#gonna be so real with y'all I watched Joy of Life with my fam a couple weeks ago and this is the result of that bouncing around my head

[yandere-dump]

Botched One Night Stand Yandere

Trigger Warnings - gore, violence, noncon/dubcon (they’re both really drunk/under the influence initially and there’s implications at the end), forced marriage, explicit sex scenes, there are cuss words (these warnings are for the work as a whole, like all the parts, so even tho this first part is mostly sfw I feel like I gotta tell u what ur getting into)

A/N: Sorry if this is horrendously formatted. This is my first post so tell me if I am doing smth wrong. Plz be nice abt it tho cuz fr I'm sensitive. Criticism is very welcome just please do a little compliment sandwich thnx

Usurper Yandere x Powerless Prince

Qing Simei woke up first, slowly sitting up in bed to avoid exacerbating his absolutely awful hangover. The pounding in his skull fucking hurt, and the sunlight streaming in from the window wasn’t doing him any favors. He did a big stretch, savoring the lovely release of tension from his back, before groggily rubbing at his eyes. Had he woken up late? The windows by his bed were all west-facing, so the direct sunlight to the face was somewhat unusual.

He turned to his left only to find an unfamiliar wall and—who was that? Mussed hair, kissable lips, and a massive amount of hickeys polka-dotting the man’s neck and shoulders. His eyes followed the path of soft, silky black hair as it flowed over the man’s chest and under the blanket where he could see the trail of hickeys continue underneath it all. Holy fuck he chewed this man up. What was he, an animal? His face was already burning in embarrassment at the sight. It only got worse as memories of the previous night began to resurface. Hot, sticky and lurid scenes from only hours before floated to the forefront as he tried to think of literally anything other than the handsome reminder of his mistake sleeping next to him.

He practically jumped out of his skin as the man groaned sleepily and proceeded to wrap those deliciously muscled arms around his waist. “Go back to sleep, sweet thing,” the man purred, causing Simei’s heart to leap into his throat. The lazy kisses on his stomach weren’t helping either, further distracting him from the pressing issue at hand. He prodded at the arm around his waist, “I need to go,” he muttered aloud. The man’s eyes snapped open. “You’re running off?” he said with an accusatory glare, grip tightening on his midsection.

“I’ll be back,” he searched for some kind of excuse, “I just want to wash up, I promise.” There was a pause, but the other seemed to believe him and let him slip out of his constricting hold.

He escaped from the curtained bed and feigned a relaxed walk towards the partition that hid the washbasin. Thankfully, he found his dark brown puddle of clothing behind the folding screen where he’d been bent over before they’d even made it to the bed. He hurriedly dressed himself, putting on his outer layers and belt before frantically tying up his hair so he wouldn’t look like a mess. Well, any more like a mess than he already did. If he had time he should at least check in the mirror for any visible hickeys. He quickly put on his shoes so he could take a sneaky glance back over the partition to gauge if the other man had caught on yet. He peeked over the thing, only to make direct eye contact with the other man who could probably only see the top of his head from their spot on the bed. That was enough, however, as his plans to flee were given away by the hastily placed hairpiece atop his haphazardly tied up hair. He froze, caught in the act. All those beautiful muscles tensed, and something primal in him instinctively knew he had to run. Just as the man lunged, he broke eye contact to clumsily scramble out the window.

He landed with a thud, the almost collision giving a poor vendor a terrible fright as he narrowly avoided skewering himself on sticks of candied fruit. Throwing out a half-baked apology, he saw his pursuer in his peripheral vision and bolted like a frightened deer. He ran as fast as he could, hoping to lose him within the sprawling streets of the capital. After taking a couple shortcuts through the winding streets, he made it to the palace walls. He scaled the wall with help from the great peach tree that grew inside, the pink petals raining down as his weight made the branches shake. He climbed down from the boughs just as one of the guards came around the corner.

“You!” the armed guard rushed over, “You’re in so much trouble, young man!” The older man dragged him along towards the emperor’s quarters. “Slinking about is unbefitting of a prince!” he scolded, “His Majesty had us searching the palace grounds all morning for your lousy ass!”

“Sorry, things, uh, kind of got out of hand,” Qing Simei responded sheepishly, “the plan was to be back by dawn.”

“Stick to the plan next time, wouldja? You nearly got my ass beat and the Crown Prince is already on edge with whatever shit the nobles got going on.”

