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Possibly a hot take but those girls who overly sexualize ghost, w/o a care for his backstory, are no better than those guys who sexualize every female character they come across in games.

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Young Morbell with O’Driscoll boy Micah :]

Im actually obsessed with these two, like I can’t go more than an hour, tops, w/o thinking abt them.

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Claustrophobic Micah :)

The idea and everything is based off of @/amrass’ ‘Salt’ and ‘The Devils’ but also just their idea of Micah’s backstory and young Micah in general.

Micah’s design is based on @/meeks-just-wants-to-scroll’s drawings of young Micah

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There isn’t enough Owen content sooo here’s a papercraft of him :)

Feel free to print him out if you want a little Owen!

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Here’s a drawing of my Rdr oc Tobias Chandler

I’m really happy with how this drawing came out cause the last time I tried to draw him it just didn’t feel right, but I feel like I captured him well with this one :)

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I wrote it :)

(It’s the post before this on my profile)

I’m really happy with how it came out, I think it’s the saddest fic I’ve written tbh 😭

I found a book about the history of diseases and there’s a part about Tuberculosis and all I can think about is Arthur 😭

Get ready for the most soul crushing fic about Hosea living and having to watch Arthur slowly deteriorate from TB

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And One Day, I Am Gonna Grow Wings (A Chemical Reaction)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Whump, Tuberculosis, Hosea lives (but is that really a good thing?), Father and son Hosea and Arthur, not beta read, Rdr2 spoilers

Setting: Chapter 6 - Beaver Hollow

A/n: ‘I know the colour of that blood! It is arterial blood. I cannot be deceived … That drop of blood is my death warrant. I must die.’ - John Keats

Summary: Hosea, who doesn’t die during the Saint Denis bank robbery, has to watch Arthur slowly deteriorate.

Hosea knew Arthur was a bit sick, he’d seen him coughing a bit in camp, but he never thought it would be this bad. The occasional coughs turned to coughing fits that ended up with Arthur wiping his hands up his pants, streaks of red being smeared along with the rest of dirt and grime on them.

Never did Hosea think he would see the day where the camp workhorse would be slowed down to a trot, having to take frequent breaks to breathe. Never did he think he would have to watch is own son die. Hosea always thought he would be the first to go, with his asthma and all, but now he’s not so sure.

Hosea begun noticing small differences in Arthur since his return from Guarma. He never put much thought into them though, everyone was different after Guarma. Dutch has been getting more paranoid and with the death of their youngest member, excluding Jack, almost everyone seemed to be feeling down.

But Arthur specifically seemed to be worse. Immediately Hosea noticed that Arthur seemed to be sick. He was coughing more than usual and Hosea noticed him sweating heavily in his sleep.

Hosea’s always been a worrier, whenever Arthur or John got sick he’d be all over them, caring for them like a mother hen. Dutch had joked about it frequently, he always waved off Hosea’s concerns, saying that they’d get over it, it was just a little cold. So when Hosea noticed Arthur seeming sick he began to check on him more often.

During the day, while Arthur was at camp, he’d walk by the man, offering some tea or just striking up a conversation. He always watched out for little signs, but whatever it was, Arthur seemed to not like showing it in front of others, holding back coughs as best he could, frequently clearing his throat, but Hosea could tell. Arthur had always been the type to hate showing weakness, and Hosea thinks part of the reason has to do with how often Dutch focused on Arthur’s strength, especially as he grew older. Arthur cared so much about being seen as strong that he refused to even let the man who practically raised him see him being the tiniest bit weak. It saddened Hosea.

At night Hosea would pass by Arthur’s tent and check up on him, often he would find Arthur drenched in sweat looking miserable.

Hosea brought it up to Arthur once but Arthur had just brushed it off, saying he’d be fine and it was just a little cough. And Hosea knew bringing it up to Dutch would do nothing, he’d just brush Hosea’s concerns off.

He hoped Arthur would get better like he usually did, Arthur never stayed sick for long, but he never got better. In fact Hosea noticed him getting exponentially worse.

He only truly noticed how pale Arthur had gotten a week or two after he came back from Guarma, before then the sunburn he had covered it. But once he noticed it was glaringly obvious, Arthur’s skin was almost translucent, Hosea could practically see the man’s veins with how pale his skin was.

And from there Hosea only spotted more and more things wrong with Arthur. For one, Arthur seemed skinnier. He’d always been fairly built, a strong man, but his muscles were dwindling. Hell, Arthur almost had the same mass as Hosea himself, and Hosea was far from being built.

He’d also noticed how big Arthur’s eye bags seemed to be. Arthur had always had eye bags, one of the things Hosea always told Arthur to do, which he never did, was to get more sleep. Arthur had always been out and about, if he wasn’t out on a job he was out exploring wherever they were camped at, and that ment he very rarely got ample sleep. But they were much worse than they’d ever been.

And the cough just kept getting worse and worse. It went from a few coughs every once in a while, to frequent coughing that sometimes turned into coughing fits. At this point, Hosea thinks everyone in the camp has noticed Arthur being unwell, but no one has brought it up. It must feel odd for them, seeing the strong man of the gang deteriorating every day.

Sometimes after a coughing fit, Arthur would rub his hand off onto his pants thinking no one noticed, but Hosea always did. He noticed how the top of Arthur’s pants would get more red with every wipe, how he was too self-conscious to even ask the girls to wash his pants anymore, putting it off until he just ended up washing them himself.

Hosea couldn’t just stand by and watch Arthur slowly get worse, he had to atleast talk to Arthur about it, and talk he did.

