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[galaxofmuses]

"I've done nothing wrong here folks! Just doing the hero thing!"

[yerinyh]

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howdy howdy, gamers 🤠 !! its jules back at it again at krispy kreme, and super excited to introduce miss han yerin, former cult victim, now trying to lay low in the sea side down of yunhwa as a staff member at yunhwa ilbo. she’s currently at a stage in her life where her identity was ripped apart and she’s trying to figure out who she is alone, if that makes sense?? so expect lots of character development from this one!! i’m always down for plots so if you hit that ♡ i’ll message u asap (stan stayc) 

━  ❖ (park chaeyoung “rose”, cisfemale, she/her) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information han yerin! you’re a citizen, correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? you’ve been staying here for five months, right? i’m glad! remind me, are you born on 13/10/1997? we’re so lucky to have someone so forthright around as a staff at yunhwa ilbo even if sometimes you can be antagonistic. hope to see you around house #4013, hwesakgu! 

                                                                                              𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓. / 𝒃𝒊𝒐. / 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔.

* disclaimer : while i’m well aware that cults, especially those entangled with religion are a touchy subject, i have done my research and, for the most part, gloss over many details rather than extensively explain the corruption or the cult’s inner mechanics. regardless of this, please proceed to read at your own risk. the only tw contained in the intro is the mention of embezzlement. 

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born and raised in daegu, south korea, she was immediately baptized into her church in her hospital room at only three days old. 

she grew up in a neighborhood consisting of fellow members of the church, it was all she’s ever known. she grew up with the communities kids, calling people auntie and uncle despite not being blood related to them.

she grew up and mirrored her environment, placing her entire identity in the verses they read during sermon and even going so far as to joining their choir. 

when her father was promoted to pastor when she was 20, they sent him and the family to seoul in order to recruit more people into joining.

now less sheltered and able to be exposed to different lifestyles in a bigger city, she slowly began to realize how strange things were and how suspicious her parents were when it came to the church.

seeing her reluctance in being as involved as she once was, her family forced her to join the youth group who would walk around schools to try and convince people their age to join. for a while she was content in her parents approval and saw everything as harmless.

it wasn’t until her father left his office door open and she happened upon banking documents, thousands upon thousands of dollars being “donated” to not only the church but directly to her father’s name. she continued to snoop through his things, reading his emails and finding correspondence about numerous horrible things that goes on within her church’s walls.

she confronted her father about this, to which he admitted to everything and knew what he was doing, but emphasized that it’s god’s will and he was only a messenger. she turned her back on him and her family, and decided to pack up her things and leave. her father let her, not saying anything to his wife until the day after.

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the first place she thought to go to was busan, where her paternal grandparents lived. they weren’t involved in the church and were the only family she knew she could trust. they helped her by giving her a small sum of money to take care of herself but knew that her parents would be looking for her and it wasn’t safe to stay with them. they told her of a little town an hour away, one where they knew a friend of a friend that could get her a job right away. 

she stayed at the inn for a few weeks before meeting kwon inna, the teahouse owner, and was more than grateful when she offered a spare room in her home. 

her initial job was at the fish farm but after an accidental interview with the chief reporter, was given the job of staff at the ilbo on the spot (probably due to the fact that they are severely understaffed but, she appreciates it nonetheless kajdkajsd). she promptly quit her job as a fisherfolk and, after apologizing profusely, said her goodbyes to the smell of tuna.

currently, she's in charge of lifestyle articles: what do single twenty three year old women seek fulfilment from? she often explores busan to find inspiration for her mini articles, and after sitting on the idea for a few months now, made the decision to one day write an article about her personal experience in her "church" 

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surprisingly not as demure as people may initially think!! she’s definitely an extrovert, used to talking up people back in her recruiting days, and was often surrounded in groups of other kids her age, often being the "mom friend" amongst them all.

often thrives in group settings, finds one on ones to be too intimate for her comfort. you would have to be a close friend of hers for her to consistently hang out often with just you two alone. she'd prefer masking her personality to be amicable / likable to other people than struggle to keep the spotlight off her on one on one sessions

so yes she is relatively guarded, understandably so considering everything she's ever known was a lie and the two people she thought she could trust the most are actually horrible people. but you know!

is the overbearingly motherly type. carries band aids and extra water bottles in her tote bags in case of an emergency.

can be kind of gullible?? and curious. but only because she doesn't really know any better. most of her morals are based off an ancient book that she's come to hate so really its as malleable as wet clay right now.

