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𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

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summary | you have an unexpected reunion with Jun-ho after believing he was dead

warnings | angst, unresolved love, smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The road stretched endlessly in front of you. You were a police officer, but at that moment, as you drove down that lonely highway, you didn't feel the rigidity of your uniform or the weight of your job.

Your mind traveled back to the past, to moments you would rather forget. Years had passed since you lost him. Since that night when he simply disappeared and you never heard from him again.

Suddenly, the lights of a patrol car reflected in your rearview mirror. The blue glow made your heart leap in your chest. Quickly, you checked your speed, confirming that you had been speeding. You cursed under your breath.

You stopped the car and parked it by the side of the road. The blue light continued to shine behind you, but something twisted in your stomach.

You prepared for a short exchange, a speeding ticket, something routine. But when the driver's door opened and you looked up, something made you stop.

There he was. In a traffic police uniform.

Hwang Jun-ho.

You couldn't believe it. Your mind went blank for a moment, as if time itself had stopped. He was staring at you, his dark eyes reflecting something you couldn't identify. For a moment, the air between the two of you thickened, dense with the memories of a past that had never completely faded.

"Good evening" he said, his voice as deep as you remembered, but with a tone you hadn't heard before. "Did you know you were speeding?"

Your body tensed instantly, but it wasn't because of the speeding. It was because of the surprise. For the feeling that the past had returned to hit you hard. You didn't know what to say, you just looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that what you saw in front of you was nothing but an illusion.

"Jun-ho…" you whispered, the word slipping from your lips as if it weren't yours, as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

He nodded slowly, his expression unchanged, but there was something in his gaze, something that made you doubt everything you had believed. How was it possible that he was here?

"Didn't you expect to see me here?" he asked, his tone now softer, but with a weight of nostalgia that seemed to hang in the air. "You thought you would never see me again".

A knot formed in your throat. You had asked yourself so many times what had happened to him. If he would ever come back. But the pain of the separation, the void left by his disappearance, was still fresh in your mind. And now you had him in front of you, alive, real, and in a uniform you had never imagined.

You didn't know if you had been waiting for this moment or dreading it.

"Why... are you in transit?" the question slipped out almost unintentionally, but Jun Ho cut it off before you could finish it.

"I needed to start over. Change of scenery" His voice became softer, as if the words he was saying had too great a weight to let go.

You stared at him, unsure if you could believe his words. The situation was surreal. How had he ended up here? What had happened to him since his disappearance? The last time you heard from him, it was when they found him adrift in the ocean, almost lifeless, recovering from everything he had endured. But now he was here, in front of you, as if time hadn't passed at all.

"I thought you had... died." The phrase came out before you could stop it.

Jun Ho let out a sigh, his eyes softened for a second.

"Everyone thought the same," he said, with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But I survived. And here I am".

The silence settled between the two of them, heavy, full of unasked questions, of unmentioned memories. And in that moment, something inside you broke. Something you had tried to contain for so long. The need to understand what had happened, to comprehend how it had all been. And more than anything, the need to feel it close again.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again," you said, almost like a whisper.

Jun-ho didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned toward the passenger seat, his face now just a few centimeters from yours. The proximity made you tremble. You couldn't deny what you felt, what you had always felt for him. The connection you shared, even after everything that happened, was undeniable.

Suddenly, he moved closer, his lips almost touching yours. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his closeness, and the air became thick. The memories, the emotions, everything you had kept inside overflowed in that moment.

Without thinking, you kissed him.

The kiss was immediate, as if time hadn't passed, as if everything were back to how it used to be. The touch of his lips on yours ignited something within you, something you had kept extinguished for years. The spark, the fire you shared, had never gone out.

Jun-ho's hands traced your face, as if he feared you would vanish at any moment. The gentleness with which he touched you contrasted with the urgency in his kiss. It didn't matter what had happened, what had occurred in the past. At that moment, only the present mattered.

The car no longer seemed like a closed space. The connection between the two of them was palpable, almost electric. You pulled away from his kiss for a moment, taking a breath, but before you could say anything, he leaned in again. This time, he was more determined, more firm.

His hands traveled down your neck, tracing the contour of your skin, and a shiver ran through your body. You felt how desire took hold of both of you, how the chemistry that had remained between you hadn't faded with time. It was as if it had never left.

"I've missed you so much," he said softly, as he kissed you again.

Jun-ho's words made your heart race even faster. You felt as if you had returned to the past, when everything was simpler, when there were no distances, when you both shared dreams and promises. But that promise was broken, and now only the shadows of what once was remained.

The tension in the air was rising, and you couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened between the two of you. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was him. All you wanted was to feel him close again.

Jun-ho looked you in the eyes, and without a word, his hands began to unbutton your uniform. The desire grew with every second, with every caress, with every touch of his skin against yours.

You moved to the passenger side, sliding over his lap as his hands removed your uniform. You nestled against his chest, feeling his lips kiss your shoulders, while his hands brushed against your bare skin. The touch of his fingers tracing your curves made you gasp.

Jun-ho kissed you again, deepening the kiss, and his hands moved to the back of your body, towards your buttocks. The gesture made you tremble, and you felt something within you beginning to give in. The tension you had held for so long was fading away.

He leaned close to your ears and whispered something, words you couldn't quite understand, but that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. And instead of waiting, his fingers slid between your thighs, searching for the spot he knew would drive you wild.

The caress of his fingers was soft, tempting, as if they were about to make a promise. The closeness of his body, the proximity of his mouth over you, the softness of his fingers on you, it was all as if you were returning to the past. Everything was as if they had never been apart.

Your breath caught when his fingers found the spot. The desire intensified in an instant. The excitement had brought you to a point you didn't want to leave, and the touch of his hand on you was too much to resist.

You moved slowly over his lap, feeling the bulge of his pants against your thighs. The friction was inevitable, but Jun-ho didn't seem to mind. Instead, he moved with me, his fingers slowly penetrating you. The moans that escaped your throat were involuntary, and Jun Ho muffled them with a kiss. The rhythm of his fingers increased, the penetration deeper and more rhythmic. You couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly, Jun Ho stopped you. His fingers left you with a softness that made you gasp. But before you could protest, Jun-ho leaned closer to your ear and whispered.

"I want to feel you" His words made you lose your composure completely. The air in the car had become dense, heavy with desire.

I didn't need any more stimulation. Quickly, you took off your underwear and sat on his lap again.

You slid your hand between his pants, caressing his erection. The sensation of his skin, soft and warm under your touch, was all you needed. You slid it down, revealing his erection in all its glory. It was just as you remembered, big and thick, ready to be fucked.

You didn't take any more time to think. There was no more time for that. You moved over his erection, the position of the car forced you to be the one on top, and that was exactly what you wanted. The position of control was yours at that moment.

You sat on him, his erection brushing against the edge of your entrance, but without penetrating. The torture was as good as it was painful. The friction was all you needed to reach the climax, but it was also what made you want more.

Suddenly, his arms enveloped you, and he pulled you towards him. The movement was abrupt, and his erection sank into you in an instant. The penetration was stronger than you expected, but also more pleasurable.

The scream that escaped your lips was involuntary, but the pleasure was undeniable. Jun-ho moved beneath you, pushing his erection inside you over and over again. Each thrust made you tense a little more, made you sit a little deeper on his cock.

The position of the car made sex a bit more uncomfortable, but that was the last thing on your mind. At that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of having him inside you again, feeling his breath on you, having his body in contact with yours.

"Tell me you haven't forgotten me," you whisper in his ear.

The request was simple, but what lay behind it was much more than just words.

"I have never forgotten you," you replied sincerely, your words coming out in gasps. "I will never be able to do it".

Jun Ho smiled at you, his eyes shining in the darkness of the car. His arms tightened around you, and he pushed a little deeper inside you. Your breath caught for a moment, the pleasure rising to a new level.

"Then, tell me that you will always love me" he whispered again.

The words slipped from your lips without thinking.

"Yes, I always loved you. I always will".

Jun-ho smiled again, but this time, there was something in his eyes, an emotion that seemed to shine like fire. His arms tightened around you a little more, and he began to move beneath you again. The position was uncomfortable, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the rhythm, the feel of his cock inside you.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

When you reached the climax, the scream that came out of you was not just one of pleasure. It was one of liberation, of having released everything you had been holding back for years.

Jun-ho arrived just a moment later, his body tensing beneath you as he came. The warm fluid spilled inside you, and you felt his erection pulsing within you.

Both of your breathing became gentle, and for a moment, there were no words between you. Only the sound of the air moving in the car was audible. Jun-ho gently stroked your hair as you leaned on his shoulder, feeling his skin against yours.

"You won't give me a ticket for having sex in the car, will you?" you joked a moment later.

Jun Ho laughed softly, his lips brushing against your hair.

"No" He smiled in the darkness. "I think you've already paid me in full".

You laughed softly and leaned a little more into his arms.

[magnoliapromenadegalleria]

I take no issue with monetizing cc. You release good content and have an agreeable release window, I either choose to subscribe, or I wait. Cool. What I do take issue with is this

Perma-paywalls or ridiculous early access release windows. Anything exceeding thirty days is excessive. My opinion.

2. New creators setting up immediate early access. The skillset is just not there yet to put a price on your creations. You barely have a base to sell to. This includes creators who created for other games, then come over to The Sims and try to sell to us. For example, the creator that makes skins and admitted they don't even play the game. Simply here for profit.

3. Creators that do not qc their work, or steal from other creators. Girl.

4. Customer service. Once you start creating for profit, whether it be supplemental or your main source, you have to have a level of customer service and professionalism. You have now started a brand. A very niche brand, but that's what it is. You cannot be short with people for asking valid questions and catching an attitude with them. Like that one lady with the tree coming out in February. If you are one of those rare creators who is lucky enough money to hire someone to handle your social media, I suggest you do that. Or supply a friend with more patience with their favorite coffee or something and let them handle it. Something.

