#( but them just being able to avoid it every time )

[00valentina-writes00]

How about sevika with a terminally sick gf. I really loved the one you wrote for vi

♡♥︎Sevika with a terminally ill girlfriend♥︎♡

♥︎ Sevika doesn’t show much, but she’s absolutely destroyed when she finds out. There’s a crack in her usually unflappable armor, a flicker of vulnerability she tries to bury beneath her usual hard edges.

♥︎ She doesn’t talk about it much, but she starts keeping tabs on doctors, researching treatments, and trying to get her hands on any illegal or experimental cures she can afford. She won’t let you give up, even if you’re already resigned.

♥︎ Her usual harshness turns into something colder. She doesn’t waste time with anything unnecessary. If she’s going to help you, it’s going to be in the most effective way possible. No sentimental words, just straight to the point: “I’ll fix this. You’re not dying on me.”

♥︎ When you start getting weaker, she gets more demanding. She pushes you to eat, to stay awake, to fight. She’s relentless because if she doesn’t see you fight, it breaks her apart

♥︎ There are nights when she stays up late, arms crossed, staring out at the dark streets of Zaun, thinking about ways to make you better. Even the shimmer she injects into her system doesn’t offer any comfort when she watches you fade.

♥︎ She spends hours researching obscure treatments, bargaining with shady figures, doing whatever it takes to extend your life, even if it’s just a few more weeks or days. It doesn’t matter how much it costs.

♥︎ At some point, she starts finding herself hovering at your side all the time. She doesn’t want to leave. Not even to sleep. It becomes a strange routine for her, a kind of forced comfort where the silence between you is full of things neither of you are brave enough to say.

♥︎ If you’re awake enough, she’ll push your hair out of your face, but she won’t look you in the eyes. She doesn’t know how to handle the emotions you bring out in her, and it terrifies her.

♥︎ She never asks you how you’re feeling or if you want to talk about it, because she’s afraid you’ll say that you’re giving up. She can’t handle hearing it from your lips, even though she knows deep down you’re right.

♥︎ She starts to get more agitated, snapping at people who are just trying to help because nothing feels like it’s good enough. If anyone says something remotely positive about your situation, she shuts them down hard. She can’t pretend like there’s hope when there’s none.

♥︎ When you can’t leave the bed anymore, Sevika starts bringing everything to you. Food, water, medicine, books to distract you—anything to keep you from slipping further into the darkness.

♥︎ She never shows her tears, but sometimes when she thinks you’re sleeping, she finds herself staring at you, face etched with raw pain, her jaw clenched tight to hold back the wave of emotions that threatens to drown her.

♥︎ Her temper is worse than usual. She’s quick to lash out at others, mostly because she’s so incredibly fucking scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being able to save you. And she hates herself for not being able to fix it.

♥︎ She makes herself scarce around people when it gets worse. She’s quieter, more brooding, because the weight of her guilt and helplessness is too heavy to share. The only place she feels even a little bit in control is by your side.

♥︎ On the nights you’re too weak to speak, she holds your hand with a tightness that borders on painful. Her touch is demanding, like she’s afraid you’ll slip away in the blink of an eye.

♥︎ She doesn’t let you see her fear. Every day is a reminder of how much she’s failing you. And every time she sees that spark of hope in your eyes, it drives her mad because she knows she can’t keep it alive forever.

♥︎ As things worsen, she starts avoiding the topic of your death. It feels like a betrayal every time someone mentions it. She ignores the reality, pretending there’s a chance things will magically improve.

♥︎ When you do finally die, it feels like she’s been hit by a freight train. The finality of it leaves her in a state of shock, unable to process it. She doesn’t cry in front of you, not even when she closes your eyes for the last time.

♥︎ Sevika keeps busy after your passing. She throws herself into work, into anything that will distract her from the empty space beside her. She stops sleeping, drinking herself into oblivion, until her body can’t keep up with her broken heart.

♥︎ There are days when the memories hit her in waves. She can still hear your voice in her head, your laugh, the way you’d complain when she pushed too hard. And every time, it feels like a weight she can’t shake.

♥︎ People stop asking her how she’s doing because it’s obvious. She doesn’t need words anymore. The silence speaks for her. She’s the same outwardly—cold, distant—but internally, she’s unraveling, a mess of emotions she doesn’t know how to deal with.

♥︎ She tries to convince herself it’s better this way. You aren’t suffering anymore, and she can’t deny that you were getting worse. But she also knows she’ll never be the same again. That part of her is gone, taken by something she could never control.

♥︎ In the long run, Sevika doesn’t let anyone get close to her again. The wound you left in her will never heal, and she doesn’t think anyone could ever fill the hole you left behind. Not that she’s ready for that anyway

♥︎ But every now and then, when she’s alone, she lets herself think back to you. To the time you spent together, how you made her laugh, how you made her feel alive again. And she lets herself grieve the woman who was once hers.

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

They are trying to illegally fire tens of thousands of Federal workers at the worst possible time of year. These are middle class to lower middle class people in DC and probably about a third or so of them voted for Trump. Contrary to publican opinion nobody gets rich working for the Federal government, especially in a major city where the cost of living is very high as are mortgages and rents. A disproportionate number of them are African-American, women, and other marginalized people since government employment is a safe haven for them with the added safety of being largely Unionized. To be honest there aren’t a lot of jobs open in the DC area with the pay and benefits of a unionized government job.

Musk is trying to run the government as if it were a business and that model does not apply. Government is not supposed to make a profit or pay dividends to shareholders. The primary purpose of government is to SPEND money to improve the lives and safety of all Americans.

Mass firings will not only ruin the lives of those removed from employment but it will have a ripple effect throughout the greater DC, Virginia, and Maryland area. All retail outlets will suffer immediately from lost business. Community and social services will be strained to the breaking point by hordes of people becoming unemployed all at once. The housing and rental market will collapse. Banks and Credit Unions will be stressed by loss of revenue. Families will dissolve and suicides will increase and so on. For those of you who don’t have sympathy for Federal employees, wait until the inconvenience of having almost no government services available to you strikes home. Think of the benefits that will be cut off. Think of the aid you won’t be able to receive when something goes wrong in your. Wait until you try to call a government agency to correct something to find out it doesn’t exist or is run by a skeleton crew.

You can look up the salaries of the rank and file workers and see it’s not great especially for one of the priciest markets in the country. This is a cold and heartless move which will have a devastating impact on large numbers of real people. It won’t just be in DC because they plan on spreading to field offices around the country so the pain will begin to seep into every county in the nation.

Government is not as simplistic as a business and can’t be run like one or by business people, entrepreneurs, oligarchs, CEO’s etc. Republicans, and other thoughtless people, need to separate themselves from the notion that someone who runs a business can run a country, or even a government agency. Diplomacy for example is much more complicated than a simple business deal. Diplomats spend lifetimes working on treaties and international agreements that will be in effect for decades or even centuries. It takes detailed knowledge of the past, current demographics and their needs, and years of forethought to play out every possible outcome of a treaty. Each word and phrase is excruciatingly analyzed for months or even years to achieve the desired effect and avoid any misinterpretations, misunderstandings, or vagaries of translation.

Treaties and national policy can’t be rationally drawn up by amateurs over a drunken round of golf, or a drunken steak dinner, or an amateurish conference call with the complexities of foreign languages which required highly skilled diplomatic translators who know the particularities of not only the mother tongue but each regional accent and dialect to avoid any posssible faux pas.

Trump and his henchmen are arrogant, poorly educated, unqualified, and often inebriated bigots and racists trying to run the world’s largest and most complex governing body as if it were a chain restaurant franchise.

Have you noticed yet nobody is talking about cutting aid to big energy companies, airlines, big pharma, or virtually any big corporate enterprise. Felon Muskrat says he’s uncovered billions in corruption and waste at every federal agency, in only a week. Felon hasn’t offered one scrap of documentation or proof though and neither had Trump. The media reports their claims of billions in waste and the Republican voters accept it as true. After a few weeks of hearing it in the news many of you will accept the lie as truth simply because you’ve heard it so often.

