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Put Another "X" On The Calendar [Yandere Angel of Death!Sunday/Reader]

Unreliable Synopsis: To be rejected by the angel of death himself… you must be heaven's favorite chew toy if he won’t let you die as intended. But this year will be the last time you'd play with his games. [5.6k words]

CW/Tags: gn reader, explicit and detailed suicidal themes, alcohol, very soft yandere angel!Sunday, dead dove: do not eat. Please prioritize your mental health first; you matter more than you think. This is first and foremost an expression/vent of real struggles, not a romanticization of the tags mentioned nor does it promote it as a solution.

𝟒𝟑,𝟖𝟐𝟒 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄. Nostalgia has grown unfamiliar for the past days— you can’t even fathom having the same bitter acknowledgement you had years prior. Someone once said a person shall always remain a stranger to themselves, and you dearly wish you still recall who that was so you could ask if it is in the same degree you feel now. Too often does the mind ask the necessity to get up every morning, until mornings become noons— and finally, evenings. Minimizing your waking hours as much as possible to avoid confronting the state of your own mind and body.

Today is Saturday. Or was it Sunday? You can’t remember. You only remember dates when there’s a deadline. And here you are, with another late submission.

Barely dressed for the snow, you leaned against the cold door.

“You’re here again? Why do I keep finding you here?”

The man turned around.

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗢𝗟 (𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠)

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1) In the past month, have you wished you were dead or wished you could go to sleep and not wake up?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

It’s him again. The man that keeps hanging around your university’s Architecture Building rooftop. 

He smiled softly. “I could say the same to you.”

Despite the coldness of December, you came here with nothing to shield from it but the blazer your mom bought years ago for her office presentation. This stranger was almost as terrible as you were, in an opposing sense. He was draped all over, but his style seemed almost more overprepared for fall when it’s winter.

You let out a soft noise. 

Sometimes, you look forward to seeing this stranger on the rooftop. 

Trudging towards him, you asked plainly. “Who are you even waiting for?”

“I usually tell people that it’s my sister.”

You decided to ignore his strange phrasing.

“Can’t you two meet elsewhere?” You spat, unable to hide the disdain. Your voice made you cringe. More than anyone, you know how vile and cynical you truly are, but to let it be known now is counterintuitive. “I’m sure there are better meeting spots. Dreamjolt Cafe’s just around the corner.”

The stranger looked down, his eyes almost fluttering shut with a tense gulp. “I suppose there are more convenient locations. But…”

“But?”

He stared at you. His bright golden eyes that many complimented in your view looked as dull as the snow. No doubt he’s beyond human. This handsome stranger has no right to exist. He only serves to remind you how much you lacked while also blocking the sweet release you’ve been chasing.

Sometimes, you wish he was as lonely as you.

“But to leave is to take away far more than just promise,” he whispered but no breath painted the air. “To leave is to let someone down. Somehow, I feel as though I do not need to explain this to you.”

“You don’t have to.” You said out of disinterest.

“Other than that, I enjoy coming here and staring at the sky. The sight here reminds me of my purpose.” He stared at you intensely. “There's always a paradise that needs to be built. That vow is like the sun in the sky— perhaps I'll melt and fall before reaching it... But some hardships I must endure."

He took off his scarf and reached it out to you.

You blinked, raising a hand in protest. “No need.”

“I need it the least. Take it. You’re cold.”

Most days, you wish you could make him as lonely as you. 

“I don’t feel anything and I don’t like owing anyone anything.” The words slip out of you easily.

You don’t want to extend your time here for a random stranger.

“I know.” He muttered. “But still, take it. If I’m not careful, it may just be the only physical thing I can leave behind.”

For a moment, the sun and earth were silenced. You took the scarf, circling the soft fabric with your fingers. It was azure with speckled star patterns, ranging from complex to the most simple X-s and dots. You didn’t say another word. It was understood from then on that you both might’ve come here for the same reason. The rooftop was the haven for when the physical conditions that existence brings are met with crushing defeat. If he asked you the same question you had moments prior, you’d have but one reply:

It’s the tallest building on campus; I came here for the view.

With dissipating reluctance, he approached you and wrapped the scarf around your neck. His gloved fingers were shaking, but you made no comment. As you stare up, you’re greeted with the sight of his flushed cheeks and pursed lips. Yet, you’ve no motivation to return the scarf. 

Maybe the frostbite makes him feel a little more alive too.

As if to affirm your suspicions, he took off his own gloves. The act made the skin he hid with the long sleeves of his jacket visible. It was not your intent to be nosy, yet you saw the bandages wrapped around him. Gauze pads in places you’d expect it to be. The sight must’ve distracted you long enough, since the moment you looked at your own hands— it wore the black gloves he donned.

You’re wearing his scarf and gloves— he has nothing. No fur, no anything. Just him and a black coat, white shirt, and pants. Yet his limbs did not tremble. The temperature had no effect on him.

Finally, he gave you his name. 

“You can call me… Sunday. And you?”

Sunday.

You blinked. “Like the day after Saturday?”

He chuckled humorlessly. “Exactly like the day after Saturday.”

With that, you decided you do not like him.

Call it competitiveness, call it frustration— name the emotion for whatever is convenient— but there’s no pleasant note to describe him. Objectively and instinctively, Sunday is predictably a good man. But the maggots that crawl inside you scream just how much he has no place in your life. They writhe behind your eyelids, burning with an unspoken illness that wanted him miserable.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” You answered. “Realbrook Dorms. Room 404.”

To die beautifully and meaningfully. You don’t have that privilege.

Sunday’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why did you tell me that?”

The dorm may just be the only physical thing you can leave behind.

“I don’t know.” You laughed, averting your gaze.

“Just in case you want your scarf back, I suppose.”

And you know what?

You’re sure he knows that you’re broken, too.

2) In the past month, have you actually had any thoughts about killing yourself?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

3) Have you been thinking about how you might do this?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧— but the higher beings routing out pest control. Entering the classroom filled with those bright and beautiful, those who were born to be who their program says they are, has patted you with the crown of envy.

No amount of pomodoros, no higher statistic in your Focus Plant app, can make you even a fraction of their genius. Depressing, but true. 

How can you even compete with a room of intellectual gatekeepers?

You’d ask a question, hoping to learn, and all they hand out is a vague response. Not an explanation, but enough for them to say “oh, but I replied, haven’t I?”

These Penaconian Science High School graduates surely are the cream of the crop, and they won’t spare other people’s hopes and dreams to get what they want. 