5. Not interacting with the community you are trying to sell to. Connect with people. Repost their edits, lookbooks, builds, leave comments, give a like. The creator mentioned above commented that no one comments on their stuff, at least not here. Fair. This community does not talk like it used to, but to each other like it used to, but you can go to creator pages and see that they are perfectly curated advertisements. Like a showroom. No reblogs of anyone using their content. If you want that for your main page fine, but at least have another side blog where you can do the outlined above.

6. Pushing something out just to push it. I think we have entered a space, both creator and follower/consumer, where everything feels so fast-paced. What's the new thing coming out, what's next, etc. So much so that I think it has made creators push out content just to keep up, especially if they rely on that income. This has resulted in some creators getting into hot water for releasing the same item(s) in different sets and in different colors. Or creators releasing duplicates of the same thing. It can be frustrating, but I question if it is because they're just trying to keep up, or afraid to try something new or different in fear of it not doing well. Some smaller creators who create different content don't get as much love and I question if they would receive more if they followed the wave, or were big enough to start one.

Now to this community

If a creator disrespects you or others or moves in a way that you don't fundamentally agree with, and you complain but still download and or advertise their content, you're moving counterproductive to your plight. Why would anyone reflect on themselves when you prove that you're going to advertise their content anyway?

2. Show love to these creators. Big and small, especially small, monetized or not. Everyone likes to hear or see that what they release is valued. Don't harass or disrespect creators if they take a break, or they don't get something out quickly. Especially the modders.

3. Interact with each other. Even if your aesthetics or different. This is a community. If you see something you like, LIKE IT. Share it, leave a comment.

4. Create the thing simmer. The edit, cc, build, lookbook, whatever. Create the thing and share the thing. Even if it isn't part of a popular trend or aesthetic.

I'm speaking about myself here too because I want to better about this.

I want this to feel fun again. Not just based on what is in at the moment.

This might be read. Might not. Just my two Abes. Anyway I'm about to make some soup from scratch. Toodles!

[requiemforthepoets]

first encounter ⟢ CL16

⟢ part two of you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be

𖤓 series masterlist ⟢ playlist ⟢ part three ☽

PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x celestial!reader

SUMMARY: all thanks to leo, charles finally got the chance to meet you—the celestial being who has consumed his every waking thoughts, and managed to find out new things.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: bible angel names references, some people may find this fic offensive, concept of divine beings and heaven & life and death, no use of y/n, angels and devils, mentions of papa leclerc (beginning is set in 2017) and jules bianchi, fluff, falling (literally & figuratively) in love, named side characters, angst but with a happy ending, purely written fic, a little bit of world building (concepts), mentions of death, bad/evil people, cursing, not proofread, and typos.

WORD COUNT: 5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this fic may not be some people’s cup of tea, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. sorry it took me a LONG time to post the part 2 of this series, i already have this on my drafts but never got the time to check on it bc i’ve been working on my other series (fa14 series), but finally, here it is! the part 3 may take a long time to be posted again 🥲 but you don’t have to worry bc i intend on finishing this series. taglist is open for this series, so just comment or message me if you want to be tagged. your comment/reblog is highly appreciated, and i hope you’ll enjoy this second part of the series!

It was a warm late afternoon in Monaco, and Charles had finally pulled himself out of his apartment, hoping that some fresh air and Leo’s cheerful company might turn off the constant thoughts running through his mind. Since that night in Singapore, you had been all Charles could think about—the image of you standing before him, looking at him as though you knew the secrets he hadn’t even dared to ask himself. Charles had barely gotten a word in before you disappeared, leaving him with nothing but more questions.

The park was mostly empty, allowing him and Leo to stroll without the usual flood of cameras or people hoping to get a quick word with him. Charles enjoyed these rare quiet moments, watching Leo run through the grass, capturing photos of him mid-leap, his ears flapping, and his tail wagging in pure delight. For a while, it was peaceful—that is until Leo began barking persistently, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.

“Leo, calme-toi.” Charles called, trying to soothe his normally docile dachshund.

Leo rarely barked at nothing, and Charles couldn’t see what had him all stirred up. As he looked past Leo, his heart skipped. There you were, standing at the edge of the park, just as he had remembered you, dressed in black, untouched by the brightness of the world around you, as if you had stepped from a different realm entirely. Slowly, Charles walked over, kneeling beside Leo, who was still barking.

“Can you see her too, buddy?” Charles asked softly, but Leo only turned his head back towards you.

His barks began shifting into a delighted whine, tail wagging as though greeting an old friend. To Charles’ amazement, Leo took off towards you, bounding across the grass with uncharacteristic excitement. You bent down on one knee as Leo reached you, his small body pressing happily against your touch. Charles just stood there and watched, captivated by the whole sight, how your hand moved over Leo’s fur, and how the dog responded, oblivious to the fact that what he felt was something beyond the ordinary. You then looked up at Charles and smiled, a gentle, knowing expression on your face.

“Hello, little one,” you murmured to Leo, reaching out to stroke him. Your gaze followed Leo’s figure as he trotted back toward Charles. “He’s a beautiful soul. It’s clear how well you take good care of him, he is very happy with this life.”

Charles swallowed, taken aback by the warmth of your words. He felt a huge wave of relief washing over him, and somehow, you were not a figment of his imagination. You were in front of him, speaking to him, your voice soft but firm, grounding him in the reality of your presence.

Noticing a bench nearby, you gestured, “shall we sit?” Charles nodded.

He followed you as you walked, though he kept glancing around as if worried that someone might catch him talking to thin air. The two of you sat side by side, your gaze focused on Leo as he scampered around, while Charles couldn’t seem to look anywhere but at you. The silence between you felt almost sacred, deafening, thick with all the unspoken questions he longed to ask.

“I know you have many questions,” finally, you broke the silence. Your voice was gentle. “Especially as to why you can see me, when others could not.”

Charles let out a shaky breath, nodding. “I—I don’t understand. I’ve seen you before, but you keep on disappearing, and no one else…they never see you.” his voice was a soft murmur, filled with confusion and wonder.

“Our kind, like myself, we’re not meant to be seen by human eyes. We’re here to watch and guide, but only from afar. Most humans only sense us as a passing feeling, a presence.” you softly said, as you studied him with a faint smile. “But in your case, you see me. Truly see me.”

“Why, though? Why am I able to see you?” Charles’ brows furrowed, his gaze intent on yours.

You turned to look at Leo, who was now sitting a short distance away, watching the two of you with a curious tilt of his head, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Leo.

“It’s rare, Charles. But sometimes, there is a connection between our kind to your kind that goes beyond the veil. I’ve thought about it myself, and though I don’t have all the answers, it’s clear that there’s a reason you and I keep crossing paths.”

Charles’ heart raced. The way you spoke, as though fate had woven an invisible thread between you had left him reeling. He glanced around the park, reminded of how strange this conversation must look to anyone passing by, but he did not care at all. The need to understand, to know you, outweighed any risk of prying eyes.

“Maybe…maybe we should go somewhere less public?” Charles suggested, his voice low.

He did not want this moment to end, he couldn’t let you disappear on him again before he had the chance to understand this kind of connection. You looked at him for a long contemplative moment, then nodded.

“All right, lead the way.”

Charles led you quietly through the streets of Monaco and up to his apartment. He hadn’t said much on the way, clearly lost in thought, yet there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. When you entered his apartment, you immediately noticed how it held an essence of him. Warm, understated, and filled with memories. The walls were decorated with framed photographs spanning his life from childhood karting days to podium celebrations in F1. Trophies were all lined up on the shelf, and each piece seemed to carry a story of its own.

You were drawn to the photos, especially those capturing his relationships, the warm smiles he shared with his family, playful moments with his friends, and candid shots of him and his brothers. Then your gaze settled on one particular photograph, and a bittersweet feeling bloomed within you. It was a younger version of Charles, perhaps in his teens, standing alongside a man whose face you recognize. Jules Bianchi.

Charles noticed the direction of your attention as he finished filling up Leo’s dog bowl, and he stepped over to join you, his expression softening as he saw the photograph. Jules had been so much more than just a mentor to him. The man in that photo had shaped parts of his soul and his dreams. You could feel the weight of Charles’ emotions lingering in the air, a tender ache mixed with recognition.

“You knew him?” Charles’ voice was quiet as he stood beside you.

You nodded softly, your own voice taking on a gentle tone. “I was there in his final moments. I was the one who guided him when he was ready to go, helping him crossover.”

Charles’ face was a mix of expression, caught between surprise and disbelief. For a second, he seemed unable to respond, the information settling slowly. You watched him intently as he took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“You…you spoke to him?” he managed, his voice strained with a mix of sorrow and longing.

“Yes,” you said, your voice steady but tender. “I spoke with his soul as he lingered between here and the afterlife. It was…peaceful. He was calm when I arrived, almost as if he knew he was not going to stay.”

You paused, “I then asked him about his life, what his favorite thing about life was.”

”He told me that his family meant everything to him. He then mentioned being a godfather, and his dreams for his protégé, a young man named Charles.” you added.

“He said that?” he whispered, breath hitched as he instinctively reached up to touch the frame, his fingers resting just over the image of Jules’ face.

“He spoke of you with such pride, with hope that you would go on to achieve everything he had dreamed for you. Jules saw himself in you, Charles. His last thoughts were with his family and you.” you looked at him softly. A quiet rage simmered in Charles’ eyes as he turned to look at you, his voice tinged with frustration.

“But why? Why couldn’t you let his family speak to him, too? They waited for so long, hoping he’d wake up, to say goodbye properly.” the raw pain and anger in his voice were unmistakable.

Charles had not meant to question your intentions, but the loss of Jules had carved a wound that had never fully healed, and in his grief, he momentarily forgot you were not human. You looked at him with a soft, understanding smile, letting the weight of his sorrow wash over you. You had witnessed this kind of reaction before, how those who are grief-stricken often felt deprived of closure.

“I understand, Charles. If I could have done differently, I would have,” you replied, your voice gentle but firm. “But it wasn’t his body I spoke to, it was his soul. Jules was already watching from the other side, beyond the reach of the physical world. In those moments, he wasn’t in his body anymore, he was seeing all of you from a place where time no longer held sway.”

Charles looked down, processing your words, the anger fading slowly as he tried to keep his emotions steady. He tried to reconcile his emotions with the reality of what you had just shared. He ran a hand through his hair, gaze fixed on the floor as he took in a shaky breath.

