A STANDSTILL .

[manwolj]

A   WILTING   FLOWER .        //           a private     &     selective writing blog featuring     JANG MAN - WOL  from tvn’s hotel del luna.      portrayal is primarily drawn from the series,     LARGELY   HEADCANON   BASED .      as prolonged by macy.       22 ,    SHE / HER ,    EST .    MAR  2021 .

RULES + INFO BELOW .

very low effort blog so until im sure i’ll be here Permanently to make a carrd, have these rules

indie and selective jang man-wol from hotel del luna, i don’t own her but i do own all headcanons, studies, and further developments - pls don’t steal them.

please be 18+.

softblock if you’re gonna break mutuals.

please don’t use screenshot replies. embarrazzing.

hdl’s primary theme is death. and grief. and with a splash of horror. some topics that may be discussed will include suicide, violence, gore, cheating, blah blah. expect it all. that being said, pls don’t follow if you’re not comfy with that. 

i don’t use trigger warning / tw format, i will just simply tag the word. i also do not default tag anything aside from explicit / graphic written or visual content. pls msg me if u do need smth tagged tho

uhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah <3 

im macy, 22, bi woc !!

[falloncarringtongifs]

#an entire mood

[zhoufeis]

mischa’s favorites ⮞ FIFTY TV CHARACTERS #02 Jang Man-wol. “I am just here. I am neither alive nor dead. I am just stuck here, confined to a time zone that never moves forward.”

[manwolj]

@chansungk​​  ,         you’re lucky i figured out your insane, ironic punishment before anyone got killed.                 ...                  “    𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦    call    𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆   !   ”

her brows are knitted,   a pout formed over rosy petals         —         how dare he interrupt her !    it’d taken enough out of her to track down the pesky human that’d scratched her car while she was eating,   and while she knew she couldn’t hurt them without vanishing herself,   it didn’t mean she couldn’t get justice through other means.    she’d enlisted yu - na,   orchestrating the entire thing to make it so this despicable man would perish as she deemed fit.    a marching band,   bubbles,   glue,   glitter         ...         she’d seen it on t.v. at one point.           “  insane ?    insane ?!  ”         her octaves rise as she questions him,   anger heavily evident in her tone.    man - wol knew that zeroth choice would foil her plans and took so much care as to ensure his lack of involvement     ...     was it seon - bi ?!    it had to be,   he spends far too much of his time gossiping with their manager.    

they’re standing in the middle of a deserted field,   all participating members dispersed so that it was just the two of them.    and the gallon of glitter clinging to man - wol’s figure.        “  this was not insane,   this was meticulously put - together.    and for good reason,    you can’t just damage someone’s precious belongings and expect to get away with it    —   ”         and she starts coughing,   having inhaled flickers of glitter.    in her fit,   she reaches out to slap his chest,   knowing the sticky substance would get on his suit.         “  koo chan - sung.    you annoy me deeply.  ” 

[manwolj]

i can’t get over the fact that manwol spend 1300 years nurturing her grudge and her hatred,   so much so that she would have killed the one person who fought by her side and took care of her if it meant he was the reincarnation of the one who caused her such anguish and grief.    and even when she envisioned doing so,   she was immediately filled with regret.    she learned so much in that moment that her grudge couldn’t be satiated by vanishing herself.

[fairytalespond]

Halloween Hexathlon ↳ day two: favourite dynamic

[manwolj]

GUEST LOG :    KOO ,  CHANSUNG . 

   it was true   -   he knew perhaps better than anyone other than manwol herself how their bittersweet story would end.   the thought had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.   he would eventually lose her,   and then he would be the burning star left behind to grieve his dear moon.   “   i know very well.   ”   he blinked a few times in rapid succession,   silently hoping that would be enough to quell the tears that stung his eyes and threatened to spill past his waterline   -   though it was never quite enough.   his tears still slipped down his face,   but regardless of that fact,   he still found himself reaching out to grab her hand.   “   i know that so very well,   but i don’t care as long as i can stay by your side until the very last moment.   ”   he reiterated his initial statement,   a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the fact that he was in fact crying. 

there is a lightness to her,   it is thirteen - hundred years of weight removed from her,   the tether that had taken root in her now dissipated and gone into the wind,   just as she would soon be.    and still,   she does not feel that weightlessness.    there is sorrow flowered inside of her,   now in full bloom and she aches,   feels that fear that’d been a shadow.    she swore she would not cry,    but pellucid drops are already trailing down pale cheeks,   eyes glossy and reddening.         “  i’ve accepted that this will happen.    i’ve made my peace with it.    and i wanted to be strong but i don’t think i am.  ”         she feels a traitor,   to him,   to herself.    her voice is softer,   gentler,   afraid that if she were to go any louder it would break and the dam of her grief would pour endlessly.    