It’s fine, you tell yourself. This is a highly competitive university. You expected this. It has a name. Your tuition is free. Everyone is a scholar. You just have to hold your breath and live through this. For the future you promised your loved ones.

Of course, assuming you can exhale after 3 more years. Assuming you still have a beating heart inside.

You bought another notebook today after you lost your previous one. The old one’s probably hidden under your “organized mess”. 

But at least you can force yourself to write good things again.

𝟷𝟸.𝟶𝟿.𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝟼𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔.

Walking, not running or jogging, is the only healthy hobby you have. Writing consumes you while art reminds you of your worthlessness. It’s a short sentence, but that’s fine. That’s why you bought a pocket sized notebook in the first place. 

Having that as a first entry is 3 miles better than a detailed plan of which sea you’ll last disappear to.

4) Have you had these thoughts and had some intention of acting on them?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. You opened your dorm room. Thankfully, as it was the only stroke of luck you had that day, none of your roommates were around. You let your bag slid from your shoulders down with a loud thud.

For a few minutes, you squandered it salting the hard boiled eggs you bought with your own tears.On the floor no one was industrious enough to sweep, you sat. You had no energy to climb up your bed. It was just you and awkward silence. 

It’s Christmas season.

You have no good memories of it. You barely left your room.

Maybe you should’ve known that every December would compete for which year was the worst. The best December had to be the year when you’d receive terrible exchange gift presents like cheap junk food while you and your mother chipped in to buy a great gun toy. Then the worst was your first christmas without that family member you were closest to. When you’re reminded how deeply grief can cut through while everyone’s in good cheer.

There’s a knock on your door. 

Quickly, you put your jacket back on and wiped your nose. You twisted the doorknob open, already feeling terrible for the housekeepers. They often report to your parents when they decide to visit. So you’ll just slip in your excuse in the middle of the conversation.

“Hi, sorry Miss Rena, I’m sick right now— cold, really. Did I accidentally leave my water bottle on the study hall again—”

“Good evening, (Y/n). May I trouble you for a moment?”

You flinched at the familiar but oddly placed sound.

“Sunday?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “How did you— oh, right, I did tell you what my dorm was.”

Here he was again. You had half the mind to think he would only spawn on the rooftop, but you were wrong.

“It’s rather reckless of you, and I hope you will refrain from doing that to other men.” 

There was a dark tilt in his tone and his gaze matched it perfectly. Years ago, that could’ve put shivers down your spine. But you no longer care for most things.

You can only mimic a nervous laugh. Mimicking what you would’ve sounded if you still cared for your own safety.

Sunday offered you a small smile.

“How many times do you walk per day this month?”

“Huh?”

What a strange question.

He looked at the window. “Let’s walk outside. You haven't done ten thousand steps in a day for quite a while now.”

“What a rude assumption.” You scoffed.

“Was I wrong?” He asked, but the innocent tone made you second guess the teasing nature of his words.

If you two were close, your roommate’s unsuspecting pillows would’ve hit him square on the face. Sunday opened your wardrobe and grabbed the scarf you gave him.

…Why does he know where you kept it?

He opened the door wider.

“Come on,” he replied. “Let’s take a walk.”

You don’t know why, but your guard is always down when you’re with him.

Maybe you no longer have any sense of self-preservation. Which makes sense, given your real goal. However, unlike most, you do not love being loved. Being cared for ultimately turns into a debt to be repaid in your eyes. Yet, you couldn’t stop Sunday when he wrapped the scarf snugly around your neck. 

The two of you walked around the area. Sometimes, he’d talk about the people, animals, and objects of nature that piqued both your interest. Despite being nearly strangers, he was oddly calming to be around. 

Sunday held your hand as you both walked, like it was a matter of time till it crumbled. His eyes had this persistent pleading you refused to acknowledge. Even in silence, it was asking you the worst request.

To stay alive.

“Why did I cross your mind?” You asked him. “Why did you suddenly visit my dorm?”

He stopped walking.

“... Instinct.”

“Instinct?”

“Just a feeling, that something might…” He muttered a word nearly inaudible. “If I was away. Humans are not perfect individuals. Quite the contrary, their hearts are filled with contradictions at every moment.”

Sunday’s gaze softened, hurt.

“Which is why, even if you tell me you are doing fine, I am inclined to believe that the opposite is the case.”

“...I see.”

You subtly tried to get out of his hold, but he didn’t let you go.

“Why do you care?” You continued walking, and he resumed too. He always matched your walking speed. That in itself felt nice. That someone would adjust for you, that is. 

“I believe it’s… human nature to care.” Sunday hummed. “Listening has always been my job.”

You laughed. “I guess so.”

Quietly, you took note of that.

“Here.” Sunday pointed at the benches.”Let’s take a rest.”

The university nearby— not yours— just installed more carved wooden benches. When he sat down, it felt like it was made for him. Quietly, you sat down beside him. He sits up straight, unlike you. You’re hunched back, fiddling with your hands as though there was an invisible toy that stole your attention.

Sunday sighed softly. "The evening light does tend to settle the heart, does it not? A quiet reminder that even the longest days must come to their end."

You looked at the sky.

"I guess. The day ends, but what comes after doesn’t feel much different.” You chuckled. “Same old suffering.”

“Perhaps there is something in the simple act of continuing. Something... precious in that.” He said. “We all walk our own paths. Though it may be lonely, as long as we keep moving forward, we won't forget each other.”

"Sure, if you're feeling masochistic enough in waiting for something that never comes." You huffed. "I've grown past that phase. Multiple times."

“Life has a way of leading humans in circles, only to place us where they are meant to be, even if they cannot yet see it."

“And spoiler alert, I’m not meant much for anything.” You looked up to meet his gaze. 

“But thank you, anyway. It’s nice to have a brief respite, even if it comes from the man I keep spotting on the rooftop.”

“And I’ll continue to materialize there if you refuse to have a truce with yourself.” He half-chided, half-teased. “I am the only one who truly understands you, who knows the depth of your heart, even when you can’t bear to look at it yourself. And until you no longer go to the roof to see the view from up there, I’ll continue to linger.”

There’s a blank expression on your face. An expression no human should be able to read.

But he can.

“(Y/n), if you need anything. I’ll be there. As I always have.” Sunday looked back at the winter sky. 

“And I’ll remind you of that everyday if I have to. Because that is what I choose to do. If I’m forced to take you, I—” Sunday closed his eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do.”