One day, Hosea decided to pull Arthur away for camp for a bit, offering to go on a short ride with him, just something to get their minds off of what was happening with the gang, he said. And Arthur agreed, riding off on his horse, one Hosea had gone with Arthur to pick out months before, alongside Hosea on Silver Dollar.

They only got so far before Hosea brought up the big question.

“Arthur” Hosea starts, in an almost sad tone. “I’ve noticed you seem unwell recently, and I need you to tell me truthfully, how bad is it?”

Hosea immediately cringes at how it came out, but he doesn’t take it back. He knows that Arthur knows what it is, what’s happening in his body, he can tell how much Arthur tries to hide it from everybody.

Hosea looks over at Arthur who just looks defeated, like he’d expected Hosea to bring it up.

“Tuberculosis” Arthur says, simply. “I’m dying Hosea”

Hosea pauses, everything seems to freeze, but of course it doesn’t. The world keeps spinning, the horses keep moving forward, even if it seems like Hosea’s world has ended.

“Oh Arthur” Hosea says, sounding on the verge of tears. “My boy”

And at that moment Arthur breaks, feeling like he hasn’t felt since he was a child. Having his dad, not a biological one but still just as important, fuss and worry over him. He wants nothing more than to curl up in his father’s arms and sob, but despite everything, no tears come. The two men, father and son, just stay looking at each other, no words needing to be exchanged.

Hosea stops his horse, Arthur following suit, and steps off onto the ground. He walks up to his son, who has also stepped off his horse, sensing that is what Hosea wanted, and hugs him tightly. After a beat Arthur hugs back. As despite the age difference between the two, an older man and a younger, still in his prime, they both hug each other just as tightly, having been reduced down to the same strength.

And as much as the two men pray that the world would just stop there, that they could stay in this eternal hug, eternal comfort, the world keeps going. And they know the father will eventually outlive the son, but neither of them want to think about it now, all that matters is the embrace.

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I found a book about the history of diseases and there’s a part about Tuberculosis and all I can think about is Arthur 😭

Get ready for the most soul crushing fic about Hosea living and having to watch Arthur slowly deteriorate from TB

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Prescription (Make it Stop)

Chapter 1 - Descending into Delusion (pt.1)

Aka. Nam-gyu as Kim Seo-wan

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Drugs, Probably not realistic to actual psych wards but I tried my best, Delusions, Not beta read, Everything that happened in squid game 2 happened in this fic/universe

Setting: Post-squid game 2, pre-ddos

A/n: I was planning on making this into a series but I’ve lost interest in Squid game and Ddos (Rdr brainrot has taken over). But I’ll still try to finish part 2 since this piece isn’t completed :)

“You think I would lie about something like this?! My friend’s fucking dead, man! I saw it! I wouldn’t joke about that!” He opens his fists up and bangs against the door again, this time with his palms.

“Fuck” Nam-gyu bangs one more time before giving up, walking across the empty floor towards the singular bed in the corner of the room.

He plops down onto the bed and stares at the equally as blank ceiling. He still can’t believe they put him into a fucking mental facility, like, he’s not crazy?!

But they don’t believe him. They think that the death game was all just a delusion but he knows it wasn’t. He can still feel Thanos’ blood on his hands, his clothes. He hates it.

And now that he’s here, and was forced to sober up, he feels like he is actually going crazy.

Especially now that they locked him up in some sort of prison room cause he was “misbehaving”. He thinks his reaction was justified. He’s being held here against his will because apparently his parents, who he hasn’t talked to in years, signed a form or something. Who wouldn’t be mad if they found that out?

He also hates the doctor and nurse that he was given. The nurse barely even acknowledges him and the doctor reminds him too much of Se-mi with the way she talks. Straight to the point and like she’s better than him. At least he doesn’t have to worry about dealing with one of them anymore.

Nam-gyu’s made a point to not mention the fact that he’d killed anybody in those games. He doesn’t want to risk going to jail if they finally realize he isn’t mentally ill.

After what felt like an eternity, and probably was, he hears the sound of a door open. Nam-gyu’s head turns to the side as the second door to the room clicks open. The annoying nurse steps into his room with a glass of water and some pills.

He wishes they were the ones Thanos had, but he knows they’re the type they give crazy people. Hes not crazy, but he won’t pass up taking pills. Who knows, they might have some effect.

He takes them out of her hand and pops them into his mouth, swallowing them dry. Only after does he take a gulp of water.

“Open your mouth.” The nurse says.

Nam-gyu wants to make a snarky remark but he doesn’t bother, it’ll probably make them keep him in this damn room for longer. He opens his mouth.

“Good. Ms. Cha wants to have a talk with you. Follow me” She walks out of the room and Nam-gyu follows suit.

She leads him into the main hallway, Nam-gyu takes a look around and sees a bunch of crazies. He’s not like them. He keeps repeating this to himself like it’ll change his situation, but as long as the doctors think he’s crazy he’s stuck here.

They enter a small room with a table. The doctor sits facing the door so Nam-gyu has to shift around to the other side before sitting down. The nurse closes the door and walks off.

“Mr. Kim Seo-wan-“ The doctor starts before Nam-gyu cuts her off.

“Nam-gyu” He says.

“Excuse me?” The doctor sounds confused.

“I go by Nam-gyu now”

“Alright then, Mr. Kim Nam-gyu.” The doctor starts up again, scribbling something down on a paper. “Do you know why you were admitted?”

“Because everyone thinks I’m fucking crazy when I’m not. I’m telling the truth.”

“Alright-“

“I am!” He hits the table with his fist. “I’m not insane, I’m not like all these crazies, I don’t have delusions!”