her fingers tighten around his,   like she needs a reminder that she has not yet gone entirely and that she is still there,   still standing with him.    the world still holds their embrace.    oh,   how it hurts to see him cry,   how she never wanted him to hurt.    she steps forward,   closing whatever space that dare exist between them,   free hand reaching up to gently wipe away the tears staining his cheek.         “  i am angry.  ”         the statement does not match the sadness in her features,   the tiredness that grace her eyes.         “  i wanted to vanish for so long that i let my grudge guide my hatred.    i can’t help but think         —         what if we could have had more time ?  ”         it’s futile,    this desperation speaking.    it’s pointless,    but here she feels inexplicably human,   reaching for empty promises to soothe the despair within.

[manwolj]

GUEST LOG :    KOO ,   CHANSUNG .  

   those four simple words were enough to forced a strained exhale from chan-sung,   his glossy optics shifting so he could get a better look at the woman standing beside him.   she was beautiful like a rose that was awaiting to be plucked from the garden,   and just like a rose,   her thorns would always cut him when he reached out for her comfort.   he was silent for quite a while,   but eventually he would reluctantly nod his head.   “   i already know that,   ”   he paused for a moment to clear his throat,   his hands fidgeting around with his suit for several moments before he simply settled for smoothing his palms over the fabric of his suit jacket.   “  but that doesn’t mean that i don’t want to try.   am i not allowed to try,   ms. jang?   ”

there is a knot deep within her,    she calls it home,    she sees it a part of herself and nurtures it fully even as it tightens and tightens.    it is an ache that eats at her,   gnawing away at bits of her over the past thirteen - hundred years.    it should weaken,   become a white noise that buzzes mindlessly but it reverberates a little louder,   a little stronger.    was it that she had hope,    or was it that she clung onto koo chansung’s,   allowed his humanistic optimism to seep into her ?         “  you’re allowed to try,    but you can’t let it take over like this.    it will devour you whole.    we lose,   we let them go,   and we move on.  ”         her arms were folded over her chest,   unable to shake the chill that washed through her since the moment she briefly brushed against the guest’s vanished particles.    there was pain,   fear,   and then nothingness.         “  koo chansung.  ”         she starts,   small steps taken so that she’s now in front of him,   facing him.         “  be sad for one minute.    and then think about milk tea.    i heard they’re releasing a limited edition flavor just for this weekend !  ” 

[manwolj]

thinking about the ugly leopard print suit manwol got for chansung

[rahge-a]

 ───   @manwolj liked for an outfit edit .

[zhoufeis]

Lee Ji-eun as Jang Man-wol on Hotel del Luna (੭ ˘ ᵕ˘)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ~

[manwolj]

hey do u have a room thats available ... im tired

we have room 404.................. ur welcome to it <3

[manwolj]

HOTEL GUEST LOG :      JYN ERSO         —         @vicioushope​

there’s nothing that irritates the hotel owner more than people getting in her way,   but even more so when the guests aren’t escorted immediately upon their arrival.    not out of care for their presence or hotel del luna’s proper service,   but they had a habit of wandering into places they shouldn’t end up in,   or more importantly   :   the after effects of their death followed them quite strongly.    there’s a haze,   something remnant of smoke and fire,   and she can smell the subtle scent of it all the way from her office.    she’d been inspecting the new tiara she’d bought with the funds of their last guest who’d departed,   eager to try it on herself         —         but now she was furiously looking for the source of this disruption.   

she stops in her tracks the moment she finds a         —         someone ??    with burnt marks and clothes ripped and shredded and fused.    even through the destruction of whatever caused this guest’s death,   she couldn’t help but grimace at the horrid fashion taste.    ugly.         “  why hasn’t anyone come to assist you yet !  ”         heel of her shoe stomps down on the floor in a tantrum,   slender digits delicately gripping the base of her tiara.    her shouts echo throughout the entire floor,   yet nobody arrives quickly enough to assuage her and she exhales heavily.         “  welcome to hotel del luna,   we’re pleased you found us.  ”         the practiced greeting falls from her lips in strained syllables,         “  if you’ll follow me,   i can take you to our salon.    i can’t imagine you are feeling at all comfortable in that get - up.  ” 