He let go of his arm once the two of them reached the emperor’s chambers. A eunuch announced the arrival of the younger prince, who bowed low before greeting his father and brother. He kept his gaze riveted to the floor, fighting the wave of embarrassment that threatened to drown him. The soft clink of teacups being put down and the rustling of cloth were the only noises in the room.

“You may rise,” the emperor remarked, “Skulking about is unbecoming. Only a guilty man sneaks around like a rat.”

“Forgive me father,” he dropped to his knees, “I was careless. I should’ve acquired permission before leaving the palace.” His brother leveled a stern look at him.

“What was it that you were doing to warrant such secrecy?”

“I went out drinking…” an arched eyebrow implicitly asked him why he didn’t raid the palace’s wine store, “in a gambling den in the city.”

His father sighed, “Don't let the ruckus you caused today happen again,” but the disappointment in his tone was laced with something lighter. He gestured for them to leave the room, probably so he could have some time for himself since his morning was upturned by this fiasco.

The Crown Prince smoothly rose to his feet, “I’ll walk you to your quarters.”

Qing Simei scrambled to his feet, having to take a second since the ground seemed to lurch beneath him for a moment. He hopped over the threshold and trotted after his brother, who was already making his way down the path with his hands clasped behind his back. “Sorry for worrying you and father,” he said sheepishly.

“At least tell me next time you decide to pull a stunt like this,” his older brother responded, “if I knew who you were with, this wouldn’t have happened. We were about to issue a citywide lockdown.”

“Are you saying you’d cover for me?” he gave the other an odd look.

“I’m not promising anything, but there are many who might seek to use you,” he pinched the younger’s cheek, “and if you did do something stupid, it’d be too late for us to bail you out of trouble.”

“Augh, I cut it out!” he grumbled, “I get it, I get it! I should’ve known better!” When he was released, he rubbed at his now pinker cheek and pouted. The Crown Prince coughed loudly in a poorly disguised attempt to hide his snort. He was about to retort when something in the corner of his eye made him freeze in his tracks. Hot mystery morning man was here, in the palace. He stood in the sunny courtyard, dressed in a glorious deep burgundy, and cutting a formidable figure with his stern expression. His sibling noticed his ogling, quirking an eyebrow and slowing down slightly so as to not leave him behind. Oh shit, he was being super obvious about it, wasn’t he? Ducking his head and hoping that the shadow of the shaded walkway would hide him, he sidled up to his brother.

“Who’s that in the red?” the other turned to look and he quickly covered his face hissing, “Don't tip him off!”

The Crown Prince rolled his eyes, “You’re the one kicking up a fuss. Are you talking about the one in the maroon with the black belt?”

“Yes that one!”

“Tong Xinjia?”

“Tong Xinjia? Shit!”

“How do you know him?” his brother’s eyes narrowed, his expression shuttering closed, “You’ve never taken an interest in politics before.”

“Uh, I was just curious,” he trailed off as he saw his brother’s dubious expression, “you’re not buying that are you?”

He briefly considered lying, but knew his brother would see through him immediately and assume that he and his mother’s family were looking to vie for the throne. “Okay, fine! I bumped into him at the gambling den, but I didn’t realize he was someone important!”

“You just happened to encounter them?” He wasn’t in the clear yet.

“He was pretty, okay? I didn’t know who he was! I’m never at Court meetings anyway so how was I supposed to know? You know I’m a sucker for a pretty face!” he explained, hiding the tinge of fear behind overblown exasperation.

“Well, avoid him in the future. His family is the head of the opposing faction and we can’t afford to have you be deceived by pretty lies,” his brother’s expression opened up again, and he could tell the wall had come down. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, stating, “I’ll find you a proper gambling buddy.”

“Oh no it’s fine—” he received a pointed look and deflated, “yeah, I suppose it would be a shame to let all your hard work go to waste.” It was no use fighting his brother on these matters anyway.

By then the two of them had arrived at his end of the palace compound. Hopefully they would part ways here and they could leave it at that.

“Good. Let’s get you some soup for your hangover as well.” Rather than leaving, the Crown prince proceeded to enter and began ordering around Simei’s servants.

“Oh no you really don’t have to…” he trailed off, futilely standing in the doorway, kind of hoping his brother would get the idea and leave.

The man in question was not picking up on the cues, perhaps purposely so. “It’s no issue, I have some time before my next meeting and it’s been a good while since we’ve talked.”

