a world where emotion gets you killed and silence keeps you alive, Aiharo Sayo walks the line between memory and instinct, almost human, and never quite whole. shuntaro chishiya x oc alice in borderland