she is very much a libra, air headed, living in her own world, but very set in her ways of justice. she always wants to see both sides of a situation and believes in giving the benefit of the doubt. her old friends would always go to her for advice whenever something went wrong.

despite her good intentions, she can often be judgmental, often comparing people to this idea of a good samaritan and sometimes shames people for their mistakes. its a hard habit she's trying to shake but its a work in progress.

cares too much about what people think of her and will go out of her way to ensure that you think she is a nice person and hates the idea of someone disliking her.

basically a mess and the vine where he goes: I WANT A CHURCH GIRL WHO GOES 2 CHURCH........aND READS THE BIBLEEEE but is now trying to find her identity outside of her faith which she's decided to abandon.

sry this got longer than intended but lmfAO pls plot with me :3c 

[mysticmylifeisamess-enger]

Forget Me Not - Ch. 17

Pairing: Saeran/Reader

Word count: 2,527

Summary: Saeran turns to the one source of comfort he can rely on.

Warning: Major spoilers for Ray route, Saeyoung’s route & secret ending.

A/N: Sorry for the later than usual update, life really has been a bit overwhelming ^^ but holy shit am I ready for you guys to see the next few chapters & what I have planned >:3c also remember when I said this right after ch 9?? well guess fucking what is gonna be in this chapter

Context references (if you need them): Beginning is from end of ch. 14, is taking place alongside ch. 15, note mentioned is from ch. 11.

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“I, um,” you paused, turning back around to face him, “I hope that whatever is going on, whatever it is you’re not telling me, that you’ll come out of it fine. Goodbye Saeran.”

As soon as you heard the bell ring above the door at your departure, the weight of what just happened hit you all at once. It suddenly all felt too real as you kept walking, letting your feet practically move on their own.

Part of you felt like going back, to assert yourself and fight for some sort of answer. To let him know that you cared. But another part kept echoing the words he had said to you. And while you weren’t sure if he meant it, it didn’t make them any easier to hear.

‘It didn’t mean anything to me.’

The tears that collected and pooled had blurred your vision, making it hard to see as you practically ran into someone in your haste. Though before you could assess or even begin to mutter through an apology, they had already walked away in a hurry themselves. Through your tears, you could only make out a dark, cloaked figure as they rounded the corner.

Quickly shaking the thought, you kept walking in your direction without turning back. The world around you disappeared as you tunneled yourself in, relying on your feet to remember how to take you home. The silent tears turned into open sobs as you continued, not caring for the looks you were given. Only caring for him and how he broke your heart.

As soon as you made it to your apartment, closing the door behind you and collapsing against it, you spotted the potted plant that sat near the windowsill. The one he gave you when you first met, thriving under your care. The pain in your chest deepened to see the other flowers that decorated the room, the evidence of his existence in your close quarters.

One long look around the empty place and you knew that now, you were truly alone here. You had no reason to stay.

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The door of his apartment clicked closed with the deadbolt behind him, collapsing facedown on the couch as he dragged himself in. He suppressed his groan into the pillows below him, clutching onto them with a tight grip. The slight ache in his head he had throughout the day started pounding in this moment, trying to bury himself further into the cushions to stop it, but it was unavailing.

Even with being in the safety of his home, he felt as on edge as he did at the shop. The palpable difference being your absence weighing in his chest. He could only repeat the mantra to himself for hours after you left, following him as he sat alone in his apartment with only his thoughts to accompany him.

‘This was for the best,’ he continued to tell himself. With every time he thought it, it warped the tiniest bit until it felt like a foreign phrase he could no longer understand. And it added to the unrelenting headache. Through his painful daze, he found it in him to reach for his phone and send a quick text to his twin.

‘I just got home. Please let me know when you’re home too.’

Just as he sent it away, his fingers instinctively went through his phone. Before he realized, your name and number took over his screen in big letters, landing on your contact as his finger hovered over the call button. He recalled calling or texting you every day after work, even after having seen each other, just to make the small commute enjoyable. To catch up on the day with one another. To hear the voice he couldn’t get enough of.

And he couldn’t describe how desperate he was to hear it in this moment, to soothe the worries that only seemed to multiply by the hour. He contemplated for a minute, gazing at your name with a heavy heart, before his finger moved lower and hovered over the ‘delete contact’ button. Just as he was about to press, a ding from a notification pulled him out of his somber thoughts as he read over the words

‘Relax, I’m home.’

A tension in his shoulders released to hear from his twin that they were okay, but the weight in his chest increased when he realized that they still weren’t truly safe. And the radio silence from V clouded any semblance of peace he had.

