#As they did make it quite hard to make this post

[mastermark1960]

I turned out to be a very successful, middle class, hard working, and patriotic American. I did not drink Pepsi as I preferred Coca-Cola but did everything else that is listed in the post. Being successful is a mind set. Going to collage dose not make you smart. Most collage graduates, 73% don't utilize the degree they graduated with, are buried in loans that make them poor for a lifetime. It is amazing how many collage graduates look down their nose at me because I quit school at 18 and joined the United States Navy. I scored a 99 on the ASVAB. The USN signed me up for the Nuclear engineering program. Again you are either born smart or not and no amount of schooling can fix stupid.

[heartsforsav]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 NECTAR OF THE GODS . . . ! ۶ৎ ⠀ᰋ

𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 & 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 grayson x cowgirl!reader

cw. . . fluff! (and brief mention of mark getting hard. sorry not sorry.)

synopsis. . . how mark and nolan act when they have a pretty!country thing by their side !

notes . . . my first post!! i couldve added more butttt oh well.

NOLAN GRAYSON

nolan has had plenty of partners in his lifetime. he likes to mix it up, having partners that are similar can be so boring… and when he sees you, clad in your little scuffed cowgirl boots with dainty ribbons hangin’ off the side, he grins.

you are sure as heck pretty, and sure as heck somethin’ he hasn’t experienced before!

he’s got to get to know you.

he doesn’t understand how accents work. especially one so … country. that honey dripped, sweet western accent of yours has him confused.

the silly little metaphors fallin’ from your mouth? has him in a whirlwind. the fuck does “save a horse, ride a cowgirl” mean? is that a thing?

a lot of the time, he doesn’t quite get what you’re trying to say to him, but the look on your cute face just has him going along with it. he’ll figure out what you meant eventually.

you’ve never met a man so intimidating before. big and burly build, salt ‘n pepper hair. what a dilf! he’s definitely like.. double your age (little did you know, he’s 2,000 years old) but you find it endearing, in a way.

once the two of you start dating, it’s sweet. he hasn’t had a relationship like this one before. it’s new, it’s fun.

you teach him new things, new phrases that he never says in the right context, and it doesn’t quite flow of the tongue like yours does. but he’s trying!

one time you even dressed him like a true cowboy. clad in straight jeans, some boots and a cute lil hat!

you pull him in by the jean loop and he’s cheesing. dimpled smile. he definitely does that to you every time you wear jeans around him now. he loves it.

but he doesn’t quite like the hats. they’re big, and weird, and uncomfortable and just a pain! whenever he tries to kiss you, he gets hit in the face with the brim of it. he’ll lift it from your head and throw it across the room like a frisbee.

if you have a farm… omg. cutest thing ever seeing him learn how to take care of your sweet little animals. horses, cattle, maybe even some lamb…cutest thing ever.

he gets used to this life. learns the way of a true country man.

he likes the outfits that come with it. besides those fuck ass hats, he’d never like those. but the small little shorts, the tees, and the pretty lil sundresses.

he’d never dress like that though. never in the thousand more years he’s got left.

honestly… i don’t know how the dynamic would work with his super heroism. i don’t think you’d necessarily like the fact, but it’s got its pros. like the things from all over the world he gets you, oh you love that little deet.

but you miss him too much. you’d spend time with your animals so you don’t seem as lonely, but having him there with you, helping feed the chicken and rowdy up all the animals. it was nice! you’d gotten used to it.

when he gets home, he definitely makes it up to you. makes you forget all about why you were upset in the first place.

MARK GRAYSON

mark probably met you through school or some BS. he doesn’t ever go to the western states… so it’s kinda hard to think of a time where you’d meet besides school.

maybe when he was stopping some big bad villain in your area, and had the pleasure of saving little ole’ you!

then when he saw how pretty the girl he was saving was, he tripped on his own feet.

but then it’d have to be long distance… and boy that would suck. finding time between his home life, school life (before he dropped out of college), being a hero, and traveling to see you. it’d be hard.

sooo maybe it’d be easier if you just went to school together. and he got to see you every day, all dressed up and sticking out like a sore thumb (in the best way possible, he thinks.)

just like nolan, the phrases … uhhh they’d boggle his mind. he thinks they’re silly. hearing it from your mouth just makes sense, as if you took the words right from his mind that he hadn’t yet thought of!

if you were to still have some farm animals he would be the BEST helper!!! seriously, he’s so kind to animals. babying them and smiling all kiddish at them. he helps name them, too. his favorites are probably the lambs since they remind him sooo much of you! can u tell i love lambs or if u had a tiny lil bunny. your twin

when he told his friends about you (more like full on ranted) it was a shock. a western sweetheart in their state? crazy. but they see how mark would like someone like you. as sweet as sugar and as pretty as a flower! william was like “wtf?” when mark started his first outburst about you, confused as to how he even met you, but he gets it when he sees you. definitely someone mark would like, he takes note of.

trying to dress mark like a cowboy would take a lotta convincing. “i dunno, i don’t think i’d look good like that..” “oh, trust me, you would! c’mon, darlin’!” he’s blushing profusely as you top him off with your signature hat. he puts his hands on his face and shakes his head. “this is not my best look.” “nonsense!”

he definitely prefers it on you.

he’s like living his best white picket fence dream with you! with the addition of a whole lotta animals that he didn’t quite expect for him, but he loves it even more

the nicknames have him in a chokehold. they fall off your tongue so easily, so quick, takes him a sec to process it. and when he does he does a little lovestruck cheesy smile.

he loooves the bows! you practically put them on everything (especially his biceps, which makes him sport a chub in his pants) they look so pretty in your styled hair!!

the sundresses are his favorite. taking you on a sweet picnic in some flower filled field, hair curled and makeup done. he packs some strawberries, your favorite, and you bring some iced tea that has way too much sweetener in it than need be. he brings you a bouquet even though you’re surrounded by a plethora of flower buds. the frilly dress you have on with your chestnut brown boots. swooning. drooling. obsessed. loves it.

he just loves to constantly bring you flowers. it’s like, one of his favorite things to do in the whole wide world! seeing your dimpled smile and blushed cheeks! as pretty as a doll.

seeing you do one of those funny mechanical bull rides with a cackling laugh has him achingly hard but that’s a discussion for another day.

he’s def the most likely to have a cowgirl girlfriend. i just envision it for him !

[smutcentralx]

Yes sir

SIMON (GHOST) RILEY x FEM READER

MASTERLIST

summary you and ghost never saw eye to eye, your always clashing and you both basically can’t stand each other, but one day you pushed it a to far….

warnings smut, age gap, enemies to lovers if u squint hard enough, oral(f), slight brat taming, slight angst, cunninglingus, squirting, overstimulation

a/n ahh first fic i’m so excited hopefully you guys enjoy it, if u did dont forget request are open! There may be a few typos i missed but i will be editing soon i just really wanted to post this gem :)

Lieutenant Simon Riley…i think it was fair to say he was considered as your rival. You were also a lieutenant but for some reason he liked to treat you as if you were a lower rank and that’s what really gets to you. You always thought he was some controlling misogynistic stereotypical price of shit.

You were thinking of possible ways to avoid him due to your altercation you both got into earlier. He was being a dick trying boss you around making you do 10 laps and as many push ups you could do. He was torturing you and the kicker was that he secretly enjoyed it to.

“Try to squeeze your stomach in more, you planks are lazy”. You gritted your teeth response but still followed orders in response knowing damn well he was smirking under the mask. You’ve started to realize that he doesn’t understand how much he pisses you. It’s either that or he just doesn’t give a shit. His calm nonchalant demeanor really annoyed the hell out of you. and you were reaching your breaking point…slowly.

“I don’t see you doing any planks, would you like demonstrate since you’re such an expert” you gave a fake smile with a sarcastic tone and rolled your eyes. He grunted in response ignoring your tone.

Much to your surprise ghost slowly took off his tight black shirt that was already defining his beautifully toned body. He pulled it over his head from the bottom up and boy was that a sight to see, you were basically drooling forgetting that you disliked him at the moment. You couldn’t lie and not come to terms that he has the hottest body you have ever seen. He was so big to so that didn’t help you.

“I’m flattered love but eyes up here” Ghost smirked knowing damn well about the little affect he has on you. “With the way how talk to me i would’ve never thought you’d beating eating with your eyes like that” he laughed deeply. You looked up embarrassed and your face grew hot when realization hit you hard. Ghost caught you staring at him.

You made up some bullshit since you know you can’t lie yourself out. you cleared your throat awkwardly “listen your an asshole still but i was staring at your scars, like id ever want a piece of you” you laughed a little to hard while taunting him. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I bet your ugly under that mask too aren’t you” you smirked as you stood up. Ghost let out a deep breathy laugh while he stood up and stepped closer to you so that he was towering over you dripping in dominance. “Quite the opposite love”. You rolled your eyes “yeah okay buddy” You scoffed and you pushed a little more “plus i bet you haven’t even made anyone woman cum grandpa you definitely awful in bed”.

Ghost hums deeply “Who said anything about that, sounds like your just thinking about getting laid” his eyes darkened slightly but you ignored it. “Everyone wants to get laid, i definitely know you don’t simon.

Oh now you’re really pushing it. Ghost doesn’t enjoy being called Simon. He stepped closer to and and snaked his hand in your hair and slightly tugged you head back “don’t call me that again love your playing with a lot fire right now”. “What are you gonna do about it if i did simon”.

Ghost was not satisfied with your response and it pissed him off even more. He released his hold in your hair and dragged you by the arm towards his room. Since john and gaz were on a mission soap was the only one on base with you two. Your stomach was doing backflips and excitement was surging through you body.