Qing Simei closed his eyes for a moment and fought the urge to sigh. Deep breaths, it’d be over soon. His brother would leave as soon as his suspicions were dispelled. He just had to humor him for a bit and then he’d get some lovely peace and quiet.

“Sit down, sit down,” the Crown Prince urged, “Have some tea while the soup is being prepared.”

Begrudgingly, he sat down beside his brother as he felt the sting of being treated like a guest in his own space.

[infp-with-all-the-feelings]

HAPPY BFSN Y'ALL🖤

And happy day 2199!! Gonna take tonight to reflect on what bellarke has brought to me (with a flashback photo to the first time I ever did a bfsn🥲). I joined in pretty late to the fandom - started watching in 2019 - and then stalked a lot of you on here for a while before I had the courage to start interacting with y'all😂. Who knew that this small corner of the internet would be what helped me get through the covid years! This little community brought me so much joy and actually gave me hope to look forward to in the dark times ("we still breathing?"). I looked forward to every BFSN, every BWC, everyone jumping on and engaging after new episodes; I fell in love with fanfiction (cause forreal bellarke fam has got some of the best of the best and I'm waiting for some of y'all to publish real books cause I will buy them in a heartbeat!!). I can't remember if there was anything else I was planning to say haha but thank you thank you thank you for being such a bright spot in my life - love you, all of my "internet friends" (as my real life friends refer to you), even those who aren't on here anymore/aren't really involved with bellarke anymore🖤

Thanks for the tags @togetherkru @carrieeve @ninappon @natassakar🖤

Sending big love and hugs and all the good things to my friends/fav writers/fav artists: @bookwormforalways @igotbellarkeforthat @immortalpramheda @moreflowersthanweeds @heartbellamy @pendragaryen @gansxythethird @burninghoneyatdusk @eyessharpweaponshot @stealing-jasons-job @imruination @as-inevitable-as-morning @bellamyblake @communicationnskills @nakey-cats-take-bathsss @otp-armada @pawprinterfanfic @okmcintyre

Hi Sunflowerkru, it's Thursday ;-)

It's been 2199 since the Praimfaya episode and I may be the first to launch the BFSN. Thanks to @as-inevitable-as-morning for suggesting the date, it's a great idea to remind us a bit of what brought us together for several months/years. Meanwhile, please appreciate my face in my garden���

I hope many of you will answer the call this evening ! @as-inevitable-as-morning @pendragaryen, @natassakar, @roguetwelve @ninappon @carrieeve @bellamyblake @okmcintyre @astridandoddsandends @loveforbobandeliza @immortalpramheda @kizo2703 @jeanie205 @sometimesrosy @gabbagabbadoo @isweartobreathe @poppykru @infp-with-all-the-feelings @igotbellarkeforthat @famousflowermagazine @asroarke @kris-lulu and a very special thought to @geekyogicheese and @julibernardo. Maybe I forgot some of you, but if you want to joins us, consider yourself tagged.

[voltronramblings]

Headcanons for what deep conversations with the Paladins would include?

*SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVEN’T SEEN SEASON 5 YET*

my faves so I hope I did okay! SOLD ON LOTOR, HE TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE. HE’S GONNA BE GOOD. AND IF HE TURNS OUT TO BE EVIL, IMMA WHOOP HIS SORRY ASS. this has been a psa.

Shiro

honestly, most conversations with Shiro would lead to some pretty deep stuff, but that’s also just in his personality. But, in terms of topics, the main one I can see him loving to talk about is just the future in general. Which is like whoa bro. But he loves talking about the future because it assures him that he has one (did that break your heart? at least a little?)

Shiro can talk about deep stuff basically under any circumstances (the Garrison Trio has called him a party pooper before because he’s ruined so many atmospheres). He likes to go to a quiet place, preferably with a window so he can look out into space, and just talk. He won’t talk too loud, just above a whisper. He acts like the Galra would be able to hear anything louder.

the future has so many possibilities and while he’s not as bad as Slav, he does like to look at the positive sides of life. so many things he still wants to do and hopefully enough time to do everything. Shiro 

if he’s talking to his s/o about the future, bet your butt that he’s gonna start talking about how their life on earth is going to look, maybe bring up living together, getting a pet, all of those kinds of things. he’ll also like to hold hands while talking. When he’s feeling upset or lost, he’ll try to withdraw himself, please hold this fluff ball’s hand and just sit and talk to him, even if he doesn’t feel like talking. he may be space dad but sometimes, dads need support too. 