They are deliberately trying to overwhelm you, distract you, and wear you out. Democratic lawmakers trying to enter the very Federal agencies they fund have been locked out and kept at bay by armed private security wearing no identification and unwilling to state their names. Unwilling to say anything except you can’t enter.

They are pushing back but most of you seem to have forgotten that they became the minority party in both houses of Congress and the minority doesn’t have the ability to win a vote and pass anything or do anything other than protest and try to delay. Fortunately majority labor unions are out protesting in front of all the major agencies being targeted so far. Protests are also happing in some big cities but you’d never know it because it is virtually ignored as always by tv news.

[wonwoosmagnetic]

No Saints Here | kmg

Pairing : bodyguard!mingyu x rich!reader

Genre : angst, romance, mystery

synopsis :

Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Some love stories were never meant to begin.

Evangeline Perez thought she buried the past along with her sister. But when whispers of the truth resurface, she finds herself tangled in a web of secrets, power, and deception—one that could cost her everything.

Mingyu is a complication she never asked for. Cold, relentless, and far too protective, he’s determined to keep her from chasing ghosts. But Eva has never been one to obey orders, and the deeper she digs, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension pulling them together.

Because some things refuse to stay in the dark.

And some hearts are doomed from the start.

CHAPTER ONE

You had spent your entire life performing.

The daughter of Rafael Perez didn’t get the luxury of being anything else. Every movement, every carefully measured smile, every moment of silence in a room like this—it all meant something. Tonight was no different.

The ballroom glittered under chandeliers, the golden light reflecting off silk gowns and polished shoes. Laughter drifted through the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses, but beneath the practiced pleasantries lay a current of power. Deals were being made, alliances solidified, and Eva, as always, was a pawn on the board.

You lifted a champagne flute to your lips, though she barely took a sip. The bubbles fizzed against your skin, but you weren't drinking. You never drank at these events. Staying sharp was a necessity, not a choice.

--

You sat on your bed, eyes fixed on the blank canvas before you. The brushes, untouched and coated in dust, sat idle on the windowsill. You used to be able to lose yourself in the colors, the strokes, the world you created. But now? Now, it all felt hollow, a reminder of the life you were supposed to want, but couldn’t seem to care about.

Every day felt like you were moving through a fog, playing a part in a show you didn’t audition for. The more the days passed, the more you felt lost. A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts, and before you could even respond, the door creaked open. Rafael Perez, your father, stepped inside with that cold, calculated look he always wore.

His presence was like an impenetrable wall, looming over your every move. “I see the canvas is still here.” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, but there was a clear disappointment in his words.

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t respond immediately. He’d been saying the same thing for months, as though avoiding painting would somehow fix everything in your life. You stood, brushing your hands together, as though trying to dust off your frustration.

“I told you, I’m not interested in your... ‘vision’ for me, Dad,” you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral, but there was a sharpness to it you couldn’t quite hide. Your father didn’t react to the anger in your voice, like he didn’t even hear it.

He just stepped further into the room, his gaze never leaving yours, and approached the canvas with that same critical look. “You’re wasting your time, Evangeline. You’re wasting your potential. You have a responsibility to the family, to the company, to everything we’ve built.”

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “What about what I want? Does that even matter?” His eyes flickered to you briefly, the hint of irritation flashing in them, but he quickly masked it. “What you want doesn’t matter. What matters is what needs to be done.” He paused for a beat before adding, “I’ve arranged for you to attend an event tonight. Mingyu will be there to make sure you’re... presentable.”

The mention of Mingyu made your stomach twist. You'd almost forgotten about him—almost. That damn bodyguard was always around, like a shadow, looming over your every move. He wasn’t just your father’s watchful eye; he was the constant reminder that you weren't in control of your own life.

Your eyes narrowed. “Mingyu,” you muttered, trying not to let the frustration creep into your voice. “What a surprise.” Rafael turned toward the door, as if the conversation was over, but not before adding, “You should be grateful he’s here. He’s only doing his job. I trust you’ll behave.” Your teeth ground together.

“I’m always behaving, Dad,” you spat, sarcasm dripping from the words. Your father didn’t flinch. “I’ll see you later.” He gave you one last look, this time more piercing, before he left, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. You stood still for a moment, staring at the door, your chest tightening with frustration.

You could hear his footsteps fading down the hallway, but the suffocating feeling remained, heavy in the air. You hated how his presence seemed to fill every corner of your life, like you were never allowed to breathe without someone watching.

And Mingyu? He was just the physical embodiment of everything your father represented. The rules. The control. The expectations. You let out a shaky breath and glanced over at the window, the bright sunlight streaming in, but it felt like the room was closing in on her.

Every day felt the same—tethered to your father’s demands, suffocated by the people he surrounded you with, and watched over by Mingyu.

--

You tossed your phone onto the couch, frustration building in your chest. Another message from your dad about the upcoming event—the usual “you need to look perfect” reminder. You sighed deeply, your fingers dragging through your hair as you sat down beside Caro, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor flipping through a fashion magazine.

The two of you had spent the entire afternoon together, but your mind was miles away. “I hate these events,” you muttered, glancing down at your phone. “Everything’s always so perfect and expected. I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Caro stayed silent, a soft smile playing on her lips as she nodded. She was used to your rants, always ready to listen even though Caro’s own thoughts were a little more complicated when it came to these events. She didn’t have to attend them. She was always on the outside looking in.

You, completely oblivious to the weight of Caro’s thoughts, looked up, her eyes bright with determination. “I need your help. I have to look perfect tonight.” Caro blinked, not sure what to expect. “What do you mean?” Her voice was soft, but she couldn’t quite hide the curiosity.

You tossed her phone aside again and turned to Caro, her eyes lighting up. “I need a dress. Not just any dress—something that'll make a statement, you know? Something that says, ‘I’m here, and I’m not going to play by anyone’s rules’.” Caro’s heart skipped, the awkwardness creeping in as soon as she realized what this was about. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the floor.

She knew the drill—Your extravagant events, the expectations, the people. It wasn’t her world. She didn’t belong there. “I—I don’t know if I’m the right person to help with that,” Caro muttered, her voice faltering slightly.

She fiddled with the corner of the magazine, a nervous tick she always had when she was uncomfortable. You, however, didn’t seem to notice. She was already on a roll, thinking about all the details. “But you know fashion better than anyone, Caro. Please, just help me pick something out. I trust you. You always know how to make me look amazing.” Caro didn’t answer immediately.

She just nodded, forcing a small smile, even though the thought of stepping into that world made her feel out of place. She was just the friend—the one who didn't belong to the circle of high society, the one who had to watch it all from the sidelines.

Your excitement seemed to fill the room, making Caro’s discomfort that much more pronounced. You weren't just talking about a dress; you were talking about fitting in with your father’s world, about being the perfect image for all the people who would be watching. And Caro wasn’t even invited to those events.

When you suddenly brightened, your smile widening, Caro’s stomach twisted. “Oh! And you can come as my plus one. I mean, you’ve got nothing to do tonight, right?” Caro’s throat tightened. She stayed silent for a long moment, biting her lip as the awkwardness settled over her like a heavy blanket.

You were expecting her to say yes, but all Caro could think about was how out of place she’d feel surrounded by people who had everything she didn’t.  She forced herself to nod, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... yeah, I guess I can come. If you want me to.”

Your face lit up at her agreement. “Of course, I do! You’re my best friend. You’re going to help me pick out the perfect dress, and then we’ll go together. It’ll be so much fun.” Caro smiled weakly, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

She didn’t want to be the one to burst your bubble, but it was hard not to feel like a pawn in this whole thing. You had no idea how different their worlds were. No idea how uncomfortable it made Caro to be asked to be her “sidekick” in a world that would never accept her.

Instead of speaking up, Caro just nodded again, still feeling out of place. “Sounds fun,” she said quietly, her voice almost sounding distant. You, completely oblivious, bounced up from the couch, heading toward the door.

