#I'M SO CURIOUS HECK

[angstandhappiness]

HOLY SHITE THIS STUFF WRECKS ME DEEP LIKE NO WUKONG DON'T DO THIS TO YOUR BUD AND NO MACAQUE DON'T DO THIS TO YOURSELF These monkeys are such a mess. OP you should definitely post your writing on AO3!

Wassup folks I was having thoughts about Macaque and ended up writing a ficlet using said scattered thoughts about his character. enjoy o7

Wordcount: 2k

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Macaque wasn’t a very complicated person. If anything, he thought himself rather simple. 

He liked what he liked, and he didn’t like what he didn’t like. He wanted three main things, and couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. 

Macaque wanted food. 

More specifically, he wanted fruit. He loved fruit. Having food was an important part of being happy. He knew well that being happy without food in your stomach was a difficult thing. He was especially fond of the sweetness and tartness fruits would give him. He loved to eat it, loved to find the best crab-apples, plums, apricots, tangerines, and peaches, to pick them out one by one and triumphantly show them off before peeling them or shoving them directly into his mouth. He didn’t mind digging for melons that were hiding under leaves, or hunting for sugar-cane and peeling off the outer layer with his teeth for the sweet bits inside, or climbing high up to get coconuts and smash them onto rocks to open them up. Shi Hou had smashed a coconut on his own head once, splitting it in half and getting the milk inside in his fur. “Like a rock, see?” he had declared proudly. Macaque remembered hiding his face in his arm to disguise his laugh.

2. Macaque wanted the sun. 

Contrary to what a lot of humans, and even sometimes other creatures assumed, one of Macaque’s favorite things to do was nap in the sun. His fur was dark, his natural form of magic gravitated towards things like shadows and places under rocks no one could see, so many assumed he would prefer to spend his time in dark places and away from light. Macaque rather thought the opposite. He believed his affinity to shadows and dark cold places were the very thing that drove him into the sun to shake that uncomfortable chill from his bones and feel soft sweet sunlight on his skin. He loved nothing more than a nap in the soft grass with a light breeze, his stomach full of fruit and the gentle warmth of the sun touching his face and soaking into his fur. The only time he enjoyed shade falling over his face was when he looked up to find another source of light beaming down at him with the promise of mischief in its eyes.  3. (And rather most importantly,) Macaque wanted his friend. 

His best friend. His only friend really; Shi Hou, later named Sun Wukong. Without him, the fruit was less sweet, the sunlight was cooler, and Macaque was sure he would be less happy. Before, Shi Hou, fruit and the sun had been enough, but after knowing him, being near him, and following him into all sorts of fun and chaos, Macaque couldn’t imagine being happy without him. He was a second sun, a light in all the shadows and dark places Macaque used to hide. He was his best and only friend, the person Macaque would pick out of hundreds to spend time with. The only one who could drag him out of his solitude to be with the other monkeys and join in on the fun. Sun Wukong was his person, and it made him happy to know it was just the two of them against the world.

Until it wasn’t. 

Intruding on his happiness came demons, celestials, and every other groveling insect that crawled out of the bush to beg for his friends' time as Sun Wukong started to seek more power. It was fine at first, he made time for Macaque. The extra power felt nice, the reputation he started to build meant no one bothered them. He was gone now and again for increasing periods of time, but most of the time Macaque was with him, and he always came back so it didn’t matter. 

(Until it did. Until he was gone for years.)

It was fine until those three joined the brotherhood: Azure Lion, Golden Peng, Yellow-Tusk... They pushed their way in and sat at the table, taking up space and Sun Wukong’s attention. But that wasn’t what really annoyed Macaque. Shi Hou always made time for him, always listened when he spoke, which wasn’t often around the brotherhood. No, what annoyed Macaque the most was the wars they spoke of. The battles they laughed about, the glory they spoke of to Sun Wukong until his eyes seemed to sparkle, something a little ugly underneath the awe; want, but not the good kind. What annoyed Macaque was how enamored Wukong was by it all. Rebellion, they spoke of. Pushed forward by bravado, Wukong left and came back with stories that made Macaque’s hands curl into tight fists and his fur stand on end. Talk of challenging even the Jade Emperor. 

Isn’t this enough? Macaque thought again and again. Isn’t the fruit and the sun and me and you enough? We’re immortal now, isn’t this enough? But Sun Wukong was not Macaque. He was never satisfied once he’d seen the other side, once he’d had a taste of heavenly wine, once he’d sunk his teeth into the flesh of immortal stonefruit with juices sweeter than honey, nothing in the mortal world could compare. The peaches Macaque picked for him would never be enough. Macaque would never be enough next to Celestials and people who would never see Sun Wukong like Macaque did. He wanted a bigger title, sweeter fruit, “a better way of life,” he said, “for both of us.” 

Sun Wukong slipped a celestial peach into Macaque’s hands and he could do nothing but stare at it and wonder how what they had wasn’t enough for him. 

“I’ve seen things,” Sun Wukong said to him one night, the rest of the brotherhood passed out at the table. “The world is so much bigger than this, Lui’er. They laughed at me--at us.” 

“Why does it matter what they think?” Macaque had asked. 

Sun Wukong stayed silent. 

Macaque closed his eyes and tried not to think about how his friend felt more and more distant on nights like these. He tried not to think about his own hand in pushing him to this place. 

After everything, the brotherhood disbanded easily. The nights spent in camaraderie, the talk of glory, the hands on Sun Wukong’s shoulder and pushing him to the forefront of the chaos, praising him as a leader and their King meant nothing the moment he was under the mountain. They scattered like dust in the wind and, as it was in the beginning, Macaque was the only one left.

Sun Wukong was angry. After the initial I-told-you-so that resulted in Sun Wukong screaming at him, Macaque didn’t say much. He tried to keep his visits light. He tried to bring him things, tried to keep him company, but his old friend would accept none of it, his hands clenched, his eyes alight with boiling, barely contained rage and hate. It wasn’t directed at Macaque, but he still sat a distance away. He understood why so many feared him, but Macaque never had. It felt unnatural. 