Yo knew how much you hated ghost and you wish you mean what you said but deep down you wondered if he was good in bed. The loud slamming door shook your thoughts away “What’s your problem?” your eyebrows raised as you crossed your arm over your chest. “I told you not to call me that love” he narrowed his eyes at you and started to walk closer to you.

“I can call you whatever i want”. You rolled your eyes as you nervously stepped back until your rear hit the desk behind you. There was no escaping this. Ghost sighed long and hard. “Not my fault you don’t like your own name”. Ghost laughed deeply “Never said i hated it, i like when they scream my name instead”.

You blushed deep red at his comment not expecting this to take a turn but you weren’t mad at it either. “It’s just like you said, I’ve never made a woman cum before or would you like to test that theory sweetheart”. He challenged smirking under his mask. God he can read you like an open book.

The air got caught in your lungs and for once you didn’t have a comeback. He grunted amusingly “Thought so, i’ll take that as a no. You couldn’t even handle me even if you tried love”. He chuckled and began walking away. Before he could even get far you grabbed his wrist. “Wait” you whispered softly embarrassed at yourself. “Hm what is it speak up use your chest”. “Let’s put that theory to the test and see if you’re really full of shit”. You challenged him back.

“Much better, i’m gonna fuck that little attitude outta you. Once im done with you, you’ll be begging for it everyday”. You shuddered slightly, his words had your head spinning. He stepped closer to you and you gasped softly as picked you up with one arm easily and sat you on the desk.

Ghost pulled his balaclava up till it sat of the bridge of his nose and you could clearly see that smug ass grin on his lips. “What are you staring at?” You were honestly shocked, he had a nice set a lips and you could already tell he was attractive

“You have some nice ass lips, just wonder if you ever them to use”. You smirked. He grunted in response and ignored your comment. He leaned in closer towards your ear and whispered “Enjoy it while you still can” his voice was so deep and you felt a damp spot forming on your clothed cunt.

You whimpered softly when felt his hands roaming your body. He was teasing the fuck out of you for a long dreadful 5 minutes and you couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s got you squirming so much hm?”

he asked observing your movements knowing damn well about the affect he has on you. He payed attention to detail, he was learning what made you tic and squirm. “P-Please ghost” you whispered lowly. Your wasn’t listening to you and you did not want to give in.

“Please what love i can’t hear you?” he smirked into you neck and he gripped your hips and he left a trail of kisses up and down your neck. “Please ghost please touch me” you gasped out roughly.

It took you this long to understand how touch deprived you were and you felt so hot under his touch. Ghost was putting on a show, his eyes were confused “Touch you where? Use that mouth of yours like you were earlier, go on i know you can do it for me pretty girl”.

Your head swirled at his words, being called pretty girl made your brain fuzzy and it definitely threw you off. You leaned against his office desk in the dim lit room. All of a sudden he freezes his actions of teasing your body.

“Take it off” he ordered. “Take what off?” you questioned since you obviously didn’t know what he was asking of you.

He leaned in and caged you between both of his arms, looked you up and down and with his husky tone “You know what i’m talking about sweetheart”. “Go on” he said eyes filled with complete desire.

You blushed realizing he was talking about your top and bra. You furiously followed his order and stripped you shirt. cursing at yourself for looking so desperate but your body wasn’t listening to you. You tried unclasping your bra but you were too nervous to do it.

Ghost started at you with a taunting gaze. He was challenging you and it was really turning you on instead of pissing you off.

You shifted uncomfortably the cold air grazing your hard nipples while ghost was practically drooling at the sight oozing with dominance. He straightened up and slowly grasped onto you left boob massaging it with enough force as he played with you nipple on the right.

You whined at the feeling but oh it felt so good and he barely even started. “Look at you, I had my theories but i knew deep down you knew what your body really wanted”. He said with pride dripping from his voice. You just knew he had a smug ass face.

Even though it should piss you off odly enough his words made ur arousal drip into your panties. You can feel his hot breath against your nipples as he sucked and licked them as he trailed down to your core.

Your body shivered in excitement as you felt his hot breath against your clothed core. He effortlessly took your pants with your underwear off. You gasped softly and the sudden exposure. Ghost kneeled in front of you legs that were now spread nice and wide for just for him.

“All this for me, who would’ve thought”. He smiled smugly his cockiness was through the roof. You looked away embarrassed. “No no no that won’t do, eyes on me”. Before you could even respond you his rough younger against you clit.

You couldn’t help but moan softly in response. His arms were holding your hips down as you laid against the desk fully submitting to him. He began to lick long teasing licks up and down. “Let me cum please” you moaned out choking over your words.

“Good girl”. he grunts out as he mumbled into you wet pussy. Your tight hole clenched around air at the praise. His tongue was the best thing you have ever felt, you were in pure bliss. Your body was reacting to every movement his tongue did.

He sucked on your swollen precious clit with just enough pressure to have you moaning out his name. His tongue was fucking your aching pussy as you arched back feeling that familiar coil tighten in you belly. “That’s it, cum for me love”.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body fell limp as you saw stars. Your mouth forming an o shape with the words to follow. You moaned loudly and shook as he continued to suck on your swollen clit and lapped up your sweet juices. “Knew this cunt would taste sweet”.

You look down and met his eyes watching your every movement and facial expression. His smug smirk on his face made you drop in arousal even more. The way how he talked you sent electricity through your body.

He dove right back down into the mess he made of you and he sucked on your sensitive bud. You whined softly because of the overstimulation. He slid in a finger with ease since you were soaking wet. You never knew a mad could work so much magic on your body.

You gasped and moaned loudly as he began to hit that sweet spot you know so well. “Yes, yes just like that s’good”. He hummed in response as he worked on your aching cunt. The vibrations ran all through out your body. You eyes widened due to the immense pleasure.

You slightly panicked due to a weird feeling and you felt like you were going to burst. You whined out due to the sensitivity “Ghost- fuck simon wait i’m-“ he slid in two fingers gracefully. Fingers gliding in and out like butter due to you slick from you arousal. You moaned loudly and whined softly due to the pleasant intruding feeling into your aching wet hole.

“Fuck simon just like that”. He grunted in response gaining confidence from the sweet noises he was pulling out of you as he began palming himself through his tight jeans.

Your belly gained that weird unfamiliar feeling once again and your hand flew to his wrists attempting to stop him but he wouldn’t budge and continued working hard on your wet sloppy cunt.

You moaned out breathlessly stumbling over you words as your body shook from the immense feeling begging to be released “F-fuck simon stop give me a second”. “Mhm” He moaned deeply into your cunt the vibration ran through your core.

“Go ahead love cum on my face.” “Fuck oh my god” You moaned loudly as this unfamiliar feeling and it was creeping up fast and ghosts takes note and his speed quickened at a wicked pace. Fingers abusing that soft spongy spot buried in your sweet cunt.

Your body shook as you tried to back away ghost held you in place. His strong form wasn’t allowing you to move a single muscle and you were forced to just take it. The sounds of your arousal turned you on even more.

You were panting and begging for that release as it built up more and more. The coil in your belly snapped. Ghost moaned into your now dripping wet pussy as he tasted the sweet juices pouring out of you. You managed to gasp for air as his lips left your cunt.

You couldn’t even register would took place but you had a pretty good idea. The realization hit as you realized what you did. “Oh my god fuck i’m so sorry”.

“Did you just squirt on my face?” He questioned eyes gleaming with pride as he asked amused. “S-shut up” you covered your face due to the major embarrassment.

He was quick to grab your wrist and remove the from your your face. He leaned down and you both exchanged a deep hungry kiss still shaking from your two amazing orgasms.

Ghost lowered himself towards your ear as he still held your wrists “I’m gonna need you to show me that a few more times love”. He released you and pulled his shirt over his head his exposed mouth still dripping with your slick as he licked his lips.

Turn around “he ordered”

Crazy to think that the man who you tried to avoid just gave you the best orgasms of your life. Who would’ve thought Lieutenant Riley could make you squirt.

Oh but of course you followed his command. “Yes sir”

[emblemxeno]

Hey, thanks for accepting my anonymous ask and fixing that on your dashboard. Posting this here to publicize:

Why do you think so many people misunderstand Fates as a story and just dismiss the whole thing as trash without looking into what it's actually saying? Because it has much of his context only made apparent to people who dig into it and actually interact with the game, or that it somehow gives too bad of a first impression for most people? I'm really trying to figure it out, but it reminds me of how the entire internet wanted to convince you Dragon Age: The Veilguard is badly written; works that are actually quite competently written but the entire gaming sphere has just written off as schlock irrespective to its merits, because I cannot really think of another game aside from that which had the same level of bad PR as Fates did that is frankly unjustified.

In our DMs, your reply was:

Fundamentally, I don’t know what people are on when criticizing Fates story. A flaw in the game’s narrative is that important details are hidden in subtext and implication, or are only given few lines of dialogue, which isn’t the most typical of a JRPG. So they majorly resent that for some reason, instead of just seeing that as something that can easily be addressed.

Do you mind elaborating with examples? Both because I want to publicize what was intended to be anonymous and because I want to hear if you have any examples of what you mean by this. Because I very much agree, I just want to confirm if we're on the same page.

Off the top of my head, not really, lots of stuff is swimming around. But I'll try.

-Implicit stuff, like Iago highlighting how Elise and Xander are the most upset by Corrin defecting to Hoshido, for example, is foreshadowing how those two specifcally are the Nohriran royals most prominent in Birthright.