“Calm down please.”

“Mother fucking-“ Nam-gyu cuts himself off, rubbing his face. Atleast Se-mi acknowledged when she was being a bitch. She didn’t try to hide it.

The doctor pauses for a second, letting Nam-gyu collect himself, before speaking again. “Can you remind me what these.. ‘death games’ were?”

“A bunch of people, like hundreds, were given cards by this guy in a suit. He said we would get like 40 billion won if we won these games, so obviously I went. They made us play red light, green light and everyone who moved got shot.” Nam-gyu realizes why people think he’s crazy. Putting hundreds of people in a room and making them play deadly children’s games for money? “I’m telling the truth” He hisses out.

“I never said you weren’t.” The doctor responds in her infuriatingly calm voice.

“How about you draw what you remember.” The doctor says, pushing a piece of blank paper and some crayons towards him.

“Draw? I’m not a fucking kid, I’m not gonna draw out what I saw!”

The doctor looks like she’s about to snap but she keeps her professionalism. “It’ll help to know exactly what the event was like, Mr. Kim.”

Nam-gyu grumbles to himself but eventually gives in. It’s humiliating, some random woman telling him to draw what he saw, like a fucking kid whose parents don’t believe them but aren’t saying that cause they don’t wanna hurt their kids feelings. His feelings aren’t hurt.

He grabs a crayon and starts drawing on the page, pushing down on the paper harshly. The crayon snaps and Nam-gyu looks up at the doctor, glaring at her.

“It’s alright, just use the broken off bit.” She says.

He groans but complies. After a minute he pushes back to her a crappy drawing of red light, green light. Stick figures are littered around the white page, some standing, most on the ground with scribbles of red surrounding them. Weird looking woman, the doll, stands at the front, facing a tree.

A kid could probably do better than whatever he made, but it doesn’t matter. He’s just doing this to comply with the doctor to hopefully get out of this hellhole sooner.

“Hm” She says, looking over the drawing.

She thinks he’s crazy, he can tell, and it pisses him off.

“This was it? You went home after this game?”

“No, we played more. Some race thing with obstacles you had to complete in a team, and mingle.”

“How long were you there?”

“Probably like three or four days.”

She nods. “Alright. Thank you for sharing all of this. I think that was enough for this session, you did well. You can go back to your room now, the nurses will check in on you in an hour.”

Nam-gyu stands up from the table and walks out of the door right as the doctor finishes her sentence.

“Fucking bitch..” He says, under his breath.

He walks through the pink corridors towards the room they put him in. It’s annoying having to share a space with 3 other men, but at least it isn’t 400.

Nam-gyu opens the door and goes to sit on his bed in the back corner, against a window.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, he wants nothing more now than to be back in his crappy studio apartment. He shouldn’t have said anything about the game, he should have just forgotten about it, acted like it never happened.

It doesn’t matter now anyways.

As he stares out the window shapes in front of him warp, the building turns into a cliff, and he swears he sees Thanos-

Nam-gyu looks away. Maybe he is going insane? It’s probably the meds or something. It doesn’t matter, so what if he’s going crazy, people think he’s crazy anyways.

He decides to take a nap. It’s quiet in here, not as quiet as it was in the isolation room but a more comfortable quiet. He can still hear patients outside the room but there’s nobody in here.

Nam-gyu lays town and turns away from the window but his eyes land on an object on the table beside him. In front of his glasses, which he refuses to wear, is Thanos’ cross. They took off the chain, because they thought he might harm himself with it, and obviously they took the pills out too, he’s checked, but they left the cross.

Nam-gyu reaches for it but then pulls his hand back. Why’s he getting so sentimental anyways? It’s not like him and Thanos were close, the only reason they were buddies was for survival.

Nam-gyu shuts his eyes tightly, willing himself to fall asleep. In the back of his mind he can hear Thanos talking, fucking up his name, as he drifts off.

He wakes up to someone touching his arm, which he instinctively pulls away. He sits up and looks at the nurse who’s holding one of those squeezey cuffs.

“I just need to take your blood pressure, Mr. Kim”

Nam-gyu grits his teeth, irritated that he was woken up, but holds his arm out.

She puts the cuff around his arm and takes his blood pressure before pulling it away.

“I have to check your belongings now.”

“Didn’t you already do that yesterday?”

“We have to do it every day”

“..fine” Nam-gyu sits on his bed criss-crossed, leaning against the back wall. He lets out a sigh and looks out the window. Everything looks normal now, thankfully.

He doesn’t want to tell anyone that he might actually be seeing things now, he just wants to get out of this ward.

“Alright, everything seems to be fine” The nurse says.

He looks back over at the nurse as she’s walking away before looking back out the window. Blood splatters onto the outside of the window as he looks over.

He flinches and backs up further against the wall, but he can’t stop staring. The blood drips down slowly, covering almost the whole window.

Nam-gyu turns to the rest of the room, checking if any of the other 3 people there saw what he just saw. But it doesn’t seem like they did, they’re acting like everything’s normal. He turns back to the window and… everything is normal. There’s no blood anymore, not even a drop.

Shit, maybe he is going crazy.

Nam-guy slumps down into the bed, covering his face with his arms. He doesn’t know why all the sudden he’s started seeing shit, this hasn’t happened to him before.

Except maybe when he’s really high, but even then it’s not this vivid. This feels real, but he knows it isn’t. It can’t be.

He decides it’s best to go back to sleep even though he just woke up from a nap. Hopefully the next time he wakes up it’s morning and he’s not seeing stuff anymore.