Sun Wukong had plenty to say on his own, filling the silence and Macaque’s six ears with threats of vengeance and violence that made him turn away and want desperately to press his hands over his ears or stick his head into the waterfall back home so the seething sounds of Sun Wukong's anger could be drowned out. 

Secretly, privately, quietly, a small part of Macaque was glad for the chains and the mountain that held him down. He hoped it would be enough to calm his friends' anger and allow him time to cool down, time to think and see that there were more important things than power, that it didn’t matter what others thought of them so long as they had fruit, the sun and each other. But to his disappointment, nothing changed. No matter how many days passed, Sun Wukong’s rage remained, simmering and hot. It got quieter. Less threats and more growling and silently glowering until Macaque was sure he’d burn a hole right through the chains that held him captive with his glare alone. 

Inevitably, eventually Sun Wukong directed his anger towards the only available target; his best friend and the one person who hadn’t abandoned him the moment he’d lost everything. The one person who came to check on him and visit in the place with no sunshine where the chill would cling to bone even hours after exiting. 

Macaque took it for a long while. He understood there was nothing for him to do but rage and snap and insult. He understood the bitterness. Or at least he thought he did. He’d let him rage at him and blame him for it all, being trapped, being useless. He let him call him things and lash out at him even though it hurt because he thought it might make it better. He’d take it until his hands shook and he’d have to exhale to steady himself and leave through a portal, Sun Wukong yelling obscenities behind him. He’d always come back and act like nothing happened until Sun Wukong started all over and Macaque would sit until he couldn’t take anymore, leave and then come back later and repeat the process all over again. 

But even a stone wore down eventually, and Macaque was far from as firm and unyielding as stone. His friend’s words chipped away at him little by little until he snapped back, angry at him for not opening his eyes and seeing where they were, why they were there in the first place. Furious at him for being angry at everyone and everything but himself, the real reason he was chained under a mountain and uselessly screaming threats at the cavern as if the echos would carry into the Celestial Court. He was angry at him for looking at Macaque and deciding he wasn’t enough. 

“I did it for YOU--for US!” Sun Wukong roared at him.  

And maybe it had started that way. Maybe it had been for him once. For them. Or maybe Macaque had turned a blind eye to the lies that had always been there. Maybe Sun Wukong had always been self-centred and selfish and Macaque was too stupid to see it. 

He snapped back, because Sun Wukong was trapped, he was trapped and so he would sit and he would listen. He would hear every word he’d ignored, every warning Macaque had tried to give him, every accusation and hurt Macaque felt, he would hear it all and he would listen.

Macaque called him a demon. Like so many others before, every Celestial and human they’d come into contact with, he called him a demon. But unlike the others, Sun Wukong didn’t stretch his shoulder and let it roll off his back. Instead, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened. He reacted in a way Macaque had never seen him before. He saw him react and all he could think was ‘good.’ 

It was all a bit of a blur after. He couldn’t remember a lot of what he said. He stumbled and leaned against a tree. His hands were shaking, his arms were trembling. His feet were unsteady under him. They’d never fought like that before. A lot of it was a blur but Sun Wukong's last words, banishing him from returning ran clear in his ears. And that alone made him bitter enough to close his shadow portal and decide then and there he was never going back. 

Macaque had only ever wanted three things, but now? He didn’t know what he wanted. 

A lot happened after that. Bad things. Things he would rather not remember, but one thing was certain. The Six-Eared Macaque as he was, without the Monkey King was vulnerable. He was weak. He was all alone and many preyed on him simply for his association with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.  

So Macaque did all he could think of to do. 

He built up a wall, a persona of sorts. He needed to become someone else, someone they couldn’t hurt so easily. He needed to become loud rather than quiet, brash rather than nervous, scary rather than soft. He needed to become someone no one would mess with or dare linger around. He needed to become someone powerful enough to say no. Someone who didn’t want things as stupid and simple as naps in the sun and sweet fruit handpicked from trees and being around friends. He needed to become someone who didn’t care. 

But who could he mirror? Who’s confidence and brashness could he channel? Who’s lack of care for the people around them could he mimic and hold close and make himself believe he felt? Who’s personality could he take and warp into what he remembered, vicious and hurtful and power hungry? Who’s weapon could he replicate and clench in his hand when he felt an inkling of care for people who wouldn’t care for him when it really counted? Who could he mimic to become someone else who didn’t want simple things like holding hands with a best friend and picking fruit until they smiled? 

Why Sun Wukong of course. 

The most selfish person he knew. 

(note: please don't slander sun wukong in the notes Macaque's opinions do not reflect the my own regarding the great sage equaling heaven-- hGLS;KJFD)

[madzilla84]

Necromancer School?

Something I want to know, but I guess never will - how does the Mourn Watch / Nevarran tertiary education* system work, exactly? Emmrich is a Professor, but what institution awarded that? Presumably there is a university (or universities) in Nevarra (probably Nevarra City?), but is the Mourn Watch sort of a university itself? Is it large enough for that? Like who is awarding these PHDs and professorships?? 

You can walk past a group of Watchers in the Necropolis who talk about having had both Emmrich and another teacher during their training (in this case, Advanced Spirit Calling), but do the teachers, Emmrich and the others, go off to a University somewhere up to a point and get their qualifications and then return to the Mourn Watch to specialise or is the MW just. offering university-and-beyond qualifications itself? (Or a bit of both??) Do they also have to do teacher/lecturer training? 

Hezenkoss mentions being mad that ‘they’ wouldn’t give her a PHD and I always wondered which it was… given *all* mages in Nevarra are apparently necromancers (which sounds wild to me; like, *none* of them specialise in other magics? Or do they essentially double-major?), presumably all of their tertiary-level learning institutions are teaching necromancy? And then the Mourn Watch presumably does its own elite, next-level training for its own people? Probably?? Maybe??

I dunno, I guess we’ll never know any of this stuff, I’m just so curious, especially now I’m finally playing a MW Rook and I’m wondering how and where she might have trained compared to Emmrich and the others. It (the MW) can’t be a *super* small teaching institution because she said she and Emmrich had never met before the events of DAV… i know you can’t really compare to modern-day university education but even so, in this setting they’re not just calling themselves doctors/professors etc, it seems to be awarded by an institution of some kind (like Professor Kenric in DAI).