-Mikoto's pacifying barrier is the same as Azura's pacifying song, because they're both Vallite royalty, which descends from Anankos who has the power to influence people's hearts

-Mikoto can forsee the future because that's a power Anankos has, and he passed his blood to Vallite royalty.

-It makes sense that Leo can pull a random magic warp book out of thin air, because it's been established he's the most fearsome mage in Nohr, and Iago has done similar stuff already

-Iago is the one who made Takumi and Elise sick, having had contact with both of them after the former fell into the bottomless canyon (afterwards, Anankos made Takumi a spy through Garon, hence leading to Iago) and the latter after Iago appeared in the Rainbow Sage chapter before directing Corrin's party and Ryoma's ambush in Macarath.

-The divine weapons choose their wielders since they're inhabited by spirits, but they're also handed down and competed for through the royal lines. Sumeragi wielded Raijinto, Mikoto passed down Fujin Yumi, Garon used Siegfried and possibly also Brynhildr in the past.

-As a result of their upbringing, the Nohrian royals are extremely hesitant to defy Garon. Elise's mother never properly loved her, Leo and his mother had a bad relationship, and Camilla says she was used as a tool. Even Xander, didn't have a proper relationship with Garon, due to the burdens of being crown prince (and the fact that Xander had to work really hard to get where he is) and the chaos that the concubines caused. They want stability, and when someone threatens that, be it Corrin leaving or Garon being targeted, they react badly.

-Nohrians value utility, being a military based country. Their classes often wield mutliple weapons, as there's no time or resources to specialize, and they have more mounts and proper heavy armor. Hoshido has the resources to be more daring, to specialize, or have more whacky classes like Blacksmith and Basara.

Nohr can't be picky, so they use thieves for their archery force, while Hoshido trains actual archers. Hoshido is more spiritual, so they have priesteses and monks as their healers, while Nohr has servants and mounted healers for utility.

Hoshidan retainers are groomed for their roles, and often get them through bloodlines or connections. Nohrian retainers are gutter trash, literal nobodies, and former criminals, and all they have to do is prove themselves in a fight.

Further on, the other recruits. Hayato is renowned tribal spellcaster, Benny is a feared commoner knight. Charlotte is a nobody who wants to be popular, Rinkah is a princess who values solitude. Nyx and Orochi both suffered from bad reputations, but Nyx is a mature woman trapped in a young body, while Orochi is outwardly mature but internally mischievous. Kaden is a cleanly, magnanimous fox with a secret vicious side, Keaton is outwardly rough and grimey, but has a soft, puppy dog side.

These parallels, intricacies, and tidbits are all implications that you can reach after just an hour thinking about it. This is the exact same kind of stuff that people write/post/blog about for other games' casts, especially Three Houses. It's just that Fates isn't afforded that because of a rough localization and infamous controversy.

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

Being Mauvika's younger brother who survived 500 years in the abyss

This is basically the prolouge/outline for what I'm writing. I wanted to post this and see how people liked it. I'm gonna try to finish regardless, but in case I don't, I at least wanted this posted

You'd think that you'd get used to having a sister like mauvika. Pretty much everyone loves her and has something great to say about her. After all, she's the child prodigy, Natlan's sun and the Pyro archon, and who were you? You're Rehua, the oh so moody younger brother of Mavuika and older brother to Hine

Unfortunately, you're quite the outlier in natlan given how waspish you can be and having a delinquent like demeanor which ALWAYS causes someone to pick a fight with you and they ALWAYS get thrashed with it all getting capitalized by your not so positive relationship with your big sister. It's not like you hated her or were even jealous of her as a bunch of idiots kept asserting. She just annoyed the fuck outta you at times, on top of her constantly bothering you during moments where you wanted to be left alone, looking back you wouldn't be surprised if she had a brother complex you already think she has a sister complex towards Hine.

When you were younger, you weren't sure why, but she made you feel so uncomfortable at times. You know she cared about you and didn't want to hurt you. That never stopped the feeling from persisting though

You being called moody wasn't just some random label or insult people sadled you with, they're are many days that you actually have fun being with Mavuika and Hine just being normal siblings but on others it was hard to even be in the same room as her without being annoyed on some level. This unfortunately only got worse when she became an Archon, and people started dogpilling you about how you interact with your sister. Let's just say those idiots brave enough to try to lecture and corral you were lucky to only leave with black eyes and shattered pride since the ones who tried to push the issue got broken jaws instead

You're parents didn't help the situation since they noticed your attitude towards your big sister and of course you were “in the wrong or just being a contrarian, she's hasn't even done anything to make you treat her this way” it honestly always hurt to have your own feelings on the matter be disregarded like that

It's just, how could you enjoy being around her when you can so clearly tell that she's so willing to relinquish anything she holds dear for Natlan and its future. It made you feel like everything you'd built up with her meant nothing, you just felt so insignificant.

I guess that's why you were the only one who wasn't shocked when she told your family of her plan to head 500 years into the future. All it did was confirm that you were right, unfortunately.

After that you avoided her like the plague and when you did talk to her you just gave her the cold shoulder, and of course eventually she’d finally had enough of your attitude and tried to force the issue, most people would probably be intimidated by her with this approach they'd probably kowtow to her, thing is you weren't like them since for one you've never once been scared of Mavuika and two there's one thing about you that has always remained a constant, it's doesn't matter who's doing it, whether it's a Monster, Archon or a family member the only person in existence allowed to push you around will always only be you. So when she thought that she could intimidate you into talking to her well that sparked a fight and a big one that you ended up losing and in the aftermath she still tried to press for an answer fracturing your already fragile relationship further

Still you decided to at least let her know a little of how you felt and left her with the words, “what's the point in trying to talk things out with someone who's just going to discard me like a broken tool”,and with that you left ignoring the devastated look of her face,soon after that conversation she'd left on her 500 year journey to the future then a few years after at the age of 19 disappearing off the face of teyvet and into the depths of darkness known as the abyss

You have no idea how long you'd been in this place, it's not like you've got anyway of keeping track of time all you can really do is fight and sleep which is kinda good but still you were bored like super mega ultra bored

So when you'd suddenly felt something new happen in your surroundings, you pretty much booked it towards where felt was the epicenter and it was there that you'd meet the person who'd eventually become your fellow student and sparring partner(punching bag) the boy who would eventually be known as Childe

@thequietkid-moonie check it out

[xi-vz]

Shang Qinghua is a strategic and logistically smart guy who is good with numbers. He gets a full ride to some prestigious school overseas. One that’s globally renowned. But, even though school is covered, food and bills aren’t. And his dad forgets to send him money for months at a time.

So he stacks up on 5-6 classes per term to graduate as soon as possible (he wants to take more, but his counselor won’t allow it.) He works part time at the school bookstore—which gives him a discount on school supplies and whatever snacks they sell.

And think, he’s a native Chinese and his first language is Mandarin, and English is hard but he’s getting by! He is! Just gotta grin and bear it and things will get better!

The struggle is fucking real.

During one of the school holiday breaks, he snaps. He spends the day sobbing, burnout is a thing. There’s so much studying! And he can barely afford to keep the lights on, and he’s so hungry all the time! And he doesn’t have any type of social life! And fuck his dad for not helping more (he feels guilty for thinking that.) and fuck his mom, too (that one he doesn’t feel bad about.)

He winds up writing as a sort of cathartic therapy. (He’d love to go to real therapy, since the school offers it free for students, but he doesn’t have the time.) He spends his entire break writing, and before he realizes he’s written 100 thousand words. And what’s odd? It’s…good. It’s actually really good. His little Luo Binghe is going through the same shit as him, but unlike SQH, LBH will flourish! And so what if LBH was a self-insert? That secret was between SQH and God.

Afterward, he writes between classes, at work, while doing homework, while in the shower, before bed. He’s almost possessed by this story, and he can’t stop.

He graduates a year early, gets offered a job in Hong Kong, and heads back to China.

SQH hates his job. He hates it with a passion. He hates his boss most of all. Suddenly An Ding Peak is born. This is the peak of worker bees. Underappreciated and overworked, it’s a thankless, soulless, job. It’s why in-book SQH betrays everyone. For real, fuck those guys!

The writing continues! Now he’s at 400k words.

One night, while on a bender after a really bad day, SQH decides to post the first chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way on a whim. Under a pen name he made up in middle school that still makes him giggle.

He forgets all about it, passes out and rushes to work the next day hungover. It’s not until he’s about to sleep that night that he sees that he became the number 1 best seller on the website. And…wait…how much money did he just make for one chapter?! So, he posts the second one.

By the chapter ten he quits his job.

By the chapter ninety he sort of regrets it.

By chapter four hundred he feels like he’s back in college.

By chapter four hundred and four he’s pandering to fans and doesn’t care anymore. Airplane who? The man is dead inside.

Seriously, SQH was 25, and he was a shut-in writing Wuxia fiction. (It was supposed to be a danmei, but he changed his mind when he realized what’d sell more.)

The only drive he has now is to finish this damn story. Once it’s done he could move on to something else. Something he could be true to himself with. Something that would make Peerless Cucumber worship the ground he walks on!

Too bad SQH dies as soon as he posts the final chapter. (And imagine his surprise when, decades later, he sees little white lotus Binghe…wearing his old body’s face. But, that’s a story for another time.)

[meadematales]

~Where It Hurts~

The path to us - chapter 1 ➡️Masterlist

--August 12, 2022--

The chill of a London morning settled over the damp asphalt of the Arsenal training ground. It was the first day of pre-season. Grey clouds hung low over the pitches, heavy and unmoving.

Viv stepped out of her car with the kind of precision that spoke of avoidance. Every movement was deliberate. Her hood was still pulled over her head, even though the rain had stopped half an hour ago. A small sports bag hung from her hand. Her strides were long and confident.