Keith

Keith doesn’t like revealing his vulnerability to others. Pretty sure this is a well-known fact. But if you catch him when he’s feeling down or if you’re just close enough to him, he’ll be surprisingly open about family and what family means. This means both biological and the people he considers to be his family. You’re definitely one of them if he’s okay with talking to you about this!

For the most part, Keith doesn’t like to show his weakness so he tries to let out his emotions in a private place. This normally means he’ll go to his room and ask no one to disturb. The team normally thinks that he’s just in a mood, but sometimes those thoughts about family creep up on him. You’ll accidentally stumble upon him, and when you walk in, he’ll just spill everything to you (after the first time you find him, he’ll just go to you because he knows he can trust you). Because even though he doesn’t know it, he needs to talk to someone. And he’ll tell you his fears, and you’ll talk about your family and fears. Next thing you know, it’s the next day and you two are still talking about some of the most profound things in life.

If he’s talking to his s/o, I honestly feel like he’ll be a little bit more hesitant about the topic of family, especially if you’ve already discussed your possible future (and family) together. He doesn’t want to reveal his harder past with his family because he’s afraid she might end up leaving him too. I mean, his mom left (buT SHE’S BACK AND SHE’S GREAT), we don’t really know what happened to his dad but he’s probably out of the picture one way or another, probably doesn’t have any siblings. Keith is afraid of permanency especially when that comes to family. but he needs to get this out. just hold him while he does. 

Lance

Lance just needs someone to talk to. He seems like a really shallow person in the sense that he really doesn’t think about these kinds of things, but Langst is so real, let’s be honest. He’s super open to talking because he loves being able to connect with people. Deep conversations are some of the best ways to be able to understand someone.

Okay, so if you got into a deep conversation with Lance, it would have to be just the two of you. Probably because he doesn’t feel comfortable revealing himself to too many people at once. Connecting one on one with someone makes for a much stronger bond.

He’ll talk about people. Some people appear happy but are suffering. Some people look sad but really all they’re thinking about is where the closest mackerel place is. Some people can look completely involved in a conversation but have their thoughts be somewhere else entirely. And then there are the people who hide their pain when they see someone else in pain. People who reveal their innermost vulnerability only to their parents. But there are also people who genuinely find a joy in others’ pain and torment. These kinds of people who treat others like objects and dehumanize them into nothing. And finally, he’ll remind himself (and you) that there are still good people in the world and that not everyone is who they seem to be. Their looks and their thoughts don’t have to match.

i’m sorry i love analyzing people a little too much and i might have gone a little bit overboard. but i stand by this.

if he’s talking with his s/o about the different kinds of people in the world, they will honestly probably fall asleep on each other (like whoever’s shorter on the taller’s shoulder, and then the taller’s head on the shorter’s, y'know. the works). but don’t worry, they’ll be covered by a blanket. Because Lance makes sure that the people he cares about are okay. i’m so soft.

Hunk

this. sweetheart. needs to talk to someone about his concerns. but not like “oh my gosh are we all gonna die”, more like “you know, sometimes i dont feel like i do enough for the team. i’m trying my hardest but… i don’t know. i feel replaceable” (DO YOU HEAR MY HEART BREAKING BECAUSE IT’S BEEN BROKEN)

It doesn’t happen often (he tries not to show it) but he’s constantly plagued by this idea of him not being necessary (he gets it from lance, these two will be the death of me i swear). Like, he looks content but every once in a while, these thoughts surprise him again. but unlike Langst, he’ll actually talk to someone about it. maybe just someone he trusts very much. he’ll go up to you and ask if you two can talk and of course you say yes because um it’s hunk.

HE’LL HAVE SNACKS PREPARED. But it’s not because “Hunk’s always eating” it’s “well, you’re already doing so much to help me so this was the least I could do :)” i’m sobbing. but yeah, it’s literally just comfy to the max. Blankets, pillows, snacks, soft music in the background, and warm drinks to keep your hands warm. It helps Hunk to feel more comfortable and seeing as how you two end up talking for a long while, it’s probably also a wise thing.