I will always be sad that there won’t be a world of thedas volume 3, clearly I need it 🥺

*this might just be a UK term only, in which case - tertiary education is stuff after secondary school/high school basically, so university/college and beyond

[kay9leo]

McStareface Part 3 - NO JEWELRY!

Trequel to McStareface Part 1

Sequel to McStareface Part 2 - Smack Talk

No Jewelry

Was the purpose of this entire mini comic series (Especially part 3) because of panel 9?

YES***

Like Eda Mode's "NO CAPES!", growing up when I used to play sports in school we were not allowed to wear jewelry while playing.

And in my mind, magical dueling is as much of a sport just like any other individual 1-v-1 muggle sport.

When I first saw that duel between MC and Sebastian in which Prof. Hecat pits the two students against each other, I couldn't help but think that if that was me, out of habit, I would jump off the piste (in fencing terms, that is the fencing strip play area you would duel on and I would like to imagine that's also the magical name of the dueling strip play area since to me dueling is just the magical version of fencing) and immediately take my jewelry off because I have no wishes to become the next horror story of how wearing jewelry during sports caused an injury.

And hence why part 1, 2 and 3 of McStareface was born - all because of panel 9.

That's it.

That's the whole reason.

***That and to give a reason for Iñaki to call Sebastian "Stare-y McStareface" since she doesn't know his name yet. She essentially gave him the Boaty McBoatface type of nickname as a stand in until she learned his real name 😂. I needed to make part one in order to get part 2 and 3 where I wanted to be and for that nickname she picked for him to make sense. 🤣 This was more than 3 months in the making 😂🤣😂

You won't be catching Iñaki getting a dumb injury because of her jewelry, but unfortunately (or fortunately I guess in this case -depending which scenario you're looking at due to my MC coming from NY) most people (muggleborns and half-bloods who know muggle culture and seen American media) will probably see her taking her earrings as a sign she's going to get in a serious fight and she's not someone to not play around with. Especially since she's Latina and when you tell people that you're from New York, everyone automatically think's you're from the city lol. Ahh, stereotypes. I didn't mean to accidentally stumble upon it with Iñaki 😅😂.

(I mean she used to be from NYC before she moved to the 'burbs and turned to a suburban kid, but that's not the point XD)

While Iñaki isn't someone to play around, (she has ancient magic - not that anybody knows about it) she REALLY just doesn't want to get injured wearing jewelry while playing magical sports. Heck getting your earrings caught in either clothing, your comb or hair is painful (speaking from experience), I REALLY don't want to imagine how painful it will be in a sports injury. 😬

So she gives it to Natty to hold since she finds her new friendly classmate trustworthy enough to hold it. And Natty is all too pleased to help her new friend.

After all, Natty wants for her new friend, Iñaki, to destroy sweep Sebastian off his feet seeing how Natty couldn't defeat her number one nemesis in Crossed Wands yet. 🤗

Just a girl who wants to support another girl to destroy her dueling rival -just girly things, you know? 🤗🤭😁

Not that Natty is the only one who wants to see the undefeatable Sebastian Sallow go down.

Even if Iñaki doesn't know anything about his dueling record -heck, she doesn't even know who McStareface is- one thing she does know is that she's SOOOOO looking forward to returning the favor of his smack talk in a duel 🤗😁🤗

After all, it's “Perro que ladra no muerde”/ (A dog that barks doesn't bite) talk to her right now. And after her rough entrance to Hogwarts, Iñaki knows how to bite between the dragon, knights and everything not nice she had to face so far up to this point.

So a duel with McStareface should be fun. 🤗

✨🌺💅🌺✨Just girly things, you know? ✨🌺💅🌺✨

Click Here For Iñaki "MC" Martinez Cariaga Masterlist

[licorishh]

*FONTAINE SPOILERS*

Y'all laugh at the fact that Tartaglia randomly falling into the Abyss one day as a kid ended up being the catalyst for Fontaine's eventual predicted destruction but all this means is that from the start Tartaglia was intended to fall into the Abyss and become a Harbinger and thus has always been doomed by the narrative

[lokigodofaces]

It sucks when you learn something new which might be the answer to a question you've had for a while but you don't even know where to start to see if it really is the answer.

[markantonys]

i'm laughing about how i was so mad when i first pieced together promo shots and realized min would be going to cairhien where rand is in s2, i was like "UGH the LAST thing we need is them shoehorning in more min/rand time when she already monopolizes his time for half the series, why the hell would they do this!" and then it turns out that min going to cairhien was purely to facilitate a cauthor reunion and she didn't even see rand once the entire time. chef's kiss, 10/10, they really got me good. #PutMatInThePolycule

[chocolatewoosh]

Roel and Koste! A two headed ghostly plant covered seal creature from SPACE!!! Anyway I love them Designed by ocularguts!

[akai-anna]

*cracks knuckles and rolls up sleeves* it's Q time

[starryeyedstray]

okay i was gonna put this in the tags but i was really peeping at these parts and i just wanted to yap about it

so you replacement legs and arms which you can get a "power unit upgrade". so clearly androids will have varying strength and speed levels depending on whether they've been upgraded or not.

then there's a "thirium cell"??? what is a thirium cell??? the shape LOOKS like a pump regulator but it's clearly not as evidenced in the third picture. it's like a weird little cannister filled with thirium 310. it seems to hint its like a battery cell???? put where do you put it in your android? how often do you need to replace it? is this like the alternative to the thirium pouches. is this how most consumers replace their thirium in their androids?? are liquid bags of thirium typically bought in bulk for like repair shops and the like?? the regular customer just buys these little batteries instead??? so curious.

then there's like these boxes which seem to be like downloadable software? one offers "robot protection" which i assume is alike an antivirus thing. and the other is for "smooth and durable skin". which means the synthskin and hair are controlled by software and thus can be reprogrammed to change the appearance. the fact that there is a durability suggests skin can be worn down or erode. perhaps it wears down in a way similar to lucy.

and then there's the eye which is just a replacement. i have some thoughts about android eyes but this seems to be just the the front plate of the eye not the actually ocular unit (like the one markus has to replace in the junkyard.

sooooo interesting to see these background details from a world building perspective.