She walked toward the entrance without hesitation, her breath even, calculated. No nervous fidgeting. No slowing down. This was her club. Her home turf. But today, it felt unfamiliar. A bit like a childhood street you haven’t walked in years. The familiar lights and sounds were still there, but it felt different.

At the entrance, Renée, the head coach, nodded at her. Her expression was kind but reserved, as if she understood that too much warmth might feel like intrusion.

“Good to have you back, Viv,” she said simply.

Viv gave a curt nod. “Yeah.” Her voice came out rough, like it hadn’t been used much lately.

Inside the changing room, it was quiet. Most of the squad was already on the field. A few players lingered, lacing boots, adjusting tape, speaking in low voices that stopped when she entered. Viv nodded at a couple of them. Lia offered a small smile, warm but not pushy. Like someone trying to hand you a cup of tea without asking if you’re okay. Viv appreciated the effort, even if she couldn’t return it.

She changed quickly. Training kit on, boots tied. Her eyes fixed on the floor just past her toes, not quite present. The bench beside her was empty, but her memory filled it anyway. That spot used to be taken. Jokes. Laughter. Loud playlists and the crinkle of Haribo packets. It was her safe space. Now, only silence. No one next to her. That spot next to her had belonged to Lisa, her ex-girlfriend. Her transfer to West Ham, barely a month old. The breakup was even fresher. Sixteen days to be precise. Viv inhaled slowly through her nose. Exhaled. This empty spot next to her remembered her of Lisa. It was too fresh to pretend it did nothing to her.

The last few months had already started to feel different, though Viv hadn’t wanted to admit it at the time. Lisa had grown quieter, more distant in ways that were hard to name but impossible to ignore. The little rituals—post-match milkshakes, shared playlists on the bus, forehead kisses before bed—had faded, replaced by vague excuses and tired silences. Viv kept brushing it off, telling herself it was just the stress of the season, the uncertainty of transfer rumours. But looking back, the signs had been there. A slow, quiet unravelling. Like standing on a frozen lake and only realizing the cracks when it’s too late to turn back.

A sudden whistle pierced through her thoughts, sharp and commanding. “Training in 5 minutes everyone!” one of the coaches called. The shuffle of boots on tile, the rise in chatter, the click of lockers. Viv blinked and looked up. The session was about to start.

Minutes later, she walked onto the pitch, silent and stiff-backed. She skipped the warm-up instructions, diving straight into shuttle runs, pushing harder than necessary. Her legs burned, but she welcomed it. The heat, the effort. It dulled the rest. This was exactly what she needed to get out of her mind.

On the far side of the field, just past the cones and bibs, sat a buggy. A soft babbling sound carried across the wind, too quiet to make out, but rhythmic. A toddler voice, half-language, half-music. The child was playing with a stuffed elephant, waving it like a wand. Beside the buggy stood Beth, jacket slung over one shoulder, blonde hair tied into a messy ponytail, calm in the kind of way only people who had made peace with chaos could be. Her gaze drifted toward Viv, lingering, curious. Not judging, just watching. Viv saw her looking and turned away. She didn’t like people watching her. Especially not people who looked like they knew something she didn’t. And that was just the way Beth looked at her. Beth kept looking at her. Viv felt it, even as she had turned away.

She had nothing in common with Beth. Yes, there was one thing, they were both single. Although that was still too painful for Viv to really admit. Viv did not have a child. Viv's character was the complete opposite of Beth's. Viv is quiet, introverted, serious and a bit awkward. Beth is exuberant, a chatterbox and a joker. She respects Beth, for how she does this — raising a child —all by herself, but the way she felt Beth looking at her felt weird. Why would she looking at her like that?

Somewhere in the background, Alfie laughed, high, unfiltered joy, and for the first time that day, something in Viv shifted. Only slightly. But then, Renée blew the whistle, and immediately Viv felt exactly as she had been feeling all morning —or actually, how she has been feeling the last few weeks— a vague feeling filled with frustration and sadness.

Sprints. Cone work. Passing drills. Viv gave everything she had. She felt the need to by physically exhausted. She didn’t need this training session for football reasons, she needed the punishment of it. Where her teammates joked between stretches and drills, Viv kept her eyes low and her pace high. Every touch of the ball was precise. Her shots were almost aggressive. They were the kind of shots that warned others to keep their distance.

From the sideline, Leah shot a glance at Beth, eyebrows raised. Beth gave a slight shrug in return, but her gaze didn’t shift from Viv. Her eyes hadn’t left Viv since before Renée blew the whistle. There was something magical about the way she moved. Not in a graceful way, but as if someone was running away from something.

Before joining the training session, Beth bent to tighten Alfie’s in the buggy. He was munching on half a banana, watching the players run across the pitch like it was the best cartoon he’d ever seen. Occasionally, he squealed when someone kicked a ball too hard. Viv didn’t notice. She was in her own world, fighting her feelings.

A few minutes later, during a passing drill, she turned a ball too fast and accidentally clipped Katie’s ankle.

“Easy, Viv,” Katie muttered, limping slightly.

Viv didn’t respond. She reset the ball and passed again. Cleaner this time, but still with too much force.

Renée whistled the drill to a close. “Water break. Breathe, people.”

Viv walked off to the edge of the field, not toward the team’s circle. She leaned against the fence, bottle in hand, gaze unfocused. She didn’t notice Alfie’s buggy standing next to her. Beth looked over from the team circle and saw Alfie reaching out for Viv. She didn’t say anything, she just approached them. Again, Alfie stretched his arms toward Viv, his little banana-covered fingers reaching out.

When Beth arrived, she chuckled “He’s obsessed with legs lately. Yours are probably winning.”

Viv looked over and gave Alfie a smile. Alfie giggled at the interaction. Then, something like amusement flickered in Viv’s expression.

“I don’t usually score with toddlers” she said dryly.

Beth laughed, the sound light but edged with something unreadable.

“He’s got good taste,” she said, brushing a crumb from Alfie’s cheek.

Viv shifted her weight, her smile softening as she looked at the two of them. Then Viv straightened, eyes back on the pitch. “Well, tell him I’m flattered,” she added, tone breezy, but her hands had curled into the sleeves of her jacket.

A silence fell, not awkward, but unsure. Two people hovering near a line neither of them had drawn yet. Viv’s gaze dropped to Alfie again. He grinned at her through banana cheeks and kicked his feet against the buggy bar.

“Cute.” Viv murmured.

Beth tilted her head. “You sound surprised.”

“I’m not around kids much.”  Viv responded.

“Well... he loves attention, you better get used to it.”

Viv huffed a quiet laugh.

Then the whistle blew again, cutting the moment short. She turned back toward the pitch. Beth called softly after her, “Ease into it. You will sort it out, everything will be okay.”

Viv didn’t respond, but she did look back over her shoulder. Just for a second, and somehow the rest of the training session felt lighter, more free.

---

The canteen was bustling with post-training chatter as the squad filled up their water bottles, grabbed snacks, and swapped stories of the day’s drills. The usual clinking of plates and cups echoed through the room -but today, Viv’s presence felt more like a ripple in the background than a part of the noise.

She stood at the counter, eyes scanning the array of snacks, but none of it seemed appealing. The fact that she was here at all felt like the first strange choice of the day. Her hand hovered over the granola bar section, but she couldn’t bring herself to grab anything.

She could feel the pull of her thoughts -the swirling, unfinished conversations that hadn’t been had. She hadn’t been able to talk to anyone properly to someone after the breakup with Lisa. Lisa was now her ex. That fact had not yet landed with Viv. Before the summer break she was always near Lisa. Even at the club they were always together. In the canteen they chatted with teammates and had the greatest fun. The teammates are still there, but Lisa isn’t.

The laughter at the lunch table still sounded the same, but it didn’t reach her the way it used to. Every corner of the club held some echo of Lisa —her voice in the gym, her footsteps in the hallway, her name tag was still hanging in the dressing room. Viv kept her head bowed, sat down at an empty table, and pretended not to notice all the empty spaces next to her.

Then, a small, distant voice broke through the whirlwind of her thoughts.

“Cookie!”

Alfie’s delighted shout echoed from across the room.

“Cookie!”

Viv looked up sharply as Alfie’s voice came closer.

Beth was now standing at the end of her table, trying to balance a steaming cup of coffee in one hand while holding Alfie in her other arm. He was wriggling, eating his cookie. His little face lit up with excitement at seeing Viv.

"Hey, Viv," Beth said with a soft, almost apologetic smile, as if she hadn't expected the way Viv looked up after hearing Alfie's voice.

Viv blinked, unsure of what to say. But before she could open her mouth Alfie saw an opportunity and wriggled free of Beth’s grasp. Beth let him on the floor and Alfie stood up. He toddled directly toward Viv, with the determination only a one-year-old could have. He took three wobbly steps before losing his balance and tumbled gently onto the floor.

Beth winced but didn’t move to pick him up right away.

Viv was surprised but instinctively knelt down and reached out her hands just in time to catch Alfie’s small body. He blinked up at her, his eyes wide with curiosity, and then smiled —a gummy, half toothless grin that could melt glaciers.

“Oi,” Beth called out gently, “you okay?”

Viv didn’t answer right away. She just held Alfie for a moment, letting the tiny weight of him settle against her chest. Something about this -the softness of it, the unexpectedness- caught her off guard.

“I think he’s okay,” Viv muttered, half to herself. She helped Alfie back up, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “But you might need a few lessons in balance.”

Alfie giggled, his arms still stretched out toward her. His tiny hands grabbed at the sleeve of Viv’s jacket, tugging gently as if he were claiming his territory.