He moved to dial V’s number, though he already knew what he was going to be met with.

“Hi, you’ve reached V’s answering machine. Sorry I couldn’t answer your call at the moment, but if you leave your name and number, I’ll call you back at my earliest convenience,” the other line spoke immediately, not even ringing.

“V, it’s Saeran. I, um… Call me back soon,” he said, voice keeping the solemn tone as he spoke before he hung up.

The lack of response left his nerves on edge with every call, but to not even go through this time set off all sorts of alarms. He never thought to worry for V in all this, that he could take care of himself. But the realization of how truly dangerous this situation was, how powerful his father’s influence could be, made him all too uneasy.

He reached for his phone one more time, dialing Rika’s number only to hear it ring and go to her answering machine. He couldn’t find it in him to leave another voicemail, dropping his phone as he hung up and letting anxiety take the place of every coursing thought.

The pain in his head came in waves with every scenario he thought up, clutching onto his hair for any sort of relief. ’This is all my fault, this is all my fault, this is all my fault,’ the phrase in his mind wouldn’t go away, believing it more and more as is was repeated.

As he slumped back into the cushions, he noticed a piece of paper on the table next to his phone. Picking it up, the smile on his face spread to read over the words on the page.

‘I had to leave a little early to get to work and I didn’t want to disturb you. Won’t be able to stop by the shop today, but I’ll drop by first thing tomorrow.

And thank you for last night ♥’

The one evidence of your existence he could hold onto, that he could read and remind himself of the time you two shared. Reminiscing on every detail of that night until it was a well-versed movie that continually played in his mind. Until every bit of it was committed to memory, down to the feeling of your fingertips over his skin. The words relieved every nerve in him, dulling the pain he was feeling.

You still had a hold on his heart he knew he’d never be able to get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. And yet, he didn’t want to. If all he had were these memories to look back on for the rest of his life, then he’d take it anywhere he went, as long as it meant you were safe and happy.

Though there would always be small part of him that’d hope one day, you’d be his indefinitely. The smile he sported slowly faded at the thought that that could never be the case. Even in a number of years, when this all blows over, he could never be selfish enough to do that to you.

His eyes downcast on the note one more time, moving closer to catch the scent of your perfume still on it. Reading over the last few words again, something at the bottom of the page caught his eye, looking closer to find another message scribbled in smaller writing.

‘I think I just fell further in love with you.’

Never has he felt so gutted than in this moment, shattering the smallest bit of his heart he didn’t realize he still had left. If he thought what he endured the last few days were hard, then he underestimated the power of a few words he would have once loved to hear, but aches him to his core now.

It would be selfish to let you back in, but maybe he could be just this once. He never asked for anything in his life, just this once he thought that maybe he deserved it. He could be happy, he could make you happy, even if it meant being cautious, and it felt doable. And he would do anything in his power to see you by his side, safe and protected.

He picked up the phone on the table one last time, opening your contact again. One long look at your name and he couldn’t find it in him to stop himself. Just as his finger hovered over the call button, ready to hear your voice, an incoming call stopped him in his tracks as he answered right away.

“Rika? Rika, are you okay?” He asked immediately, noticing the shake of his hands with the pause that followed.

“Saeran, I’ve been so worried about you,” she said, the audible sigh catching him off guard, “I’m fine. I just want to know how you’re doing.”

“Everything’s okay for now,” he responded, “Is V with you? Is he okay?”

“He’s not here, but I know he’s okay. He’s just been dealing with some stuff, but you don’t have to worry.”

“Why hasn’t he been answering my calls?”

“He’s been really busy. Apparently too busy to call you back, but I’m always here,” her tone monotonous as she spoke.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I just thought it’d be best to contact V in regards to this.”

“Well he’s not the only person who cares about you,” she rebutted, “And with the way he’s been ignoring you, I would wonder.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter what I mean. All I’m asking is that you talk to me as well,” she said, though her words seemed more cautioning than sincere, “And I can hear that you don’t sound okay, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing,” he said simply, his tone much more serious than he anticipated.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing, tell me,” she soothed on the other line.

“Well,” he paused, taking a deep breath before he continued, “It’s just that I miss MC. I decided to cut her out of my life because I thought it would be best, but I’m starting to think that wasn’t the best idea.”

“Oh no, Saeran,” she cooed, “I’m sorry, I know you really liked her.”