Spare parts.

[prokopetz]

I'm not gonna claim that most Tumblr polls are anything like rigorously structured, but I've seen a lot of folks rather smugly asserting that having a "not applicable" option that ends up dominating all other responses is evidence that the person who created the poll is incompetent, and y'all: under the specific circumstances in which these polls are constructed and distributed, that outcome is evidence of good poll design, not bad poll design. Yes, even when the "not applicable" responses outnumber all other responses ten to one. There are several reasons for that:

At the time of this posting, Tumblr polls have no "see response" button. The only ways to see a poll's distribution of responses are to wait for the poll to conclude, or to respond yourself – and not only are people on social media typically curious and impatient, many of them also know that there's no way they'll remember to check back later once the poll has concluded, so in practice, their opportunity to see the results is now or never. Adding a little note to the poll insisting that people who aren't part of the targeted demographic should refrain from voting isn't necessarily going to restrain that impulse. Indeed, it may end up encouraging folks who otherwise wouldn't have picked a random result-revealing response to do so, because fuck you, don't tell me what to do.

Many respondents genuinely won't realise they're not part of the targeted demographic until after they've voted. It doesn't matter how much text you add to contextualise the poll, because they'll read the poll first, and if they read the accompanying text at all, it's only after they've responded. Heck, a lot of folks don't even bother to read the question before responding to a poll; they just start going down the options and reflexively click the first one that seems like it might apply to them, then go back and read what was actually being asked (and complain in the notes if it turns out that they misunderstood). Even a well-meaning person can only comply with instructions they've actually read; for those folks, clicking the "not applicable" option is what compliance looks like.

Even folks who do fit your poll's targeted demographic can fall prey to the imp of the perverse. Giving the most accurate response rather than the most entertaining one can be a real struggle for a lot of folks; in scientific analysis of polling data, this is known as the "mischievous responder bias". In an informal setting like Tumblr, it's reasonable to suppose that the mischievous responder effect might be exaggerated compared to polls conducted in more formal contexts, and a well-designed poll is going to take that into account. A humorous "not applicable" option provides an escape by affording folks the freedom to screw around with the knowledge that they're not polluting useful data by doing so; in practice, the "I am a toaster" option is a mischievous response filter.

What this adds up to is that a poll where 90% of the responses hit the "not applicable" button is more likely to have yielded useful data than a poll with a narrow target audience where some unknown percentage of the responses represent folks not reading the instructions, clicking random options to see the results, and/or taking the piss.

[zedleaked]

[[Geez Louise!]] WHAT YEAR IS IT? AM I BACK IN THE [21st]??? I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THESE LONG NOSED FREAKS AGAIN SINCE I FOUND OUT THEY HAD NEW THINGS TO SAY LET'S TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE AND TALK ABOUT SPAM AND HIS COWORKERS!

NEW CHAPTER 4 ADDISON INTERACTIONS:

LET'S START WITH THE [NEO] [NEW]: IN CHAPTER 4 THE ADDISONS GET NEW DIALOGUE! EACH TIME YOU REENTER THEIR AREA, THE ADDISONS AT THEIR BOOTH CHANGE! HERE'S A COLLECTION OF THOSE INTERACTIONS.

STARTING WITH: PINK AND ORANGE... WHO COULD THAT PINK FELLA BE POSSIBLY REFERRING TO...

NEXT UP: ORANGE AND YELLOW! I THINK YOU MIGHT WANT TO RECONSIDER THAT ONE, YELLOW. + MISTAKE ME IF I'M WRONG BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN YELLOW ADDISON'S FRONT SPRITE IN GAME! YOU COULD ONLY FIND THEIR BACK SPRITE BACK IN THE TRASHZONE [WHICH WE WILL TALK ABOUT LATER]

NOW: YELLOW AND BLUE! FUNNY THAT YELLOW IS THE ONE TALKING ABOUT TEA BECAUSE PINK IS THE TEA VENDOR... ALSO BLUE'S DIALOGUE OK MAN.

BLUE AND PINK: THIS ONE IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE #HUGYOURSELF IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY MY SCRIBBLES, THERE ARE A FEW SUBTLE REFERENCES TO SPAMTON/HIS DIALOGUE WHEN YOU SPEAK WITH THE ADDISONS BUT WHATEVER COULD THIS MEAN?! ARE MY KIDS SAFE?! HOW ABOUT WE DIAL IT BACK A LITTLE...

SPAMTON AND HIS "FRIENDS":

THE YEAR IS [2021] DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2 JUST CAME OUT, HOW TIME FLIES!!! [[Oh god, it's so far back]]. YOU MEET THIS ODD SPAMTON GUY, AND HE'S SHAPING UP TO BE QUITE THE CHARACTER! YOU ASK HIM ABOUT HIS HISTORY, HIS FRIENDS BUT...

THIS IS ALL HE HAS TO SAY. HE DOESN'T NEED THEM.

ASKING THE ADDISONS ABOUT SPAMTON:

CLEARLY, THE PAST IS FAR, FAR BEHIND HIM. BUT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT BE NOSY [HAHA]. THESE ADDISON FELLAS AROUND TOWN SEEM TO RESEMBLE THE GUY QUITE A BIT, WHY DON'T WE ASK THEM INSTEAD?

...STILL, VAGUE RADIO SILENCE. FOR WHATEVER REASON THEY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM.

THEY MUST'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER, RIGHT? THERE'S NO WAY THEY DON'T. HECK, HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS MANNEQUIN THEY LUG AROUND EVERYWHERE THAT BEARS AN UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO SPAMTON? NOT ONLY THAT IT LOOKS MORE AND MORE LIKE HIM THE MORE TIME PASSES DO THEY MISS HIM?

SPAMTON HIMSELF ALSO SEEMS TO REACT TO THE MANNEQUIN, IF YOU TRY TO GO THROUGH WITH HIS DEAL AND HAVE IT ON YOU, HE DOES NOTABLY LESS DAMAGE TO YOU... DOES HE RECOGNISE IT?

NOT ONLY THAT, YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO PUT SPAMTON HIMSELF INSIDE IT, HOWEVER, HE DOESN'T LET IT HAPPEN.