Beth chuckled from behind them. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said with a smile. “He’s got a mind of his own and he loves attention.”

Viv glanced up at Beth, meeting her eyes for the first time in the canteen. There was a softness there, an openness. No judgment. Just warmth.

“He’s...” Viv started “He’s... different, cute.”

Beth raised an eyebrow. “You mean like.. not a robot?”

Viv let out a small, genuine laugh. “Yeah. I’m used to things making sense - straight lines, clean corners. He’s not that.”

Beth stepped a little closer, still cradling the coffee cup in her hands. “Most of life isn’t straight lines,” she said gently.

Viv wasn’t sure how to respond to that. So, instead, she simply nodded, feeling the soft weight of Alfie tugging on her sleeve.

Another beat of silence passed before Beth spoke again, her voice a little quieter. “If you want to grab a coffee sometime, just to talk or whatever... I’m usually around.”

Viv hesitated for a moment. But something in the way Beth offered it so casually, like it wasn’t some forced invitation, made Viv pause.

“I might take you up on that,” Viv said, her voice quieter than usual.

Beth smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “No pressure. But if you ever need a second pair of ears, I’m good at listening.”

Viv caught herself. The urge to close up, to push the offer away. But instead, she found herself staying still.  

“Maybe we can talk about... football,” Viv said, the first part of her sentence much easier than the rest. She wanted to say something else, but she just couldn’t.  “I haven’t physically been able to talk about much else. It all hurts like hell.”

Beth nodded, that same gentle smile on her lips. “I get that.”

With Alfie now satisfied, he let go of Viv’s sleeve and gave a little yawn, rubbing his eyes. Beth chuckled softly, her gaze shifting to Viv. “He’s getting sleepy. I should probably take him home soon.”

Viv watched as Beth gently scooped Alfie up into her arms again. He didn’t protest, just snuggled into her, trusting and at ease.

Beth paused, meeting Viv’s eyes one last time. “I’ll see you at training tomorrow.”

Viv gave a small nod in return. “Yeah. See you then.”

--The next day, after training--

The sun was dipping behind the training centre windows by the time the session ended. The usual buzz of post-practice chatter filled the locker room, a playlist echoing from Leah’s phone, the hiss of showers turning on, boots thudding against benches.

Viv sat alone at the far end, back against the cold metal of her locker. Her hair was still damp, tied into a messy knot. She hadn’t changed out of her base layer yet. Her kit bag lay open by her feet, half-zipped, like she’d started packing and forgotten to finish.

Everyone else had drifted into easy conversation —inside jokes, weekend plans, talk of upcoming matches. She could hear snippets. But she wasn’t listening. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the water bottle in her lap. One, two, three. The rhythm of someone trying not to think.

She didn’t hear Beth until she sat down two lockers away. Not too close, not too far. Just near enough to be a presence. Viv glanced over, her body tense, like a deer clocking a movement in the woods. Beth didn’t say anything right away. She just bent to untie her boots, slow and methodical.

Alfie was with the physio staff now, happily being bribed with crackers and a plush lion. Beth had warned them. He'd try to reorganize every roll of tape in alphabetical order —or what he believed was alphabetical order, which mostly involved animal sounds.

Viv’s eyes drifted back down to the floor.

Beth finally spoke, her tone casual but quiet.

“You looked good out there today. Sharp.”

Viv let out a breath. “Too sharp. I nearly took Leah out.”

“Eh, she’ll live. Might even thank you for the edge.”

Silence again.

But Beth wasn’t really waiting for a response. She was just there. Like an open door no one was asking Viv to walk through, but one that didn’t slam shut when she didn’t.

Viv’s voice was low when she finally said, “I hate being this disconnected.”

Beth looked over. “From the team?”

Viv shook her head. “From myself.”

Beth didn’t flinch at that. She nodded, as if that wasn’t something too heavy for a locker room at 4 p.m. on a Thursday.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “That’s a brutal kind of silence.”

Viv turned her head slightly, eyes tired. “You know it?”

Beth nodded. “More than I’d like to admit.”

She didn’t elaborate. Didn’t need to. The tiredness in her eyes said enough. Sleepless nights, solo parenting, the sudden left turn life can take without asking for permission.

Viv looked at her for a moment, “It’s weird,” she said. “Being surrounded by people... and still feeling like you’re nowhere.”

Beth gave a small, sad smile. “It’s not weird. It’s grief.”

Viv blinked. “I didn’t say I was grieving—”

“You didn’t have to. I can hear it in the way you talk. I can see it.”

Viv’s shoulders dropped a little. That word —grief— hung in the air like a fog. It wasn’t just about losing Lisa. It was about losing the rhythm of their days, the comfort of what used to be normal. It was the ache of a future that suddenly looked different. A version of herself that no longer existed.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment.

Then, Beth reached into her bag and pulled out a half-eaten protein bar. She tore it in two and offered half to Viv.

Viv stared at it.

Beth shrugged. “It’s not therapy, but it’s peanut butter and it’s not terrible.”

Viv hesitated. Then, slowly, she took it.

Beth didn’t push. She just leaned back against her locker, her head resting on the cool metal, eyes closing for a brief second. Viv watched her for a moment, then did the same. For the first time in a long while, the quiet didn’t feel quite so loud.

---

Viv turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open to her flat. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that used to feel like peace, but lately felt like absence.

The faint sound of her footsteps echoed against hardwood as she kicked off her trainers and dropped her kit bag by the door. The lights stayed off for a moment. She stood there, coat still on, the low hum of the fridge the only noise.

Finally, she flicked on a lamp. Soft, yellow light spilled into the living room.

Viv peeled off her hoodie and sank onto the couch, resting her head back. She exhaled slowly, as if letting out something she’d been holding in since the moment she got up that morning.

She grabbed the remote. Scrolled aimlessly through the home screen. Football highlights. A documentary she’d watched twice. A baking show she never quite got into. Nothing felt right.

She turned the TV off again.

Instead, she got up and walked to the kitchen. Filled the kettle. Waited for the water to boil like it might reveal an answer. The silence wrapped around her again.

Her thoughts drifted to Beth. To the way Beth had sat beside her in the locker room. Not pushing her, just being there. To the way that peanut butter protein bar tasted a little more real than anything else lately.

She poured the tea, let it steep, then walked back to the couch and curled her legs beneath her.

Her phone buzzed once on the table. A text.

From Beth: “Alfie says thanks for yesterday, for catching him before he could fully fall. He insists you’re his new best mate. No pressure.”

Viv stared at the screen.

Then, her thumb hovered and tapped out a reply.

To Beth: “Tell him I’ve never had a better mate.”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself. Then set the phone down. She smiled, just barely. But there was a smile, a real one.

[koyagifs]

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You smiled, doing your best to hide how giddy you felt as you adjusted Jongho’s tie. He looked at you with such love and adoration, his hands slipping to your waist as he pulled you closer. You let out a soft squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck just as he leaned down to kiss your lips.

His hands slid lower, gripping your ass with a confidence that sent heat rushing through you. You gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he lifted you with ease. Your back met the wall with a soft thud, but neither of you noticed—too consumed by the way his mouth moved against yours. You smiled into the kiss, breath hitching when his lips parted yours with a low, satisfied hum. Somewhere between your eager hands tugging at his shirt and his fingers digging into your thighs, his once perfectly knotted tie slipped from his collar and fell to the floor, forgotten—just like everything else that wasn’t him.

Jongho sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist as he leaned over to grab the forgotten tie lying on the floor. He turned just in time to catch a glimpse of you walking toward the bathroom, your silhouette bathed in the soft morning light. A smile tugged at his lips—fond, content—until a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his head. He winced, the smile fading as he brought a hand to his temple, fingers pressing into his skin like it might ease the pressure building behind his eyes.

Flashes of memories surged through his mind—too quick, too fragmented to make sense of. Colors, voices, feelings—gone before he could grasp them. He flinched, breath catching in his throat, only to find you standing there, watching him with a confused expression. Something about the way you looked at him made his chest tighten, a strange sense of dread curling low in his stomach. But he shook it off, blaming the unease on the pounding headache still echoing in his skull.

" are you okay Jjongie?" you asked.

Something about your tone was too sweet—almost rehearsed. Too perfect. But he shook it off. Forcing a soft smile, he reached for your hand, gently pulling you toward him until you stood between his legs. His head rested against your stomach, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers found their way into his hair. The comfort should’ve been grounding, but a part of him still felt adrift.

"I'm fine..." he murmured, though even he didn’t quite believe it.

You walked him to the door, slipping the briefcase into his hand before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled, warm and effortless, and gave you a small wave as he stepped outside. The morning air greeted him, cool and crisp, but it was the weight of your gaze he felt most. As he slid into the car and started the engine, his eyes flicked up to the window—there you were, watching him. Still. Unmoving. You didn’t look away until he turned the corner and disappeared from view.

Jongho sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of him. The cursor blinked steadily, waiting—but something about it felt... wrong. Off. The colors were too saturated, the words too sharp, the whole thing almost too perfect. Like a replica of what it was supposed to be.

Fake.

"Hey man, you arrived late."

Jongho jolted in his seat, a breath of relief escaping his lips as he turned to see Mingi standing there, brow furrowed in concern.

"You good?" Mingi asked, stepping closer. "Did Yn give you a hard time about the baby again?"

Jongho blinked. His heart skipped.

"...Baby?"

Mingi laughed, the sound light—but to Jongho’s ears, it rang hollow. Almost too perfectly timed. Too rehearsed.

“Yeah? You told us just last weekend how you and Yn have been arguing about trying for a baby.”