He drops his arm to the side, off of his face, and turns his body away from the window. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, he manages to fall asleep.

He gains some consciousness in the middle for he might when he feels something touching his arm but he doesn’t care enough in his half asleep state to actually fully wake up.

But soon enough it’s morning and Nam-gyu opens his eyes to see the white ceiling of the mental ward. For a second he thinks he’s in the game, he can hear the music playing over the speakers, but the sound fades away as his eyes adjust.

He moves his hands up to his face and rubs his eyes, getting off all the crust that accumulated while he was asleep. Just then the door opens and the nurse enters with a cart.

She begins giving food and pills to the people closest to the door and Nam-gyu watches. Soon she gets to him and without a word he takes the pill.

“Open your mouth”

He does so and it’s empty. The nurse nods and pulls a tray down onto his bed then places the food there.

Nam-gyu realizes that he’s starving. The food doesn’t look all that good but it’s better than what they gave them in the games. A singular piece of fucking bread, like come on? How is that enough to sustain a person.

He grabs a spoon and begins digging in, his mind blank, only focused on the food.

Before he knows it he’s finished but he’s still hungry. He doesn’t bother trying to ask for more, though, since the last time he did, in the game, they almost killed him. He knows this place is different, they’re not in the business of trying to kill people, but his weariness prevails.

Nam-gyu gets up and walks out the door. He sees a few patients putting their empty food trays in a pile by the nurses station so he goes over and does the name.

The nurse standing there jots something down before speaking. “Mr. Kim, you should come to our therapy this afternoon in the recreation room. It’s not mandatory but it could be beneficial.”

He nods, not really planning on doing it, and walks off. He doesn’t know where he’s walking, the ward is bigger than he thought it was, but he’s going to find somewhere to breathe. Hopefully somewhere with not many people around since it feels like no matter where he goes there’s always a group of people there. Either a group of patients or nurses, he gets it’s their job but can’t they get off his ass for one second?

He finds a smaller room with a tree in the middle, it’s fairly close to the main part of the ward but it’s still quiet enough. He enters the glass room and sits down on the floor. For a second he just sits there, his mind empty as he stares at the tree and the sky through the glass behind it.

He’s finally able to think in this, almost, quiet space. But he finds he doesn’t have much to think about, or more realistically much he wants to think about. The game flashes through his head, which he knows was real, but he doesn’t want to focus on any memories from it, they make him want to crawl out of his own body.

Even though in the moment he was perfectly fine, now if he had the chance he wouldn’t want to join back in the game. It was fully the drugs which gave him the confidence to keep pressing O, without them he would have chickened out and voted X even though there was really nothing waiting for him back home.

His parents live far away and he doesn’t have very many friends. He has his colleagues at the club, sure, but he barely talks to them outside of work or getting a drink together. The only person he would really consider a friend now is Thanos, which is stupid. He’s pretty sure Thanos was just with him for survival, after all it’s better to stick to a group than to be solo. That’s the reason he was with Thanos as well, at least that was the reason at first. He doesn’t want to think about how attached he got to Thanos, or about Thanos in general.

Whenever Nam-gyu thinks about him his mind always thinks about the bathroom, and seeing Thanos writhing on the floor with a fork sticking out of his neck. That’s was the first time he truly saw Thanos in pain and it shocked him to his core. His eyes, blue but you could barely tell because of how blown wide his pupils were, staring almost helplessly up at Nam-gyu.

But what could he do? Thanos was already basically dead so, he grabbed the fork, and of course the drugs, but more importantly the cross so he could have a piece of Thanos, and began mutilating some guy with the bloody fork. Everything from that moment up to when he got back to the beds was a blur. Not even thinking about which bed to get into before realizing he was in Thanos’.

Nam-gyu snaps out of his thoughts, so much for not thinking about the game, or Thanos. He realized he’s trembling, the memories fucking him up more than he would like to admit. He would blame it on the wind but there’s no air coming into the room.

He shakily lifts his hands up to his face and he swears he can feel the sticky sensation of blood on them, Thanos’, but it’s not there. He can’t see it and he knows logically that he’s clean. But he feels it, he always does.

Nam-gyu drops his hands down to the ground, cursing to himself under his breath, and he leans his head back against the glass wall behind him. Through the glass behind the tree he sees a dragon flying towards a building and crashing into it, fire explodes all over the city from his view. But he blinks and it’s all gone. He doesn’t have it in him to dwell on this, just wanting to sit here and let his mind go blank, which he now realizes he’s been trying to do for the past few minutes to no avail.

He can’t help how much his mind races, and it always goes back to that bathroom, to Thanos. But he refuses to think anymore about that.

Before he can actually relax the nurse from before with the short hair walks up in front of him. “Mr. Kim, you should join our therapy session, it’s going to get started soon.” She says, smiling down at him. It makes him feel weak and small.

He wants to argue back, to tell her to fuck off and threaten her, but he finds that he has no energy to do that. He realizes that he hasn’t had much energy today in general to do anything other than sit and laze around.

This isn’t unusual for him, with his work completely draining his energy, but he usually at least has the energy to be rude.

“Fine” He spits out. Nam-gyu stands up from his place on the ground, he’ll remember this spot for later, he likes it.

The nurse walks out of the room and he follows.

She leads him into the common room which now has more tables in it where people are- “Drawing? Seriously?” Nam-gyu says, annoyed. Why are they making them do so many fucking drawings, the people here might be off but they aren’t babies.

“You can draw whatever you want to, think of it as a creative exercise” The nurse says.

