#if that's her reasoning then she is lying to herself.

[semisasseater]

YOU THE TYPA GIRL TO REALLY HEAL MY SCAR ─ se-mi

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader Tw : Angst, trauma, PTSD, implied violence, mentions of death, emotional distress, survivor’s guilt, lying/deception, but ends with comfort/fluff. Summary : se-mi was filled with guilt. she felt like she should’ve died, until she remembered why she kept going and came back to the reason she kept going. wc : 2.2k (i think.) authors note : guys don’t attack me but i don’t read bad thinking diary.. so uh yeah but the photos look cute and aesthetically so! also guys it’s mine and my wife gabby 9 year anniversary of being together!! we’re getting married soon trust!! she’s mine yall sorry not sorry heh.. Not proofread

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The sound of a metal car door creaking open was deafening in the silence. The cold night air hit se-mi’s skin as she went outside for the first time in weeks. The streetlights flickered overhead, bathing the pavement in a dim glow, but nothing felt real. It was too quiet. Too normal.

Her hands clenched tightly around the credit card she carried after she got untied and took it out her mouth—stuffed full of blood money. Money that had come at the cost of hundreds of lives. Her legs trembled beneath her as she took cautious steps forward, half-expecting another game to start, another command to follow.

But it was over.

She had won.

The images of the games flashed through her mind. The red light, green light massacre. The six-legged race where she had barely escaped elimination. Mingle, where players had to form groups in rooms or be shot on the spot in rooms or not in a room. And Lights Out—the nightmarish free-for-all where trust had meant nothing, where she had to kill or be killed.

Her breath hitched as she remembered the blood on her hands, the screams, the desperation.

She should be dead.

And yet, here she was.

Shakily, se-mi reached for her phone, which had been returned to her at the floor. The screen was cracked, but it still lit up. As soon as it did, her heart clenched.

1,273 unread messages. 342 missed calls.

Every single one from her.

Her girlfriend.

Her Y/N.

Her thumb hovered over the messages, dread pooling in her stomach as she scrolled through them.

y/n: se-mi? Where are you?

y/n: baby please call me, I’m scared.

y/n: It’s been two days. Please don’t do this to me.

y/n: I don’t care what happened, I just need to know you’re okay.

y/n: It’s been WEEKS. Did you leave me? Please tell me you didn’t just disappear on purpose.

y/n: I love you. Please, just come back to me.

The texts grew longer, more desperate, more broken. The last one had been sent just hours ago.

y/n: I don’t think I can sleep tonight. I miss you so much. I just want you to be safe.

A sharp pain twisted in se-mi’s chest. She had been so focused on surviving that she hadn’t thought about what her disappearance had done to Y/N.

She had to fix this.

Without hesitation, she flagged down a taxi and gave the address to their shared apartment.

She was going home.

.

The apartment.

She hesitated before unlocking the door, remembering the guilt, the fear, the heartbreak in those texts.

Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

Her gaze landed on the couch immediately.

There she was.

Y/N was curled up under a blanket, her face turned toward the door as if she had fallen asleep waiting for se-mi to come home. Even in the dim light, se-mi could see her tear-streaked cheeks, her puffy eyes.

She had cried herself to sleep.

Se-mi’s throat tightened as she knelt beside her, hesitating before reaching out. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face before softly shaking her shoulder.

“Baby… wake up.”

A sleepy murmur escaped Y/N’s lips as she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy with sleep, before focusing on se-mi’s face.

At first, there was confusion.

Then—shock.

And then, tears.

“S-se-mi…?” Y/N’s voice cracked, disbelief evident in her tone.

Se-mi swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a small smile. “Hi baby…”

Before she could say anything else, Y/N threw herself into se-mi’s arms, clutching her tightly. “Oh my god—oh my god—I thought you were—” Her words broke off into sobs as she held onto se-mi as if she’d disappear again. “I thought you were dead. I thought you left me. I thought—”

“I know” se-mi whispered, guilt settling deep into her bones. “I know, love, I’m so sorry…”

She couldn’t tell the truth.

Couldn’t tell Y/N about the blood, the bodies, the screams that still echoed in her head.

So she lied.

“It was… a work trip” she said quickly. “I had to go last minute. They took my phone, all my things. I couldn’t call you, couldn’t text you. I—I should have told you before I left, but I didn’t have time.”

Y/N pulled back, eyes searching se-mi’s face, still wet with tears. “You were gone for three weeks.”

“I know” se-mi said, forcing herself to hold Y/N’s gaze. “And I hate myself for it. But I promise you—I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath before nodding, her hands trembling as they cupped se-mi’s cheeks. “I don’t care where you were. I don’t care about anything else. I just… I’m just so glad you’re back.”

Se-mi’s heart ached as she leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips. The warmth, the love, the relief—it was all there. Y/N kissed her back just as desperately, as if trying to make up for all the lost time.

The next morning, se-mi made good on her promise.