“Let’s go! We’ve got to find that dress, and then I’ll text Mingyu and tell him I’m all ready to go.” And as you dragged her out the door, Caro couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was going to be another reminder of just how different they truly were.

--

The venue was dazzling—golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Laughter and the soft clinking of glasses filled the space, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne.

Everywhere Caro looked, people moved effortlessly, slipping in and out of conversations like they belonged to some secret world she could never quite step into.

You, on the other hand, fit right in. The moment they arrived, you were swept up in a flurry of greetings—soft cheek kisses, perfectly rehearsed compliments, and warm, effortless smiles exchanged between people who had known each other since childhood.

You shined in the dress Caro helped you pick, a sleek midnight blue gown that hugged your form just right. Confidence radiated off you as she laughed, gesturing animatedly while talking to a group of perfectly put-together people.

Caro, however, stood off to the side, her fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of her untouched champagne glass. She shifted on her heels, her dress—borrowed from your closet—feeling a little too tight, a little too foreign.

The conversation around her moved like a fast-flowing river, and she was just a rock stuck on the bank, watching it all pass her by. You had promised they’d stick together, but within minutes, she was off mingling, seamlessly blending into the crowd.

Caro swallowed, her gaze flickering over the room. There was no one here she knew, no one who would even think to talk to her. And maybe that was the point—she wasn’t supposed to be here. She was just the friend. The outsider.

Caro swallowed, her gaze flickering over the room. There was no one here she knew, no one who would even think to talk to her. And maybe that was the point—she wasn’t supposed to be here. She was just the friend. The outsider.

"You know you have to say no to her someday, right?" The deep, measured voice made her flinch. She turned to find Seungcheol Perez- your brother, standing beside her, a crystal glass of whiskey in one hand.

His dark brown eyes, always sharp and unreadable, carried a hint of amusement as he glanced toward Eva, who was across the room, laughing with a group of perfectly polished socialites. Caro sighed. "Oh, is this where you deliver another one of your grand lectures?" He smirked, tilting his glass slightly.

"Not a lecture. Just an observation." He took a slow sip. "She drags you into this world like you belong here. But we both know you don’t." Caro scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence." He chuckled lightly.

"I’m just saying, you let her pull you around like a shadow." There was teasing in his voice, but something else, too. Something heavier. "She’s my best friend," Caro muttered, glancing at you again. Seungcheol nodded. "I know."

His voice softened, just slightly. Then, after a pause, "But you don’t always have to say yes just because she asks." Caro hesitated, shifting on her feet. "Why do you even care?" He tilted his head slightly, considering her. "Maybe I don’t. Maybe I just enjoy watching you squirm." Caro huffed out a quiet laugh despite herself.

"You are the absolute worst."

"Mm." He smirked again. "And yet, here you are, still talking to me." She rolled her eyes, but the warmth between them was unmistakable. Seungcheol may have been blunt, but he wasn’t cruel. And despite everything, she knew he was right—you never saw how hard it was for her to be in this world. But Seungcheol did.

And for the first time that night, standing beside him, Caro didn’t feel so alone. “Come here to steal my best friend as well?” Your voice cut through the air, her words dripping with barely-contained irritation as she approached them. There was no warmth in her tone, only an edge of frustration. Her eyes narrowed as they settled on Seungcheol.

He didn’t react, his expression calm as always, though there was an underlying tension that was hard to ignore. He took a casual sip from his drink, his gaze steady on you as he replied, "I’m not stealing anyone, Evangeline. Just having a conversation." Your lips tightened into a thin line. You didn’t miss a beat.

"You should know better than to waste your time," you said coldly, your voice flat, like she was talking to a subordinate. “If you’re not here to work, I don’t know what you’re doing.” There was no affection in your words—just the distant, sharp edge of someone who had long ago put up walls. Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “I’m not here to waste anyone’s time,” he replied, his tone smooth, his posture professional.

Your gaze shifted to Caro for a split second, “you really think I need you to babysit her too?” Seungcheol glanced briefly at Caro, whose awkwardness was palpable, before responding in a level voice. "I’m not babysitting her, Evangeline. We’re just talking." You took a step closer, your heels clicking against the floor in a purposeful way. “It’s not your job to talk to her,” you said with a brittle smile, now aiming your words directly at him.

“So why don’t you go find something else to do?” Caro felt herself shrink a little, the tension in the air thickening with every word. She wasn’t sure what had caused the rift between them, but it was clear that whatever it was, it was deep—and it wasn’t about her. Seungcheol didn't flinch.

He met her sharp gaze with the same unflinching calm. "You really don’t need to control everything, Evangeline." Your eyes flashed for a moment, your jaw clenching as your fingers curled slightly around your drink. “And you don’t need to lecture me," you snapped back, your voice low but cutting.

“You’re not in charge here. Stay out of it.” There was a moment of silence before Seungcheol sighed, as if he was tired of this back-and-forth, but he didn't show it. "Fine," he said simply, his voice calm as always. "Enjoy your night." He says raising the glass in Caro's direction as he leaves. Caro watched as Seungcheol disappeared into the crowd, and for a moment, she felt an ache in her chest.

But before she could linger on it, your voice broke through. "I don’t know why he has to make such a scene everywhere he goes." Caro didn’t even look up at you. Instead, she took a slow sip from her drink, trying to steady the chaos in her mind.

"It’s not a scene," she replied quietly. Caro let out a soft breath, glancing over at you, who was clearly still fuming. She could feel the weight of the conversation, but at this point, she wasn’t going to let it ruin her night. Not when you had gone out of her way to make sure they were having fun tonight.

“We don’t like him, Caro. He’s is an asshole,” You said again, her voice steady, but there was a sharpness in it that made it clear you weren't backing down. Caro nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd for a moment, avoiding the topic. She wasn’t sure what else to say. “Yeah, of course. I was just—” “There is no ‘just,’ Caro. He is a fuck up, and I won’t let him ruin our night,” You cut in, more serious now, your expression set. Caro turned back to you, her voice a little quieter as she sighed. “Yeah, yeah obviously.”

There wasn’t much else she could add. She knew you were just looking out for her, but sometimes it felt like everyone had an opinion on Seungcheol. He was complicated, yes—hard to deal with, yes—but he was her friend, and that made things harder. She didn’t want to argue with you about it. Not now. Not tonight.

Caro let the music wash over her, the bass thudding beneath her feet as she tried to shake off the lingering tension. You, on the other hand, had already moved on, flagging down a server to order another round. “You need to stop letting him get under your skin,” Caro said, forcing a smile as she leaned against the bar beside her best friend. You scoffed, picking up your drink.

“I don’t. He’s just always in the way.” You tossed back a sip, your nails drumming against the glass. “It’s pathetic, honestly. He acts like he’s some kind of protector.” Caro hesitated, glancing down at her own drink. “Maybe he’s just—” “Don’t,” You cut in, her voice firm. “You don’t owe him the benefit of the doubt, Caro. Not him.”

Caro swallowed back her words. There was something unshakable in your voice, something that made arguing feel pointless. Maybe you were right. Maybe Seungcheol wasn’t worth defending. But if that were true, why did Caro feel the way she did? Before she could think too much about it, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Ladies.” Caro turned, blinking as she took in the man who had appeared beside them. Sleek suit, charming smirk, an air of confidence that was just a little too polished. Elias Park. Your posture relaxed instantly, a slow smile curling at your lips. “Elias,” you greeted, tilting your head in interest.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” “I could say the same,” he replied smoothly, his dark eyes flicking over to Caro for a second before returning to you. “But then again, you do have a habit of making any place worth being at.” You let out a quiet laugh, clearly enjoying the attention. Caro, however, just gave a small, polite smile before turning back to her drink.

Elias leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.” You raised a brow, intrigued. “Oh?” “Yeah.” His eyes gleamed under the dim lighting. “There’s something I think you’d be very interested in.” Caro barely heard the rest of the conversation.