SPAMTON NEO:

SO, WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PUSH EVERYONE TO THEIR LIMITS? COMPLETELY [FREEZE] EVERYONE WITH YOUR DISPLAY? WELL, WHEN SPAMTON ACHIEVES HIS [NEO] FORM HE SAYS THIS: JUST THE IDEA OF CALLING FOR HELP, CALLING OUT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CARE FOR YOU, IT MAKES HIM SICK.

HE TALKS ABOUT MUTTERING YOUR LOST FRIENDS NAMES AT THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER, VERY OBVIOUS PROJECTION... AND IT MATCHES UP WITH WHAT HE SAYS IN HIS INTRODUCTION TOO... HIS FRIENDS ABANDONING HIM [FOR THE SLIME] HIS SALES GOING DOWN THE [DRAIN] LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN.

TRASHZONE EPILOGUE:

...BUT... WHAT IF YOU WANTED... MORE?

HEAD OVER TO YOUR LOCAL [TRASH HEAP] AND FIND...

THE ADDISONS, WILLING TO SHARE ALL THAT THEY KNOW.

SPAMTON WAS AN ADDISON LIKE THEM BACK IN THE DAY, JUST UNFORTUNATE. THERE SEEMS TO BE A LITTLE SYMPATHY THERE, AT LEAST ON YELLOW'S PART.

THEY GATHER HERE AFTER YOUR FIGHT WITH SPAMTON NEO, BY THE WAY. THERE SEEM TO BE NO OTHER TRIGGERS FOR THIS INTERACTION OTHER THAN FIGHTING HIM. HOW DID THEY KNOW? DID YOUR CURIOUS QUERIES ABOUT THEIR OLD CO-WORKER LEAD THEM TO THE GARBAGE TO... REMINISCE?

A BLUE ADDISON REVEALS THAT SPAMTON AND THE REST OF THE ADDISONS WOULD MEET UP AT THE CYBER GRILL [I WISH THIS WAS A PLACE YOU COULD VISIT IN GAME],, SPAMTON WOULD FANTASIZE ABOUT MAKING IT BIG ONE DAY,, THIS SUGGESTS THEY WERE ALL CLOSE AT ONE POINT, HANGING OUT, HAVING FUN...

THE ORANGE ADDISON TALKS ABOUT HOW SPAMTON CONTACTED A CERTAIN SOMEONE. THIS PERSON MUST'VE BEEN GIVING HIM PLENTY OF ADVICE BECAUSE SPAMTON WOULDN'T GET OFF THE PHONE. THIS ALSO SHOWS HOW EVEN THE ADDISONS THEMSELVES SUSPECT THAT THIS PHONE CALL MAY HAVE BEEN SUPERNATURAL

THE PINK ADDISON TALKS ABOUT SPAMTON'S SUDDEN RISE IN SUCCESS, HOW HIS SEEMINGLY EFFORTLESS POPULARITY MADE EVERYONE JEALOUS, TO THE POINT OF LEAVING HIM, NOT VISITING HIM AT THE GRILL BECAUSE WELL... HE'S RICH AND DIDN'T NEED THEM ANYMORE... RIGHT?

THE OTHER YELLOW ADDISON PIPES ON ABOUT ALL OF HIS SUCCESSFUL DEALS- [WHAT IS *HE* DOING THERE]- BUT... EVENTUALLY THOSE ALL SLIPPED THROUGH, ALL CAME CRASHING DOWN ON HIM IN AN INSTANT... ALMOST LIKE WHATEVER WAS HELPING HIM JUST... ABANDONED HIM TOO.

...SPAMTON HAD TO GET EVICTED FROM THE MANSION, THROW AWAY EVERYTHING HE HAD BUILT UP. WHEN ONE OF THE BLUE ADDISONS WENT TO FIND HIM... AND THEY WERE MET WITH WAS A PHONE LEFT OFF IT'S HANDLE... AND WHEN THEY PUT THE PHONE UP TO THEIR EAR... THEY GOT NOTHING BUT GARBAGE NOISE.

SPAMTON AND THE ADDISONS NEVER FAIL TO DESTROY ME, THEY WERE A HUGE PART OF MY ART BACK IN THE DAY. I TRULY BELIEVE THEM ABANDONING SPAMTON OUT OF JEALOUSY WAS THE BEGINNING OF THAT MAN'S UNDOING. THEY COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THE CONSEQUENCES. THE TOTAL BITTERNESS THAT GREW IN THAT PUPPET AFTER THEIR BETRAYAL, THAT LEAD HIM ON THE PATH TO ABSOLUTE WICKEDNESS. IF HE HAD AT LEAST *ONE* OF THEM TO FALL ONTO AFTER HIS MARKET CRASH MAYBE THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT.

BUT HE MADE TOO MANY ENEMIES.

HIS EGO WAS TOO BIG.

SPAMTON'S FATE:

ONE OF THE LAST TIMES THE ADDISONS DIRECTLY MENTION SPAMTON IS IN THE SPAMTON SWEEPSTAKES, I AM LIKE 90% SURE THIS IS ONE OF THE ADDISONS SPEAKING HERE. THEIR JEALOUSY EXPRESSED AT THE BEGINNING, THEIR WANT TO HAVE WHAT HE HAD... I FEEL THAT'S A CLEAR SIGN AS TO WHO WROTE THIS

THEY SEEM TO HAVE THEIR REASONS TO VOTE FOR EITHER SIDE, CONSIDERING THEMSELVES ONE OF THE DECIDERS OF SPAMTON'S FATE ALONG WITH US. FOR SILENCE, THEY SAY THAT MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE DESERVES THE FAME MORE THAN HIM. FOR FREEDOM, THEY ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR TREATMENT OF SPAMTON...

CONCLUSION:

THE ADDISONS, MUCH LIKE SPAMTON HIMSELF, HAVE PUT THE PAST BEHIND THEM, REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE MAN AND EVEN IF THEY DO, THEY DIVERT THE CONVERSATION QUICKLY... COMPARED TO TENNA, WHO COPES BY LOUDLY EXPRESSING HIS HATRED, TENNA IS MUCH MORE ATTACHED TO THE PAST THAN THE ADS.