“I still really do. Which is why I’m going to call her again in a bit, I think I owe her an apology and explanation.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I know it’s risky but-“

“But nothing, you can’t do that.”

The shift in her tone, the way her words bordered on threatening, had him entirely taken aback. He thought that she had been different for a while, but this change in character, this moment of pure malice, had cemented all those thoughts. As he went on, he could feel the dull pain in his skull increasing, wondering just what he could say. But he couldn’t live his life in fear and he knew that.

“Rika, I’ve thought it over and I want her back. I’m going to call her after-“

“Do you want to see her hurt?”

“Well no, but-“

“You’re going to hurt her with that mindset. Think about it, your father is after you right now. Do you know exactly what he could do?”

“I do, and I think I can handle it. Her safety will become my priority and I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Once he reaches her, he’s going to hurt her. He’s going to use her as leverage, possibly kill her and come after Saeyoung and you next. Is that really what you want?”

His tears pooled in his eyes the entire conversation, finally feeling one break and stream down his cheek at those words. He knew she had a point, one he didn’t want to hear aloud and hurt to realize. At this point, the throbbing in his head became unbearable, a splitting headache that distracted from the more emotional aspect of his pain.

“Saeran, is that what you want?”

“Of course not. You’re right, I have to let her go,” he resided, the ache in his heart becoming heavy at his own words.

“I’m glad you understand,” she said more matter-of-factly, “And I’m truly sorry that you’ve been put in this position. It really is unfair and I wish there was a way around it, but there isn’t.”

“Right,” was all he could bring himself to say, hoping to not sound as crushed as he felt.

“Are you okay?”

“To be honest, no. Not at all,” he responded, thinking for a second before continuing, “Do you remember the medicine you gave me when you took us in? The blue liquid you would give me in the morning?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I’m having those headaches again, and I think they’ve gotten worse. Do you think you could find me some soon?”

“Of course I can, it might take me a few days,” she said plainly, though he couldn’t see or hear the smile that spread at hearing his words.

“That’s fine, I just need it as soon as possible,” he said, burying into the cushion below him, “I’m gonna let you go here, I’ve had a long day and I could really use some rest.”

“Alright, then I guess this is goodnight. And Saeran?”

“Yeah?”

“You can rely on me entirely if you need to. I may be the only person you can trust in all this, keep that in mind.”

Before he could respond, the line suddenly cut. He was seeking answers, any response as to why this was going on, but he only felt his worry and questions multiply afterwards, a common occurrence with the two members that he noticed as of late.

He looked back down, noticing your contact open where he last left it. He took a closer look at the photo he had in place and smiling a bit to see the giddy grin you displayed per his request. Your name on his screen captivating him, always finding a bit of comfort just by the sound or look of it. But the name didn’t taste as sweet this time around, lodged in his throat in fear that hearing it aloud would cause damage.

His eyes trailed to the note nearby, seeing the bundle of forget-me-nots it came with, dried but vibrant in it’s deep blue color. The memory of your first encounter coming to mind as he was reminded of the sudden warm feeling that overcame him that day. A warmth he hadn’t known before you.

But he couldn’t bring himself to be selfish, pushing the ‘delete contact’ button and dropping his phone on the table one last time.

[tianasidhe-augurelt]

FFXV Favorites Meme

I was tagged by @stopmopingstarthoping Thanks, babe!.

Instructions:

To celebrate a year of FFXV and the end of the first year of updates, let’s spread the FFXV love! I haven’t seen a tag meme like this for FFXV yet, so I decided to make one. If you see this and want to, copy/paste this list and share what your favorite things about FFXV are.

Favorite Chocobro:

Ignis. I have grown to love all of the bros, and originally I was drawn to Gladiolus.  But over time, I kept finding myself drawn back to Ignis.  Maybe it had to do with how cool and calm he was, or how elegant he was in battle.  Hell, maybe it was all that exquisite food he cooks!  But at some point, he crept his way into my heart (and into my panties, oh my).

Favorite Guest Party Member (including Ravus and Libertus from DLC):

Gotta go with my Ravy Gravy.  The man is so compelling to me.  Protective older brother who feels he is destined for far greater things, carrying a grudge for the protagonists, and who only wishes that his sister could have lived a full and happy life.  Added bonus that his duel attack with Ignis is so perfectly choreographed.  Ice dagger spinny!

Favorite Minor Character(s):

I’m gonna have to go with Iris.  She kicks ass for the brief time she comes along with you, in true Amicitia tradition.  I love her relationship with Gladio, and she’s so sweet.

