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seeing fanart of my fic in the wild really is such a ride hahah 😭😭😭 was literally trembling when i saw this /pos

this is so so beautiful. the colors are so cozy and i love how everyone is drawn (and the details you included like the seating arrangement and pecson eating with his hands!! ♡) thank you so much !!

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grits my teeth. they dont have to be parent and child they can literally just be friends..... they're literally both full adults. they can literally be friends. please. please stop nuclear family beaming them plea

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Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

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"memo keeper, dare you erase your own memories?"

— featuring mr. reca x gn!reader

synopsis: unless he wiped away your memories and was the only one to keep the legacy between you both alive, all was still well.

consists of: 1k+ words of angst (you can tell from the first para eh) but it is actually 50% word vomit, 30% wordy literature references and 20% actual angst lol

fore notes: first: i'm not okay. 2nd: i'm this close 🤏 from changing my blog to a reca-themed blog but uh. art credit – @/finalpng on x | divider credit – this post

thank you @akutasoda for proofreading this piece, i hope i'll feel better after this

i was thinking about how mr. reca would unpuzzle the pieces of your memories of him and leave the whole perfect picture unfinished in your head after you both had split up. (tldr: he erased your memories after breaking up)

it was for your own good, he supposed. the world he was living in was too dangerous for a bright star like you to bear witness and by doing that? trust me he wouldn’t love you any less.

you were wondering why your friend seemed to talk a lot about her favourite director and his latest movie series; she also pointed out to you the things she thought were fascinating about the cinematic screening and methods used in those scenes.

“this movie series was the peak success of mr. reca’s career, indeed! did you read the article of famous critics stating their opinion of his work recently?” your friend enthusiastically questioned.

“huh? i haven’t. so what did they say?” you gave her a response and she began analysing the things she had read while your mind had seemingly been searching for an impression of this director, you swore you had met him in person before… maybe in a dream…? because all you can recall vaguely was just the faint memories of him being somewhere around in your life; his presence was oddly there, in every aspect.

“—at its finest. huh? hey! are you even listening?”

you snapped, apologising. and you’ve realised you could learn more about this strange director and his glimpse in those memories you had from a fan of his, so you brought yourself asking your friend again, curiosity took the best of you.

“well, i was saying that the critics claimed his latest work as one of the most iconic artistic masterpieces ever written, beautiful love stories with painfully sad endings, the artistic expression is at its finest!” she mused.

“and i bought it almost immediately when i saw the movies myself. three movies with three completely different-from-each-other story plots but the protagonists in all three films looked alike, it’s almost the same person—same hair colour, same way of dressing, same eye colour even! the only different thing is their names and– you know what? it feels like there was just one person in the multiverse.”

your heart clenched, you did not know why. there’s an empty void inside of you that was beyond your awareness of its existence after your friend showed the official pictures of the protagonist, (and it wasn’t like you were trying to flatter yourself but) they looked like… you. a thoughtless laugh escaped your lips, it was just mere coincidence, you believed.

the nagging feeling of discomfort that never went away urged you to get out of the crowd to find a deserted corner, and your “first acquaintance” with the renowned director by pure serendipity happened there.

you could see the way his eyes widened in slight shock and he seemed to be frozen in place…

“strangely, i somehow recall that we have met before…” you smiled politely. 

mr. reca could see the same stars that were the reason for his overbearing favouritism for you forming a galaxy in your eyes and a lingering trace of anguish when you talk about the extraordinary “dream” you presumed you had.

he laughed forcefully, never noticing his effort of covering up the longing feeling was failing miserably when he took in the sight of you again, still as beautiful as ever, platonic, naive, and… not acknowledging him anymore.

for once, the director felt selfish, but he only regretted it now. he abhorred what he had done, he should’ve never erased your memories. he missed the nights with you in his arms, being too talkative over his work yet you never complained; the way he kissed your abdomen affectionately during the movie marathon—his movies because he was a freak.

blissful memories shared between both minds, temporary false hope lead him to the thought of confronting you, trying to perhaps win you back but then mr reca realised that it would just backfire him. whatever you’d name him after: eccentric, mad man, pervert,... because he’d once again the only one who remembered.