[manwolj]

GUEST LOG :  ADELINE LARUE . 

a fly trapped inside amber,   frozen while the world moves on around her,   moves on from her.      she no longer attempts to escape a pair of  green eyes  shadowed by curls,   features that were born from her own hand     (  what was once adored now turned into an eternal mockery  )     and addie knows better than to  read between the lines,    to draw shapes from clouds and build stories from blank pages.     days were bleak as it is,    her survival hinging on her ability to swipe trinkets from shelves,   hoping that a door would close or a window would fall shut.    so when another woman’s knowing stare  lingered on  when she swept from one corridor to another,   it didn’t go unnoticed.     like a palpable touch,   addie felt it on the back of her neck,   a curiosity that infests    &    festers like an uncontrollable disease.      a curiosity she knows to be an old friend.

addie has learnt to warp herself into surroundings,     the invisible girl furthering into oblivion with each step.     shadows that envelop her like the caress of a  lover,    she doesn’t show any disdain towards them just yet,   for they provide her the refuge needed.     a bookshelf serving as  a vantage point  to learn more about her seeker,     she learns that there was  a mystery  woven deep into the woman’s bones,    the same preternatural kind that lends her this knowledge.     (   though she’d argue that her instinct is only a product of the centuries spent in watching people,   learning the littlest things about them from a single glance.  )    their eyes meet and  everything shifts  all at once,    her target vanishing behind a sudden wave of commotion,     and addie was left staring at the empty space for a moment,   lost in thought     —     wondering if it was all a  desperate dream.

she does not lose sight in a similar manner,      twisting and turning around the halls as the woman threatens to slip out of her grasp.       if the fates were stubborn,    addie was a step ahead of them.     a clever tactic learnt from the  bane of her existence,    she crosses a diagonal to cover the width of the room     &    catches her by the stairwell.      ❝   who are you?   ❞      her voice echoes,   booms like a thousand warning bells ringing at once.    she drops it down to a whisper,   which resonates off the secluded walls  like a hiss.       ❝   did he send you?   ❞

like a painting restored,   clean of its varnish,   it stands anew without the weight of history         —        the colors are brighter,   cleaner,   smoother.    but those who look closely can see the marks of time,   see how even in its ageless,   timeless entity that it bears a timestamp.    that is what man - wol sees in the woman with a face reminiscent of many centuries,   ghost of a hundred faces and a hundred names.    she wonders what it’s like,   to be on the move without a blatant tether,   without death swaying just above the thin hairs of her vessel and waiting to grab her at any minute.    maybe that was also the case for her,   man - wol could only speculate so far.    and she could also speculate the woman’s fashion         —         unsure if she liked it,   if she could care for it.    she makes no effort in shielding the cat - like glare she maintains,   almost asserting her own dominance in the vicinity.    was it greed to pluck such things,   or desperation ?

it’s rare that man - wol finds herself fascinated,   but when a favorite player shows up,   she can’t resist.    but she doesn’t like getting too close,   uninterested in the conversations that could arise from this so - called bonding         —         she gets enough of it from the hotel staff,   from the guests that take too long to move on.    and so she makes her way to leave,   another source of entertainment finished for the day      :      she would have to find another collection elsewhere,   something shinier,   prettier,   more expensive.    well,   until she’s so rudely stopped in her path,   the woman’s voice echoing within her own cranium.    

slender digits twirl with loose waves,   the length cascading down her back as it always did         —         it contradicts the way she’s rooted herself into life and death     :     she is not as free forming as she wishes to be.         “  tch !    did nobody teach you any manners ?    what makes you think you can approach me like this ?  ”         she’s dramatic,   this is expected.    pretty pink lips part in dismay,   small crevices between her brows as she scowls,   as if this is an inconvenience.         “  look at you,   already making assumptions      ...     so bold.    nobody sends me,   know that.  ”         flipping her hair over her shoulder,   her gaze narrows as she snakes around the woman’s build,   heels echoing over the floor as she walks.         “  did you upset the grim reaper ?    is that who you speak of ?    if so,   that’s not my problem and,   well,   good luck to you !  ”

[manwolj]

lol . imagine dying . haha . couldn't be me . haha .

hahahhahaahah right dying is for freaks ahahahah

[manwolj]

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[manwolj]

i’m pretty sure i’d be dead if you hadn’t helped me, so thank you.

well

i got news for you <3