Nam-gyu mumbles to himself but walks towards a table where he’s given a paper and some drawing and coloring tools. He picks up a crayon, since the only thing he can actually somewhat draw with are oil pastels and crayons are close enough, and he starts mindlessly drawing.

He doesn’t realize until halfway through his drawing who he’s actually making. The drawing is a person with a fairly slim face and the beginnings of purple hair. He’s drawing Thanos.

Why the hell is the first person who always comes to his mind Thanos? He only really knew the guy for like a few days.

The nurse with the short hair comes up to him again, walking through the rows of tables “What are you drawing Mr. Kim?” She asks, obviously trying to be friendly, but Nam-gyu is already irritated so it doesn’t help.

“Nothing” He grabs the paper and crumples it into a ball. Great, now they’re gonna be suspicious of him.

She looks a bit confused but simply says “Alright” and gives him another piece of paper before walking away.

He throws the crumpled up paper into a trash can near him, he doesn’t need any more reminders of Thanos.

Nam-gyu rests his head on his hand, thinking of what to draw. He’s not a kid. But… he used to draw a fair amount after he’d dropped out of studying and left home. He decided to take up the hobby since he had so much time on his hands. Well that was until they ramped up his hours at the club. He’s not the best at drawing but if he puts in the effort he can make a decent piece, and it’s a fun thing to do to pass the time. Well it is when he’s choosing to do it, not being forced to by some stupid doctor.

He begins drawing again with the crayons but this time he’s decided to draw that dragon that he’s seen out of his window. He knows he’s actually going crazy now, imagining dragons and shit, but he refuses to bring it up with anyone. They’ll lock him in here for longer.

Nam-guy’s pretty sure he knows where the dragon is from, though. He remembers it as a boss from a game he used to play, also after he dropped out.

Before he got a full time job at the club and had all the time in the world, and art wasn’t interesting enough to spend hours on, he used to go to a gaming cafe and play this game online. He forgets the name of the game but it was a fantasy type. He used to play it for hours, he was basically addicted, until he didn’t have time for it anymore with work. He always loved playing as the Mage, he was a high rank too.

Those were some of the best times of his life, wasting away in a chair playing a fantasy game, not having to think about the real life. He used to wish he was actually in the game, but he now realizes how stupid that is.

So why is he now suddenly imagining some dragon from the game outside his window? It doesn’t make any sense to him, he hasn’t thought about that game in months, maybe even a year.

Before he knows it he has a rough sketch of the dragon, mouth open, breathing fire onto a building. It’s in the middle of the city, building surrounding it with not much sky. It’s not an exact picture of what he saw but he hasn’t been here long enough to picture the landscape of the city without looking at it.

Nam-gyu starts coloring in the drawing, this time Willy letting his mind go blank, only focusing on the sounds of the crating against the paper and the quiet chatter of the people around him. He does his best to color inside the lined and doesn’t add very much shading, just a minimal amount, and before he knows it, he’s done.

But he doesn’t really want the drawing, he’s never been the type to obsess over the art once it’s done, it’s just a way to pass the time. And to brag about, cool people do art.

He has a whole drawer back home of pieces of art he’s made, he never bothers to show them off. So he doesn’t really care about keeping this piece. Nam-gyu gets up, leaving the drawing on the table with all of the crayons, and walks off.

Some people look at him, other patients, but he doesn’t pay them any mind. Why should he care about what some psychos think about him. The only person whose opinion matters is himself. (And Thanos but he doesn’t want to admit that)

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Modern day Silver Dollar (Hosea’s horse) is an Italian greyhound, I can feel it in my soul

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I was looking at your little paper craft dolls and I was wondering if you could do Gi-hun's team (or even just Gi-hun and In-ho)? 😅

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭

Here’s Gi-hun and In-ho, I might make the rest of the team later on

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You don’t have to write a part 3 for the Nam-gyu x male reader fic, BUT if you decide to you got a prime reader right here!😛🙏🏻

Death Games and Attachments #3 (Nam-gyu x male reader)

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: American reader ‼️, possibly ooc, talk of death, smoking, fairly rushed ending, happy/hopeful ending, open ending (?)

Setting: Post-season 2

A/n: Multiple people asked for a part three so here it is! This will be the last part of this fic, thank you guys so much for reading all of this and enjoying my writing :)

You wake up to the sound of music playing over the speakers and a weight in your arms. You blink your eyes open, immediately realize you aren’t at home. The first thing you see is Nam-gyu’s face, still asleep. The two of you are snuggling, face to face, and it seems like you have been for a while because your arm that is beneath him hurts like hell.

You wiggle your arm from underneath him as gently as possible, not wanting to wake him up, before realizing he’s gonna have to wake up anyways. You continue pulling your arm out but you make no move to be gentle now.

Nam-gyu wakes up with you moving him around. Ulike yesterday he makes no move to complain, just sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his palm.

“You ready for the game?” He asks you in a yawn.

“We’re gonna need to vote first” You reply, sitting up aswell.

“Shit, I forgot about that… some pussies are probably gonna fuck up the vote”

You hum in response, looking around at the 100 people left in the game walking around the room. It’s way less crowded than it was when you first came here.

You begin thinking about your vote. Part of you wants to vote X, you want to go home, but the other part of you wants to vote O just so you don’t feel like you betrayed your group.

You hope someone else changes their vote to X so you don’t have to decide.

The doors open in the front and the guards walk out. Nam-gyu hops off the bed and scrambles to get the shoes on, you do the same, before the both of you run off in the direction of Thanos. You’re able to spot his easily because of his bright purple hair and the two of you find him in no-time.

To your surprise, Nam-gyu doesn’t immediately ask Thanos for a pill, he just stands in the crowd waiting for his number to get called.