Jongho stared at him, his mouth slightly open, but no words came. His pulse quickened, a quiet buzzing starting in the back of his skull. Last weekend? He couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t even remember talking about a baby—let alone arguing about one.

“I…” he started, his voice low and unsure. “I don’t remember that.”

Mingi’s smile faltered, just for a second—but it was enough. That flicker of something behind his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it came.

“Long night, huh?” Mingi said casually, clapping a hand on Jongho’s shoulder. “Maybe lay off the late wine dates with wifey.”

But Jongho didn’t laugh. He just sat there, the weight of something unexplainable pressing down on him, while the computer screen kept blinking like it knew something he didn’t.

Why can’t he remember last weekend?

Fuck.

Why can’t he remember last night? He blinked rapidly, trying to conjure even a scrap of a memory—but it was like reaching into fog. There was nothing solid to hold onto. Not the scent of dinner, not the warmth of Yn’s voice, not even the moment he fell asleep.

And then it hit him.

He doesn’t even remember how he got this job.

His breath caught in his throat, the blood draining from his face. His skin turned cold.

What the hell is happening to me?

Without a word, Jongho shot up from his desk, the chair screeching against the floor. He stumbled into the hallway, nearly knocking into someone on his way, but he didn’t stop. His feet moved on autopilot, eyes focused ahead. He didn’t even notice the two pairs of eyes following him, wide and terrified. They shared a brief, silent glance before both rushed toward the CEO’s office, clearly anxious.

Jongho splashed cold water onto his face, the shock of it barely cutting through the fog clouding his mind. He leaned heavily on the sink, his hands gripping the edge as his breath came in sharp, shallow gasps. The pounding in his head returned with a vengeance, a sharp, insistent throb that felt like it was trying to split his skull open. He hissed in pain, his nails digging into his scalp as he clutched his head, trying desperately to ground himself.

What is happening to me? he thought, his body trembling as the world seemed to tilt around him. The mirror in front of him distorted, his reflection flickering as if it wasn’t quite... right.

His heart raced, chest tightening, as his thoughts spiraled—things didn’t add up. He couldn’t remember. The feeling that something was wrong, something huge, gnawed at him. But what?

A harsh memory flashed like a lightning strike, so sudden and jarring that Jongho’s knees buckled beneath him. His body crashed to the floor, the cold tiles beneath him grounding him in reality—if only for a moment.

“God fucking damn it, Jongho!” the voice echoed in his mind, sharp and full of pain. “For once, can you just man the fuck up and admit you fucked up?!”

The words hit him like a physical blow. His breath caught in his throat, and the vision of you, standing there—tears streaming down your face, your expression torn between anger and hurt—brought a sharp sting to his chest. He could feel the weight of that moment, like it had just happened yesterday, yet he couldn’t place why it felt so fresh, so raw.

Jongho scoffed, his mind trying to distance itself from the emotion rising within him, but it was useless. The memory gripped him, suffocating him as he sat on the floor, hands trembling.

What the hell did I do? he thought desperately, trying to piece the fragments together. Why can’t I remember anything?

When Jongho finally arrived home, the familiar sight of you setting up the dinner table hit him like a punch to the gut. The soft clink of plates and silverware echoed in the quiet room, and for a moment, he stood frozen by the door. His heart thumped against his chest, each beat louder than the last, like it was trying to break free. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, as if he could will himself to stay grounded in reality.

But everything felt off. The scene before him—the warm, cozy setting—should’ve been comforting, but instead, it made his stomach churn. The way you moved, the soft sway of your figure as you placed the final touches on the table, felt distant, like it belonged to a version of reality he wasn’t sure he could trust.

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the anxiety clawing at his throat. The last thing he wanted was to bring the weight of his confusion into this moment, into this space that had always felt like home.

You didn’t notice him at first, your back to him, focused on your task. But the second you turned to face him, the smile that tugged at your lips seemed to falter, just for a split second.

"You're late," you said softly, but there was something in your eyes, something he couldn’t quite read.

"Sorry, Hongjoong kept us a little longer for this project," Jongho said, the lie slipping off his tongue effortlessly, almost too easily.

You hummed in response, your hands moving to take his coat off as he stood there, rooted to the spot. The soft rustle of fabric sounded deafening in the silence, but it was the pictures on the wall that really caught his attention. Each frame seemed to hold a different version of him—a version of them. He stared at them, the images blurring at the edges, but something felt... wrong. They didn’t feel like his memories. Not anymore. They looked too polished, too perfect, like they were taken from someone else’s life.

He shifted his gaze quickly, unwilling to meet the eyes in the photographs for too long, but the feeling lingered. The weight of the air around him grew heavier, the walls feeling more like a cage than a home.

You finished hanging up his coat and looked up, your smile warm but slightly... off. "Dinner’s almost ready," you said, voice soft, but the edges of it felt like they were scraping against him.

Jongho swallowed hard. "Yeah, I... I’m starving."

Your leg bounced nervously under the table, each subtle movement a sign of the anxiety creeping up your spine. You tried to focus on your own food, but every time you glanced at Jongho, he was picking at his plate, moving his food around absentmindedly. His usual enthusiasm for a meal was completely absent, and the way he kept avoiding eye contact made your stomach twist.

Something’s wrong.

It wasn’t just the silence or the way he seemed lost in his thoughts—it was his eyes. There was an emptiness there, something that made your heart race with a wave of fear you couldn’t ignore. He was being too obvious now, and the longer the silence stretched between you, the more your worry gnawed at you.

"Jongho..." you started, your voice trembling despite your attempt to keep it steady. "Are you okay?"

He didn’t respond right away, his fingers fiddling with his fork, eyes darting toward you but not quite meeting your gaze. His hesitation sent a rush of fear coursing through your body, an unfamiliar coldness settling in the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah," he finally murmured, but the words felt hollow, as if they didn’t belong to him.

"Why don’t we go shower?" you suggested softly, trying your best to keep your voice steady, though the underlying fear was still there. "I’m sure a nice hot shower would help you relax."

You tried to make it sound casual, a gentle hint, but your heart was pounding in your chest. Something about his behavior, the way he seemed so distant, so... unaware, made it harder to maintain your calm facade. It felt like you were speaking to someone who wasn’t quite Jongho—but who was this stranger in front of you, eating your dinner, wearing his familiar face?

Jongho looked up at you, his eyes unfocused for a moment before he nodded, a small, almost robotic gesture. "Yeah... a shower sounds good," he mumbled, his voice far quieter than usual.

The lack of enthusiasm, the absence of his usual spark, only deepened the pit of fear in your stomach. You knew him better than this, and whatever was going on, it wasn’t right.

You stood up slowly, trying to read his expression as he followed suit, but the moment felt off. Like he was there, but wasn’t really present.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you turned to face Jongho, your eyes wide with panic. Fear gripped your chest like a vice, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t sure if you could breathe. The terror in your gaze hit Jongho hard—something about the way you looked at him, like he was a stranger, sent a shock through his veins.

Before he could react, you rushed to turn on the shower, the water hissing as steam began to fill the air. You shoved him, hard, your hands trembling.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jongho?!" you hissed, your voice barely a whisper, laced with desperation. "You're going to get us killed!"

Jongho stumbled back, eyes wide with confusion, his face contorting as if he couldn’t process what was happening. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he hissed back, his voice sharp, defensive, but it wasn’t the Jongho you knew. His words felt distant, wrong—like they were coming from a version of him that didn’t belong here.

He took a step toward you, but you took a step back, your breath ragged and your heart hammering in your chest, so loud it drowned out the sound of the rushing water. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to run, to get away, but you couldn’t. You were trapped, both of you, in this twisted version of reality.

"You can't remember, Jongho. You're not supposed to," you hissed, the words slipping out like venom. Your voice shook with a mix of fear and anger, but underneath it all, there was a deep, bone-chilling terror.

Jongho stopped in his tracks, the confusion on his face morphing into something darker. “What the hell are you talking about?” His voice was low, dangerous, and it sent a cold shiver up your spine. "What did you do to me?"

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart. Every word felt like a weight pressing down on your chest, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking. You knew he wouldn’t understand, not yet, not until it was too late. But the truth... the truth was something you couldn't—wouldn't—say aloud. It would break everything. Break him.

"It's not what I did, Jongho... it's what you did."

His brows furrowed in confusion, and for a moment, you could see the struggle on his face as he tried to piece together what you were saying. And then, without warning, it hit him. Another wave of memory crashed over him—too fast, too raw to fully comprehend.

He was no longer standing in the bathroom. The familiar tile and shower steam faded, replaced by a stark, cold, sterile environment. His feet were planted on cold concrete, and the sharp scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils.

He was in a lab.

Mingi and San were beside him, their faces serious, their bodies tense. He could hear their voices, but they felt muffled, distant. They were looking at something—or someone.

You.

Your body lay in a tub, wires and tubes tangled around you, hooked up to machines that beeped and hummed with cold precision. The pale, lifeless form that should have been you, but something about it felt wrong. Like a shell. The flickering lights above cast strange shadows over the scene, and a chill crawled down his spine.

His hand, steady but trembling, held a clipboard, the paper rustling as he jotted down notes.

"Vitals seem to be regulating," he heard himself say, his voice flat, clinical, detached. "We should be ready to move on to phase 4 here soon."

He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. His hand shook slightly as he looked at the clipboard in his grip—what the hell was this? What was this phase? And why couldn’t he remember any of it?

His heart raced, the world around him spinning as his mind struggled to make sense of the fragments. He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real. It felt like a dream—no, more like a nightmare.