You’re not smart, but you understood what this was about.

You’re his.

You may not "know" him, but you’re his reason. His only reason.

And wishing for death threatens all his plans.

5) Have you started to work out or worked out the details of how to kill yourself? Did you intend to carry out this plan?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 just as you were making weak attempts to tug the sleep you’ve been missing for 5 years. There’s supposed to be an Engineering BINGO event today. You skipped it and thanked the campus for once that there’s no classes. Your rough, useless hand frantically attempted to hang up as if it’s no different from snoozing an alarm. But it was Hailee. The only person who ever regularly talks to you.

You answered, voice groggy at 3 PM.

“Heyyy (Y/n), where are you?”

“Hail—” you muttered. “Just sleeping.”

“You’re not coming? Cocona just won an IPad!”

“Good for her, good for her.” You didn’t really register what she said. “Since there’s no class I figured I’d just sleep in, you know?”

“Ah, yeah, I get that. I lowkey wanna go home too, but Max is having fun.”

“Yeah.” You yawned. 

“Hey, kinda random, but I just passed by Madeleine earlier.”

“Yeah well she’s always everywhere all at once.”

“Sure, but she was at the registrar.” Hailee paused. “She’s getting a transcript of records, I think.”

“What for?”

“I think she wants to transfer.”

You sat up.

“Really? Well, shit. I want in, too.”

“Yeah, same.” Hailee’s tone turned serious. “I want out of this hellhole too.”

“Hey Hailee?”

“Yuh?”

“I’ll call you back.”

“Oh, okay, sur—”

You messaged Madeleine.

You paused.

Why are you telling her this.

You and her barely talked.

You and Madeleine messaged each other more for a while. Each notif was a half-hearted argument against going through both plans. Words of how neither of you should go through it leaning as a suggestion rather than a real conviction. You'd agree, but you both know it’s just words. 

She didn’t mention her reasons outside academics, and you didn’t mention yours.

The hesitation lingers, but you both danced around it, sending stickers of people hugging, pretending you'll back out, even though you know you both know you won’t. Neither of you is truly convinced, and yet, the conversation went on a seemingly positive note.

It’s fine.

At least now, you know, that you aren’t the only one who tried their hardest with nothing to return to.

But there’s a voice in your head telling you no. 

It doesn’t belong to you. It is not your voice.

Yet it begged and begged.

Please, don’t do it.

And for now, you’ll pretend you’ll listen to him too.

6) Have you engaged in, attempted, or planned any actions with the intention of ending your life? Examples: Taking pills, attempting to shoot yourself, self-harm (e.g., cutting), attempting hanging, taking pills but not swallowing, holding a gun but changing your mind or having it taken away, going to a high place but not jumping, gathering pills, acquiring a weapon, giving away belongings, writing a will or suicide note, etc.

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠. No one asked you to draw, but you figured since the man on the chair heavily recommended you get back to your old hobbies, you’d draw the people who consider you as a friend. So, you strayed from sketching topics that lead the mind wandering. 

You stared at the screen blankly.

Genuinely, you were caught off guard.

Careful. Don’t fool yourself that a small “thank you” means they would be there for you. You’ve been here before. Don’t be a pushover.

You closed your eyes.

No, thank you, Monica.

“Just a few more.” You muttered. “Just a few more portraits. Just one more holiday greeting. Just one more late video animatic birthday gift for Alex that I didn’t give weeks ago. And then—”

You can finally pardon yourself with the right to die.

Don’t.

Please don’t.

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…

Your messenger app crashed.

…

You turned off your phone.

7) If yes, was this within the past 3 months?

🟥 YES

⬛ NO

You blinked.

A hand. A hand reaching out that isn’t “Sunday”?

Really?

You laughed.

You laughed so loudly, you’d be glad if you remembered the fact that no one was around. 

It just feels so inhumane.

It is inhumane. 

So inhumane, that you felt offended for the last shred of humanity you thought you no longer had.

You cackled, feeling a drop on the back of your wrist.

The one time someone actually noticed you did not feel well. 

And they worry about someone else. 

You are such a fucking joke.

Your body shook, laughing at this unintentional cruelty. Air-like bile rises up your throat— your eyes burning. A few more laughter escaped your turtle lipped mouth. You couldn’t tear your pained gaze away from the screen. You wiped your eyes.

The funniest bit?

Crying won’t change a damn thing.

It’s nearly 2025, and no good thought crossed your mind.

Just like your father said: everything is evil, it’s only a question of how much you’ll let the devil consume you.

Today is Tuesday. Or was it Wednesday? The man doesn't care to remember. He only remembers dates when there’s a deadline. And here he was, arriving at 11:59 pm. Just in time to stop another would-be tragedy. 

Barely dressed for the snow, “Sunday” leaned against the cold door, almost out of breath.

“You're here. Why must I keep finding you here…”

His purpose turned around.

It’s you. His ward that keeps hanging around the university’s Architecture Building rooftop… Now standing on top of your parents’ roof. 

You frowned deeply, tipping your weight slightly. “I could say the same to you.”

Before Sunday could utter a word, your phone buzzed. 

You grimaced as you saw the alarm. “Won't you look at thaaaat?! It's already 2 am. I'm so fucking stupid. I must've thought I set an alarm for 12 instead of 2.”

“Yes… Happy New Year, (Y/n). I hope your 2025 will be blessed.” Sunday spoke softly. His heart raced as he made slow movements to approach you. The man hoped he'd be close enough to pull you away from the edge.

“How much did you drink?”

You cackled.

“Weren't you already supposed to know the answer to that,” you slurred. “Septimus? THE Bronze Melodia?”

That was the exact moment… when your former guardian angel learned what it felt like for blood to run cold.

Once a guardian angel alongside his sister, Septimus was a protector of humanity, driven by a belief that he alone could heal the world’s ills. His perceived purpose blinded him of what was humanity’s true will, until the heavens cast him out for overstepping. Stripped of his former glory, he became the Angel of Death, his once-bright feathers now hidden in bandages. With each soul he reaped, the haunting melody of his fall lingers, a reminder of a savior who couldn't save himself.

And so, he only hoped that he could save you.

His one and lonely human.

Stirred awake were your memories when you first saw him on that rooftop. Even then, you knew who he was. It was the same fledgeling who kept you company in your silent home. The boy who listened to you talk for hours while everyone else “felt” a ghost. 

No matter how much he tried to look like the image of comfort, he would never be the character you used to love, in the same vein you can never return to the bright cheer you used to have.