Hunk is so lovable that he probably just does the same thing with his s/o except his s/o will sit between his legs and he’ll wrap his arms around her and rest his head on her shoulder and just whisper. and sometimes he’ll fall asleep because he’s just so? comfortable?? and honestly, she probably will too. y'all deserve a nice nap for being so precious!

Pidge

ah yes. someone else who doesn’t show weakness often. It’s not that she’s not okay with doing that, but she does try to be strong. as we’ve seen in the show though, there are some things that just break her. understandably too. Honestly, you’ll have to catch her in a very specific instance (or be her brother, Matt). And that moment is when she’s lying on her back. I don’t know what it is about it, but Pidge finds this time to be the most relaxing and that may or may not be because she used to watch T.V. shows with therapy sessions, and she and Matt used to have fake ones when they were kids. Or maybe it’s because she doesn’t feel as pressured when she doesn’t see someone looking at her when she’s talking (even though you may have the best intentions).

she’ll talk about whatever is on her mind for the most part, even if it’s really nothing, but eventually, you two will stumble upon a deeper topic that neither of you had even realized you had that many thoughts about that. It probably changes every time you two talk so there’s not really an automatic go to. Whatever comes up in the discussion I suppose.

If you’re Pidge’s s/o, honestly, she’ll probably lay on top of you somehow. Whether her head’s just on your stomach and you’re both just staring up at whatever ceiling is above you. Or she’s literally just lying on top of you, but it’s not a cute thing where it looks like a hug, you’re both looking up but she’s just small enough to fit on top of you and not cover your face so you can breathe. 

[severemanifesto]

Did y'all know that I had to stop playing Harvest Moon: Animal Parade because I thought about it too hard and could not physically bring myself to play it anymore? 

 Settle in. Get a drink. I’m not censoring this, I’m not shortening it. I’m gonna present it to you the way that I would tell it to your face. And it’s a doozy.

May I present, Sev Thinks too Godamn Much; An Essay.  

 I went after Wizard, because of course I did, got him his weird-ass mushrooms every day on the dot and married his ass. Like right off the bat, FUCK the seasons, FUCK the animals, I’m gonna marry the fucking Wizard, step one, step off Harvest Goddess, I’m gettin me some. Unfortunately for me, and where I’m at as a semi-functioning human being, there’s a bit where he mentions something to the effect of like, first there was the island, and then there was Wizard. Like he’d been there forever right? So cool, he’s immortal. I can roll with that, I think.

 I think /wrong/. Because then I come across something online to the effect of “I like to think Wizard puts something in the lunches he makes to allow MC to live longer”. Which. Begins. The fuck train that is my thoughts. 

Holy shit, I, the character, am Mortal. He, the Wizard, is not. Holy fuck, he’s going to have to bury me. Not just me, fam, oh NO, his whole family. Me, our kid, grandkids–this dude will now from this moment on spend the rest of fucking /eternity/ watching what remains of the people he loved grow old and die, again and again. And if the line runs out? Fuck, dude, he’ll have no one. 

Well gee, Sev. I hear you think to yourself if you’ve managed to read this far. Seems like you should be in bed, sleeping, it’s one in the morning what are you doing up–NO. What you’re really thinking is, yeah I mean but probably not right and even if so, is it that bad? My dude, I am META with this shit. Not ONLY is Wizard going to bury the people he loves, he’s going to do it because /I chose him/. 

Thats right. We’re getting into the SHIT of it now. I CHOSE HIM and because I found him aesthetically pleasing, he is now doomed forever. 

If I hadn’t chosen him, he would not have found happiness (re: he would remain the same character, which is, as with all bachelors/bachelorettes, inherently lonely so that MC can alleviate said loneliness). He would have watched me date and marry someone else, and BECAUSE the potential for marriage has to be present, there’s a part of him that would Know that it was almost /him/ becoming a part of something greater, something more important than the entirety of this world–the MC. 

 MC is the end all, MC is the only creature in this world endowed with free will, MC is basically a god upon themselves. MC decides whether your life is happy or sad–whether you are fulfilled or not, whether the crops grow, whether the sky falls, whether they FUCK AROUND FOR A MILLION YEARS INSTEAD OF FIXING THE TOWN. It is not /only/ in MC’s power, but it is the only salvation that a NPC has. To be chosen, to be liked. That is the end goal. The happiness of a bachelor/bachelorette depends on MC choosing them over everyone else. are we done…?