“dear friend…” the address he used for most people he encountered felt bitter on the tip of his tongue, he was aware that he was speaking to you. “this might be the most out-of-ordinary request, but!”

“may i kindly have an embrace from you?” he managed to let that out, only to feel like a complete fool right after, like a kid had lost his favourite toy.

and just when he pulled you in, mr. reca had to fight the tears that threatened to spill out and wet your shoulders. your smell, your soft hair, how your body fitted his arm’s reach, your sweet voice… so familiar, yet so foreign. you weren’t his anymore. masterpieces were created based on the peak emotions the artist had experienced, you understood, but why was the director’s grip on you felt like squeezing, not intending to let go, and why… did he get so attached to someone who knew too little about him?

admittedly, it was a mistake. the moment he came back to his senses, he’d still choose to stay out of your life, at least in that way, your life would stay out of the treacherous incidents he got himself into, as much as it pained him.

his sequel part of the movie series was announced later after, the denouement, if i may emphasise. will i be able to see him again? you wondered, but it quickly faltered the moment you witnessed the ending of that movie with your friend sobbing quietly beside you. in this specific film, the protagonist was a man, bidding the last farewell to his dearest love suffering from a memory loss. 

dishearteningly, it clicked… and you were shocked at how a tear rolled down your cheek with the heart being squished violently inside. you could almost feel it, the male character’s whole silent blessing of a journey will forever be peaceful, a sad smile written on his face as he walked away under the glistening snow. was it the end? after all, you would never know… and, can a memo keeper erase their own memories? well, yet another question went unanswered.

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what if you a drawed a nordic :3

🐳🐳🐳

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guys shadow generations is so fucking good, i already finished the main story and i'm just working to s rank all the stages rn and getting all the collectibles

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as someone who's known hetalia back in its peak at like 2009-2011 and as a massive iceland fan, iceland being a teenager made more sense back in that decade than it does now in the 2020s and this is the best way i could explain it

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another funny parallel i noticed between them is that they both had three defining moments in their lives that ultimately led to them having an extremely pessimistic view of the world

scara: abandoned by ei, betrayed by niwa, the sick child dying

sunday: the fallen charmony dove, that terrible father at the confessional, robin getting shot

and considering how nahida represented the sick child as a baby bird with a broken wing in her allegory, that essentially means that for both scara and sunday, one of those defining moments of their lives involved tending to an injured baby bird

they also used to look so innocent 😭😭😭💔💔💔 you can literally see the way they still had light in their eyes i'm sobbing

Why does hoyo make characters that i always like that: start with the letter S, we're villians that we're redeemed (implied to), waiting for so long for their release, had a redesign, have family trauma, fell in their boss form, HAVE A SIMMILIAR BOSS FORM IN THE FIRST PHASE, has siblings.

I'm talking about Sunday and Scara.

I will never shut up about them, they are my fav characters fr fr <33

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* if you think hes not a pepeshi, but some other race that is also all short, you can just vote for the pepeshi option

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me at work: im evil

1 second after i clock out: not evil anymore i want to be loved now

next day at work: evil again

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breaks my heart when i see people being dumb online 🥺 like stoppppp omg stop it for reallllll i’m gonna end up killing myself because you had such a stupid ass opinion i couldn’t take it anymore and the blood will be on your hands 😭

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i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

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*booking an mri* what if I accidentally have a pacemaker. what if I got secret bone surgery and forgot about the pins

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he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg

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literally so embarrassing to have someone go "i don't go here" or "what's this from?" on my art and it's a rarepair/crackship that is in no way representative of the source material... and i have to be like. well you see, the rest of the restaurant's menu is not like this. i'm doing my own thing eating black olives right out of the can in the back-of-house. whether or not you want me to throw you a can, you have to understand that's not what they serve out front