“(Y/n), please…” Sunday begged. “Get off the roof.”

“My parents are asleep.” You hummed. “It’s 2 am. I’m on liquid courage. This is the only chance I won’t chicken out.”

“H-How did you know?” He asked. “Who I am?”

“I’m smart when it comes to things that don’t matter,” you cackled. “But ask me how to draw up a diagram for a unit process and I got absolutely nothing.”

You took a step back, which made Sunday take one harsh step forward. “DON’T.”

“Septimus, is it true?” You laughed again. “That you’re an angel of death?”

Slowly, he nodded.

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you taken me yet? Does God have other plans?”

“T… Truth is, you should’ve died long ago.”

You’re not surprised.

“When I tried to open my guts with scissors, or when I tried to hang myself?” You huffed.

“Longer than that. I had to always snatch you away from your fate so you could have the chance to live on.” The angel spoke, voice weary. “I want to see you live another day. It’s what stripped me out of your guardianship in the first place.”

Once again, you’re not surprised.

“So it’s you…”

The anger in your voice was almost tangible. 

“So you’re the reason why I’m alive.” Your eyes twitched. “It’s you who kept stopping me.”

Sunday raised a hand. “I-I just, I want you to live long enough to see that a paradise can still be built—”

“My paradise is the ocean I want to drown myself in.” You spat. “Don’t talk about paradise when you know I can’t reach it.”

Sunday’s eyebrows furrowed. “That is not true—”

“Who else?”

“Who… else?” 

He’s taking ragged breaths. 

You knew it. Your hypothesis was right.

Keeping you alive is turning the angel of death human.

Many say angels do not have free will.

But this is what he chose to do.

Suddenly, his words on the roof made sense. Why he desperately wanted you to keep his scarf. Maybe there’s truth to it. Angels do not lie. Perhaps if he failed, he would’ve turned into ash and not human. 

Most days, you wished you could make him as lonely as you. 

Looks like in the end, you got what you wanted.

“Who else wants (Y/n) (L/n) to live to see another day?” You asked.

“Plen— some.” Septimus corrected his lie. “Some will want you to keep pushing forward.”

“Will, not would. Will is too late for anything.”

“Will because you don’t give them a chance to show they care.” He argued.

“They’d rather see me in a coffin than put in any real effort.”

“Why,” his voice croaked. “Why do you only assume the worst in people?”

“You know why. You know every ‘why’ there is.”

He inhaled sharply. They say to translate your thoughts and dreams into a creativity worth plagiarizing. Yet, when you’re one foot on the roof and one foot out the metaphorical door, you didn’t give a shit on becoming artistically verbose.

“No wonder I’ve never broken a bone.” You laughed. “And damn, I’d rather take a broken bone than whatever hell you’re putting me through.”

Sunday was close enough to touch you.

“Because despite everything, you are still you.” Sunday cooed, trapping you in his arms. “And as the being who loves you more than anyone—- who knows you when you are a stranger to your own self— I would know this.”

He pulled you closer by tugging your scarf. The same scarf he gave you.

And pushed you until you’re away from the edge.

“There is no sufficient reason enough for you to take your life.”

Sinfully, Sunday leaned your faces closer to once another. You smelled like wine. Sleep deprivation has made a lightweight out of you.

You shook, your voice taking a tone unfamiliar to you. Raw. Loud. There was frustration in it, which was the most harrowing emotion of all. 

“And so what? My problems aren’t bad enough— that I’m just a fucking loser who can’t get their shit together like EVERYONE ELSE? THAT MY OWN BODY GIVES UP ON ME?! TO THE POINT I FIND MYSELF PASSED OUT SLEEPING ON THE DIRTY FLOOR OF OUR UNIVERSITY’S FUCKING DRAWING ROOM?!”

“I—”

“I know what you’re thinking, it’s either one of two things. If you’re anyone else, you think I’ve matured too early, too fast, and if you’re just like my father, then I haven’t matured fast enough for you— isn’t that right?! I know what the FUCK that look is!”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt. 

“No one— NO ONE— fucking truly cares for me. No one PRAYS for me. You know the only people that I talk to nowadays?! Pixels. Fucking. PIXELS!!! So called people with faces I’ve never seen, just texts I have to imagine— just voices I have to convince myself are real. A human connection but not quite. And you know the amount of fucks they actually give?!”

It’s only then that you noticed your hands shaking, but that awareness only tightened your hold. 

“I can paint them a portrait as many as they want. I can greet them, make them laugh a bunch, but at the end of the day I’m hanging out where I don’t b-belong.” White knuckles. Short breaths. “I can listen, I can give people the time of day, but if you ask them what I’m going through, they don’t know jack shit. And there's my campus life, or lack thereof. Where do I even begin with that?!”

“I’ve sacrificed…” Your grip loosened. “I’ve sacrificed true friends, I’ve sacrificed time with family, sacrificed the remaining time I could’ve spent next to a dying loved one. I sacrificed my time, my literal blood, sweat, tears, and most importantly time— for a dream I was never meant to reach. Every morning I could’ve slept, every 6 hours I should’ve rested, there’s nothing. Nothing for a program I shouldn't have taken. And now they’re gone. One is even six feet under.”

You dropped your hold on him.

43,826 system hours.

“Let me through.”

Sunday breathed in shakily. “No.”

“Let me fucking through, Septimus.”

“Do you remember what I told you when we first had a proper conversion?” He retorted, breathless. “To leave is to let someone down, and I meant it literally. I shall not allow this. (Y/n), you just need someone to talk to.”

“And it’s not going to be you!” You laughed at his face. “Or anyone! There is NO ONE who can reach me, Septimus, there’s nothing that can fix THIS anymore.”

“Please, just hold on to me.” Sunday knew you were no longer hearing him. He knew there was nothing to be done. But he clung to your clothes— clawed your back— rested his face on your shoulder. “I have nothing to offer you but myself.”

“Let me destroy myself.” Palms clamming up. Heart racing. “Let me end this.”

“Please, just… █████ █.” He leaned in to a degree you can’t feel anything but inches of his skin. “Just give me till █████ █ to prove to you that each day is worth living. Don’t take your life away for me.”

Sunday cried. His tears were warm, normal. 

“I-I would much rather be human than an angel of death, so I could take care of you.” He wept, holding you closer— back in his embrace. “For I love you with all I have. No other had made me feel this way.”

…

…

…

You fell silent.