“So he…he was watching us all along?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you assured him. “He was with you. Every tear, every moment spent beside his hospital bed, he saw it all, even if he himself couldn’t respond in a way you wished for it to be.”

“Souls don’t always leave the way we want them to. They transition gently, often lingering just to be close to the people they love.” you added. Charles’ shoulder slumped slightly, and he let out a shaky sigh, nodding as if finally accepting what had once seemed unimaginable.

“It…it makes sense,” he murmured. “Jules was always calm, even in the most difficult moments. Maybe he knew it would be easier this way.”

There was a peaceful silence that settled between the both of you, the only sound being Leo’s soft footsteps as he padded over to sit by Charles’ feet. Charles looked at you again, the sorrow in his eyes tinted by a glimmer of gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, a sincerity in his words that touched you deeply. “For…for being there with him, and for telling me.”

You gave him a reassuring nod, feeling the depth of his appreciation. “He is proud of you, Charles. More than you know. You are honoring his legacy every time you step onto the track.”

Charles closed his eyes briefly, absorbing your words, a new sense of peace settling over him. He knew that the ache would remain, but perhaps now, with you there to share this part of Jules’ journey, it would be a little easier to carry.

Eventually, you found yourself seated on the barstool, observing how Charles moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients as he prepared a dish called pasta, and noting the way he moved with a quiet confidence. He seemed at ease, but you could tell by the occasional glance he cast your way that he was still processing everything. The strange connection he had with you, a Celestial he could see but others could not. As he stirred the sauce on the stove, he broke the silence, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“So…what exactly are you?” Charles asked, attempting to sound casual, though his curiosity was clear. “Are you like an angel of death or something?” his brows furrowed slightly as he added.

“No, Charles. I’m not here to take you away,” you assured him, tone gentle, and couldn’t help but smile at his suspicion. “Think of me as a guide and a protector. My duty is to help souls cross the afterlife, to make sure that they are not alone and lonely when they cross the other side.”

“So, you’re…you’re not here for me?” he asked, his voice tentative. You could see the worry in his eyes, as if he had been half afraid that he might be speaking with the very spirit that would one day guide him out of this life.

“Not at all,” you replied. “I’m here because, somehow, we have this connection. I was there in the hospital room, with your father, when you saw me for the first time. It was a natural part of my duty, I was waiting to guide him. Just as I was there for Jules.”

“So you only appear when…someone’s close to death?” Charles’ gaze dropped to the countertop, and he nodded slowly, as if piercing it all together.

“Typically, yes,” you replied. “Humans are not meant to see me. They may sense it, a presence, calmness, or even a cool warmth when I’m near, but that’s usually all. So, I could not quite understand why you could see me. It isn’t common.”

“But I can see you.” he said, almost to himself, as if still trying to grasp this phenomenon.

“Exactly.” you looked at him thoughtfully. “Over time, as I have watched over you, you’ve somehow become aware of me. It’s as if the bond between us allowed you to see me when others can’t.”

You let the words hang, hoping it answered the mystery that had puzzled him for so long. Charles turned back to the stove, his movements slower, as if he were allowing himself time to absorb what you had just said. After a moment, he turned to look at you again.

“Back in Singapore…I kept thinking of you, wondering if you were real or just in my head.” he hesitated, then continued. “And you appeared, it was like you sensed me or something.”

“That’s precisely what happened,” a gentle smile crossed your face as you saw the gears turning inside his head. “I could feel your thoughts, your longing to see me, and so I came to you. Your thoughts, they called to me.”

“But why do you always disappear?” he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation. “Every time I think I already have you here, you’re gone the second I look away.”

“It’s not by choice, Charles.” you met his gaze, understanding his frustration. “My presence here beside you is not permanent. I have duties beyond just watching over you, it is my duty to guide other people as well. My duty is to help those souls cross peacefully into the afterlife, which means I’m often called away. That’s why I can’t always be here, even if you want me to be.”

“I understand,” he said softly as he looked down, absorbing your words. “It’s…strange, but it does make sense.”

A comfortable silence fell between you and Charles as he took out a plate and transferred the pasta dish on it. You could still feel the wheels turning in his mind as he processed everything. After a moment, you spoke again.

“If you want me to be with you, well, there is a way.” you said.

He looked up at you, now intrigued. “A way?”

You nodded. “Yes. If you light a match or a lighter and call for me, then blow it out, I’ll hear it, and I’ll come to you.”

“Why a match?” Charles’ brows furrowed as he considered it.

“Fire.” you explained. “It is a symbol of transition. It’s an ancient element that is used to connect realms, to call forth spirits, and to bridge the distance between worlds. When you light a match or a lighter, you are creating a momentary flame that connects you to my realm, and when you blow the fire out, it becomes a message—a summons. I’ll hear it, wherever I am.”

“So, I just…call out to you, light a flame, and you’ll come?” Charles’ lips curved into a small smile.

“Yes.” you returned his smile, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “As long as you need me, Charles. Wherever you are, I’ll always find a way to be there.”

Charles looked at you with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, a newfound comfort that seemed to settle over him. In that quiet moment, Charles reached for his fork, but his gaze lingered on you, a newfound clarity softening his features.

“Thank you.” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He then placed a plate of pasta right in front of you, and you tilted your head, looking at the dish with sheer curiosity and slight confusion. Charles noticed your expression, stopping mid-motion as he raised his own fork.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle but genuinely concerned.

“I don’t…eat,” you explained softly, gaze flickering between him and the plate, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “Celestials don’t have the need for food, so I don’t know what it’s like to taste something, let alone pasta.” you could see a flicker of surprise and something that almost looked like offense pass over his face.

“What? You’ve never tasted pasta?” he asked, shocked, as he looked down at his beloved dish, looking genuinely horrified. “Pasta is…it’s comforting, it’s warmth and tradition. It’s something everyone has to try.”

“Okay, imagine this—it’s soft and a little chewy, warm and…kind of like a hug, but for your mouth.” he added, grinning at you with his eyes lighting up. “And with this tomato sauce, its got this balance of sweet and tangy, a bit salty too, it just…makes everything feel better.” his expression softened.

You watched Charles as he spoke, entranced and touched by his earnest attempt to describe something so familiar to him yet so foreign to you. Spending this time with him, watching his animated expression, hearing his heartfelt explanations, you begin to understand why his father and Jules had spoken of him so warmly in their final moments. Charles was not only passionate, but genuinely kind and unpretentiously funny. There was a gentleness to him that touched your heart, even if it couldn’t beat the way a human’s did.

Hours slipped by so fast, and you both found yourselves seated on his living room couch, talking quietly, the evening light fading around you. Charles asked questions after questions, fascinated by your world and by what you do. You answered each one as best as you could, and with each answer, his awe seemed to deepen. You shared stories of guiding other souls, moments of peace and love you had witnessed. He listened, hanging onto each word, and you could see a newfound calmness in his eyes.

While you were in the middle of telling him a story about guiding an elderly woman who had waited until all her children were by her side before letting go, you heard a soft sound. Glancing to your right, you found Charles with his head tipped back against the couch cushion, his breathing steady and calm. He had drifted off, exhaustion settling over him like a soft blanket. For a moment, you just watched him, studying his peaceful face. Charles’ long lashes rested against his cheeks, and a gentle warmth seemed to radiate from him, a stark contrast to the chill you carried with you.

A quiet yearning tugged at you as you lifted a hand, your fingers hovering near his face. You wanted, just once, to feel the warmth of human skin, to know what it was like to truly touch, but you know better. If you let your fingers graze him, he would only feel a cold wisp of air, a reminder that you didn’t belong to this world in the same way as Charles did. So, reluctantly, you lowered your hand and simply looked at him, memorizing the moment.

You had spent nearly the entire day with Charles, and though part of you longed to stay, you knew it was time to leave. Quietly, you stood up from the couch and made your way to where Leo was resting nearby. You knelt down beside the little dachshund, who lifted his head to watch you with those soulful eyes, tail giving a soft wag, and you reached out, your fingers ghosting over his fur.

“Leo, I know that your past life was not kind to you and had been cut short, but you’re safe now. In this life, you’re well taken care of and so loved.” you spoke softly, as Leo seemed to tilt his head, like he understood every word you say. “Charles is a good man, he will love and take care of you, always.”

As you straightened up, Leo continued to watch you, his eyes filled with a sense of understanding. You turned to take one last look at Charles, still asleep on the couch, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A soft smile crept over your face as you watched him, there was a wave of warmth washing over you, even without a heartbeat to drive it.

With a final, quiet glance at Leo, who looked back at you with trusting eyes, you let yourself disappear, and slipped back into the unseen world that had always separated you from the people you guided. Yet, for a short moment, you knew you had left a part of yourself with Charles and Leo in that Monaco apartment.

Charles woke up with a dull ache running through his neck, reminding him of the night he had spent sleeping on the couch. He rubbed the sore spot, groaning slightly as he tried to stretch out the stiffness. For a moment, he just sat there, gathering his thoughts, until the memories of last night’s memory surfaced. The conversation, quiet moments, and then the emptiness when he realized you had left. He sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as a sense of longing settled over him, a quiet ache that wasn’t so easily stretched away.

A small bark drew his attention to Leo, who was sitting nearby, watching him with an endearing tilt of his head, and noticing Charles’ contemplative state. He smiled and reached out, calling Leo over.

“What do you think, Leo? It was one strange night, huh?” Leo padded over gently, wagging his tail as Charles scooped him up, holding him close.

For a few minutes, Charles simply enjoyed and basked in the warmth of Leo in his arms, the familiar comfort that Leo offered in the midst of all the strange, unexplainable things that he was feeling. Last night had been a fever dream for him, but he knew that it was real, that it happened.

“Do you think it’s strange? Wanting to see her again?” he added. Leo just responded with a quiet, comforting look and nestled close to Charles.