NOWADAYS, THEY SEEM TO BE USING SPAMTON'S OLD PHRASES, AS SHOWN IN THE CHAPTER 4 CASTLE TOWN DIALOGUE... NOW THAT MOST OF THEM HAVE LIKELY MOVED ON FROM HIM, THEY'VE BEEN TRYING TO USE HIS TRICKS IN AN ATTEMPT TO GAIN SUCCESS LIKE HE DID. EVEN TAKING A JOB FOR TENNA.

THESE GUYS MEANT A LOT TO ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER IT MADE ME JUMP WHEN I SAW THEM IN CHAPTER 4 THE TRAGEDY OF THE ADDISONS NEVER FAILS TO MAKE MY HEART HURT AND REMIND ME OF OLDER TIMES... THANKS FOR READING MY THREAD ABOUT THEM, I HOPE THIS MADE YOU LIKE THEM JUST A LITTLE MORE... <3

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

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YOU, @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos

Mysterious-artist-whos-at-the-top-of-every-music-streaming-site-out-there-but-noone-knows-who-it-is-because-he-remains-hidden-and-refuse-to-show-himself!Raph AU

[duckprintspress]

suddenly got curious why people follow us, and also just in general why people follow each other. i know for me I usually follow my friends, whether we became friends on another platform (Discord, Ravelry, AO3, etc.) or because we became friends after interacting with each others' personal posts.

but yeah.

tell prev why you followed them (vote and tell um in the tags!), then reblog to find out in the tags why people follow you!

[icemankazansky]

What day is today? It's Ziggy's Gotcha Day!

I'm so sorry I haven't given you a dog update in eight months. I'm going to heck.

Today is Ziggy's first Gotcha Day! Elio's third was earlier this month. They are both doing swell. Ziggy is in such a different place than he was a year ago. When he got here, he was significantly underweight, his grooming neglected. He was undersocialized and fearful.

This is not fearful. This is wearing a hoodie after a bath.

Today he is thriving!

Ziggy is at his goal weight, and he is only afraid of a few normal things like the vacuum cleaner. Overall, he has normal temperament for his breed: cautious but curious.

Ziggy's socialization skills have improved dramatically over the past year; now, for the most part, he enjoys people and gets excited to see them instead of being fearful. He loves pets, playing, and cuddling.

Both of your ears are inside out. Embarrassing.

The eepiest.

Ziggy loves other dogs, and he loves playing with toys, especially very small stuffies. (He is very small! They're him-sized!) His favorite toy is a haunted house with bats inside that he can pull out and run around with.

Heck you, Dracula.

Iggies are stackable.

His other hobbies include running around in the backyard with the other dogs, sunning himself, and sleeping in heated dog baskets. He is super affectionate and very sweet.

This is normal iggy behavior, actually.

[harunayuuka2060]

*Vil looked at MC with a serious expression. Trey and Jade were bound to their seats by rose vines—though in Jade’s case, he was almost entirely swallowed by them, with only his nose left exposed so he could breathe.

Trey: Hey... Isn't this a bit too much?

Jade: *muffled sounds*

MC: Do forgive my caution—I'm all too aware of what the esteemed vice dorm leaders of Heartslabyul and Octavinelle are capable of. Surely, you can’t fault me for being just a little… *smiles* vigilant.

Vil: ...

Vil: Are you implying that you're not threatened by me?

MC: *chuckles* You're free to interpret it however you wish.

Vil: Why you—

*MC set four distinct cocktails before him, each glass glistening under the dim lighting. As the mingled aromas of citrus and spirits wafted toward him, Vil's nose wrinkled in distaste, his lips pressing into a thin line of disapproval.*

MC: I'd be honored if you'd join me, Vil.

Vil: *suspicious* An offer?

MC: Think of it as a simple game. You must guess which of these cocktails is poisoned and offer it to me. If you're right, I'll let you leave this place. But if you're wrong… I'll shatter this shard—

MC: *holds up the mirror shard, nearly identical to the one Leona had* —and you'll be trapped here with me.

Vil: What…? That doesn’t make any sense. If I win and you end up drinking the poison, you’ll—

MC: Sympathy is a luxury you can't afford right now, Vil. *smiles at him softly*

Vil: ...

Leona: Jack, stop it.

Jack: *has been trying to get back in but to no avail*

Jack: I shouldn't have left!

Ruggie: Correction: You were thrown out.

Floyd: I wonder what Jade's doing. I guess he's doing a lousy job if he isn't here yet.

Riddle: ...

Cater: Are you worried about Trey-kun, Riddle?

Riddle: No, I’m sure he’s doing his best in this situation.

Ace: Yeah, Trey-senpai is going to be fine. But... Jack?

Jack: What?

Ace: What does this MC look like? Are they hot?

Jack: Huh?

Epel: Are you being serious right now?

Ace: *pouts* What? I'm just curious.

Cater: I get you, Acey-kun. This is how you cope.

Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek: ...

Sebek: My liege, with five still unaccounted for, I humbly propose we start immediately.

Lilia: Leona initiated the group arrangements by integrating members across dorms. It would be improper for us to deviate from this system now.

Sebek: Well...

Silver: And we have to ensure the others are safe before we proceed.

Sebek: ...

Malleus: Be patient, Sebek.

Sebek: Yes, Waka-sama...

MC: Have you made your choice?

Vil: ...

Trey: Is there any hint?

Jade: *muffled sound*

Vil: ...

Vil: MC.

MC: *smiles* Yes?

Vil: Should I assume all these cocktails are laced with poison?

Trey: Huh?

MC: ...

MC: *chuckles* If that's the case, why not use it to your advantage? I won’t be altering the rule I’ve set.

Vil: ...

Vil: From the very beginning, you had no intention of trapping us. If you did, you wouldn’t have proposed this senseless game. You control this place—you could’ve had us in the palm of your hand if you wanted to.

Trey and Jade: ...

Trey: *his gaze softened at MC* You planned on losing?

MC: ...

MC: Ah. Caught red-handed, it seems. *a wry smile flickers across their face as they casually select a cocktail—then drinks it without hesitation*

Trey and Vil: !!!