“Until █████ █?”

With closed eyes and thin lips, he nodded reluctantly. 

“Until █████ █.”

Your shoulders relaxed, and with a heavy chest, you felt like you regained the ability to cry again.

Thud… Thud… Thud...

Faint, but even faint is enough.

“(Y/n).” Sunday— Septimus called out with a voice that finally reached you. With trembling lips, he cupped your cheeks. His golden eyes blocked the shade of the dullest moon. In that moment, he was the only light you cling to, and it will remain so until the date he has given. “Let me be your north star, your steady hand. Let me take care of you if you cannot take care of yourself.”

Wonderful, if true. But the maggots gnaw deep in your skin. Whatever affection he has for you must be unreal and unfounded. A dove catching a worm underneath its pointed claws when it was to crawl to the nearest cliff. There’s a glimmer so conflicted in his eyes. A lucid thought running in a path that circles both his ego and conscience. A truth he doesn’t speak aloud.

He’s selfish.

Sunday doesn’t want you alive for the sake of living. The still surface of the water should’ve moved if so. There would’ve been another angel— another song singing praises of life to lift you up. But it was only him. Always him. 

He wants you to live for him.

He wants (Y/n) (L/n) to live for the angel of Death. 

Selfish.

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

But Sunday— Septimus— whatever this foul beast was— he knew that he’s wrong. He knows that what he has done has crossed another heavenly line. He knew that you were past your date. He knew he takes too much pleasure in seeing you alive because he allowed it.

Yet the heavens would rather see you suffer than have you take your life again. 

(Y/n)...

He loves you. More than everyone in the world.

But even he doesn't PRAY for you.

You laughed again.

“█████ █.”

You leaned against his chest.

“You've set the date, and I'll patiently wait.” You replied. “By █████ █, you'll do the work, that was your promise. Septimus, I'm tired of taking my own life, so do your job.”

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry…” Sunday mumbled. His shaky breath was more human than you could ever be. “I won't prolong your suffering anymore. I'm sorry. I’ll hold your breath, just as the heavens intended.”

“It's fine.” 

You've had your solace. The answer you've been looking for since you were young.

43,826 system hours.

And just 1,512 bit more.

“Cause every X on the calendar would make me feel a bit more okay.”

Hotline

[forkyyyy]

INTRO fork

MY NAME IS FORKY!!! Or Fan, Michael, Trauma Meatgrinder. You also can call me by my real name(Anya) if we're close friends!!:3

She/her > they/them, 16 YEARS OLD, rus/eng/lt

INFJ, pansexual quoiromantic demigirl, autism spectrum, mom friend, a russian speaking, furry

DNI!!! Everything LGBT-phobic, talking about politics, basic dni, sexualization, Sebastian x Zerum fans.

TRIGGERS!!! Real videos and/or photos of harm being done, monkeys, pigs, water bear, syringes.

Main fandoms are Object show, DSaF, DnB, Block Tales, Dandy's world, Pressure, idk random roblox games like Ocean Terror, PHIGHTING!

Main kins are Bambi(DnB), Bandu(DnB), Dave/Davetrap(DSaF), Fan(II), Vee(DW), Angeredfish(OT)

I LOVE!!! Paleontology!!! Please talk about dinosaurs and weird animals with me!!!

I am studying to be a cook (if u even care)

You can always text me or send smth funny, id love to make friends in this app!

Oh and before we start talking about fandom ships — im selfshipper, and im super uncomfortable with almost EVERY pairing in EVERY fandom... Sorry ☹️

I HAVE TWO EXOTIC CATS AND ONE SAINT BERNARD DOG!!! I Love them!

I have a bad memory. Sorry for ignoring or forgetting something, my mind is always full of random stuff or I'm busy! Don't be shy to remind me of something!!!

Mostly i DON'T use translation, so sorry if my text looks weird

I ASSOCIATE MYSELF WITH FOXES AND OWLS!!!

Salty > sweet

I am a very timid person, and even though I can call a dog cute on the internet, in real life I will tremble with fear at the sight of the same dog

MY SUPER COOL OC

↓↓↓

Yeh THE BABYGIRL THAT CHANGED MY LIFE IS BLOCKY BFB im absolutely obsessed with him!! GrrrrRRR please draw Foku and Blocky together and I will pray for your health all my life

I listen to the порез на собаке, 4 позиции Бруно, птицу емъ the most, also Jazmin Bean and random things :33 ALSO THE ONIBI SERIES BY MASA WORKS DESIGN IS SO MY VIBES HELP!!! ITS MY OST ITS HOW I SOUND LIKE

Gonna add more stuff in future cuz i forgot everything about myself again

FOKUBLOCKS FOREVER 🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥🍴🟥

[anonymous-bastard]

Intro

Welcome to my (semi-secret) John Stewart rp blog featuring Urban Planning. Married to @hi-its-kat

I don't really know what else to say? The only reason I'm doing this is because I can no longer keep track of my tags using my featured tags. This whole blog happened entirely on accident. So like. Idk.

Hi.

Currently plot relevant posts:

My other blogs are @hi-its-kat @lantern-rings and [redacted for spoilers].

Do not flirt with me if you or your character are underage.

FYI: sometimes I block people. It's usually not personal, I'm just trying to make this a comfortable space for myself. I promise I don't hate you.

Tags

A collection of every single tag I use. Currently important tags are bolded. I tag retroactively for archival purposes so it tends to be a while til I put them up. They make sense to me and occasionally other people.

Asks

#ask game #unsigned anon #birdie anon / 🐦 anon #sparkle anon / #✨anon #sewing needle anon / #🪡 anon #key anon / #🗝️ anon #thread anon / #🧵 anon #red square anon / 🟥 anon #triangle anon / #⚠️ anon #wing anon / #🪽 anon #ominous rock anon / #🪨 anon

character/ family tag:

#katmas tag #silly bart tag #kaias tag

ooc stuff

#ooc #my stuff

storylines (finished and unfinished)

#storyline tag: jl prank war #storyline tag: the search for hal (2024) #storyline: sniping billionaires #storyline tag: shovel talks #storyline tag: hal's adoption addiction #storyline tag: blackout #storyline tag: talon time #storyline tag: field trip to oa #waynegala / #wayne gala #storyline tag: alien marriage storyline tag: fighting god #storyline tag: fuck around and find out

locations:

#at the lux #thread world

others:

#architecture #urban planning #the train saga #GL Corps stuff #GL Corps memes #the professor era #trick or treat #the queen is dead long live the king