After a while, curiosity began to gnaw at him. Charles could not shake the desire to know more about you, as to why he felt this pull, this connection that seemed impossible and yet so real. He padded into his bedroom, grabbed his laptop and settled in, typing Celestial Angels into the search bar. Countless articles, myths, and even fiction flooded his screen. Charles sifted through several pages, skipping over anything that seemed overly romanticized or far-fetched, until one article caught his eye.

The article spoke of Celestial Angels who formed deep bonds with their humans, describing how they acted as protectors, watchers, and guides. It mentioned the rare connection that could occur, a phenomenon where an angel might become so deeply intertwined with a human soul that they developed a sense of longing or even love, something that was both a blessing and a curse for the Celestial. As he read further, Charles could not help but wonder if this was what he had experienced, if this was the reason he kept seeing you, why he felt such a pull toward you.

Charles then stumbled upon a book: The Celestials by an author named Celestine Williams. The cover featured a faint, ethereal image of a figure wrapped in light, the silhouette barely discernible, much like he imagined you, and the description noted that it explored the stories and folklore surrounding Celestials and their interactions with humans, a deep dive book. The reviews were glowing, a few feedbacks talking about how the book shed light on the mysteries of these beings and the unique connections they could form. Without a second thought, Charles clicked buy, hoping the book would give him a glimpse into your world, something that might help him understand you much better.

Charles then returned his attention back to the article. But his focus kept drifting, thoughts of you had surfaced in his mind unbidden, wondering where you were right now, what you might be doing, if you were watching over someone else or wandering through some hidden place unknown to humans. The pull to see you, to call you, was growing stronger by the second, becoming a quiet ache that settled deep in his chest.

He set the laptop aside, exhaling as he mulled over the idea. Charles remembered what you had told him when he needed you—that he could call you by lighting a match or a lighter, a summon that would draw you to him. He doesn't know if it would even work, or if you would even come, but the need to see you was already overriding any doubts that he has. So he then grabbed a small lighter that he kept somewhere hidden in his kitchen and went to his living room, sitting down on the couch with Leo curled up beside him.

Charles knew it was kind of absurd, like it was something straight out of a fairy tale of a late-night ghost story, but last night, you had told him that if he wanted to see you, all he had to do was light a flame and call out to you. A part of him, the rational side, wanted to shrug it off as nonsense. But then the other part of him had witnessed things that were impossible and felt that strange connection to you, urging him to at least give it a try.

“Am I really fucking doing this?” he murmured, looking down at Leo for approval. But Leo just looked at him, with a face that said ‘what’s the harm in trying?’ “Ah, fuck it.”

Finally, with a deep breath, he flicked the lighter on, watching the tiny flame flame dance as he whispered out to you, a barely audible plea for you to return. The flame flickered as he called out to you, then he blew it out gently, his eyes lingering on the wisp of smoke that rose and faded. His heart was pounding, unsure if should expect an immediate response or if he had simply made a wish to the empty air.

A hush settled over the quiet living room, and for a moment, nothing really happened. Charles felt a pang of disappointment, even a touch of embarrassment at how eager he was and had hoped. He let out a disheartening chuckle, letting out a quiet sight right after, and lowering the lighter, thinking that maybe he had been mistaken or that the depth of the bond he felt was just his pure imagination.

Just as he stood up, about to return the lighter back into the kitchen, Charles felt a shift in the air, a delicate, almost undetectable shimmer, like a faint breeze brushing across his skin. He looked up, and there you were, standing in the soft morning light, an almost imperceptible glow framing your presence. The world seemed to pause, the weight of the day fading away as he took in the sight of you. You stood there, a soft, otherworldly light around you, the faintest hint of warmth in your eyes as you looked at him. Charles felt his breath hitching, he had not realized how much he missed seeing you until now. He began feeling a strange mix of relief and happiness.

“You called for me?” you asked softly, your voice like a distant melody.

Charles nodded, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed, but unable to look away at you. “I…I did, I hope it’s okay. I just…” he paused, fumbling over his words. “I wanted to see if it works, and to see you again. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re allowed to call for me, Charles. That’s why I told you how you can reach for me.” you smiled gently, a warmth in your expression that seemed to reach him despite your distance.

“I’ve been reading about Celestial Angels, trying to understand.” he let out a soft chuckle, placing his hands inside of his pockets, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I came across all these stories about angels who…form connections with their humans.” Charles looked down, collecting his thoughts.

“I guess I just wanted to understand what we have. Why do you keep on appearing, and why does it feel like I know you, even though I don’t really.” he added.

“The connection between an angel and their human isn’t something that happens every day. It’s rare, something beyond explanation.” your expression softened, and took a slow step forward, closing the gap between you. “We’re not supposed to form attachments, but sometimes, it’s as if the universe allows it, just for a moment.”

“So…it’s real, then? I’m not imagining it at all?” his gaze never leaving you, but filled with curiosity.

“No, Charles,” you shook your head. “You’re not imagining it. It’s real. You were always different, even from the first time I saw you.”

“I don’t know what this all means, but I want to understand.” he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, voice quiet, and a raw honesty was lacing his tone as he held your gaze.

“Sometimes, understanding isn’t possible, not in a way humans desire. Some things simply are.” you said quietly.

You then placed a hand near his, close enough that Charles could almost feel your presence, but not quite touching. The silence stretched, rich and weighty, filled with words left unsaid. Finally, he managed a faint smile.

“Thank you. For you know, for coming.” Charles said softly.

“For you, I always will.” you replied, smiling at him.

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My counterarguments to Nagito Komaeda influences Hajime Hinata into homosexual activities accompanied with his feminine aura he spreads through his toxic submissive homoerotic flirting by Goku Nr.1hater.

Note: I am fully aware that this account and the thread could be satire, but I decided to respond just for fun. Please know that I have no ill will towards the original poster (OP). My responses are portrayed seriously but are meant to be taken as informative and lighthearted. I will only address the first part of this thread due to the image limit and because I do not feel further follow-up is necessary. Additionally, I will not be discussing any religious incentives as I prefer not to engage in discussions about personal beliefs forming opinions on certain topics. Shoutout to suitov for reposting and sourcing the thread on Tumblr. (CW: Mentions of cancer and discussion of intimacy.)

The term 'rivals' is inaccurate for describing Hinata and Komaeda's relationship throughout the game. Rivals compete for a common goal or superiority over one another in a competitive setting, such as sports teams vying for titles and notoriety. Hinata and Komaeda's situation is more about conflicting goals and misconceptions. Komaeda's goal is driven by his ideology that hope is the absolute good, often achieved through sabotaging means. In contrast, Hinata's sole goal is survival, and as the protagonist, he is thrust into the role of investigator.

Furthermore, Komaeda's behavior often creates conflict between them. He exhibits antagonistic traits, such as challenging others' deductions and beliefs during Class Trials and displaying suspicious behavior through his blunt communication and off-putting mannerisms. However, he isn't purely an antagonist, as he both hinders and aids Hinata's ability to solve cases. We must remember that we view Komaeda through Hinata's eyes throughout the game. This means that we, as the audience, don't fully understand Komaeda's reasoning and thought processes. Our perception of his character is shaped by the narrative and others' opinions about him. We see Hinata's comments and reactions, as well as how his classmates often ostracize and villainize Komaeda. Consequently, the audience tends to do the same. This is why the Free Time Events (FTEs) are crucial—they provide insights into any given character that we wouldn't naturally get from the main story.

(Put a pin in that 'crush' part; I'll get back to it.)

Hinata doesn't despise Komaeda; he struggles to understand him. Hinata is a realist who is cynical and often blunt. He was disheartened by Komaeda's detrimental behavior during the first chapter. This incident changed their once casual relationship during the prologue to one of confliction for the rest of the game. This is why you can't access Komaeda's FTEs after the first chapter—Hinata would have no reason to engage in conversation anymore because Komaeda broke his trust. His responses reflect this, as he acts more defensive, dismissive, and annoyed.

Hinata also has a habit of walking away from complex or emotionally driven situations to clear his head, as seen several times during Komaeda's FTEs and in Chapter 2 when Komaeda was tied up in the old hotel. Despite this, Hinata is fundamentally empathetic, and even without the FTEs, you can tell his relationship with Komaeda was complex and that he did want to understand him.

In Chapter 5, after discovering Komaeda's body: (Note: I'm using the dialogue from the official English translation of Super Danganronpa 2, which fan translators have shown to be a poor translation. This includes tone, character speech patterns, and context.)

His response to the Monokuma file: "What a tragic situation... just reading this is making me depressed."

His response after checking the Monokuma file: "I... never thought I'd have to investigate Nagito's body..." "He probably didn't expect to end up like this either."

While investigating Komaeda's body: "I never expected Nagito...to die like this..." "He was always spouting nonsense about hope and trying to confuse the hell out of us..." "But even so...dying like this is just too cruel." "Also... he wasn't completely useless... There were times we were only able to reach the truth because of him." "But... everything good and bad about him is gone." "We'll never be confused by him again. We'll never be saved by him again..."

(As someone who studies neurology as a hobby, this had me in stitches. It took me several minutes to get a hold of myself.)

The images in the top right and left corners are of neuron cells. The myelin sheath is a protective structure around the axons of neurons that facilitates the effective transmission of communication within the nervous system. Axons are nerve fibers that connect neurons for communication. The myelin sheath prevents electrical signals from dissipating while traversing through the nerves, reducing the energy required for the task.

Multiple sclerosis (MS) is an autoimmune disorder in which the immune system attacks healthy tissues, affecting the central nervous system (CNS), including the spinal cord and brain. MS specifically damages the myelin sheath, resulting in the disruption of electrical signals, leading to symptoms such as motor impairment, balance issues, and cognitive impairment, such as memory problems and difficulty with problem-solving skills. It can even cause loss of sight through optic neuritis, which involves inflammation or damage to the optic nerve. The optic nerve is a cranial nerve that connects the eyes to the brain. The other images are electrocardiograms (ECGs), which represent the electrical activity of the heart or heartbeat lines.

So, is the theory that Komaeda has MS? Because he doesn't; he has Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD) and Malignant Lymphoma.

Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD) is a neurodegenerative disorder that reduces tissue in the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain, leading to cognitive decline. Komaeda’s diagnosis is the behavioral variant of FTD (bvFTD), which profoundly influences his behavior and personality. Patients with bvFTD experience disinhibition, an impulsive behavioral trait characterized by a loss of self-control and judgment due to gratification. This can lead to inappropriate social behaviors, comments, and repetitive behaviors. Patients often lose the ability to perceive others' emotions, leading to symptoms like apathy and withdrawal. Apathy is a loss of interest in activities and loved ones. This is why most patients with FTD often don't recognize that their behavior is inappropriate or detrimental.

Malignant Lymphoma is cancer developing in white blood cells called lymphocytes, resulting in the development of lymphoma in lymph nodes. Lymph nodes are a system of glands that filter germs and help fight infections. Lymphoma is cancer that develops in the nodes, typically causing swelling in the neck, axilla (underarms), and groin. Stage 3 lymphoma is defined by the presence of cancer in regions on both sides of the diaphragm, which is the muscle that separates the chest from the abdomen. This means you can find cancer both above and below the diaphragm. His spleen and liver would also be at risk of enlargement, as these are part of the lymphatic system. Symptoms of lymphoma include lymphadenopathy (enlarged lymph nodes), fever, night sweats, weight loss, and fatigue. Despite lymph nodes being a primary part of the immune system, Malignant Lymphoma is not considered an autoimmune disorder.

The first image is a conversation between Monomi and Hinata after she untied and let Komaeda out of the old hotel. Mind you, this was after Koizumi's death.

Monomi: "Yes, it was me." Hinata: "You... why'd you untie Nagito without anyone's permission?" Monomi: "D-Did I do bad?" "I just wanted everyone to get along... and, you know... cooperate..."

Hinata has every right to be frustrated by Monomi's choice. Hinata last spoke to Komaeda after bringing him food in the old hotel, and that conversation didn't leave the best impression on him, which is something I'll go more in-depth about later in this thread. Hinata had just finished his own investigation into Koizumi's death, which probably caused him a lot of discomfort and grief. He already struggles with skepticism and the thought of being stuck on an island with a potential murderer and classmates he doesn't know personally would leave anyone easily irritable. Hinata and Nanami had also just completed the Twilight Syndrome Murder arcade game, leaving them with more questions than answers for the investigation, which probably frustrated Hinata as it was Komaeda who encouraged him to play it. But this is not evidence of him hating Komaeda; this is him being wary and uncomfortable about the thought of Komaeda running around after what the first Class Trial revealed.

The second conversation is directly after Hanamura's execution during the first Class Trial, and everyone is confronting Komaeda's behavior.

Komaeda: "Well, I don't mind what you think of me..." "In actuality, thanks to Byakuya, I'm starting to feel a small desire to live." "Mostly, I just want to watch everyone destroy all the despair that comes for you, one after the other...!" "Ahaha, just kidding!" Owari: "Hey, can I punch ya? I just won't be satisfied till I punch ya!" Hinata: "Fine..." "Let's stop this already... It's just going to be a waste of time if we keep dealing with him...!"

Hinata never stated he hated Komaeda; this is an assumption Komaeda made. Something he comments on right after: "That stings... I felt you and I were quite similar."

We need to keep in mind that Hinata spent the entire prologue with Komaeda by his side, who was openly friendly to him and provided information and guidance as Hinata was the last to explore the island. Despite being strangers, this casual interaction probably left a sense of camaraderie in a strange and frightening situation. Furthermore, Komaeda spent the investigation with Hinata, furthering this feeling of association through helping each other. Hinata is allowed to be hurt and frustrated by Komaeda's dangerous behavior. But equally, Komaeda is allowed to be hurt by the sudden shift in Hinata's behavior and giving him the cold shoulder because he is facing the consequences of actions he doesn't understand are indecorous.

Komaeda's voice never sounds like moaning. Not in the English dub nor the original Japanese recording. His conversation is clear, easy to understand, and perhaps a bit airy, but not moaning. Komaeda's voice is purposely portrayed as raspy and breathless due to his underlying health issues. It's supposed to sound like he is struggling to catch his breath or has respiratory issues. Even out of context, with only audio, it can't be mistaken for moaning—it's merely conversation. The music elevates the tension, and Komaeda sounds almost playful and, at times, could be mistaken for menacing in the way he speaks. The only time he seems to make a noise similar to moaning is towards the end when he is asking Hinata to come back to help him eat, as he is unable to while tied up. He had previously stated that he was too embarrassed to ask a girl and was hoping Hinata would lend him a hand. Komaeda hadn't eaten for a day, which would have elevated his desperation.

A common symptom of Lymphoma is the loss of appetite, due to its nutritional deficiencies, and it can contribute to weight loss. This is caused by factors like feeling full, gastrointestinal issues, or even lymphoma growing in the abdomen and pressing on the stomach or spleen. It's possible he could be suffering from low appetite, as he only requested toast and milk from Koizumi. (Apparently, he isn't fond of rice. Rice is a very filling main and side dish, so this could contribute to his low appetite.) This means he could be even hungrier than initially considered.

Since I'm already discussing this, Komaeda is within a healthy weight range for teenagers who are 180 cm (5'9"). His lanky build, broad shoulders, and protruding collarbone could result from bone structure and muscle composition. He could simply have low body fat instead of being underweight, but I fully understand any fan who considers him underweight, as it does make sense for his build and health. Furthermore, and I can't believe I'm talking about this, men can moan, and while moaning can be arousing, its intended purpose isn't for seduction. Moaning is an involuntary vocalization, which are sounds we produce without conscious control, such as laughter or shouting in surprise. Involuntary vocalizations are all physiological responses, such as how nervous laughter can be a coping mechanism for embarrassment or anxiety. This is caused by external stimuli, like experiencing pain, so you cry out.

Moaning as a term falls under several categories of vocal expressions, with the one being referred to here derived from physical pleasure, like intercourse. Moaning is a non-verbal communication of enjoyment.

Komaeda isn't doing that. None of his dialogue in this scene is intentionally suggestive. The only subjects brought up were: the Twilight Syndrome Murder arcade game, questioning why Hinata had arrived instead of Koizumi, if anyone has played the game yet, how they shouldn't turn away in the face of a challenge, and Hinata helping him eat.

Also, prostitute is an outdated term, we refer to them as sex workers now.

I've already spoken about Hinata walking away from situations to organize his thoughts, but we have to consider the context of this scene. This is the first time Hinata is seeing Komaeda after the first Class Trial. After Komaeda had broken his trust, Hinata now perceives Komaeda as unpredictable and untrustworthy. This is Hinata facing someone who he was closest to during that murder attempt and who could have been his target if Togami hadn't thwarted Komaeda.

Because Komaeda was fully committed to killing someone, no matter his reasoning, that was still detrimental to his relationship with Hinata. Hinata has every right to be put off by Komaeda's casual greeting and undisturbed reaction to his own captivity. He is not in the wrong for walking away from someone he believes is manipulating him, even if in reality it is a misunderstanding, as Komaeda was simply attempting to encourage him and, by proxy, his other classmates to be proactive and prevail even when things seem dim.

Do you believe this because Komaeda has exhibited symptoms of being physically attracted to Hinata and thus wants to experiment intimately with him, despite him starving and being tied up by classmates who ostracized him for behaviors he can't control?

Or do you believe this because you want to villainize a Queer-coded character who is shipped with the protagonist, whom you deem heterosexual, and thus recontextualize any situation Komaeda is in as sexual to corroborate that he is a predator?

I'm not saying that Komaeda couldn't display intimate behaviors during inappropriate times, as bvFTD does cause him to struggle with social cues. We do see him unintentionally being flirtatious towards Hinata as an attempt at humor and lightening the mood. But the intentions of the thread are starting to worry me.

By the end of this thread I will have done enough research to become a successful smut fanfiction writer. :]

Komaeda wasn't lying about his diagnosis; he was lying about not having it to keep Hinata at arm's length. While Komaeda may speak of the misfortunes in his life in an almost excitable way, there is an underlying level of anxiety to his actions. He is afraid his bad luck will affect those close to him.

In Danganronpa 2: Ultimate Luck And Hope And Despair, Volume 10, he walks by countless bodies, people who were indirectly harmed due to his luck cycle. His luck is the direct cause of his isolation, both in terms of lacking parental figures in his life and his socialization. His social impairments are further exacerbated by his bvFTD. Komaeda felt connected and comfortable enough to share his diagnosis with Hinata but, in the end, when he began to suspect Hinata was growing pity for him, he placed a barrier between them again.

Island Mode: Nagito's Ending "...Hajime, I thought I would die on this island." "I thought I would finally be released from the cycle of good and bad luck, but I was clinging to false hope..." "I was always looking for hope somewhere within my sight, or within my reach." "But now...it's different." "The time I've spent with you on this island has taught me that hope was inside me from the very beginning."

Komaeda fears being misunderstood, rejected, and isolated by the people around him. He has a duality of self-loathing where he objectifies himself by advertising himself as a physical tool for hope, yet he desires others' acceptance and love. His actions are never out of intentional deception or manipulation; as I said at the start, he simply sabotages as a means to create opportunities for his ideology to flourish.

He wasn't telling Hinata about his diagnosis to deceive him; he was telling him because he felt connected to him. Furthermore, Komaeda is aware that he has a lying problem, which is why he ends up with the liars' disease during Chapter 3. He lies because it keeps that social distance or because he believes it would be a net positive in the end, but he also lies unintentionally.

I think this is the only time I can actually agree with you. He is purposely drawn to be unsettling. Hinata's words read as him being uncomfortable or disturbed, and the swirling eyes indicate despair. It is very probable that Komaeda has always been in despair, which would explain his more eccentric behaviors, as he acts similarly during his time as a Remnant of Despair.

Hinata doesn't know Komaeda, which is why he is constantly trying to understand him. If you played through Komaeda's FTEs, Hinata questions himself multiple times about why he bothers attempting to converse with Komaeda. Yet he does anyway, and while he walks away just as confused, he does feel he made some progress.

Free Time Event 5: "In the end, everything Nagito said..." "...I don't know what was true and what was lies." "But even so, there might've been a definitive truth hidden somewhere in his words..." "If there wasn't...there's no way I could feel this mysterious bond between Nagito and me." "If...he does obtain the hope he wants, what is he going to do...?" "Strangely enough...I feel like I want to see that..."