MC: *smiles and leans in close to Vil, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead while discreetly slipping the mirror shard into his hand*

Vil: Potato—

MC: Does this remind you of that day? *chuckles*

Vil, Trey, and Jade: ...

Leona: How is it?

Vil: I have it...

Trey: ...

Azul: Jade?

Jade: ...The details are not mine to share.

Trey: ... *sigh*

The others: ...

Idia: I'm getting scared now, what the heck...

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Soulmate! Au ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 043 ✦ ┆・

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I'm willing to bind myself to you] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo had always been curious about the little red string attached to his finger. He had this way before his regression. His mother always told him that he is lucky that he can see his red string, it meant that he would find his lover faster than anybody else would.

Does he, a man who really could care less about fantasy romance— Find this whole thing cheesy? Definitely.

While others would certainly start flipping rocks just to find their 'one true love'; Jinwoo did none of that.

He had priorities to deal with.

Such as suddenly becoming the patriarch of the family due to his father going missing, trying to provide care to his mother who has come down into a coma, and taking care of his dear baby sister on top of that.

Jinwoo probably got into debt in the process of trying to shoulder all the financial problems.

Would you really think he had some time for romantic relationships and much less go hunting for a needle in a haystack?

However... He did have some small chemistry with Hae-in, though, it felt more shallow than anything. After all, they only met a few times and decided to roll with it just because.

It felt... Empty so to speak.

They say that romance feels like a tidal wave, once it comes— It overwhelms you with such force you'd have nothing more choice than to kneel before it and surrender yourself to it's mercy.

But Jinwoo couldn't feel any of that with Hae-in.

Don't get him wrong, she is a wonderful person. Kind, pretty, all that and whatnot.

But what can he do if a heart does not want what it wants?

His red string wouldn't be reacting neither. Not a glow, not a tug, no nothing.

Jinwoo would eventually find himself just ignoring the little red string until the time he regresses.

Heck, he even forgot about it even if it's literally tied to his very own finger.

And as he traversed the long hallways of his school, hands shoved in his pockets while listening to his friends banter around him— He felt a soft tug on his finger.

"H-hey! Knock it off, I wanna pull for Aventurine myself!" A voice would erupt his bewilderment as a sharp tug at his finger pulls again. "Iseol!"

He looks back to see your figure running after your friend who had taken your phone.

"Huh..." Jinwoo hums, shaking his head and turning away.

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Jinwoo felt entirely restless after that little meeting. It's not like he caught a proper glimpse at you, your back was turned the entire time.

And yet he finds himself completely fidgety. His sister even rants that he had been pacing for hours if she wouldn't snap him out of his little trance.

Has he lost his mind over a girl he hasn't properly seen? Definitely.

Is it the effects of the red string? Not impossible.

"Goddamnit!" Jinwoo sighs, ruffling his head and flopping onto the bed.

"My liege..." Beru's small voice calls out. "My lord, you are... Anxious."

"Tell me about it" Jinwoo scoffs, groaning through his pillow.

"...My liege, I have her scent, do you wish to track he—"

"You do?!" Jinwoo perks up, staring intensely at his soldier before mentally slapping himself. "Ack... No, don't make me a creep"

He felt frustrated, why would he do that? Why should he? He might as well spend his time in jail for even trying to entertain the idea of stalking you.

Jinwoo's gaze would then absentmindedly drift towards the red string on his ring fingerz nothing how much vibrant it's color is now compared to before.

Was it your doing? Maybe.

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He told himself not to be a creep and yet found himself somewhat lingering around you. All the little things about you, he started taking note of.

From memorizing the frequent pastries you buy from the cafeteria, to the drinks you often buy from the vending machine, and even trying to overhear the games you play on your phone.

It was really just curiousity.

After all, he can't help but find it cute on the way your eyes would perk up as you ramble on to your friends about some lore or complaining about some game mechanics because of how hard it was.

Jinwoo was just about to leave you to your own devices until your voice ripped through the air—

"AVENTURINE!!!!" You cheer, standing up immediately and pacing back and forth. "HE'S HOME, AFTER SACRIFICING 30 DOLLARS FOR THIS DAMN BASTARD HE'S HOM—!!!!"

Your heart dropped immediately as your shoe got caught over on a crack— And for sure you were going to land but instead a hand would reach out to hold your shoulder and keep you steady.

"Easy there," Jinwoo says, helping you stand straight.

"!!!!" You panic, pulling away with your face entirely flushed. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!..."

"Wait, calm down—...." Jinwoo wasn't even given a second any longer to speak as you dashed away in a frenzy.

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Your heart is beating out of your chest, your lungs are barely catching any breath as you coughed, the noises you made akin to whistles while trying to gasp out for air.

It's tight.

Painful.

Your hands are sweating, trembling as if it's suffering from frostbite.

Is it fear?

No.

It's just how you react after being way too dangerously close to the person you adored so much.

His eyes.

God those grey eyes.

Long lashes, a high nose bridge, thin peach lips, and that agonizingly relaxing scent on him— Gods.

Not to mention his height, he was like a tower. And those broad shoulders underneath his baggy clothing that hid the muscular form underneath—

Sung JInwoo will be the death of you.

You had been avoiding him ever since coming here.

How long has it been?... Ah... It's been 3 years since you arrived in this world.

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It was supposed to be your doctor's appointment. Since you have arrived an hour earlier from your check-up, you decided to stroll around the mall first.

Okay, you weren't really taking a stroll.

Your strides are purposeful and hurried, the goal is clear:

Get to the bookstore.

As you recalled, it should be at the other end of the mall.

It didn't matter how long you're going to walk, you needed to see if it's there. Nothing is more important than that.

Taking the elevator down and nearly having a heart attack from the sound of it creaking as it took you to the lower level; you stepped out and dashed immediately to the entrance.

Glancing around like a madman, you scoured the large and intimidating place before deciding to enter completely and attempt to look for the section you needed to be in.

Passing by interesting books wasn't the goal, and after almost 3 minutes of going in circles you finally saw the section you needed to be in.

As soon as your eyes landed on the cover of the book you have been searching for— You had to swallow your squeals.

Your hands however? They were shaking so bad.