Her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts drifting back to Seungcheol. Something about the way he left—unbothered on the surface, but carrying something heavier underneath—stuck with her. And she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Forgot to add an important point to this post... while yes I am a Sylus focused account and therefore tend to mainly talk about him and my fellow kittens in terms of the boycott, I always emphasize that even if you don't care about Sylus you should care about this boycott and you should join if possible. Because sooner rather than later this issue will not just affect him or his mains. Paperfold's greed will bleed over into every aspect of it. In fact it's already begun to.

Don't believe me?

Let me direct you to two examples then

First, the CNY event outfits. In the past, event outfits used to be free. You'd buy them with the event currency. This time? Locked behind purple diamonds. Which you cannot obtain through any means but real money. What's more foul is that the game tried to market it as a "discount". Like be so for real with me. They should be free and yet you want us to think you're being generous? Not to mention, these outfits are brand new. They've never had a higher price tag. So the "discount" is in fact the original price. Don't try to gasligt your audience, Paperfold 😑

Second example: take a look at the outfits for this new banner

Notice how this differs from the kitty banner?

The "headpieces" and outfits are separated.

In the kitty banner, the ears and tail came with the outfit in a bundle. As they should. But now? You need 10 extra pulls to complete one set. So if you want all 5? That's almost 300 pulls required. Do you know how many dias that is? This is greed, pure and simple. And it'll only get worse from here if this is allowed to go on. Trust me on this.

And as I'm sure you're all aware, Dias in this game gets increasingly more difficult to farm. Once you're in end-game, good luck. Unless you whale or invest in all LIs, you won't be able to accumulate a near sufficient amount.

Meaning, if you're a F2Player or low spender, you'll be stuck sooner or later. That's just the reality of the matter. Heck even dolphins and whales are upset over how scarce and unbalanced resources are.

In the long run, this will turn players away from the game. It'll become unsustainable. And that is a heartbreaking thought. This game has been groundbreaking in so many ways. It's truly revolutionary in the world of female oriented entertainment. The LIs are beautifully crafted and written and they have so much potential. So many more stories to explore. So many more milestones to reach. The VAs are literal gifts from the Gods and masters in their craft. The writers and devs pour their heart and soul into this game, and have created a spectacular and beautiful fictional universe. I truly don't think I speak for just myself when I say that I want this game to thrive and flourish. But the direction it's slowly but surely heading is worrying.

This is why it's so important that we as consumers make our voices heard and why, while I don't want to pressure anyone, I urge you not to spend money in this banner if you can avoid it. The execs have made it more than plain that they only care about revenue. Only if that is effected will they stir. And so far, luckily, the boycott has been succesful in lowering said revenue [1] [2]. Hopefully, if we push forward, Paperfold will have to listen to us and reel in their greed.

A boycott has worked before — it happened during the Oracle of Scams fiasco and resulted in Heartfelt Gifts plus other rewards and the permanent shelving of the Oracle event — so we do have more power than we think.

No matter what I choose to do in the end — to pull or not to pull 😔 — I will, in solidarity with the CN kittens and the ongoing boycott, refrain from pulling within the first 3 days. I'll only log in on the first day and choose Sylus as my precise wish. That's it. And I will absolutely not spend real money. I have 0 plans to ever do so until Paperfold course corrects.

If you too wish to help with the boycott, then I urge you to do the same. You can still get the card you desire ofc but please wait until after 3 days or at least 24 hours have passed in that case.

For more info on the boycott, please check my pinned post or my hashtag justice for sylus. You can also take a look at this Reddit thread .

[astoldbysteph]

i feel like people aren't gonna like what i am gonna say but after numerous talks with rp friends, i think it's important to at least yap a little about this.

i know this you don't owe anyone anything girlypop coochie queef purrrrrrr 💅 attitude is seen as the standard to follow not only in rp spaces but pretty much anywhere (especially online) and idk guys, i think this is doing more damage than good. rping is a hobby, yes, but it's a hobby that involves us collaborating with people in order to have fun and sometimes i feel like there's some inherent selfishness and carelessness that along with a severe lack of communication, is slowly eroding the rpc as a whole.

every day i hear a new anecdote about admins failing to take their group off the ground because of flakey members. or people retreating into their shells and not being able to fully enjoy writing with others due to people ghosting them after three hours. i feel like every single person that does the 1x1/indie thing has a story where they plot someone, make a discord server or set up an established thread, and then they never hear from their writing partner ever again. and this ain't cool, guys.

stuff happens! we all got lives and responsibilities like work and school and family life that sometimes prevent us from being as active as we would've like. or some days we just don't feel like writing for whatever reason and that's valid. this ain't a job, but it is a collaborative hobby so i am sorry to tell y'all this, but we do owe at least a lil bit of common courtesy to people who take the time to collab with us.

chats with friends and fellow rpers have me feeling like the rpc as a whole, in my opinion, has a communication problem. group people don't talk to their admins or don't like plotting with other members. 1x1/indie people are used to dropping stuff unannounced and talk even less between each other. roleplayers in general avoid making the first move and prefer letting the other party do the work. like dang y'all, not to be a hag on main but back in my day!!!! there was more of a willingness to talk to others. now everyone is more 'secluded' which i think stems from bad past experiences so we kinda end up stuck in a cycle that messes with everything as a whole.

idk where i am going this but i keep seeing people posting stuff talking about this or sharing similar sentiments or stuff happens to me and i end up making my brain work overtime to try and figure out what happened and what i can do on a personal level to change things and help others stop feeling discouraged and have a better time writing and chilling with people

and also before i forget because my wife reminded me!! it's ok to drop stuff or plots or people and its ok to take ur time to reply. we all got stuff to do or we are tired or sad or obsessively rewatching degrassi or just dont feel like writing and that's so valid. all sane people get it and would be understanding if you hit them up like hey! idt i have muse for this or sorry i took forever! but people don't even do that nowadays and it leads to people quitting, feeling discouraged, OR WORSE, adopting the same mindset. talk to ppl!! rpers are super nice and if you run into a weirdo i will beat them up for u

[burningembers91]

Seeking Attention - Hong Woo-Jin x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Hong Woo-Jin has a thing for the new Pilates instructor at the gym. But as someone who’s been left broken hearted one too many times, you’re going to make the cocky boxer work for your attention.

Hong Woo-Jin had always been a cocky bastard. He’d always been confident, and loud, the life and soul of the party. He constantly went out of his way to make people laugh, and it was forever getting him in trouble. Throughout school he’d been in detention more times than he could count, and as an adult his brash attitude had gotten him into hot water many times. But Woo-Jin couldn’t help it; he felt like he needed to be loud; being loud was better than being quiet and alone with his thoughts.

He’d always struggled with self-worth, never quite feeling good enough for the people around him. No matter what he did, he was a constant source of disappointment to his father. Growing up, he’d started to act out as a way of getting attention from the man he looked up to most. He knew it wasn’t clever, knew the plan was doomed to fail, but he was so desperate for acknowledgment from his father, no matter how much trouble he had to get in to receive it. The loudmouth troublemaker persona had stuck with him, and Woo-Jin didn’t know how to snap out of it. Every time he felt himself falter, every time he felt his self-worth slip, he’d crack a joke and pull some crazy stunt to convince himself he was doing just fine.

But sometimes the only thing that could halt the voice in his head was boxing. He’d started boxing as a child, another way he desperately sought the affection of his father. He had a natural talent, and although it still wasn’t enough to please the man who had raised him, Woo-Jin was hooked. Every spare second he had was spent at the gym, honing and crafting his skills. He won every fight, had medals and trophies adoring his walls and shelving, but it still wasn’t enough for his dad. He craved love and affection, but had never quite managed to find it.

He’d never had a problem with women, always able to get a date, but never quite able to get them to stick around. Woo-Jin told himself he was happy to live life as a bachelor, but his nights were so lonely.

When you joined as instructor at the Pilates studio across the hall from his boxing gym, Woo-Jin was determined to win you over. But you were unlike anyone he’d met before. You didn’t fall for his cheesy chat up lines, didn’t giggle at his jokes. You’d roll your eyes and sigh, and try your best to hide your smile.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Woo-Jin, but you’d been burned one too many times, and you didn’t want to open yourself up to the inevitable heartbreak you knew would come.