"What the hell... is this...?" he muttered under his breath, his voice cracking as he looked at you—the you in the lab, the one lying there, unresponsive, like a puppet with no strings. His vision blurred, the memory tugging at him like a cruel joke, yet everything felt too real.

"Seonghwa should be able to hook you up to the stimulation by next week then," Mingi cheered, his voice brimming with a false, almost gleeful excitement. "Hongjoong would be so pleased to see this finally working. We're going to be huge, Jongho!"

Mingi’s words hung in the air, and as they echoed in Jongho’s ears, they sent a wave of nausea through him. He couldn’t grasp what any of this meant. Why were they so... cold? Detached? Why were they so excited about something so horrifying?

"This is just normal, let's be honest," San muttered angrily, his arms crossed, his expression tight with frustration. "What Jongho had discovered was because of Yn."

Jongho’s heart stuttered. Yn. His mind recoiled, but he couldn’t let go of the truth. Something wasn’t adding up. What had he discovered? Why was everything so… clinical? So controlled?

"Yeah well... she’s dead, so I'll take the credit," Jongho muttered back, his voice lacking the warmth, the humanity, it should have carried. It was harsh, cold, and entirely too comfortable in the context of this nightmare. She’s dead.

The words hit him harder than he expected, like a punch to the gut. He wanted to flinch, wanted to reject it, but there was no escaping the truth that was slowly unraveling around him. The fear, the guilt, the weight of everything he had done hung over him like a suffocating cloud.

The image of your lifeless body in the tub, surrounded by wires and tubes, became sharper in his mind. Dead. Was it really you? Or was it some twisted mockery of you, the real you buried beneath all of this?

The room seemed to close in on him as his vision blurred once more, and he found himself gasping for air, the weight of his own conscience pressing down on his chest. What had he done to you?

Jongho let out another hiss of pain, his hand clutching the edge of the sink as his knees threatened to give out. His vision swam, the bathroom light above flickering like it was trying to match the strobe of chaos in his mind. Every breath was sharp, shallow—like his body was warning him to run, even if he didn’t know where to go.

His ears rang, but beneath the static, he could hear them.

Voices.

Mingi?

San?

"He’s waking up! Quick—get Seonghwa and Yeosang!"

The voice crackled like a broken speaker, muffled and sharp all at once. Jongho gripped the sides of his head, as if that would somehow block it out. But the voices pushed through, pressing against his skull like needles.

"Holy fuck—did she just… she basically exposed us?! She’s not programmed to—Mingi, she’s not supposed to know!"

That voice—San—panicked, furious. And Mingi, his tone a mix of disbelief and fear: "She shouldn’t be capable of that. I don't—I don’t know how she bypassed it!"

Jongho’s breathing turned ragged, his eyes wide, pupils dilated. The fluorescent lights buzzed violently above him. The mirror flickered. For a moment, he saw the bathroom glitch—walls warping like pixels, the room rippling like a bad signal. Then it was normal again. Almost.

His stomach turned.

Programmed.

Bypassed.

Not supposed to know.

You. Yn.

His throat dried out. A metallic taste filled his mouth. Something in him screamed to run, to escape—but from what? The voices? The lie? Or the truth?

The door behind him creaked.

He spun around, ready to defend himself—only to find an empty hallway stretching on too long, the lights humming, the shadows darker than they should be.

"Jongho?" Your voice.

Too sweet.

Just like this morning.

His heart stuttered.

You stood at the edge of the hallway, wrapped in the same robe from earlier—but your face was different. Not visibly, not physically—no, it was something in your eyes. Something knowing. Something… watching.

“You weren’t supposed to remember,” you whispered.

And then, just as suddenly—

Everything froze.

You. The hallway lights. Even the flickering mirror.

The only thing that moved was Jongho, gasping like a man trapped underwater.

And a voice—calm, mechanical, unfamiliar—echoed inside his mind:

“Cognitive breach detected. Resetting subject memory.”

He opened his mouth to scream—

And everything went black.

[brodorokihousuke]

I finished Danganronpa 1 !!!

…Well, I did last night. But it was late so I didn’t want to make any posts or anything.

TL:DR is I enjoyed it quite a bit. I have gripes, of course, but nothing can be enjoyed without criticism.

Had a lot of fun liveblogging about it on my discord server (thank you to all who gave me pointers/watched me lose my mind!) but I kind of missed the experience of Tumblr liveblogging, so, now presenting… my Danganronpa sideblog, @brodorokikiyotaka (I’m very funny)! I know this is technically my personal blog so I can put whatever I want here, but… I like theming and organization, so.

Longer review under the cut for those who are interested. For everyone else, have this meme I might as well post somewhere other than my server.

0/10 Kiyotaka dies

Okay, okay, I’m being dramatic. I think him dying made me care about him more, anyway. Made me think a lot about how character death can be used more as a tool… Maybe more Ace Attorney characters should die lmao. Different setting/scenario, but still.

Anyways yeah, I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Considering the only exposure I had to the first game (and the series in general really) was watching someone play the first two cases (and only remembering details from the second chapter for some reason) eons ago, it was really fun just… experiencing everything mostly blind.

The characters were fairly compelling, and I liked most of the dialogue. Oh, it was so refreshing to have characters be able to actually swear… Yeah, some of the humor is. Wow! But it’s so occasional that I didn’t really mind (and I’ll admit some of the raunchy jokes got a laugh out of me). It only really got on my nerves when I had to deal with Toko a lot but that was only really around the end of the game.

The gameplay itself was really engaging, especially regarding the trials themselves. It felt way more fast-paced than any Ace Attorney game, and getting things right first try felt incredibly satisfying. I think my only gripe is with the bullet time battles, which didn’t have a very clearly defined “beat” to hit in the songs. And I’m not just salty about having no sense of rhythm, I finished Hi-Fi Rush on hard with no rhythm indicators so I know I’m capable of it.

Speaking of the music, though… hoo. This soundtrack is incredible. And knowing how much music impacts how much I enjoy a given game, I know for a fact this OST cemented this playthrough as one of my more memorable ones. Not only do I love the more well known ones (like Trigger Happy Havoc), but even the like… walking around and investigation music (Beautiful Morning, Box 15/16, etc) is so good. 9/10 rating for the music alone, on par with aa1 honestly (for me. This is a subjective opinion don’t kill me)

The story was mostly followable by me and while my interest maybe wavered a bit as the end drew closer (especially regarding the heavy exposition Junko throws at you at the very end), it left me with an interest in future installments and a lot of thoughts regarding what the ‘before-the-game’ situation was.

The character designs themselves and the art was incredibly memorable and distinct, and left me wanting to try and mimic it (which I’ve already done at least once!). Some of the more ‘painted’ looking still shots look a bit odd - especially since a lot of them use plain black for shading, which is a questionable (though admittedly distinct!) choice - but I never really found it making my experience worse. Also, that pink blood aesthetic is fantastic and I love it.

Overall, I’ll give the game a solid 9 out of 10. I thought about an 8.5 but honestly with how much I enjoyed everything, putting it a bit higher seemed fitting.

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 39 Thoughts: Meat Dreams

It's a rare Alex and Jonny co-written episode this week. It's also a very short and sweet one, although I am told that's to buy time for some longer episodes that are upcoming. However, it'll also be a short and sweet post from me because the nature of this one does mean I've precious little to say. I thought the episode was pretty good over all. I'm not a huge fan of the statement here but I do think it was well-written and well acted, it just didn't do much for me. As always though, there are a few things to pick at for the show's wider mythos.

Spoilers for TMA , and TMAGP episode 39 below the cut.

This is probably the simplest episode of the show so far. While there are scenes they're all contiguous and, as such, does make this episode fell quite small. Which is good and bad. It gives the episode an air of intimacy — which is apt for the content — but it does also leave little unseen and unsaid which is bad for these things.

I don't have an awful lot to say about this one. I think the takeaways and themes here are either very explicit or will be up to personal interpretation. Meaning you either don't need me to explain, or I cannot explain, the various goings-on in this episode. Although of note the official affix to denote who is a TMA character is now PL [name]. So this was PL Alice, as opposed to regular Alice. PL meaning primeline, as in prime timeline. And talk of the timelines is interesting to me because a prime timeline is a different thing than a prime dimension. Lots of things can change dimension to dimension but a series of timelines suggests some sort of common starting point. Timelines are different because events are different rather than the fundamental nature of things. I don't necessarily think that's the case here given the scope of the changes in regards to things like the Fears but we know the underlying metaphysics are at least compatible. Which might suggest that the only reason things are different in TMAGP is because people did different things. The Fears are different, or non-existent, because they were never fed or never born rather than simply not being a factor of the world. It's hard to know how much any of that will matter but they're at least framing it in terms of choice and consequence rather than a different set of rules from the get go. Although as Sam's appendicitis shows it does appear as though these timelines are trying to converge on some sense of uniformity.

Post-statement Sam and Georgie make it halfway down the road before finally clocking the very statement-y nature of Alice's statement. Which I'm taking to mean that [Error]'s abilities do involve a level of passivity or obfuscation when they're pulling these statements out of people. At least when the tape recorders are the vector. If that isn't the case Georgie has gone from telling the Wardens to be very aware of people statementing to letting Alice monologue for 6 unbroken minutes. I'm curious to know if we'll be seeing more of this sort of thing, or if it's more of a one off. I do also think it's quite odd Sam didn't ask Alice some of the more pressing questions. Sam knows the Magnus Institute is a fairly large deal in both universes. He's got first hand experience with one of them and in the primeline he knows it was the centre of the Change and that the event that ended it is named after it. He knows it turned into a big tower, knows everyone could see the big tower, and knows they blew up the big tower. Given Sam and PL Sam both had appendicitis, and both got together with Alice, you'd think a "weird question: did your Sam ever go to the Magnus Institute and see a dude turn into a skellington?". It might not elucidate anything, what with them being in different places, but it does seem like the sorta thing you'd at least ask about given all that context. But it does seem like they'll be stuck together in the next PL ep, so maybe he'll ask then.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: N/A

CAT# Theory: You know the drill. See episode 34's post for thoughts on this.