“Vote O, okay?” Thanos says in English.

You nod and so does Nam-gyu even though you don’t think he fully knows what Thanos is saying. The numbers are called up starting at 1, so you’re gonna have to vote before the other two.

You’ve decided to vote for O and just hope that someone from the O side has changed their mind and votes X. You don’t want to be seen as a traitor like Se-mi and Min-su.

Soon a voice calls “118” and you step forward. You pause infront of the button and raise your hand towards it. Your hand hovers over the X button but you ultimately press O, sticking to your guts.

You walk over to the blue side and look back at Thanos and Nam-gyu who are smiling at you and holding their thumbs up. You’re pretty sure you did the right thing.

“124” Nam-gyu walks up and presses O without a second thought, he proceeds to walk over to you and sling an arm over your shoulder. You don’t say anything about it, not minding the touch.

Min-su is called up after and as he walks to the podium you can see Nam-gyu’s face beside you turn to a scowl. Min-su presses X.

“Pussy..” Nam-gyu mutters. “I knew we shouldn’t have let him on the team.”

“Yeah” You reply, just brushing him off and not really agreeing with his sentiment. Min-su isn’t that bad, he’s just scared and honestly you get it. He’s lucky to have a friend like Se-mi.

After a few minutes Thanos’ number is called and he half-runs half-skips up to the front and slams his hand down on the circle button. The votes are tied.

After a few more people vote it’s almost done and no one has changed their vote yet until one of the last few people. A woman with an O patch walks forward, you saw her with the crazy shaman lady earlier. Her hand hovers over the O button before she suddenly presses X. Cheers erupt on the side of the X’s and your mouth drops. You look over to the shaman and she looks pissed but she’s trying to hide it.

“Fuck” You hear from beside you.

You look over at Nam-gyu, whose hand is still around your shoulder, and he looks somewhat nervous.

You need 2 X’s to change their votes to continue the game and 1 to tie, though no one wants another 50/50. But you doubt that it’s going to happen, the X’s all seem scared, especially after the last game. There’s no way an X is gonna change their vote.

There’s numbers go up until it’s 456’s turn to vote, but by then it doesn’t matter, the votes are 50-49 The X’s won. 456 pushes the X button and the screen changes to 51-49. He smiles as he turns around. The X’s cheer but your side is silent.

“Mother fuckers..” Nam-gyu says beside you.

“I’m gonna kill Min-su next time I see him” You hear Thanos say from the other side of Nam-gyu.

The room starts to fill up with gas as the guards step back through the doors. An O tries to make a run for it but they don’t make it on time, slamming onto the shut door. Nam-gyu’s hand clutches onto your jacket and your hand beside him grabs onto his.

Your vision goes blurry and you start to feel tired. You hear people beside you colapsing onto the floor and you’re dragged down as Nam-gyu falls unconscious. You hit the ground and pass out.

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You wake up and open your eyes but you can’t see anything. You blink, you know your eyes are open, but it’s all dark. You try to speak but there’s something covering your mouth, all that comes out is mumbles. You realize your arms and legs are tied up as well and you’re very cold. You wiggle around but you can’t do much, you’re in a confined place. You hear someone trying to speak beside you but they can’t either.

Is this how they’re getting you out of the game? They could at least be a bit gentler and not have you are bound up.

A rush of wind comes in and you shudder before you’re suddenly pushes forward onto concrete.

You let out a muffled yell. You hear someone fall down beside along with some less heavy things being tossed out, then the sound of a car driving off.

You wiggle around the ground, now having more space but your movement is still limited. Suddenly, your hand touches something else, it feels fleshy. You touch around the person, you think you’re touching their arms. Your hand moves down and you feel a rope. You do your best to undo the rope, it takes a few tries but eventually you manage to get it off.

You hear the person move around, probably going to sit upright. After a few seconds of the sounds of cloth you hear.

“[name]?” It’s Nam-gyu. Immediately you feel relieved that you weren’t left here with some random person. You try to tell him to untie the ropes on your wrist but one again it’s all muffled. You wiggle your arms for emphasis and he gets the message.

He undoes the ropes as quick as possible, which really isn’t all that fast. Once your hands are free you take off the blindfold and the thing around your mouth. You let out a sigh, looking over to see Nam-gyu untying the wipe from his angled. He’s just in his underwear and you see that you are aswell. You see plastic bags beside the two of you and move to undo the wipe around your ankles so you can get changed.

One you have the rope off, and you throw it to the side, you grab the bag and untie it. Inside is your clothes, your phone which you had on you when you entered the game, and a lump of money. Your mouth goes dry, even though the money didn’t seem like all that much when it was up on the screen, seeing it like this. It’s a shit ton. Atleast more than wat you’re used to here.

You snap out of it and grab your shirt and pants, quickly moving to put them on, followed by socks and your shoes. Once you’re done you look over at Nam-gyu who’s also changed and looking around. The two of you are in an alley and the sun is setting in the sky above you. You don’t recognize your surroundings but it seems like Nam-gyu does.

“We’re outside club pentagon” He points at a small light up sign by the metal door on the wall. “I work here, my apartment is close”

You ask where exactly the two of you are and he answers. You realize where you’re currently living is no where close to here.

“You can stay over at mine for the night” Nan-gyu says. “It’s crappy but it’s good enough for the night. They you can take a cap back home in the morning, I’m sure with the money we got you’ll have enough to buy one.”

You smile. “Alright, lead the way” You grab your phone out of the bag and click it on before realizing it’s dead. You put it into your pocket and tie up the bag with your money in it before following Nam-gyu out of the alley.