Your classes coincided with his training, and the two of you interacted most days. You were funny, smart, witty and beautiful, and Woo-Jin so badly wanted the chance to make you happy. But you were a tough nut to crack, the one woman who seemed able to resist his charm. He wondered if he was losing his touch.

“What do you reckons tougher?” He asked one day, in a last ditch attempt to impress you. “Boxing, or Pilates?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Pilates. Definitely Pilates.”

“Oh yeah?” Woo-Jin took a swig of his water bottle, his bare chest and torso glistening with sweat. You purposely avoided looking, not willing to admit to yourself how good he looked.

“Do you think I’d be any good?” He smiled, flexing his biceps.

“Well, if you sign up for my class and pay the entry fee, we’ll see,” you winked, before heading outside to your car.

You came in the next day to find Woo-Jin’s name on your next class sign up sheet, the entry fee pushed under the studio door. This man was unrelenting, but you felt your stomach flip.

If Woo-Jin was so desperate to impress you, you’d make him work for it.

[gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe]

There's something so insane about online Zionists that parade as leftists/progressives on this website. To stand up and speak up for social issues plaguing our world but at the same time being in LOVE with fascism. As if all cognitive thought is out the window the moment Israel is mentioned. Being a leftist or a staunch progressive is just some fucking act or disguise to put on to feel better about yourself.

To cry and clutch their pearls when someone uses the word 'zionist' as if its a personal attack on all Jews but to be able to ignore every massacre and atrocity that their beloved far right military settler state commits. Do they jump with glee when they read a news article of soldiers sniping children in the heads? Do they breath a sigh of relief when bombs are dropped on refuge tents during ceasefires? Do they laugh with their friends when they hear about the IDF constantly sexually assaulting and torturing prisoners they grabbed randomly off the streets? Do they shove their heads up their asses and simply not read or listen?

They are online so fucking much looking for ways to talk about antisemitism and Israel so how is it actually possible to avoid all the fucking depraved actions of Israel? Somehow believing that their genocide and apartheid is acceptable and righteous because surely in no way Zionists can act like the Nazi's did right? We don't use ovens. We use bombs, ammunition, starvation, and dehydration! We're so merciful! How does anyone not see that we're the good guys here!? All the American politicians support us :D!

To deflect any and all criticism of Zionism as antisemitism so they feel reassured that everyone against them is in the wrong. As everyone hates Israel only because their Jewish and not because of all the fucking atrocities. That everyone that denounces Israel HAS to be being puppeted by Nazi's. That no one else can simply fucking see and understand what's happening in Gaza. If anything, the Zionist inability to separate Judaism and Zionism is antisemitic and I fucking tired of hearing excuses. You can be Jewish and not stand for Zionism. You can be Jewish and not stand for Zionism. You can be Jewish and not stand for Zionism. Judaism is not Zionism.

Personally, I feel it's far past the point of no return for some but it's never too late to be Jewish and to cut your ties with Zionism. No one wants to be called a Nazi or compared to one but the fascist wasn't kicked out of the bar. The bar is now fascist too. Don't let them drag you down too. Be better. For everyone's sake.

[caprisunr]

"I think you're cautious because you have more to give than you think anyone can take." Kim said this to Eddie and it struck to me because he IS someone who is heedful — time again and again we see the patterns of his careful personality.

But I don't think her statement is entirely correct. Specially taking into account that Eddie gave Buck everything he had which is Christopher after only knowing him for a couple of months (year at most), and let him inside his world unapologetically. Buck was there to drive him to Christopher during the earthquake, just as he was there with Eddie when Pepa called him into the hospital, in the same way that he was there when Eddie was packing for Texas for his father's retirement party, as when Christopher left for Texas with Helena and Ramon.

Eddie might not be actively aware that there is someone who can take it all and still decide he is worth staying for—or how easy it is when it's Buck he's giving that part of himself to.

Buck is the first person he called when Christopher wouldn't talk to him and locked him out of his room. In the same way that Buck was Chris' when he ran away from home to find solace. —And Christopher, even if unconsciously, seems to have an understanding of what makes him and his father special to Buck in different capacities: He is the person he reaches out to in front of his father's breakdown (instead of 911.) And at the same time doesn't call out to when he finds Eddie with his mother's doppelganger. He knows he wouldn't be able to scape one without the other following suit right after.

And Eddie has been so fixated on finding the most perfect, sensitive, eligible mother; but not partner. Because this isn't about Eddie wanting to date more than it is about him needing to fix Christopher's life and put everything back where it 'belongs'. Yet, we can't betray ourselves without our true desires slipping. Eddie always finds excuses to distance himself emotionally from the women he is with, and never allows himself to embrace the relationship long-term. He is never 100% invested —He wasn't with Ana, and he wasn't with Marisol.

A Shannon replacement is imposible to replicate; They were best friends before, grew to love each other—and the baby. They knew their weak points, even though they had been separated for years. It was a relationship where both of them were faltering reflection of the other. It was faulty, and recriminatory, and built on the deceit of first love. But also a place where Eddie felt seen, loved, and accepted, probably for the first time. Eddie saw Shannon as an escape from his parents who clearly held a grudge and disapproved of her.

And he keeps dating woman who are perfect, whom his parents would love and approve, who would love Christopher just as much as he does. —But it's not enough. Because they can be motherly but they cannot be Shannon; The person who broke him out of his shelve, who loved him, who gave him Christopher, who put him in his place, who called out his avoidant tendencies, who fleed when things got comfortable to take care of her drying mother, who came back into his life later and asked for divorce the day before she died.

He deluded himself enough with Kim until he realised she could never be Shannon. Kim was only but the shell of this person that he doesn't know.

Except. Well. Eddie does have that already in his life. So maybe the issue is not so much not being able to replace Shannon. But the fact that the space is already filled by someone else. —Someone who challenged him, broke him out of his shelve by asking about his son. He already has someone who looks out for Christopher; who listens to his quirks and worries—but mostly answers to every single one of them, treats him as an equal, thinks about in his spare time. He already has someone who he confides in to put in his will. He has someone who calls him out when he's out of place with a bunch of 'that's not how you talk about someone you're in love with' and 'I'm worried about you' and 'I could've talked some sense into you'. He has someone who is willing to step in in every way that matters and who owns up to it. Eddie has someone in his life who also died, woke up—this time; and chose to stay right where he was.

Eddie feels suffocated and looks to flee, because there's too much people. And it's simple really; Those hers aren't him. He is looking for a mother, and he is aware that nobody could replace Shannon—we see that in how he looks for people opposite to her. But Is he conscious that none of them can sweep the traces of Buck's fingertips all over his life, either?

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hey again, it's the whump asker. As a follow-up, yes, I have read that lesson, but I mostly got out of it just what not to do. I'm still not sure about the exact steps to take to subvert the stereotypes. I know you mentioned in the lesson that you can write violent scenes with Black characters (and actively avoiding doing so would be dehumanizing since violence is universal) but I'm still not sure exactly how to go about it.

Well, part of the reason I say what *not* to do is because that's a far easier list than telling you everything you can do 😅.

Also, there is something I say in all my lessons and I did say in this one in particular: watch Black media that contains the themes you want to explore, to see how to do it respectfully!

I recognize that that's not the easy answer you and many people may want. I do recognize that I frustrate a lot of people on here when my answer to them for this question is not "here's a list of all ways to not be racist", but "you'll have to learn what the stereotypes are, to then be able to practice spotting them, and by seeing that, you'll learn how to avoid writing them".

Those are the steps I have to offer! It really is just practicing media comprehension and analysis. You have not lived the Black experience, so that means you're gonna have to put in the extra work to practice. How can you avoid it in your writing if you don't know what it is, and cannot spot how subtly yet often it shows up? So try watching something you like, and see where the potential issues lay.

Unfortunately, there are as many examples of stereotypes vs subverting them as there are pieces of media with Black people in them. I could never (at least, not at the moment) give you a full list of every example. I'm sorry to disappoint you 😅. Tis the frustration of being Black and finding out they've found a new way to deliver an old insult every time you chance watching something.