Sounds like more conformation for my theory that he has always been in despair to me.

Komaeda likes to tease and joke around with Hinata. He is optimistic towards others and attempts to lighten the mood through humor and misplaced jokes. His repetition of certain phrases could be an attempt to carry a bit between them. A bit is a term that originates from stand-up comedy and refers to an inside joke between mutuals that gets carried throughout a performance.

Komaeda enjoys poking fun at Hinata, making slight jabs at his appearance and intelligence in a non-harmful way. This is likely due to Hinata's more defensive and cynical nature. Hinata can be occasionally dramatic, and Komaeda is attempting to be friendly with him to lift his spirits but unintentionally ends up provoking him instead.

Komaeda can come off as threatening. He is one of the taller students and behaves in ways that could be uncomfortable to others. However, this doesn't mean he is trying to be dominant in any given situation. He is misunderstanding social cues, non-verbal cues, and spatial awareness.

These aren't pajamas; they are jinbei (or jinbe). Jinbei is a two-piece men's wear made of thin fabric worn during summer, as Japanese summers tend to be very hot. They are stitched and designed specifically for managing the heat. Dark blue, grey, and black are considered baseline colors for them. This photo isn't meant to show the dichotomy between them—it's just artwork of them. Hinata and Komaeda are often paired together for promotional displays. They are the most thematically tied-together characters in the franchise after all.

Hinata and Komaeda have a lot of parallels in terms of narrative and character growth. Both were fostered in a social hierarchy that treated Ultimates as dignitaries who were set for life after graduation and excelling in their work fields, while the talentless were considered disposable and merely arbitrary within social camaraderie. Both were self-isolating, self-conscious teenagers who viewed their worth through high expectations and conformity. Komaeda's obsession with the Ultimates was most likely exacerbated by Hope's Peak Academy, which pioneered a social hierarchy contributing to oppression and dissonance between people. Both Hinata and Komaeda had to learn that talent does not make a person, and they learned that through each other.

Hinata and Komaeda's expressions don't matter in this context. If we did want to analyze this, Komaeda's more subdued expression contrasted with Hinata's more energetic expression could simply be because they are relaxed in this moment. Hinata would not be grossed out if Komaeda's hands were to touch or accidentally brush against his. It would be a brief, maybe awkward moment of exchange. He might ponder it briefly, but he would maintain a composed outward demeanor.

Let me get this straight: Hinata asked Komaeda to remove his clothing, yet you believe Komaeda is being inappropriate for accepting the offer? Shouldn't we be questioning why Hinata is asking for such a personal thing to begin with? He isn't even diverted after Komaeda's acceptance; his ending question sounds more curious and even prompting. Komaeda's response isn't self-absorbed in any way; he is just being open and casual about it. Honestly, he probably doesn't care if Hinata sees him nude—they're both guys, and he feels comfortable around him. Furthermore, Hinata didn't even initiate the question under the guise of it being for swimming; Komaeda is the one who assumed it was for swimming. Also, being nude isn't inherently sexual, and Japan has nude public hot baths known as onsens.

Izuru isn't controlling Hinata's mind. The Kamukura Project was an unethical human experimentation aimed at achieving the Ultimate Hope through implanting artificial talents. These talents were studied from students attending Hope's Peak Academy. This same academy developed the Reserve Course Department, a tuition school for the talentless to attend, both as funding for the project and to have the students be lab rats. It was an invasive set of neurosurgeries aimed at manipulating and enhancing cognitive functions through the repression of existing memories, emotions, and personality traits in order to mold the Ultimate Hope.

Kamukura is Hinata; he was renamed by the researchers, and the name originated from the founder of Hope's Peak Academy. Komaeda didn't know Hinata prior to the Kamukura Project, and even then, he was unaware of who Kamukura was outside of potentially knowing he was part of human experimentation. Kamukura reacts in self-defense within the context of this scene. He is removing Komaeda's weapon because Komaeda aimed the gun at his face. Grabbing his waist wasn't unintentional; he is the Ultimate Analyst who works within the confines of logistics to pursue conclusions and reactions. He probably grabbed his waist to prevent him from stepping away while removing his gun.

Oh thank god, I thought we were going in reverse, and I was never going to escape this thread.

Hey, remember when I said I would get back to the whole crush thing?

Komaeda does display behaviors associated with having a crush. A crush is defined as a neurological response where neurochemicals coincide to develop physical responses. These neurochemicals travel through neurotransmitters and typically include dopamine, norepinephrine, oxytocin, and serotonin. Neurotransmitters transport chemicals between neurons, muscles, and glands, processing all bodily information like movements and sensations.

Dopamine is a hormone responsible for gratification, through satisfaction and motivation.

Norepinephrine acts as both a hormone and a neurotransmitter and is responsible for the body's ability to recognize stress and concentration.

Oxytocin is a primary hormone for the reproductive system.

Serotonin is both a hormone and neurotransmitter responsible for happiness.

A crush is developed based on a variety of triggers, ranging from physical attractiveness, close proximity, and reciprocity. Reciprocity is the act of mutual understanding through reciprocating attractions or exchange of support. There are a multitude of physical, behavioral, and emotional responses. Komaeda growing flushed and heavily breathing are common physical reactions to having a crush. Whether it was Kamukura's affiliation with hope, their close proximity, or Kamukura's appearance, Komaeda in this moment potentially could have gotten flustered by him. As we later see, he reaches out for him.

This equally could be a misunderstanding, with Komaeda reacting indecorously to suddenly being shot due to his desensitization to violence. His childhood was swarmed in violence, from being on the plane with his parents during their gruesome death and the plane crashing, to being kidnapped by a serial killer who potentially harmed him before stuffing him into a trash bag, and the aforementioned people who were indirectly harmed by his luck. Also, he fell over because the shot launched him back.

(I reached the photo limit. This is the last one guys.) Thank you for reading.

[papaya-inspiration]

Foreach 2024 Reader Survey Results

So, my buddy @lumsel makes a lil webcomic called Foreach. I help 'em out with it sometimes. The comic's website doesn't have a comment section, so I thought it'd be fun to do a little year-end survey to see who was reading and what they think!

We had an incredible response, with 279 respondents to the survey--more than are in the Foreach discord server! So let's get into it.

Character Popularity Poll

Alright, let's start with the thing I know y'all are most excited about. As the comic creators, we love all our characters equally... but clearly you guys don't!

☀️ SUNNY SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! ☀️

Y'all REALLY like Sunny, eh? Don't worry, us too. In fact, 80.3% of you listed her in your top 3 favorite characters. Hell yeah.

The next top four characters are the four game protagonists, with Jiro ranking top, then Nix, Cliff and Coral. A lot of readers also mentioned Jiro as particularly relatable/lovable in the write in box at the end of the form. (Don't worry, I won't tell him y'all like him this much. Though with this many Love Warriors, Proteus won't stand a chance invading the island.) I was a bit surprised to see Jasper/Coral ranked as the lowest of the four protagonists! Given that the comic initially presents her as the "anchor" character and a jumping off point for the story as a whole--but that also means she's among the least unusual of the four protagonists, and thus stands out less? It's a hypothesis.

After that, we have Polyta (which makes a lot of sense, she's had some of the most page time of the side characters), then Mercy and Doctor Kree'zik. I wonder if some of this is recency bias, partiularly in Kree'zik's case, seeing as we haven't gotten much past xer character introduction yet. I'll be curious to see how these numbers shift if we run this again next year!

We also got some minor character write ins! Several people said they enjoyed various Aveans, with two votes specifically for the Avean Captains and someone else voting for the avean grunt from page 106 who says "Thanks a bundle!" And I agree: they're pretty adorable. Another person listed "the author" as their favorite character which... you know what, it is a fairly meta comic, so I'll allow it. (Even though, hilariously, Lum is the only member of the creative team to have not had a character cameo in the comic yet.)

Also shout out to the person who wrote in that they almost listed the character cameos for Peri and Kiki (the rat and the rabbit from pgs 24-25) as their favorites. I see you and appreciate you <3

Game Popularity Poll

Not a ton to say about this. People seem to like cozy-ish indie games and furry aesthetics. Makes sense to me.

Comic Info

How are people finding Foreach?

As always, word of mouth is CRUCIAL for indie webcomics getting off the ground. You guys sharing and linking it to friends and communities is really the engine behind getting eyes onto our art--so thank you!

We got another big boost from joining the @spiderforestcomics webcomic collective. So far, it's been a great experience and we've been loving the community over there. So if you're in the market for more comics, definitely go check out some of theirs!

I should note that there is definitely some overlap between these categories. We let people mark multiple answers, so many people marked "Word of Mouth (online)" in addition to other categories like Tumblr and other discord servers. In that broader category, there where several places that people specifically noted finding the comic including:

Our reader Digamma has been tirelessly reposting the comic to the Something Awful forums, and it looks like quite a few people have been keeping up from there! Thanks, Digamma, you're a certified super-spreader!

Dan of @thewebcomicsreview has linked to Foreach several times!

People also mentioned finding it through various discord communities, including the Star Impact server, a server for puzzle games, Foxglove Comics, and others

Rilly had a cameo in @erinptah's webcomic, Leif and Thorne!

Several people discovered it directly through the Neocities discover page!

Cohost, Cloudhiker, and a fairly lukewarm substack review... which nonetheless garnered us a few readers. I'll take it!

Currently, Foreach doesn't pay for traditional banner ads of any kind. So everytime you tell a friend about the comic or share a link to it, you're helping us out a ton! Thank you!

How are people keeping up with comic updates?

Not too much to say on this. Lots of manual checkers, and it looks like we're getting good mileage out of that RSS feed. Excellent!

Readership Info

Discord Membership

We had more survey responses than people currently in the Foreach discord. But even more excitingly, only about one third of survey respondents are also in the discord. Which is exciting, because it means there's more of a readership out there checking the comic updates than we knew previously!