R# Theory: N/A

Header talk: See episode 34's post for thoughts on this.

[forsaken-headcanons]

This is gonna be a long one, but a while ago I wrote up brief ways I see a handful of ships!

Coinrush / Paycheck - Not overly lovey dovey, but they don't hide they're in a relationship either. Attentive, caring, understanding, overall a healthy relationship. "What do you normally do while I'm gone?" "Wait for you to get back :("

AzureTime - First love. They're trying to figure it out as they go, and despite making mistakes they [usually] fix things. One fell first, the other fell harder. "You were a wonderful experience" "You were.. everything."

AzureTime pt 2 - Post sacrifice. Time still thinks Azure is everything, their first everything. So despite what they did, they believe that this is just another mistake they can work thru. Azure.. not so much. Time also views what happened to Azure as proof that respawn is a thing, and therefore they “Did Azure a favor” and now they can be happy again.

Builder/Shed - No one can tell if they're actually dating or if they're joking. They won't tell either. "20$ is 20$" vibes [I do not remember their ship name]

PizzaBurger - Elliot hates that he likes 7n7, refusing to acknowledge 7n7, but lets him get away with things he wouldnt for other people. 7n7 is just grateful Elliot doesn't actual hate him, despite the grumpy act. "It's not like I like you or anything" [lmao]

PizzaTime - Overly worried x glass canon. Time is happy to be there, and Elliot is,, stressed. But he loves them, and is always more than happy to help. [bonus if Elliot reminds Time of Azure] "You need to stop getting hurt" "But you always patch me up :D"

IChance - One sided, obvi. But Chance felt like he finally had a place in life, while ITrapped only saw him as a pest. [Insert that song Sarah- "Maybe cupid won't miss.. maybe?" "Sorry."] - bonus points if ITrapped realized he did actually like Chance after Chance realizes they don’t.

NoobTime - Hyper x Happy to be there. Noob always makes sure Time is included, and okay, and constantly checking up on them, while Time mostly observes, vibes, and enjoys their time with Noob. Time also scares people away from Noob when needed.

NoobTime ONESIDED - Noob just wants someone who makes them feel like they belong, and aren't a 2nd choice. Time keeps them on a string, easy to pull back when needed. No one will ever compare to Azure in Time's mind; they loved once. Their heart is still with them. [influenced by a one-shot I read]

PizzaDebt - There is 3 versions I like. Shockingly healthy, Toxic, and one-sided.

Healthy - They both just love each other, Elliot is Elliot, and Mafioso would do anything for this lame pizza boy.

Toxic - Usually Mafioso to Elliot- But toxic, manipulative, "Im the only one who will love you"

One-sided - Coin flip on who. Mafioso being closer to a stalker with a clueless pizza boy, or Elliot fantasizing about the mafia boss, and somehow always just.. wrong place wrong time. Or Right time if you wanted to run into the mafia boss.

Two Coins - "You lowkey freak me out but it's kinda fun" - Chance finds Time interesting because Time is spooky. Among other things, but the adrenaline rush Chance gets from getting spooked is a bonus!

Midnight In Vegas -Pre-sacrifice. They all just,, care about each other. It's a little hard to pin down my thoughts on it in this version. But it was healthy, it was good. I can see Chance or Time being the reason they all ended up dating though.

Midnight In Vegas pt 2 - POST-sacrifice. It's.. a strained relationship. Chance / Elliot still going strong, but they're not quite sure how to navigate what happened between Time and Azure. Time is distant, but still loves them all. Azure.. is extremely conflicted. But still genuinely cares, even if he's not sure how to respond to Time anymore.

These probably don’t make sense, but I like it

- ⚠️

I love all of these dynamic ideas for each individual ship, especially the ships with more than one dynamic. Midnight in Vegas could be an interesting story, I would follow along with it. I find all of these extremely creative! I'm not gay, but $20 is $20./ref/silly

[karrashifts]

ANSWERING YOUR SHIFTING QUESTIONS *ೃ༄

i was gonna make these talking videos but i apparently dont feel comfortable enough yet and also am scared of irls finding me so ur getting it as a tumblr post :( these are scattered through and are questions regarding both my dr but also shifting in general! enjoy!!!

・❥・ Can you share details about the 30 day mind reprogramming you did?

yes of course! for those of you who don't know, my first ever intentional shift to a reality i really wanted to go to happened during a 30 day mind reprogram sorta?? i don't know if i can really call it a mind reprogram, it was more of a "restarting ur shifting journey".

i got the inspiration for it from a discord server in which every channel was dedicated to a day 1-30. every day you'd enter a channel and do the tasks within the channel. i ended up leaving the server because i felt it was rather tailored to mcu drs but i made my own little plan inspired by it.

i took a planner and wrote down tasks for everyday for 30 days. it wasn't just tasks such as "meditate" or "try to shift" etc. it was a mapped out plan for my shifting journey including tasks such as "write a letter to your dr self" "educate yourself on this shifting related topic". it kept me insanely motivated and connected me to my dr!

you can always map out your journey like this yourself with tasks you wanna do but if you're interested in my specific plan, i can always make a discord server similar to the one i was inspired by and help/guide you within the server! :) lmk

・❥・ If you don't script a faceclaim will you just look like yourself?

there are infinite realities with infinite possibilities and that includes your looks! i can't specifically tell you what will happen if you don't script anything but it usually aligns with your intentions or beliefs. if you do wanna script precautions and aren't quite set on looking like you do here, here are appearance things i script or how my appearance changed in drs:

- you dont need a faceclaim to shift or change ur appearance in a dr. you could always twist singular features or aspects about your appearance in your script. you don't like your green eyes? script you have brown ones etc.

- the thing i do, is i will pick a faceclaim but look more like a "mix" of the two of us. i know this can seem kinda scary or uncanny idk but features i like about her stay and features i like about myself stay. especially in drs in which i am significantly older than here, this has helped me visualize a lot because i have very teenagy features and seeing myself as a middle aged adult was kinda hard.

- beauty standards arent the same across all realities and you can use that for your advantage. things i am truly insecure about here, i often script to be THE aspired beauty standard in my dr and this has made me more confident here aswell.

in my personal case, whenever i don't script my appearance i end up looking like here, except for some features because my body or looks adjust to my surroundings. example for this is the fact i am way skinnier in my star wars dr due to intense training or my skin is better in my fame dr due to a personalized expensive skincare routine.

・❥・Do you have trouble differentiating between actors in your fame dr and characters they might play in other drs?

it depends on the actor and their roles. a lot of my star wars co stars are just so immensely different from the characters they play that it is hard to see them alike and it feels like they only share a face. additionally i struggle with memories from my dr and often can't carry personal feelings across realities so i sort of forget i know them in a different form aswell.

i do sometimes struggle with grudges and i'll hold them across realities which can be kind of confusing and unfair for the other person but i think i am getting better at ignoring those. i think at the end of the day i don't see differenciating them as a necessity and look at them more as eachothers variants like portrayed in the mcu.

・❥・DR RELATED: How did you and your S/O meet and get together?

this question was targeted at my fame dr so if youre new my s/o is gong yoo and im a hollywood actress in my 30s!

i love this question sm stop anyways so. i didn't really script a "get together" story but i did script the circumstance under which we met. i wrote an action movie about the multiverse here and scripted it into my dr. for lore reasons the movie's cast was split into half south korean actors and half hollywood provided actors. ofc we both got casted and our characters were usually on screen together.

i didn't really meet him on set though but in a language course. the movie was supposed to be appealing to both sides of media so depending on context or scene it was filmed in korean or english. all cast members had to be somewhat stable and confident in both languages and the directors thought, the most productive way to make us learn, would be to have us all take classes together and teach eachother.

i can't say that it was love at first sight HELP. because our characters were so relevant in eachothers lore we usually practiced together to both learn and bond but we are both very frustrated language learners so this wasn't always easy. i remember usually walking out the course and thinking hes kind of an ass whoops.

we ended up meeting again a few weeks later on set, and from then on we became really good friends and we ended up teaching eachother more on set than in the course. our scenes together took about 8 weeks to film and at some point, his character had to k1ll my role. it was a rather gruesome and gorey scene to film and while it didn't affect me much he felt rather bad filming it and so after our day on set was over, he was all "let me take you out" and i was obv all "you don't have to do that" but he insisted because he felt bad for having to pretend to do that so i agreed.

we were filming in LA at that time so i showed him the place we ate at and we walked there to have him see some stuff. throughout the date i randomly got confused about if this is even a date or not help but since i am pretty straightforward i just asked if it was and he very awkwardly said yes so we decided it is one lmao. after this we just kept going on dates every now and then after filming and showing eachother around depending on where we were filming. eventually filming got to an end and we lost contact for a while until the whole cast reunited once in seoul and he told me he wanted to try again and be official and exclusive 🙍🏻‍♀️💕

[638287492818472]

I HAVE CRABS!!!!!!!!!!! Anonymous friend: thank you from the bottom of my heart 🫶

[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

[mewy101]

The king in yellowwww

Less lore-accurate design and just going with a vibe i like :3 he's kinda funny in a way that i reverse engineered him by designing john and yellow (kiy w/o john) first

[koszmarnybudyn]

I am in Eskew.