@for-the-love-of-angst also offered a whump community that may be more helpful to you than I 🙏🏾

[ribbonedreverie]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Dazai x Ranpo – A Look at Their Relationship

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Ranpo does not like mysteries.

He does not like questions without answers, puzzles without solutions, riddles that stretch too long.

And yet, he keeps Dazai around.

Dazai, who is nothing but contradictions.

Dazai, who hides in riddles and smokescreens, who laughs when he should mourn, who disappears when he is needed and appears when no one expects him.

Dazai, who is unsolvable.

And worse—Dazai, who knows it.

“You’re annoying,” Ranpo mutters one afternoon, biting into a sugar-coated pastry as Dazai lounges beside him, long legs stretched over the couch, arms folded behind his head like he has nowhere else in the world to be.

“And yet,” Dazai hums, smirking, tipping his head back, watching Ranpo with lidded eyes that always seem to know too much— “you haven’t gotten rid of me yet.”

Ranpo scowls.

Because he should have.

He should have had Fukuzawa dismiss him the moment he realized the truth.

That Dazai is not like the others.

That he cannot predict him.

That Dazai is the only thing in this world Ranpo cannot instantly figure out.

Which, frankly, is infuriating.

“You’re just lucky I’m generous,” Ranpo finally mutters, licking sugar off his fingers. “Besides, every great detective needs a sidekick.”

Dazai snorts. “Sidekick? Me? I think you have that backwards, Ranpo-san.”

Ranpo turns his head, unimpressed. “Oh? Let’s check.”

And then, before Dazai can react, Ranpo reaches over—grabs the fabric of his coat and tugs.

Dazai barely manages a startled, “Huh?” before he is tumbling off the couch, landing in a heap of long limbs and theatrical distress.

“Nope, I was right,” Ranpo says with a lazy grin, “I’m still the main character.”

Dazai stays on the floor, sprawled like a fallen angel, hand dramatically pressed to his forehead.

“Oh, how cruel!” he laments, voice laced with mock agony. “To be cast aside so heartlessly! How will I ever recover?”

“You’ll be fine,” Ranpo says dismissively, taking another bite of his pastry. “You’re used to rejection.”

“Ouch.”

“Truth hurts, huh?”

Dazai peeks up through his fingers, pouting. “You really don’t love me at all?”

Ranpo flicks a crumb at him. “Tolerate is a better word.”

But the truth is more complicated than that.

Because Dazai stays.

And Ranpo lets him.

Because Dazai is the only one who understands.

Understands what it is like to live in a world where everything is too simple, where people are just pieces on a board, where existence is nothing but waiting for something to be interesting.

Understands the exhaustion of always being the smartest person in the room.

Understands that Ranpo does not solve mysteries—he simply sees the truth before anyone else does.

And Dazai—Dazai does not see the truth at all.

He only avoids it.

Ranpo doesn’t say any of this, of course. He doesn’t need to.

Because Dazai knows.

Because Dazai, for all his riddles and misdirection, still wordlessly plucks the unwanted pickles from Ranpo’s sandwich before passing it back.

Because Ranpo, without looking, will shove his half-empty bag of candies toward Dazai when the silence between them stretches too long.

Because Dazai will linger when Ranpo stays late at the office, his presence weightless but constant, waiting for him to be done before they leave together.

Because Ranpo, despite every protest, will let Dazai steal his space, his food, his time—without ever truly trying to stop him.

Because Dazai never asks if he can stay.

And Ranpo never tells him to leave.

“You’re sulking again,” Dazai drawls from the floor. “What’s that genius brain of yours thinking about now?”

“How annoying you are.”

Dazai laughs, soft and easy.

Ranpo sighs. Dazai is infuriating. Dazai is exhausting. Dazai is impossible.

But Ranpo lets him stay.

Because Dazai is a puzzle with no solution.

And Ranpo—Ranpo has never been able to resist an unsolvable mystery.

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@lyingistheway

It’s funny how, from just this little story, I feel like I’ve unraveled a whole analysis of their relationship—picking apart their dynamics, reading between the lines, and finding meaning in even the smallest moments. There’s just something so captivating about the way they interact, and I can’t help but get lost in it.

Thank you, truly, for your requests—for sharing your thoughts and visions with me, for trusting me to bring them to life in some way through my writing. It’s always such a joy to explore these moments, and even more so knowing they resonate with you. ♡

[kotegiris]

[Card Story - Shiro] Inheriting Life

Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 1

-Before daybreak-

One day a little after Shiro became a Devil Butler…

While it was still dark out… I suddenly woke up.

Not in the mood to go back to sleep… I went to the window and looked outside.

Out the window… I saw Shiro carrying his sword and heading to the forest.

> I wonder what he’s doing.

I was curious, so I decided to go after him. 

【Nearby Forest】

Step… step… step…

Shiro: Hm? You…

> Good morning, Shiro.

Shiro: ………Why are you here?

> I saw you and got curious.

Shiro: ……… Curiosity killed the cat.

Shiro: As long as you are my lord… Refrain from acting on your emotions.

> S-Sorry…

Shiro: ……… I am only giving you advice.

Shiro: I am not upset. 

Shiro: Do not be frightened and… Do not needlessly apologize.

> G-Got it.

Shiro was being harsh this morning, but… When I looked at his indifferent expression, he did not seem upset.

He has an intimidating air about him. I don’t know much about him yet.

> What are you up to?

Shiro: I haven’t done anything yet. I’m about to start training.

> At this time?

Shiro: Yes. Normally, I train at a later time, but…

Shiro: Today in particular… I felt like training by myself.

Shiro: If I train at a later time… …Bellen will come.

Shiro: If he sees me… He’ll say, “Let’s train together,” and persistently follow me.

Shiro: I had no other choice… Thus, today I woke up early.

> I-I see…

“But if you can train by yourself at this time, then why don’t you train at this time every day?”

That question suddenly came to mind. 

> Then why don’t you do this every day?

Shiro: ……Hmph. A good question.

Shiro: There is danger in the forest. The same goes for when it’s nightfall and dark…

Shiro: Some animals are also more active early in the morning.

Shiro: To avoid them… I normally do my training at daybreak.

> So that’s why.

Shiro: You… Don’t treat this like it has nothing to do with you.

Shiro: …Entering the forest this early in the morning…

Shiro: From now on, no matter where your curiosity may lead you… Do not enter the forest at dangerous hours alone.

Shiro: Understood?

> Y-Yeah.

Hearing that the animals are more active at this time…

I suddenly felt a little scared of the forest that I was currently in.

> ……… > (Following him might have been a mistake.)

Shiro: ………

Shiro: …Don’t be scared. I said, “Do not enter the forest alone.”

Shiro: There are no problems if you’re with me.

Shiro probably sensed that I was scared, so he told me that with a calm voice.

> Thank you.

Shiro: Let’s go. If we go a little further, there’s an open space ahead.

Shiro: I’ll do my training there.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and began walking.

I followed him from behind.

-A few minutes later-

As we walked through the forest, Shiro, who had been silent, spoke.

Shiro: Hey. Watch your step.

Shiro: In the middle of the path, there are flowers. Do not, by any means, step on them.

> O-Okay.

Just as Shiro said, there were small flowers blooming on the ground.

They were so small that if I just walked normally, I might have missed them…

Observing him from behind… I noticed that he paid attention to the ground and his surroundings as he walked.

> (He probably cares a lot about nature…)

While I was thinking about that… Once more, Shiro spoke.

Shiro: We’re here. This is the place.

Shiro: …Hmph. Then, I will start training.

Shiro: It’ll be bothersome to take you back to the mansion.

Shiro: So be quiet and stay close to me.

> Got it.

And thus… I ended up watching Shiro train.

-A little later- 

Shiro’s training was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but stare at him.

I lost track of time listening to the sound of him powerfully swinging his sword and watching him move so effortlessly. 

Shiro: ……Hah. That’s enough for today.

Shiro: It’s been a while since I was able to focus on training.