 FUCK NO WERE NOT FINISHED YET STRAP THE FUCK IN /LISTEN/. If the end goal is to be chosen by MC, then there /was no choice/. Which brings us back to FUCKING Wizard. Either Wizard spends his life never being as happy as he could be and (whether he’s cognizant or NOT it doesn’t matter) watching the only chance he had galavant around with someone else, OR I choose him. I pick him, me, MC, the only God that matters, the god of free will. And he loves me. Of course he does, that’s what he’s meant to do but you don’t understand. It’s not just that he loves me. It’s that he is not allowed to love ANYONE ELSE. Once he is with me? He’s done. Just me, only me. Forever. 

With most NPCs that’s not a problem ok we both gotta die sometime. BUT NOT WIZARD. Wizard will bury MC. He loves MC more than anything. He gives up his character for MC, leaves his house for MC, rethinks his ENTIRE LIFE for MC (which I may remind you is A VERY SUBSTANTIAL AND LONG LIFE). 

And he will bury them. 

Not just the love of his life, the only meaning to his life that there can be. 

 Not just the meaning of his life, but their child, whom he would love as well. He’d have to bury them, too. And their children. And their children. A whole lifetime of saying goodbye over and I’ve and over again to the only thing in your life with any kind of meaning. He will never fall in love again. He will never know true happiness again. He /can’t/. Because I chose him. And that marks him irreparably as mine. Forever. Even though I know for a fact that I am mortal. 

And when I die, I will take his happiness with me in a /very/ real and /very literal/ way.

 And now we come to the reason I had to stop playing. 

With all this in mind. 

What do I do now?

 And that was what fucking killed me. 

 Do I keep playing? Knowing that when he looks at me, the character is gone, replaced by someone who’s only purpose in life is to love me? To follow me and my routines, to be an accessory for the rest of my life? Until I have died, and our children have died, until his purpose is gone and leaves him with nothing but graves? Do I continue playing knowing for a FACT that his whole life was chosen on a whim by a capricious god–me?? 

Or do I erase it? 

Do I erase it knowing that this is it. This is Happy Wizard, this is his only chance. This is his only real chance at being happy. And beyond this, he will watch me choose someone else. And he will never know happiness. Even if he doesn’t know, even if he doesn’t remember, he will feel a pull like a moth to a flame and he will desire me and miss me and compete for my affection if I let him. 

And don’t misunderstand, along the way, I fell for him. Not just in looks but in mind. Quiet, underspoken, but heartfelt in a way that resonates with me. The “dates” felt natural to me. I was actually really excited to see him during them–I mean damn. You know you’re in it when the quiet kid tell you he loves you. 

So do I erase my game, taking with it those memories of a happy life, taking with it our child, who’s existence gives Wizard more joy that he’d ever known? Do I take it, And set it all back to zero, to when he is alone? When he will never /not/ be alone? Fuck Witch, fuck rival marriages (is there rival marriages in AP? Listen, it doesn’t MATTER the POINT is that they are HAPPIER with YOU) fuck anything else that could happen to him, if you don’t choose him he will live out his days in misery. 

 NOTE, IF YOU WILL, THAT ALL OF THIS RUNS UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT HE IS /UNAWARE/ OF THESE EVENTS. WHY???  Because imagine for a moment that, true to his mysticism, he DOES know. 

He KNOWS that to love MC is to suffer.

He KNOWS that it will mean the sacrifice of everything he is, so that he will be easier to interact with. 

He KNOWS that he will never love again. 

He REMEMBERS timelines when they were not with him. He REMEMBERS cold nights and lonely days, watching them with their new child and partner and KNOWING how /very close/ he was to having that happiness. And STILL being forced to play it through. Still loving MC. Still ready to trade an eternal lifetime of sorrow for a fleeting moment of the only happiness he could ever know. 

Mind you? Way before Undertale. Way before Wreck-It-Ralph. FUCK SMASH UNDERMAN™.  "Video Games Have Feelings" ain’t got shit on me. I was /here/. I was /right here/. 

I haven’t touched it since. I can’t bear to. I know that I will be faced with two options, two immutable options. And I just….I can’t fucking choose. I can’t do it.

I joke about this whole shit haha, real funny, talked myself out of a video game based on morals and meta. It’s not a joke. I can’t make this decision. 

So my Harvest Moon: Animal Parade game is frozen in time. Preserving that moment of happiness for all involved. Where I chose Wizard. Where we are expecting a child together. And just before everything falls apart.