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#OnThisDay: Aug 13th, 2019

Title: WMMT6 - Me and their cars duke it out

Back in July of 2019, BNA had already launched the WMMT6 arcade machine spreading the arcade branches (e.g. Timezone Arcade, Quantum Arcade, etc..) inside the Philippine malls, and to this day the "number 6" Wangan Maxi Tune installment has updated to "6RR"! 🇵🇭🌃🛣️🚘🕹️ Will it soon be updated from "6RR" to "6RR Plus" and meet new cars, including the new Nissan car? 🤔 I won't spoil you, so you have to search it for yourself! 😉

• Nevertheless, here's today's WMMT throwback of my snapshot featuring my three main cars [Spot 🐶🏎️ & Riya's 🐰🏎️ Impreza cars 🇯🇵🚘🟥🟦🩷🇯🇵🚘 (GDB-C & GDB-F models respectively), and my Nissan Fairlady Z Version S (Z33, 350Z) 🇯🇵🚘⬜] ] from my BanaPassport (now called "Bandai Namco Passport") and my friend Romulus907's (Quilava) OC Fuse car 🔥🦎, the Mazda RX-8 Type S (SE3P) 🇯🇵🚘🟥 duke it out in a fatal four-way "Online Ghost Battle"! Unfortunately, the actual screenshot from my Wangan Navigator app was lost in time, but at least I have this photo shoot (from my Honor 8C phone) posted and sent to my private storage on my dA account. 🖼️📲😊 I'll make an update on the fatal four-way with these cars I've mentioned, someday when I have funds for playing Maxi Tune 6RR. 😉

IMPORTANT NOTE: I noticed something... 🤔 Upon launching the WMMT6 game, the custom stickers had vanished, that means the Speedster Twins' iconic dual stripe sticker and mine as well had removed from playing WMMT6. 😥 Yeah, that's something that we've didn't seen that coming...

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing Teenager Dogday's attire w/ Teenager Dogpressed's jacket]: Mmmm... Yeah. 🙁 We've already seen that, as well and we missed that awesome dual stripe stickers. Will the custom stickers returns to the upcoming "6RR Plus"? 🤔

Riya 🐰🏎️ [wearing Teenager Hoppy and Teenager Catnap's clothes combined]: *Sigh* 😞 I don't know, Spot. *pat on his back* But, we'll see when BNA developers be able to return of the custom stickers. Who knows?🤷‍♀️

The Speedster Twins (Spot & Riya), my silhouette head, and my edited photography (using Honor 8C) - created by ME! Fuse (Quilava OC) - owned by Romulus907 (dA) WMMT6 - Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune series (Wangan Midnight) © Bandai Namco Amusement, Inc.; © Michiharu Kusunoki/Kodansha Ltd.

[dsknsk]

An Introduction, perhaps

So...it's about time I made a new pinned post.

You can call me Megumi (if you are a big nicknamer, it'd be 'Gumi') and I'm 22 as of now. Dyscalculic. Autistic. Likely has prosopagnosia but has not been tested for it. Currently I can call myself a small tulpagenic system, but I see myself as mixed origin.

They/them pronouns please.

DNI...is just the common ones. No proship, AI or NFT or any of that sort. Terfs and anti-endos can also stay away.

What you can expect on this blog:

A lot of reblogs of art and stuff.

Shitposts.

The occasional meme.

I follow the current media on this blog:

Arknights. Long-term player. There will be spoilers for it and occasional discussion of CN content.

Project Moon. Ironically also sort of the reason as to why I'm a system now.

AITSF. First game is still the best.

Secret Histories from Weather Factory.

BSD.

Some other random stuff:

I block v freely

There might be some gaps between posts/reblogs, some days I post or reblog a lot, other days I might just not do anything here

Like my userbox says, while I do 99% of the time address myself as 'I' and 'myself', that's pretty much always loosely

My sideblogs:

@dsknsktest - My backup blog in case I get shadowbanned, because I have already been shadowbanned twice as of the time of writing. If you suddenly stop seeing my stuff, then there's a good chance I've started posting there.

@incorrect-limbus-quotes - Exactly what it says on the tin. Will occasionally post a quote, don't expect a lot at once since I don't want to clog the tag. Not open to requests.

@dtmzk - Largely a place for my WHB content and the occasional AITSF content.

@justanotherventblog-1 - The place where I moved my vent reblogging to.

Tulpa is Yi Sang, specifically Spicebush Yi Sang. Doesn't front often. Retains his canonical age of 29.

Yes, the Project Moon controversy of summer 2023 caused a trauma that caused my multiplicity, what about it. If you're going to harass me over things that happened beyond my control, please rethink your life choices.

Multiple code: N--|P[nb/as]|A(A+)|S.H|Oe/t|Mt|We|C(c+)|OF(r-/o+)|Fx^/a|M!|Rp|V---!-|Xas|Gf/m|Jx|S(r--/o+)|R

Syscourse code: 👍/❤️/📗/🔸/🟢/🌗/🟥/🌳/☀️/🥖/🐊/🐌/🐳

[bellshazes]

the three 3️⃣ pistons they start to play a game of keep-away the guy in the ↔ middle he got the redstone block 🟥 and the guy on the ⬅ left he's like 📣 give it to me give it to me and he puts his arms 💪 up 🙌 try take it and then the guy on the ➡ right he does the same he puts his arms 💪 up 🙌to try take it and the piston in the ↔ middle he's like no you can't reach it 😞

what if there was a redstone block and in between us and we reached for it at the same time.... and we were both pistons 😮🤔 and we were best friends 😊

[swiftyangx12]

Welcome to The Safe Zone!

“Hello, I’m Captain Yang! Swift is another name if you like to call me by! This is my blog where I reblog posts and show my work (sometimes).”

This blog will contain:

- Video Games

- Marvel

- Wholesome/Intriguing/Important Posts

- LGBTQ+ (This blog is a LGBTQ+ Safe Zone)

- Swearing (Usually in the tags when I reblog posts.)

Favorite Characters:

- Miguel O’Hara (a.k.a. Spider-Man 2099)

- Yoru/Ryo Kiritani (from VALORANT)

- Captain America

- Optimus Prime

- Knock Out (specifically from Transformers Prime)

I’ll block anyone who are:

Racist

Xenophobic

Homophobic

Sexist

Misogynistic assholes

TERFs

A Tr*mp Supporter (I’ll knock out anyone if they are that delusional.)