> Nice work.

Shiro: ……Yeah.

Looking satisfied, Shiro wiped his sweat and sheathed his sword.

Shiro: Now then…… I’ve kept you waiting. Let’s return to the mansion.

> Alright.

I reluctantly nodded, feeling a little disappointed I couldn’t spend more time with him.

At that moment… I suddenly heard a loud sound from the thicket close to me.

Rustle…

> W-What is it!?

Shiro: Don’t make any noises…

Saying that… Shiro protectively stood in front of me.

Shiro: I said that if you’re with me, there are no problems. Don’t tell me you already forgot.

> I-I didn’t forget… but…

Shiro: Then, don’t make any noises.

Shiro: If we make a racket, they will only be more cautious.

Shiro: …Don’t worry. You stay there.

> O-Okay…

Rustle…

Shiro: ………How unlucky of you.

The moment Shiro muttered that… A huge bear appeared from the thicket.

Huge Bear: Grrrr…

> A-A bear!? > I-It’s huge…

Shiro: …Listen. Do not move. Understood?

> Yeah… I won’t.

Shiro: ……Hmph…. Seems like it’s quite hungry.

Shiro: There are no signs of it being intimidated by us.

Seeing us, the bear came closer while drooling.

Huge Bear: Grrrr…

> …!! > (I-It’s coming towards us…!)

The bear seemed so intense that I unconsciously took a step back.

Chapter 2

Shiro: Hey. I said don’t move.

> S-Sorry…

Even as I said that… The bear came closer, swaying its huge body. 

Shiro: Do not leave my side by any means. Understood?

Shiro: If you try to run… you’ll die.

Shiro: If you don’t want to die, do not move from there.

> …Okay.

The bear was breathing heavily and seemed like it would pounce at any moment…

Shiro kept his gaze on the bear and quietly pulled out his sword.

Shiro: …You must be hungry before your hibernation. You’re quite agitated.

Shiro: ……Leave immediately.

Shiro: If you do… I will forgive you for baring your fangs at us.

Shiro: However…

Shiro: If you come any closer… I will show no mercy.

For a moment the bear seemed to hesitate, but…

As if to shake it off, it roared loudly and… With its eyes on Shiro, it pounced.

Huge Bear: GRRR!!!

> Shiro!!

Shiro: …So you’ve lost your reasoning…

Muttering that, Shiro moved towards the bear and swiftly swung his sword.

Swing…!

……Thud.

After the sound of his sword… Came the sound of the bear’s huge body falling to the ground.

> W-What just happened…

It all happened in an instant, and I couldn’t comprehend what I just saw… Dumbfounded, I stared at Shiro, who was splattered in blood.

Shiro: ……Don’t think badly of me. You should have left when I gave you the chance.

Shiro: No matter who it is, I will not forgive anyone who tries to attack my lord…

Shiro approached the now motionless bear and quietly closed his eyes.

Shiro: …Your life was taken by me.

Shiro: I will not let this life go to waste.

After he came up to the bear and closed his eyes for a moment… He turned to me.

He was covered in blood.

Shiro: …Are you injured?

> I’m alright…

Shiro: I see… Good.

> Are you okay, Shiro?

Shiro: A creature like that could never injure me.

> I’m glad…

Earlier, Shiro had faced the bear and closed his eyes, but… I wonder what he was doing.

Curious, I decided to ask him directly.

> Why did you close your eyes earlier…?

Shiro: ……I was praying.

> Praying?

Shiro: After taking a life, we Folk of the Valley will always offer a prayer.

Shiro: And as those who are still alive… We inherit that life.

> Inherit a life…?

Shiro: …Is it easier to understand if I say we “consume” it?

Shiro: The only two situations in which we would take a life are…

Shiro: When it's to protect our comrades or for sustenance.

Shiro: For that bear’s life too… I swore to inherit it as sustenance.

> So that’s what you were doing…

Shiro: Protecting comrades or for sustenance… For these purposes, taking lives is an unavoidable part of life.

Shiro: However… There are people like the Seiran family and angels…

Shiro: Who toy with human life and take them in vain.

Shiro: ……There is no such thing as a worthless life in this world.

Shiro: I will not forgive those who take lives so easily and unsympathetically… 

> Shiro…

Shiro: Of course, not only the lives of humans…

Shiro: But animals, birds, and bugs too… All lives are equal.

Shiro: There is no excuse for killing in vain.

> …Yeah, you’re right.

Shiro: …I’ve talked a little too much.

Come to think of it, ever since he entered the forest… He was walking while paying close attention to the ground and our surroundings.

(Flashback)

Shiro: Hey. Watch your step.

Shiro: In the middle of the path, there are flowers. Do not, by any means, step on them.

(End of flashback)

At that time, I listened to his warning and avoided stepping on any of the flowers, but…

Since he said that the lives of bugs are also important…

He may have been warning me so that I would be careful not to step on any bugs too.

> You’re very kind.

Shiro: …I only do what I think is right.

Shiro: Kindness or whatever you think… Don’t apply your values on me without my permission.

> ...Thank you for saving me.

Shiro: ………Hmph.

Even though he values life, he went as far as to take one to save me.

I felt a little sorry, but at the same time… I also felt a little happy…

Shiro: ……My clothes are filthy.

Shiro: Follow me. I’m going to wash the blood off.

> Okay.

After he said that, Shiro began to walk away… I hurried after him so that he wouldn't leave me behind.

-A little later-

Shiro walked without hesitation… And we came to a calm, flowing river.

Shiro: Normally… I would not do something so improper, such as removing my clothes in front of you, but…

Shiro: I cannot leave you by yourself while I wash my clothes.

Shiro: …Stay there.

> A-Alright.

Once Shiro saw me nod… He took off his top.

His body, coupled with his pale skin, was as beautiful as a sculpture.

However, more than his beauty… The strength from his well-toned body was more prominent.

Shiro: …………

Shiro: ……Hey. What are you staring at?

> U-Uhm…

I couldn’t tell him that I was admiring his body… Flustered, I looked away.

Shiro: ……Hmph. Well, it’s fine.

Shiro: …How long are you going to keep standing there for?

Shiro: Come closer.

> Huh?

Shiro: Sit near me.

Shiro: Unless… You want to be attacked by another wild animal like earlier. 

After saying that… Shiro began to clean the blood off at the river.

With my heart slightly racing… I sat down by his side. 

END

T/N: The flashback indicators are not part of the actual text, but I added it to make it more clear for people who are only reading this translation.

[asher-agere]

Sorry i come bacl sp soon, also sorry written very bad, only able to use one hand becajse of burn accident. May pe,ease request dad fyodor again? With a needy little who needshelp with basic stuff like showers or eating nd stuff dueto injury? . Thankypu sorry if am too annoying have a ncien day ^_&^

No worries! I am so so sorry this is taking me so long to get to, I apologize if you’re not able to enjoy it as much since I’m sure you’re doing better now… I hope your hand is ok though! And you’re never annoying so don’t worry about that!

Caregiver Fyodor + Injured Little

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† Fyodor is very much so the kind of caregiver that would rather just sit around, watching shows, reading books, that sort of thing! So he’s more than alright to just have a lazy day with his little one! He’ll prep all sorts of snacks, make a cozy blanket pile on the couch (Maybe even a fort if the little one asks super nice!), then just watch movies all day! I don’t think he’d want to watch cartoons all day, he’d get annoyed with things being repetitive. He’ll compromise though! That doesn’t mean no cartoons, just maybe every 5 episodes or so he’ll want to take a break. Then right back to watching whatever his little one wants!

† I honestly think Fyodor would love helping his little one with baths, it can be such a peaceful time! Firm believer of baths right before bed, he has so much nice scented stuff. I don’t think he’d get many bath toys without prompting, but if his baby showed interest in something he’d get it instantly! Though if his baby is injured he’ll try to discourage playing, both to keep the injured area dry and to avoid movement. He doesn’t want his little one hurting! He’ll set up some candles, classical music in the background, and just gently talk to and praise his baby the whole time!