Additionally, I'm personally excited by this result because hearing from those quieter members of our reader base is precisely why I wanted to put out this survey. We have a lovely, active community in the discord, but as a side effect that means we're hearing a lot of opinions from just one, disproportionately vocal part of our reader base. My hope with this survey was that we'd get a chance to hear some voices that we don't usually get to interact with... So for all you silent majority readers out there: Hello! Thanks so much for chiming in!

Patreon Membership

Most of our readers don't back the patreon. Which is to be expected! We actually got a few new patrons signing up after the survey was posted, which is absolutely lovely of y'all. (Hi new patrons! 👋)

If you're wondering what the Patreon money gets used for, it's a mixture of funding extras the comic and supporting Lum's future creative endeavors. This year, we used a big chunk of the funding to commission the Love Bomb portraits for the new Cast Page, which were done by the talented Beajrb (go check out their work!) In the future, some of it may be used for commission work related to the comic, and also for the long term goal for Lum to take some time off their day job to draw comics/make games/etc.

We also asked what else people might like to see us do with the patreon. Right now, we post author commentary on pages with about a 2-chapter lag time, and people seem pretty happy with that over all. There were a few requests for bonus character art, pin ups, or character-asks, and we'll keep that in mind going forward. Since all of us are working full time, there's only limited time we have for making additional content, but who knows what the future holds!

Reader Geography

So where in the world are our readers? Well, I I thought it'd be fun to make this cute little map:

...which turned out to be a huge pain in the ass and a little misleading with the color ranges. So here it is another way:

Our reader base is very American-heavy. Honestly a little moreso than I was expecting? Maybe it's the magnetic charisma of Cliff Mason that keeps drawing them in?

But is it a good comic?

According to our readers, it's a 5.35/5 star comic. Make of that what you will :3

Final Thoughts

At the end of the form, we had an open response box for anything else y'all might want to say to us. And let me just say: y'all blew us away. Thank you so much.

So many of the comments were incredibly kind. People told us about characters they connected to, about how excited they were for to see what happens next. Some of them were sweet, some were horny, some of you compared Foreach to some of OUR favorite webcomics, (which was absolutely unreal to read!) Some of you guys wrote whole freakin' essays! I can't recap everything, but please know that we read every single one of them.

Thank you again for joining us on this journey. Here's to a great 2025--and another year of Freachin' it together!

[haobubbles]

gift giving with riize

genre: fluff

tw: no foolproof read!!, suggestive (wonbin's)

roxy yapps: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONEEE!! i hope you had the best last moments with 2024 and well, let's see what 2025 has prepared for usss, I GOT SO CARRIED ON WITH SOHEE'S ONE LOLXD

before reading: the presents are not custom made for everyone, you may love some, not like some others.. but pls keep in mind this is all fiction. at the end of the day, you can imagine any present that you would like better than the ones mentioned!

── . ★ shotaro

this guy literally spent the whole month, from thr 1st day of december until the 24th, preparing your gifts and planning a big surprise.

he went through all the stages, all while keeping it a secret from you! at first, making all innocent questions to know about anything you could want or need as a gift. he was very exited but for the surprise, he had to keep his uninterested and nonchalant in order to give you the surprise.

when you opened a box that had two pair of identical pyjama sets, you didn't have the time to even think what it was when shotaro, all giggly and exited said "i saw you had been reposting a lot of videos of matching pyjamas, so i settled down for these two, i hope you like them!!"

── . ★ eunseok

he was like a literal vault. you couldn't get a wornd of information of him, which made you think he either had a colossal surprise or he didn't have any. you couldn't decide which one though.

however; when you heard his faint footsteps on the floor the night of the 24th, you could tell he had an ace up his sleeve he didn't want to tell you about. the next morning, when you saw the shoe box you were happy to know you were right, however, on the inside despite it's appearence, there was a brand new high-end phone, as your had broken a week before and you were using your old one while it was getting repaired.

there was also a paper that, from what you could calculate, there were two weeks from the first tiket and the second. on the paper, the ink was drawing your dream, two weeks in milan.

"merry crhistmas darling" he said when you made you way to him, engulfing you in the biggest and most affectionate hug.

── . ★ sungchan

as the great tease sungchan is, he would keep you at his toes; telling you how exited he was for you to see his present, or dropping comments as "i'm such a genious when it comes to gifts" while walking by.

when the day finally arrived and you saw the tree empty, you were dissappointed to say the least. you thought of searching through the house, but when he appeared all of nowhere and told you to follow his rulles, you abided obediently.

he had prepared a game that consisted on clues to find your present, but what you didn't expect was for the game to carry on after the first present. that's how you gathered around 10 presents, all of diferent shapes and forms, but somehow you needed all them. it was as if he had heard you listing your favourite things in your sleep.

── . ★ wonbin

wonbin had been teasing you during the two weeks prior to christmas day on what kind of colour you would like for your present, and he left you speechless anf glued on your spot when he added that it was for lingerie. dismissing him everytime, as you knew how much he adored to push you buttons.

when chrismas came and you saw a big box, you let out a content sigh, thinking to be safe about the tormentous amounts he had made you embarassed for thinking he would gift you lingerie. when you opened it and saw the enormous colour spectrum of the colour pallete he gave you, you gasped in awe for the thoughtful idea, given how much you craved to pick up painting this days.

what he added behind your back though, replaced any trace of a smile you had left with a heavy blush and the burning feeling in your lower stomach "there is another present waiting for you on the bed, but i think i'll wait a little bit here in case you want to give it a first use"

── . ★ seunghan

this guy wasn't worried at all. well, maybe a little bit. but definitely not stressed. he knew he could always go for some bracalet or expensive earrings, but as you are his significant other, he wanted to make it special, more soul reaching.

after doing a mini research on what to gift to your partner, he got "the perfect idea". and that is how, on the morning of the 25th of december, you found a plushie under your christmas tree. after seunghan pointed it out, you looked at the little front poket it had, and you saw some paper, which had written on their back "voucher". when you read the front of them, they were all planned dates ideas, with seunghan's caligraphy, it went from a cat cafe to kissing on the top of a ferris wheel. was it a coincidence he was able to write on those papers all your ideal dates? i gues we will never know.

── . ★ sohee

saying that he was stressed is honestly an understatement. just ans seunghan, he wanted to make it memorable, but he had no idea how to. it was even worse because he denied and refused profusely to get any type of help from you. he didn't want to ask you what you wanted but at the same time he couldn't find something that he could give you and would be of great use.

after a lot of deliberating, it took you as a surprise how, just after waking up, you were received with a breakfast in bed. when you both finished, and after a little bit of hesiststion from sohee, he told you you didn't need to step out of the room to see his gift.

after joking on how he was your one and only present, he walked over to your wardrobe, and when he opened it, you found something very different and noticeable from yesterday when you went to sleep. your whole wardrobe had changed.

"i've been noticing that you use a lot of my caps, sweaters and evern some pants, so i decided that, according to your style, i could gift you a lot of new caps, sweaters..some are even the same as mine so you don't miss the old ones!"

── . ★ anton

christmas was a big deal for anton, especially gift giving. i can imagine him competing ever since he was a kid with his family on who could give the most creative gift, so it's a big deal for him.

he would be quite insecure and would keep on asking his hyungs if they thought you would like the present or not, worrying too much about it.

however; he knew he had made a fantastic job when you almost teared up with the huge box he gifted you, full of your favourite snacks, some keychain and a phoncase you had told him you liked, a couple of neckaces and the cherry on top, a cd that had ?songs that remind me of you' written on it. as pinterest-y as it sounded, you could bet pinterest users didn't have a whole personal song made, recorded and personalised from anton to you.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Hey! How do you feel about people posting your comic (with credit) on other sites? I’ve seen quite a few already and I couldn’t find anything in regards on your page

I'm completely fine with it. Though, I only know of one... could you link me to the other ones? I like to know of the repostings when they happen

[enden-k]

Huh? Did something happen?

-anon that proposed to Kaveh

when you hear the same overused comment for a year now, whenever you dont draw kvh or kvthm together for once but just hthm, all the time, ranging from jokes to tones that make you feel like theyre making fun of you and he and ur art is getting reduced to just his tits no matter if its art where theres no focus on it whatsoever context or perspective wise, your hthm art is just constantly "oh his booba so big :)" i think i can have a moment to go crazy for a bit.

[llycaons]

I got mad about how genuinely pretentious and condescending people on here about things that honestly don't even matter that much and so I went oh I know and I went to a mutual in law's blog because I KNOW they have the exact same views as me on them but they articulate them so much better and bam I got like six posts in a row of excellent compassionate measured responses to the very mean-spirited and meaninglessly cruel culture on here surrounding 'anti-intellectualism' and also calling people virgins in a derogatory way. like thanks! gotta jet

[summervb]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | lee myung-gi (player 333) × fem!reader

summary | player 230 threatens and intimidates you, but player 333 intervenes, protecting you from him

warnings | mild threat and intimidation, tension, angst, fluff

word count | 0.5 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The tension in the room is palpable. The murmurs of the other players fade as player number 230, Thanos, slowly approaches you.

“Wow, what do we have here?” Thanos says, his voice deep and gravelly, a tone he knows how to manipulate to make everyone around him feel uncomfortable. His eyes scan your figure from head to toe with a predatory gaze. “You’re... interesting.”

A chill runs down your spine. You don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at you, the way his words feel like a game you can’t win, or if it’s the fact that you know exactly what he’s after.

“What do you want?” you respond, trying to sound firm, but fear slips into your voice despite yourself.

He smiles, that kind of smile that makes you think he already has everything under control. He steps closer, and you can see his eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and threat.

“What I want... is to know what’s beneath that façade of resistance. It’s always fun to break people like you.”

Your breath quickens. You know you’re on dangerous ground, but you can’t back down. You’re trapped. However, just as Thanos takes another step toward you, someone intervenes.

“If you don’t mind, I think she’s not interested,” comes the voice, firm and determined.

You quickly turn around and see player 333. He has positioned himself between you and Thanos, standing tall with a look of resolve in his eyes.

Thanos looks at him, sizing up the new intruder, his smile now more mocking.

“And who are you to get involved in this?” he asks with disdain, raising an eyebrow.