MAP (I’ll kick anyone’s ass for having this level of disgust.)

A Bot (I don’t know you and why the fuck are you following me?)

Art reposters (What the Hell is wrong with these people? Credit the artist, you cowards!)

Art Theft (You want to see Hell?)

Proshippers (You’re asking to be asphyxiated, are you; one acceptance is if the ship is morally legal.)

Scammers (Get a job, you lazy-ass idiots!)

Any form against humanity

Or just being an Asshole

Agent Choi - @sanctum-of-ramshackle

MIYEON CHOI

[Background Music]

[Daichi Yamamoto - One Way]

[Works by Captain Yang]

[VALORANT]

Stakeout [Valorant SNL Parody]

Usual Night at VP HQ [Valorant SNL Parody #2]

“Pot”luck, anyone? [Valorant SNL Parody #3]

Sniper Training [Valorant SNL Parody #4]

“Challenge after challenge” - [Yoru x reader]

Radiant!Reader #1

Radiant!Reader #2

🕷️Valorant x Marvel #1🕸️ [Episode 1] [Episode 2] [Episode 3] [Special] [Crossover Event]

Agent Arachnis

🇺🇸Valorant x Marvel #2🛡️

🟥Valorant x Marvel #3🩵

[SPIDERVERSE]

🕸️Webs Intertwined🕸️

[TRANSFORMERS]

Transformers Animated

- 🟦🤍A Misunderstanding🩵🟥 <- I might turn it into a lengthy fic in the future.

- 🟥🧲Two Old Bots & Their Spark❤️‍🩹⬜️

- 🤖Confrontation⭐️ [PLATONIC]

Time to Torture TF One!Sentinel Prime!

• Bayverse Run-In

• TFA Drop-Off

• TFP Shoot-Up

Continuity Crossover!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[gamehayapkmod]

Cube Stack Surfer: Collect Blocks Surfing runner

Cube Stack Surfer: Collect Blocks Surfing runner

Game Cube Stack Surfer: Collect Blocks Surfing runner là dòng game Arcade

Giới thiệu Cube Stack Surfer: Collect Blocks Surfing runner

Your fun Cube Surfer game for free. Just try to surf over the cube and collect blocks and stack all the surfing cubes. Surf on the cubes and become the best cube surfer through your golden path. Collect most of the cubes and reach the highest score with your Cube Surfer! 🕐Cube Stack and surfing is the best time killer one-finger game. 🎲Play new mode of Cube Stack and surf through the color full path ✔️features: ⭐️ Free cube racer and cube surfer game ⭐️ Easy to learn and play just swipe right and left on the screen to collect more cubes and surf on the high score. 🌈 Colorful and satisfying graphics 💪 Different challenges to pass 😌 Relaxing and challenging gameplay! 🥳 Amazing games for hours and days. 🟥 Many missions of the new cube runner 3d that are quite different from the next challenge ❎ Facing obstacles ❤️ Exciting and interesting levels with special obstacles to pass over 💲 Collect gold and coins to unlock new skins and lovely cubes ⬅️ Easy to control To get the most of enjoy and focus on the line and keep your attention to get The best experience on cube surfer 3d game. Multi colorful cubes and obstacles to surf and enjoy. - Move your finger, Swipe to watch your cube surfer moving left and right, collecting cubes, and cross the Blocks - Stack and collect cubes and blocks and color, Surf, and pass the finish line! Keep calm and play the perfect cube master and surfing game. Blocks are ready! Collect and become the best cube surfer runner ever! - Added new levels - Improved first levels handling - Minor improvements

Download APK

Tải APK ([app_filesize]) #gamehayapk #gameandroid #gameapk #gameupdate

[games18plus]

Blocky Wars Advanced Combat SWAT 🔫

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Blocky Wars Advanced Combat SWAT 🔫

#BlockyWarsAdvancedCombatSWAT Blocky Wars Advanced Combat SWAT free to play against fighting much enemy AI like soldier and zombie, 5 game modes like gun game, survival, TDM, DM and much more, multiplayer play with friends and offline with 40 levels. More first person shooters FPS Sniper Shooter Battle Survival and Zombie Apocalypse Survival War Z. Have fun here.

Use WASD – move. Mouse – shooting, aim, look around, change gun. SPACE – jump. TAB – menu. SHIFT – run.

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[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: Speedsters in Racesuits (with GT Movie fan license card [per character])

Hello, August. And speaking of GT Movie 🟦🟥, they released a custom personalized license card (or Driver License) for the upcoming movie (on Aug 30th in my home country 🇵🇭). 🚘🏁🚘🎫🎦 And since the trio (including Bonn) LOVES the "Gran Turismo" game franchise (as much as the next OC person), I decided to draw them in their race suits to make them like a pro-racer on the race course. 🚘🏁🪪 Yes, the Speedster Trio still have their owned "Junior Driver License" as a legitimate valid ID, but that from the GT Movie is only a souvenir. Also, I added "Racer" as their apprentice course. 😉

BTW #1: You can go check it out & create yourself → [CLICK ME!] 📝🪪

Spot 🐶🏎️: Damn, dude! Do we look legit racers or what? 🚘🏁🪪😃

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Heck yeah-yuh! We're LITERALLY legit racers, twin bro! 🚘🏁🪪😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Yeah, but get too excited, twins. As much as we loved playing GT Games, I'm not sure saying could be said for the movie itself. 🤔

Spot 🐶🏎️: Aww C'mon, Ri. Hope the movie itself was great as the Mario Movie we attended, back in April. 🙂

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Right on, Spot. How about it, Ri!? Your parents are already pre-order tickets! 😄

Riya 🐰🏎️: I suppose, So I'll take chances. 🤷🙂

Rita 🐶🚺: Tandaan, anaks (Remember, kids). We're going early at 8 AM before the cinema mall opens at 10! 😉☝️⌚

The Speedster Trio [🐶🏎️| 🐰🏎️| 🐰🐻🔋]: We got it, mom! 😃

Bonn 🐰🚹: Yeah, we can't missed out that movie! 😊

Rita 🐶🚺: Do you think that movie was actual based on real-life story? 🤔

Bonn 🐰🚹: Mmmm... I'm not sure, but like Riya said, we'll take chances.🙂

• Now, you wondering who's the fourth one? 🤔Ah, that's right! My upcoming new OC! 😅 The set will be revealed on "September 1st"! Yup, you heard me! SEPTEMBER 1ST! 😉 Will this person came from the Speedster's Family Tree, or just a fan of the Speedsters Family? We may never know, so you have to find out, in the next few days.🙂