† Fyodor is a really good chef! He doesn’t cook that often, but he’ll do it for his baby! He’ll set them in a chair with him in the kitchen as he cooks, bring then some toys to play with (He’s definitely not strong enough to carry them, especially not while also cooking). When it comes to eating he’ll feed them to! He especially likes feeding younger regressors when he gets to just hold a bottle in place for them, but of course he’s also happy to help an older regressor! He has wipes on standby and cleans them up after almost every bite. Is this efficient? Not really. But he doesn’t mind

† Fyodor is very insistent that his baby won’t be doing any work. They’re injured! He can do everything for them. He completely controls the environment, with scented candles, music, blankets, clothing. Everything! He’s making it the ultimate comfy environment for his little one! If they need anything he’s up to get it before they even get a chance. I think he’d make full use of swaddling techniques! If his baby is bundled up so tight they can’t even move then he knows they won’t be putting in unnecessary effort! He doesn’t like leaving his little one alone, but he doesn’t want them leaving bed, so if something needs grabbed he’ll leave them for a short period of time!

† Rest is the best thing for a healing little one! Of course there’s lazy days, just watching movies and laying in bed. But Fyodor is often trying to encourage sleep on days his little one feels bad enough to need a lazy day. He plays gentle classical music, he’s also happy to play his own on his cello. He’ll make plenty of warm milk to feed to his little one out of their favorite bottle, or a sippy cup if they’re a bigger kid! Plus as I’ve said before I think Fyodor loves to use candies, they can give soothing scents plus it’s a much more gentle light than a bright LED. And for rest time you want gentle light!

† While rest is important, so is activity! Fyodor isn’t a very active person, but he’s willing to put in effort if it’s for his little one! His favorite form of activity is taking walks in a park! He likes the peaceful atmosphere, and if his little one feels up to it he’ll encourage them to run up ahead of him to ‘scout things out’. Of course he already knows the park is completely safe, but he takes any chance he can get to encourage his little one to get more activity. Especially if it sneakily allows him minimal activity of course. He has to take rests on benches and stuff, but he’s always content to explain parts of nature to his little one or ask them to go find things for him!

† For serious injuries Fyodor will find the best doctors, making sure his little one is getting the best care to help them feel better as quick as possible. However he prefers to just research to help on his own! Doctors can be scary, especially for a little baby! Plus Fyodor doesn’t trust someone he doesn’t know very well, especially not with his little one. He prefers to just call a doctor for guidance, not even taking his little one into the scary doctors office! Of course if he has a trusted doctor he’d be much more open to it, but in the end it’s up to his babies preference! If they say no doctor he’ll do everything in his power to avoid a doctor

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Emotional burnout is rough guys- I’ve felt better for the past few days but still had no energy to write ٩(๑`^´๑)۶. But I’m back! Fun experience I want to share for my PJSK players… I was doing co-op earlier and the opposing team had TWO of the Akito 1 star… I was like haha that’s dumb. THEN THE SONG WAS IFFUUDOUDOU? Like. The power of that card… (Also I’m tiering again because it’s fun and I’m in the top 3000 :3)

[DNI ID: A light purple box with a dark purple border. To the left is an image of Fyodor, to the right there’s a rat and a pair of decaying angels wings. Dark purple text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts”. End ID]

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe, This is the full original image:

According to the Tumblr post I originally snagged it from, it's an early piece of promotional artwork, meant to depict Keith as the series's central character. Shiro is shoved into the background, presumably to illustrate that he was intended to fulfill a Doomed Mentor role.

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

Quick, what about c!Tommy always needing to fiddling with something in his hands because it’s soothes him? And he used to chew on his sweater and nails but c!Tubbo went ‘Nope, not on my watch’ and made him a ring toy he could chew on without hurting his teeth.

And if you’re for the hybrid demon c!Tommy headcanon, him and c!Ranboo sometimes chirp at each other happily, both their tails wagging.

(Tubbo has no idea what they are saying or if they actually understand each other, but they’re bonding and he’s happy about that)

c!Tommy having the instinct to chew on things will never not be one of my favorite headcanons, I like to think the habit started when he was still a little lad; which is why it's so soothing to him.

"loving to the point of invention" is SO c!Tubbo and no one can tell me otherwise!!

I'd be willing to bet money that c!Tommy would forget about the ring when he's too deep in thought and will instead just chew whatever is in hand, including someone else's hand. c!Beeduo have horror stories and scars to prove it.

When Michael started teething, everyone thought it was because of c!Tommy and the fact Michael had already started copying a few of his other behaviors (including his resting angry face, funnily enough). It took c!Ranboo actually doing research via asking c!Phil for them to learn it was normal.

I think it'd be so funny if c!allium duo did chirp at each other but only one of them was actually communicating and the other was just mindlessly chirping, and I can't for the life of me figure out who would be who. Like, one of them think about how cool it is that they're able to communicate with their hybrid sounds despite being different species and the other being extremely happy to just mindlessly make and copy noises.

[spotaus]

Hi guys, this is usually what a doodle page ends up looking like <3 (oh, and @ancha-aus thought you might like this! Not writing but certainly fuel to my fire lol-)

This one is New Age filled!!! (Close-ups abd Lore beneath the cut!)

1) Night and Cross!

Night is actually very clingy once he's a teen. He doesn't usually realize it, but around the castle he'll snake to be closer to his Knights so long as there's no one he needs to keep his composure infront of is nearby. Cross is the one who's not used to physical touch (when it's not Ink ofc) so Night in his personal bubble makes his heart melt but also scares tf out of him <3

2) Error and Night's Meeting!

Error was carrying his whole life on his back and trying not to get arrested for unintentional property damage at this point, so when he saw the chance to get back at his brother and prove he was strong enough? Yeah, he got that on chance instantly. And was VERY smug when Nightmare chose him. (Also, Error is wearing gloves, so less Haphephobia)

3) Dream and Blue designs!

I think these are good tentative designs! Dream probably has a more regal fit, but he likes to play up that rugged exile look- He's inspired by Archers, while Blue takes on that classic Knightly-vibe. Their equipment is mostly stolen from Night's troops or brought with them from Blue's home kingdom.

Also, Dream is approx Killer's height at this point, shorter than Cross and *much* shorter than Apple!Nightmare. (Hc that Skeletons tend to be tinier in stature thanks to weird monster beauty standards. Horror and Geno's fam are outliers.)

4) Horror and Dust designs!

Horror is naturally a very *large* monster. He's very malnourished when Nightmare meets him, but by the time he's a Knight Nightmare has made sure that's no longer the case. He actually loves comfy, simple clothes, but to play up the whole 'strong mysterious' bit he wears a more barbaric Knight's garb. He doesn't mind acting scary, it's more fun that way :]. Dust is very very small, and envies horror sometimes for his size, but his tiny stature let's him control his body and move a lot quicker. He's very much based on a rogue, and usually covers the lower part of his face w/ a black cloth, and the upper part w/ his hood or mask. Dust only removes both to bathe, eat, or relax in a safe location. (Ignore that I can't draw the stupid gaster blaster lmao-)

These last two were space-fillers, but Cross and his Borzoi (Windmill, otherwise known as Milly (Killer named her-)) and really bad first wips of Ccino! I think Ccino was a chubby, happy toddler, but lost a lot of 'weight' (bone mass? Magic?) due to stress and pressure and bad eating habits. So it isn't until a while after the Coronation that he starts to relax abd feel safe enough to eat normal meals (Nightmare used to guilt him into eating snacks together, but as his boss (and younger brother) he can encourage it more often). By the time Killer shows he's still not quite healthy, but he's better. As more weight is lifted off his shoulders, the better he is. (That 'beauty' most people saw was a more stereotypical slimness, but Killer never stopped seeing Ccino as beautiful-) I think he never looked traditionally underweight, so no one noticed, and it was only much later that Night processed it. (And maybe it's why Dream hardly recognized him later on-)

[gideonisms]

THE number one most irritating thing about life is deciding when you're meant to speak or make eye contact and when you're not, and for how long and how many phrases you're meant to say at a time