Favorite Villain:

Fuck Ardyn, I’m picking Ravus.  For the majority of the game, the chip on his shoulder is what drives him, but he’s so much more than just a villain.  I do appreciate that he comes around to our side in the end, and bless SE for keeping him alive in the Alt Ending.

Favorite Kingsglaive Character:

Nyx. No contest.  Love me some sexy firebending action, mmm!  Wish he could’ve played more of a part in the main game, but he’s utilized well in the movie, so I’m happy.

Favorite Astral/Divine Being:

Normally, I would go with my babe Shiva, but in this case, I’m gonna pick Ramuh.  Especially on first playthrough, having him trigger while hunting tough baddies like godsdamn COCKATRICES!  Fry ‘em up nice and crispy!

Favorite Character Overall:

Overall, I’d have to go with Ignis.  I have a major weakness for intellectual types, and the way he’s handled in both the main storyline and his DLC is exquisite to behold.

Favorite Weapon:

Nyx’s Kukris.  Notmally, when in an MMO-style setting, I prefer a ranged weapon, but in this, I like being fast and striking multiple times, so daggers became my weapon of choice; plus it being a tribute to Nyx,

Favorite Location:

Top of the huge stone arches!  The instant the ability to go up on them was unlocked, you bet your bottom gil I took advantage of it!  They intrigued me the first time I saw them.  I love the view, especially if I can get up there at night.  Breathtaking!

Favourite Quest/Questline/Hunt:

Ignis losing his specs to a chocobo!  I’m sorry, Iggy, but it’s funny!

Favorite Boss:

Ravus again (hey, I love my Ravy Gravy, don’t judge!) in Episode Ignis.  It’s like he and Ignis are dancing.

Favorite Monster/Monster Family/etc:

TBH, I don’t have a favorite, though I do have a most HATED: Cockatrice/Kingatrice/Chickatrice.  FRY ‘EM ALL, RAMUH!

Favorite Song:

Got a few.

Wanderlust (so peaceful and wistful)

Episode Ignis main theme - crying violins!

Stand Your Ground (BATTLE!)

Veiled in Black

A Retainer’s Resolve from Episode Ignis (So much raw power!)

Ardyn Boss Battle Theme  (Extra Verse, Phase 1) from Episode Ignis (so fucking EPIC!)

Ardyn Boss Battle Theme (Extra Verse, Phase 2) from Episode Ignis (EVEN MOAR EPIC!)

Favorite Boss Theme:

Ardyn Boss Battle Theme (Extra Verse, Phase 2), Episode Ignis.

Favorite Non-Episode DLC/Update/Event:

Assassin’s Creed Festival. Never having played a single AC game ever, I was honestly surprised how much I enjoyed it.  Again, it played into my desire to explore everything.  Lestallum was built to be explored, and here we get to finally do so.  Not quite as grand or flexible as Altissia in Episode Ignis, but certainly great in its own right.

Favorite Episode DLC:

As if you have to guess! :3  Episode Ignis game me all that I hoped for and more!  Free exploration (with only a few caveats), lots of nooks and crannies, the BATMAN BROODING POINT DOME TOWER!...  And my beloved Ignis (and Ravus) front and center.  Besides the plot, I just love exploring Altissia and enjoying the architecture and window dressing.  As any of my regular viewers can attest, I am a sucker for details and Easter Eggs (and eyecandy, ladies...).

Other Favorites of Note:

Just... how vast and free to explore the first huge chunk of the game is!  Even in my first run, I progressed so slowly because I just loved running around and discovering things.  While I did eventually grow a little tired of it after 4 runs and ~350 hours, my wanderlust was renewed with Episode Ignis.  Add to that all the interesting architecture of the towns and outposts, plus ALL THE EASTER EGGS!  OMG, so many!  I’m still smugly proud of spotting the Chrono Trigger reference in Insomnia.  I just wish there were more (which there probably are; hell, I spotted one in Comrades that I’d missed in regular Lestallum).

Fave Things to Do:

EXPLORE!  After how bottled in that the FF13 games were (long narrow hallways, then pocket locations, then time limit), the sheer freedom of this game was so refreshing!  I am seriously considering starting a brand new run just so I can explore and level grind from scratch again.

Chocobo riding is fun, though the racing is... ehh?  Not really as good as earlier installments.  Really, the lack of actual minigames in the main game is sad, but understandable.  Gotta save something for the festivals.

I don’t feel like tagging anyone, so if anyone wants to do this and hasn’t already, go right ahead and claim I tagged you! :3c