BTW #2: I revamped Bonn & Rita's existing race suits from my previous artworks. 😊

Well, that's all for now. And good luck watching GT Movie! NO SPOILERS, PLS! 🤫(either Aug 25th (U.S.) or 30th)

The Speedsters Family - created by ME! Gran Turismo Movie © SCEI, Polyphony Digital, Columbia Pictures

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

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My Wangan Maxi Tune Career Returns 2024 Edition [Timezone Arcade SM City North Edsa, and TZ Trinoma] - Part 6 [First Half] (Recorded: May 2nd & 29th, 2024; Plus forgotten recorded: Jan 10th, 2024)

Hey, hey! It’s me! 😁 And welcome back for another installment of "My Wangan Maxi Tune Career"! I returned in 2022, and now I'm continue it, this 2024. Yes, it's been a while. I haven't shared my WMMT's play progress in this current year, with the last record I posted was on May 31st, 2023 (Pls, go check it out in the "previous" section) before it went into troubles. And by that, I'm talking about my PC desktop problem. *sigh* 😫😔 Nevertheless, I have now SO MANY photos and screenshots that need to be uploaded on my current social media sites right away before I move on to my current update.

Once again, If you want to see my last 2023 recorded (Part 5 [third/final half] (Recorded: May 21st, 2023)), then please check out my "previous" down below.

IMPORTANT NOTE: No #OnThisDay throwback post for this date.

So, without further ado, let's get started.

[May 2nd, 2024] 📷📲: ↑

• After I watched a recent Gundam movie, I immediately went to the new location of Timezone Arcade at the food court basement floor, which is a perfect spot for eating delicious food after playing arcade games for hours. 🕹️🍽️🏢😋 And it's not the only branch, though. Because there's another TZ branch located on the final floor (level 5) of "The Block" (SM City North Edsa) 🕹️🪜🏢, which sadly has no Wangan Maxi Tune arcade cabinet but there's an awesome "Asphalt 9 Legends" arcade game 🚘😃, which I'll be trying out after I've done playing "Story Mode" on two current Impreza cars (a.k.a. Spot & Riya's Impreza cars 🐶🇯🇵🚘🟥🔵🌸🐰🇯🇵🚘). By the way, I'll touch with that, later. 😉

• Anyways, I logged in my WMMT data to pick & choose a terminal scratch-off, and I've got this fire custom marker. There's not much to say, but it's pretty cool I guess. And I applied the item to my GR Supra RZ (DB42) 🇯🇵🚘. You'll see my entire similar items that I've picked from the Scratch-Off, in my upcoming progress. After that, I went to the Maxi Tune Machine to race with my blue 350Z (Nissan Fairlady Z Version S [Z33]) 🔵🇯🇵🚘, with my first stop was on "Versus Battles" to test my skills, and I ended up few stars that I've earned. Not to mention, earning a few Maxi Points from an "Online Ghost Battle". How was it? Not too bad, it's part of my experience and to this day, I'm still learning it even after 10 long years as a Wangan Maxi Player. hehe 😅

[May 29th, 2024] 📷📲: ↑

• 3 weeks later, I went to the same TZ branch inside the same mall as before, that is until I need to change my location to TZ Trinoma for obvious reasons, pls don't ask. Well, actually one, and its my TZ powercard 💳🕹️ that I need to change because I can't tap with my old one, but to swipe. Bummer. 😥 At least, the replacement was FREE 🆓😃, and now my new powercard has the ability to tap and swipe than before. Rejoiced! Anyway, I give it a go through my current racing game cabinet and it worked like a charm! 💳🕹️😁

• As for my progress with my blue 350Z 🔵🇯🇵🚘, I was checking my fully tuned status by finishing one chapter in the "Story Mode", and that's the last played.

○ Unfortunately, this is far as I go for now owing to the limitation of Tumblr's photo upload. If you want to proceed to my "Second Half", then pls → [CLICK ME!]. 😉○

Well, that’s all for now. More Wangan Maxi experience, coming up soon.

If you haven’t seen my 2019 Wangan Maxi Tune 6 & Wangan Navigator app (on the alternate blog), then I’ll provide some links down below. ↓😉

My Wangan Maxi Tune 6 Experience:

My WMMT6 Progress (2019): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7, Part 7½, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 [Final] (The Last WMMT6 Update)

My Wangan Navigator app (2019): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 [Final]

My WMMT6RR Progress (2022 - present): Part 1 [Nov 19th, 2022], Part 2 [Nov 19th, 2022], Part 3 [Nov 19th, 2022], Part 4 [Final] [Dec 28th, 2022], Part 5 [first half], Part 5 [second half], Part 5 [third/final half]

Also check out my previous Maxi Tune installments:

• WMMT5DX - [CLICK ME! #1], [CLICK ME! #2], [CLICK ME! #3], [CLICK ME! #4 (The Last 5DX Update)]

• WMMT5DXPlus (All in chronological date) - [CLICK ME! #1], [CLICK ME! #2], [CLICK ME! #3], [CLICK ME! #4], [CLICK ME! #5], [CLICK ME! #6], [CLICK ME! #7], [CLICK ME! #8], [CLICK ME #9], [CLICK ME! #10], [CLICK ME! #11], [CLICK ME! #12], [CLICK ME! #13], [CLICK ME! #14], [CLICK ME! #15], [CLICK ME! #16], [CLICK ME! #17], [CLICK ME! #18], [CLICK ME! #19], [CLICK ME! #20], [CLICK ME! #21], [CLICK ME! #22], [CLICK ME! #23], [CLICK ME! #24], [CLICK ME! #25], [CLICK ME! #26], [CLICK ME! #27], [CLICK ME! #28], [CLICK ME! #29], [CLICK ME! #30], [CLICK ME! #31], [CLICK ME! #32], [CLICK ME #33], [CLICK ME #34], [CLICK ME #35], [CLICK ME #36], [CLICK ME #37], [CLICK ME #38], [CLICK ME #39], [CLICK ME #40], [CLICK ME #41], [CLICK ME! #42], [CLICK ME! #43], [CLICK ME! #44], [CLICK ME! #45], [CLICK ME! #46], [CLICK ME! #47], [CLICK ME! #48], [CLICK ME! #49], [CLICK ME! #50], [CLICK ME! #51 (The Last 5DX+ Update)]

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