Player 333 doesn’t flinch. He’s calm, but you can feel the tension in his body, the same kind of tension that occurs before a confrontation.

“I’m someone who won’t let you touch her,” he responds in a calm yet firm voice.

Thanos laughs, but the laugh doesn’t reach his eyes. He steps toward player 333, testing his reaction, not sure if he’s truly willing to fight or if he’s just testing the other’s limits.

“Do you really think you can stop me?” he asks, eyeing him from head to toe, as if he were just an insect he could crush easily.

But player 333 doesn’t take a step back. Their eyes lock, and you can feel the electricity in the air. The kind of tension that only appears before a storm.

“I don’t need to stop you, I just need you to step away,” he says without moving a muscle, his voice a challenge in itself.

Thanos watches him in silence for a long moment, as if considering whether it’s worth continuing with this provocation. The arrogance on his face fades slightly, and it’s as if he suddenly realizes that player 333 isn’t going to back down.

Finally, Thanos snorts in disdain.

“This isn’t over,” he says, his voice heavy with threat, before turning and walking away, his presence still lingering in the air.

333 doesn’t move until Thanos has disappeared completely. Only then does he turn to you, his eyes softening slightly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his tone much gentler than before.

You, still in shock from the intervention, nod, though you can’t help but feel your hands tremble slightly.

“Thank you... I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

333 makes a nearly dismissive gesture with his hand, but there’s a slight smile on his lips, as if the danger meant nothing compared to seeing you calm.

“You don’t have to thank me. I wasn’t going to let someone like him touch you.”

“But...”

“It doesn’t matter.” His tone is serious, but there’s something protective in his gaze that makes you feel safe. “Here, no one is going to touch you if I can help it.”

For a moment, you stand there, speechless, watching him. Something inside you feels grateful, but beyond that, there’s a deeper feeling, a connection you can’t even explain.

[nikonicd]

FUN FACTS!

[oflgtfol]

girl i fucking hate this subreddit so much

[gibbearish]

>:3c

[abigail]

hello little people who live inside my phone :-) when i made this post i didn’t expect it to get as much attention as it has.. throughout the year i’ve seen many people in my notifications for this asking me how my year is going and wanting an update (along with many people saying this is beautiful and they hope my year is going well - thank you ! i hope your year has been good too <3 ), so seeing as we’re now nearing the end of the year i thought i’d let you know how my year went for those wondering !!

i moved out of my awful mouldy apartment early in the year into a much nicer place (the old place had the upstairs neighbours toilet water coming down through our ceiling and into our bathroom and the landlord did not care much.. i’m glad we got out of there early in the year lol), i went on holiday overseas for the first time in 10 years and a stranger took photos of my partner and i when watching the sunset and i will be thinking about it forever (strangers can truly be so caring and loving to other strangers), i started good progress on healing an injury i’ve had since i was a child (i’m 26), i’ve wrote and read more (something i always want to do but never have the mental energy to do so), i met up with friends from here, i paid off some more of my student loan debts, i saw and then met one of my favourite musicians (and he was genuinely so lovely and did a sick show as always - listen to chris farren pleeeease), i started to feel a bit more like myself with my personal style and fashion sense again, i went on a big walk with my partner and friends up a giant hill to watch the sunset for my birthday - there were many cows and sheep and it was perfect :-) if i’m honest though i felt awful a lot of the time this year for various reasons, but i never really felt alone thanks to my friends who i love dearly.. speaking of, a highlight was absolutely having a sleepover in the new place where we marathoned the saw movies while all knitting together.. oh and i got a cool back piece tattoo that was inspired by this pin (no photos just yet because i’m getting more work done on it next spring hehe)

i could go on and on and on tbh.. but i’ve not had the most incredible, life changing year or anything, like i said a lot of the time i felt awful and wasn’t doing so well mentally.. but despite this there was absolutely so many good moments, amazing and beautiful moments, i feel like life is always like that though, and it’s important to focus your mind on the good sometimes.. like whatever you’re going through or have been through there will always be beautiful moments in between, big or small, there’s always something if you look y’know ? you can find joy and peace and beauty in ordinary moments if you give yourself a moment to look, it’s worth it even if it feels silly at first or whatever.. anyway

and for those wondering, the pin is still in my boot to this day, i’ve been unsure if i should take it out or not.. but yeah ! i’m going to the same place again to celebrate new years this year and i might wear these boots again for it too :-) i’m sending my love to everyone who’s said something nice about this post and anyone reading this, i hope whatever you’re doing this nye it’s a fun (and safe !!) time for you :-) and i hope that the new year ahead treats you all with kindness, i hope you treat yourself with kindness too

take care <3

when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

[pomegranatesarchive]

PR nightmare | oscar piastri

paring: oscar piastri x singer!reader

summary: y/n is considered a pr nightmare. let’s watch her get into her first relationship.

notes: yet another repost from my old account, i tired to make it exactly the same, enjoy!

— y/n has posted new pictures!

liked by mclaren, f1, yourbrother, and 737,938 others!

yoursername: my manger told me to tell you guys that the illuminati is NOT real and i was just joshing around !! 😂👍👍😂

view comments below!

user1: ugh this is SO BELIEVABLE

user2: | WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST

user3: yeah let's all ignore the "i wrote songs about an f1 driver!!!!"

user4: the pictures 😭

yourmomsuser: pic credits?

yoursername: you're like 60 why do you know what pic credits are ??

user5: the illuminati is totally real 🙄

mclaren: 👀

yourusername: NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING PLS LOOK AWAY

user6: no offense, but how did you stumble across F2 oscar???

yourusername: my brother is like a HUGE f1, 2, AND 3 nerd and he always forces me to watch races with him 😣

yourbrothersuser: you literally ask me to tell you when oscar's back on the screen???

yourusername: okay kill yourself????

yourbrothersuser: @/yourmomsuser

yourusername: GOD YOU ARE SUCH A SNITCH

ynupdates: y/n and her brother; jacob, were seen at the airport earlier today, she later posted the picture on the right, on her story, confirming that she is in fact traveling. y/n has no shows coming up, and she rarely travels with jacob. thoughts?

view comments below!

user7: guys guys..the monaco grand prix in literally in two days.

user8: SHES GOING TO THE GRAND PRIX. I KNOW IT.

user9: why's her brother kinda??

user10: you can't even see his face 😭😭?

user9: I CAN JUST TELL

user11: everyone saying she's going to the grand prix are like getting my hopes up??????

user12: WATCH HER GO SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT 😭

user13: okay guys..but we never talked about what songs could be about oscar

user14: IVE DONE SO MUCH THINK ABOUT THIS!!!

user13: GIRL PLEASE TELL

user14: OKAY OKAY!! one that REALLY stands out to me is "my love mine all mine" because, we all know y/n has never had a boyfriend before, SO when she writes love songs, obviously people speculate that she's in a relationship

user14: WHEN SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT THE INSPIRATION FOR "my love mine all mine" she said "i sadly do not have a boyfriend yet. but there is someone i've had my eye on for some time." SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OSCAR AND WE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

user15: istg if y/n doesn't show up in the paddock tomorrow, i will throw a fit.

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yourusername: i could tell you where i am and what im doing, but its funny reading the theories

view comments below !

user15: are you going to a secret illuminati meeting user16: pls y/n pls just tell us

user17: this is cruel AND YOU KNOW IT

user18: pls lord, let y/n go to the monaco grand prix🙏🙏

user19: there's no way she ISNT going to the grand prix, i mean she's with her brother, and he's literally like the biggest f1 fan ever?? why else would they be traveling together

user20: maybe they're traveling together because they're siblings😭😭 ?? it doesn't have to connect to f1

yourbrothersuser: y/n pls put the phone down. i need a good nights rest for tomorrow.

user21: TOMORROW ???? IS ??? THE ???? GRAND ??? PRIX ??? ARE ???? YOU ??? GUYS ???? GOING ????

ynupdates: it seems like the rumors are true! y/n and jacob are currently at the grand prix!

view comments below!

user 22: 1 FUCKING KNEW IT

user23: everyone knew it...

user24: WHOO CAREEESSS oscar and y/n interaction WHEN ???

user25: ugh i NEED grid x y/n interactions RN

user26: y/n this, oscar that. WHAT I NEED IS TO SEE Y/NS BROTHER MEET MAX

user27: omg can you imagine how happy he is rn

— mclaren has posted new photos!

liked by yourusername, f1, yourbrother, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 837,938 others!

mclaren: monaco was a dream! thank you y/n for joining us view comments below!

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user28: 1 SHOULVE BEEN THERE. I COULDVE METY/N. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME.

yourusername: thank you for having me🧡

user29: okay now make oscar and y/n kiss

yourbrothersuser: thank you for making my dream come true 🙏🙏

redbullracing: @/yourusername our garage next

yourusername: i think @/yourbrothersuser would enjoy that more then i ever could

redbullracing: he's always welcome to join 💙

yourbrothersuser: AHHHHHH OMG OMG

user30: okay now more grid x y/n content

user31: the way this became like a meet and greet for y/n was INSANE

user32: who would've thought there would be so many y/n fans at a F1 race??

user33: everyone's a y/n l/n fan.

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri 763,928 others!

yourusername: do you think he'll try weed with me now that he's my boyfriend?

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user34: EXCUSE ME BOYFRIEND???

user35: OMG Y/N GOT HER FIRST BOYFRIEND!! АННННН

user36: OSCAR AND Y/N??? HELL YEAH

user37: okay let's just pretend that doesn't say what it says 😭

yourmanger: y/n please change that caption.

yourusername: i don't know how ☹️

user38: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CAPTION!!! Y/N AND OSCAR SHIPPERS RISE

mclaren: in case that caption isn't a joke, y/n please refrain from getting our drivers high.

yourusername: YOU GUYS ARE NO FUNN

user39: i love how public y/n is. like she genuinely acts like she doesn't have millions of followers

oscarpiastri: love i already told you, we cant get high.

yourusername: YOU WOULD IF YOU LOVED ME.

maxverstappen1: i'll get high with you y/n 🙋‍♂️

redbullracing: no you will not.

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

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note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!