The walk to his apartment is quiet, Nam-gyu doesn’t make any move to touch you or even get too near you. It’s like the two of you don’t know each other, like you didn’t go through a life or death situation together.

But ultimately you get it. Especially since you were just left to go. You assume he’s still trying to make sense of everything that happened, and you are too. You just hope that you’re able to go back to how it was between the two of you before. Yesterday.

It really doesn’t feel like it was just yesterday, it feels like you’ve known Nam-gyu for forever. It’s probably because of the situation you two went through together.

You walk up to a small, fairly dirty appartment building. Nam-gyu steps through the door and you follow. You’re greeted by a set of stairs which the two of you walk up until you reach the 5th floor. You walk through a small, cramped hallway. Nam-gyu stops in front of door 503 and takes a key out of his pocked, putting it into the handle and pushing the door open.

He steps through the door and you follow suit. Inside is a small living room with a kitchenette. There’s two doors, one you assume leading to a bedroom and one a bathroom. The room is fairly messy but it’s not too bad, it’s an organized type of messiness. For the most part, but there are a few piles of whatnot in the corners of the room.

Nam-gyu walks over to the kitchen and opens the cabinets, going through it.

“All I have is ramen, so I hope you’re fine with that cause if not you’re not eating”

You laugh. “I’ll absolutely eat it, I’m starving, we haven’t had a proper meal in days.”

“Yeah, fuck I’m hungry as hell”

He grabs two packs of cheap ramen and puts them on the counter.

“Oh, do you have a changer? My phones dead” You ask, remembering your phone in your pocket.

“Yeah I should have one in my bedroom, you can go find it.”

You nod and walk over to a door, you open it and it’s the bedroom. First try.

You walk in. It’s fairly cramped with a small bed in the corners of the room. There’s a dresser up against the wall beside the door and piles of clothes everywhere. You spot a socket on the wall with a clone charger cord coming out of it. You walk up and hope it’s the goth cord for your phone.

You get your phone and push the cord up against it and.. it goes it. You let out a sigh of relief, placing your phone on the ground, and you stand up from where you were crouched down. You look around the room again briefly and your eyes land on a pair of round glasses on a nightstand beside Nam-gyu’s bed.

You walk back out of the room. “You wear glasses?” You ask Nam-gyu.

“Yeah, I’ve had to for a while, I’m basically blind.”

“Why weren’t you wearing them in the game?”

“It’s embarrassing, man. I don’t wear them out of my house.”

“Whattt, it’s not embarrassing. You need them to see. Anyways, you’d probably look good with them on.” You walk up beside him and lean onto the counter.

He’s put a pot on the stove with water in it which is currently heating up.

“Yeah, sure” He says, brushing you off.

You smile at him. “You’re house is a mess by the way”

“Shut up, I don’t usually have guests around. Either way, atleast I know where everything is, it’s a clean sort of messy.”

“Mhm, sure” You glance over to the piles of junk on the floor.

“Fuck off, if you’re gonna complain then get out” He says, obviously joking.

“Nah”

He drops one of the packs of ramen into the pot and breaks it up with a chopstick. He then drops the second one in, breaking that one up aswell. He puts the chopsticks off to the side, letting the ramen cook.

“What do you think happened to Thanos?” You ask, not expecting an actual answer. You don’t care all that much for Thanos but you spent the past few days with him as well so you’ve come to see him as a friend, even if he doesn’t see you as such and even if he’s annoying as hell.

“He probably got kicked out naked like us. Image he got kicked out with Min-su” Nam-gyu snickers.

“I hope not, Min-su’ll end up dead” You laugh.

“Serves him right.” Nam-gyu says. He picks up two packets of spices that came with the rakes and pours the contents in, mixing it around. “But I’ll probably see him again at the club… well if I manage to get my job back.”

“Yeah.” You realize that you’ve also been gone for a few days, maybe even a week, without telling your employers where you’ve been. The thought worries you but you but you don’t deal with it right now, you haven’t eaten anything all day and the ramen is starting to smell good. You peek over Nam-guy’s shoulder to check on the food.

“You almost done?” You ask.

“Give me a second, damn.” He swats you off, but as you go to stand beside him again his hand rests on your arm. It seems like he’s still as clingy outside the game. You don’t mind it, it’s somewhat endearing, which you think is a weird term to refer to Nam-gyu, a drugged up asshole, with.

He soon removes his hand, though, to grab the pot off of the stove. He places it on the counter and turns the stove off. Nam-gyu grabs two bowls out of a cabinet and hands them to you.

“Put them on the table” You nod and put them onto a small two-seater table in the corner of the room. You place one bowl infront of each seat and Nam-gyu walks up with the pot and places it in the middle. He walks back to the kitchen and grabs two pairs of chopsticks before pausing.

“You know how to use chopsticks, right?” He says, teasingly.

“Of course I know how to use chopsticks, I’ve lived here long enough.”

He walks back over and throws a pair of chopsticks infront of you before grabbing is own and getting some of the ramen out of the pot and dropping it into the bowl, quickly eating what he got. You do the same, grabbing a small portion and eating it within the span of seconds.

“God, ramen has never tasted so good” You say, with food in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah” Nam-gyu say, grabbing more ramen out of the pot. His hair falls forward onto his face but he quickly pushes it back.

The two of you finish up the two packets of ramen in less than 10 minutes.

The conversation doesn’t start back up immediately, both of you sitting in silence, but you speak up with something that’s been on your mind.

“If you got the chance to, would you want to go back into the games?”