You paced back and forth for a bit before finally deciding to reach out on the book and take it out of it's shelf cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, you gently pry open the thing and feel your heart flutter.

"Jinwoo-ah...." You mumble, giggling quietly as your eyes dilate into heart shapes at the sight of the precious man you cannot stop obsessing over.

Carding your digits carefully on the fine paper, your stroke Jinwoo's face on the page delicately like you were handling the most fragile little thing ever.

You can't help but admire him all the more as you silently freak out like a madman in the aisle.

He was so handsome.

And now that you can physically run your fingers across the pages while crushing on him felt a whole lot different.

You had about a decent amount of money on you, it should be fine. As you reach for your little bag, you hear some crackling above your head.

The next thing you knew? You were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

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You assume you must have died that day while shopping for your first ever solo leveling purchase. After all, you suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar apartment.

It tooka while to get used to it, but apparently you're in seoul living alone in a decent apartment with a black card containing a lot of money.

Complaints? Nowhere.

— Except that Solo Leveling doesn't exist in this world.

Did you have a literal mental breakdown over it? He yeah.

Big tears, pathetic sniffles and nasty snot. All that.

You cried like a toddler just because you cant do your monthly ritual of rereading solo leveling and admiration of Jinwoo anymore.

So with salty tears you grab a pencil and paper to start sketching him down. If you can't read, mind as well draw the image of him when it's still fresh.

It took 3 weeks to recover, and in youur room, your desk is full of Jinwoo's sketches. It isn't the same as the manhwa but it's the best you could do.

It took another 2 to finally come to terms with your new reality.

You're rich, mind as well live life, right?

You even enrolled to a highschool. After all, k-dramas are always centered around that part of life. Why not experience it yourself?

After successfully buying all of your school materials, you glance down at your ring finger and notice a delicately tied red string.

Huh...

That wasn't there yesterday.

Picking at it and attempting to take it off didn't work. So after an hour of struggling, you gave in and let it be.

Maybe the string was proof that you had died.

And maybe it was a sign that this is your purgatory. Or not, everything is way too normal except for no Jinwoo.

So heh....

But ah, it wasn't part of your plans to see a figure... Way too familiar.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

Three words and you associate it with only one person.

Amidst the crowd of students lined up on the grounds your eyes zeroed in instantly on a single boy who stood out amongst everyone.

No way... Right?

That piercing gaze, the fluffy hoodie, and a glove on his left hand.

That was Jinwoo's appearance when he regressed in time and went into highschool.

Shit.

Isn't your uniform similar to Jinah's?

You should've realized in the first place.

Wait no, you're not really mad it's just!... Jinwoo... Seeing him on the crowd, the probability of meeting him in the hallways isn't zero.

How are you going to survive? Is this why there isn't solo leveling in this world?

Because this world is where the protagonist lives?

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And that is the story of how you arrived here in this world. During the 2 months of being in school, you occasionally passed by Jinwoo, and in each fleeting moment you had to hide in the washroom to try and calm yourself from your panic. Your heart would beat as if it's going to explode, your breathing would be erratic each time that you cant really take a breath.

You always knew that meeting him will quite take a toll on you because you loved him so much, but you didn't think it would be this bad that you look like you're having a panic attack.

Stay Calm.

You need to stay calm. If you pass out from fangirling over your precious idol it'll be embarassing as hell.

Calm down.

You need to calm down.

It's not like he actually saw you, it'll be fine.

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No, it wasn't fine.

Somehow, crossing paths with Jinwoo became more uncharacteristically frequent. It's to the point that you needed to actively avoid his usual walking routes.

Is it stupid to hide from someone who has the ability to locate anyone at any given moment? Yes.

Will you still keep doing it? Yes.

You don't hate Jinwoo, you just cant handle being around him knowing how much adoration you hold inside your heart and knowing that he will never be yours.

It should be around this season when Jinwoo asks Chae Hae-in out and kisses her under the falling snow.

It isn't december 24th yet but... Does it matter?

She's so lucky, having someone like him to admire her.

The only thing you have with you is a lonely life with money.

As well as this stupid red string wrapped around your finger.

What is it meant to represent anyway? A lover?

Surely not.

Who would love you?

The sad, pathetic, lonely, and broken you who doesn't belong in this world.

Just like your previous life and this one, you feel an awful sense of alienation that is unpleasant. The kind of loneliness that eats at your heart every single day.

"Ah, you're here?" A voice from behind you makes you jump and instantly whip your head around.

"A-ah..." You panic, recognizing the familiar grey eyes.

"Now, don't even run away." Jinwoo simply says, smiling.

It made you gulp honestly, something about that grin made you feel like he's willing to pull you into the land of eternal rest if you do.

"U-uhm..." You sputter, fidgeting.

"Not even wearing gloves in this weather?" He inquires, pulling the gloves off of his hands and gently taking yours.

"..."

The red string on your finger tingled, glowing softly as the broken ends binded itself to the strings on Jinwoo's finger.

"How cute" Jinwoo interrupts the silence. "Even if you run away now, these strings will keep us binded."

"W-wait!" You panic, utterly confused as you look up at him.

"I won't force myself on you," He says, his gaze moving from the strings to your eyes. "But I do want to court you properly,... If you'll let me."

"....."

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"That's the story of how me and your daddy got together," You hum softly, caressing your fingers softly against your stomach that is now holding a four month old growing baby.

"What a cute bedtime story," Jinwoo chuckles, approaching from the door and pecking your forehead. "Now, shouldn't you be asleep, hm? My pretty wife needs a lot of rest since you're carrying our little ball of sunshine"

"I just couldn't help it..." You pout at him, and he only pinches your cheek before leaning down to kiss your stomach.

"Mhm, I can tell" He shakes his head while gently pulling the blanket over you. "Go to sleep, jagiya. I still need to shower after a long day at the office"

"Please hurry..." You ask softly, tugging at his sleeve.

"I will" Jinwoo promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead again. "So go to sleep."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Sorry for the inactiveness ahhh... I'm quite burnt out as of late and I've been doing some commissions as well as running errands www. I'll postpone the cai requests for a bit longer ahhh... I have to make assassin au too ejshrgshs. Oh well, here's to praying I figure out wth I want to do with assassin au ꒱

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