Nam-gyu stays quiet for a few seconds before responding. “Probably not. It was easy to keep going when I was already in it, and with the help of the pills, but now that I’m out of it I don’t think I’d have the courage to go back.”

You nod, his answer more thoughtful than you expected but not fully unexpected. You understand the sentiment, and you expected that part of the reason he was so confident with continuing was Thanos’ mystery pills.

“What about you?” He asks.

“Same. If I’m being honest I wanted to go home for a bit but I stayed because of you and Thanos. I felt more confident with you guys, like there was an actual chance for me to get far in it.”

“Huh” Is all Nam-gyu says to respond. The conversation stops there, Nam-gyu picks up the pot and you get the bowls and chopsticks. The both of you drop everything in the sink, Nam-gyu making a passing comment about dealing with it later before excusing himself to the bathroom.

You sit back down at the table and think. You wonder if your life is going to be any different now. You have more money, sure, but it’s not enough to cover everything. It’ll give you a good push forward either way.

But will the game itself affect you? You’re out of it but it was a fairly traumatizing situation. You feel fine now, but that’s probably because you haven’t fully processed what happened yet.

Truthfully you don’t know if you’ll be able to go back to your daily 9 to 5. It’s only been a few days since you were there but it feels like everything’s changed. You guess that’s your answer. It might feel different but it won’t be all that different physically. Well as long as you get your job back.

You snap out of your thoughts as Nam-gyu walks back towards you.

“Fuck I want those drugs Thanos had right now” He immediately says. “Do you want a smoke?”

“Nah”

“Alright” He walks off to his room and you decide to follow him. He grabs a cigarette from a drawer along with a lighter and opens the window before lighting his smoke. Outside it’s basically dark, you can’t believe it’s already nighttime since you feel like you just woke up. You suppose you were probably knocked out most of the day.

“So, are you always so touchy?” You ask, curious if he was clinging to you because he likes you or if it’s just something he does.

“Not usually, only with people I like” He replies, taking a drag. “I did it with Thanos, though, cause it was useful sticking to him. He helped me through the games and let me have some of his drugs. I thought he was stupid at first but he isn’t all that bad.” Nam-gyu rambles on.

He explained why he did it with Thanos but now with you. So that would mean he just likes you, right? You decide not to bring it up yet.

“Yeah, honestly Thanos was kinda funny. I found him annoying first though”

Nam-gyu laughs. “Same, the first time I met him in the club I hated him, he looked so cocky and self centered. But then I realized it’s probably to make up for him being insecure.”

“Hm, yeah a lot of people do that. The drugs definitely helped make him louder and more confident though.”

“Even without them he tried flirting with that girl in the first game, it was so embarrassing I walked away, pretended I didn’t know him the whole game.”

You laugh at that, you’re pretty sure you saw the first bit of it but walked away as to not experience him embarrassing himself.

After a bit Nam-gyu snuffs out the cigarette on the windowsill and throws the but outside.

“Fuck nature.” You say, jokingly, moving to go get your phone from the charger.

Nam-gyu huffs and closes the window. You pick up your phone, it’s not fully charged but it’s good enough so you unplug it. Once it turns back on you see new texts. You turn your phone off and put it into your pocket, looking over at Nam-gyu.

“Are you tired at all?” You ask him.

“Nope”

“Me neither, feels like I just got up”

“Well there’s not much to do around here”

“… if I lay down I’ll go to sleep eventually.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“You can sleep in my bed” Nam-gyu quickly says. “I’m sure there’s enough space for both of us” Now there’s definitely no excuse for the two of you to sleep in the same bed but you find there’s no need for one as you agree to do it.

“You can sleep in some of my clothes… I’m sure I have something clean around here.” He moves to look through his dresser before he pulls out a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt which he tosses over to you.

You go into his bathroom to change and when you come out he’s in a pair of sweats and a black shirt.

He sits down on the bed looking more awkward than he was previously. You realize it’s different out here than it was in the game in many ways. You sit beside him and lay down against the wall.

He says down infront of you and like last night you wrap an arm around him and he snuggles up into it.

Even though it was awkward at first you feel more at peace like this. And like you said previously, you begin to get tired and soon drift off to sleep feeling calmer than you have the past three nights.

The next morning goes by faster than you realize. You get up before Nam-gyu but don’t wake him, deciding to watch videos on your phone while he’s still asleep.

He wakes up an hour later and you finally get out of bed. The two of you talk over another packet of ramen, since it’s about all that Nam-gyu has in his apartment currently. After breakfast you walk out of the apartment and flag a taxi down, paying the guy in cash and telling him where to take you.

You exchange phone numbers with Nam-gyu and then you’re off, back to your home.

Part of you worries that it’s going to be hard to readjust to going back to work but you know that after a bit it’ll be as if nothing happened, hopefully.

You let out a sigh and stare out of the window. Atleast you have Nam-gyu’s number now, maybe you’ll get lunch with him someday, or visit club pentagon. Who knows.

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More Thanos and Nam-gyu!! (Based on lakesparkles animal squid game drawings)

Nam-gyu is a spotted hyena and Thanos is a cheetah

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I re-did it cause I wasn’t too happy with the first one, I’m proud of this version though

My attempt at drawing Kim Seo-wan from daily dose of sunshine

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My attempt at drawing Kim Seo-wan from daily dose of sunshine

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OMG I love the Hyun-ju! I'll give her cheek kisses before going to sleep

AAA ty!!! I was worried she didn’t turn out that well but this makes me happy :D

I’m so glad people like my art ‼️

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Hi there! Love your stuff! If you have 120 as a paper doll can you link it? I'd love to make her

Here she is!