They went to the mall, shopping for everything Y/N wanted. Plushies, makeup, skincare—anything that could bring a smile to her face. Se-mi even surprised her with the Pink Chakra Heart Ring from Pandora, something Y/N had always wanted.

“Oh my god—Se-mi I love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Y/N squealed, hugging her tightly and peppering kisses all over her face.

Se-mi chuckled, squeezing her close. “Of course baby anything for you.”

But even as they laughed and enjoyed their day together, se-mi couldn’t ignore the gnawing weight in her chest.

The nightmares didn’t stop.

The screams still echoed in her head.

But every time she jolted awake, sweating, shaking, Y/N was there—holding her, whispering soft reassurances, grounding her back to reality.

“I’m here baby you’re safe.”

And for the first time since she left that place, se-mi believed it.

She had survived.

And that’s because, she had something worth living for.

@semisasseater

[queerfandomtrifecta]

I’m convinced we haven’t seen Helly R since season one.

I have another short post about a little part of this but just gonna combine it all into one here, but I do NOT trust s2 Helly R yet. There’s a lot of reasons and I’m currently rewatching for mannerism differences between Helly v Helena, but Helly R in s2 has felt very stiff and off in a few places (when she asked Mark if he was okay in the breakroom, telling Irving “we’ve got you”) which felt SO uncomfortable compared to s1 Helly R to me. That bothers me almost more than her lying about what she saw when they did the OTC thing and withholding the knowledge that her outie is an Eagan. Also, it’s Helly who very very quickly (and conveniently) notices the cameras are missing and says “wait, what happened to the security camera?” when it’s suggested Milchick was probably listening.

I think it’s totally plausible that if they can wake the innies up on the outside they can let the outies into the severed floor. I think Helly R saw too much and we’ve seen Helena Eagan pretending to be Helly the entire time.

I fully believe that they’re telling the truth when they say there are no cameras or mics on the severed floor anymore. Why would they need them with Helena Eagan herself there listening to everything?

Also, Mark is trying to find Ms. Casey/Gemma with “Helly” helping him. Helena Eagan and Lumon clearly don’t want that to happen, so with Helena in there acting as Helly R, she could point Mark in every direction but the right one and seem like it’s all genuinely an attempt to help. If it ever didn’t and Mark called her out on it, the fact that Helly had feelings for Mark at the end of s1 and was having a hard time helping him find his wife because of that is a good enough excuse to not blow Helena Eagan’s cover.

I’m rewatching to compare the two characters and see if there’s anything uniquely Helena that’s coming across in s2 Helly R or anything that would definitively rule this out as an option, but right now I don’t think we’ve seen Helly R yet this season.

Bonus theory/analysis that I cannot articulate well yet but am including anyway for some reason: s2 Helly is in solid blue every time weve seen her so far. Blue top, blue skirt. Every episode of s2 so far. She started in that in s1e1 and moved away from it, but that’s not happening here yet. Wish I could wrap up my train of thought here in a way that is coherent and concise, but TL;DR, blue (and green) is a Lumon color throughout, especially when severed characters are involved. (Petey reintegrated then died wearing that red and blue striped robe, the blue and red beta fish in the divided tank in Mark’s house, Gemma’s red and green candle Cobel takes from Mark’s basement, etc etc) I’m working on a longer piece of meta about color symbolism in Severance as I rewatch but yeah for now, im just not trusting the head to toe blue every single day for s2 Helly R.

[athetos]

Some thoughts from severance s2e3, and the season in general:

I 100% assumed the reason the goat people were asking to see their bellies was to see if they had belly buttons. Since the prevailing theory is that the goats are for cloning purposes, i figured they wanted to make sure they weren’t clones (clones not having belly buttons because they weren’t birthed/have need for an umbilical cord). If we take the pouches line at face value, I’d guess that they were told a rumor that MDR had pouches, to sow division and fear between the departments (like the fake uprising told to MDR about O&D, and vice versa).

The Export Floor. The fact that O&D used to deliver things there themselves, but then a courier was used. My theory is that someone saw something there they shouldn’t have. I don’t know how o!Irving knows about it, but I’m not here to discuss that right now. What I want to talk about is the name. The obvious one is exporting goods (or even ideas) to other countries, and this could simply mean it’s where stuff made by O&D gets sent up to the ‘outtie’ world. But there’s another possibility - export as in transferring data to another software/format. I think it’s this meaning that is critical, and has big implications for Gemma/Ms. Casey. They could be transferring the data MDR has refined to her chip, or in some way or another, working on “Cold Harbor.”

I am very firmly in the ‘that’s Helena’ camp now. I don’t think this is in character for Helly, as the extremely awkward conversation in the hall with Mark as well as telling Irving they ‘got him’ sealed it for me. I’m fairly certain that management knows it’s Helena; after all, they don’t activate her chip, although I won’t rule out she paid someone off/threatened them to do it. That said, I like to believe she compromised with the board to go down as herself, instead of as Helly. This would also mean that she can encourage Mark to go places that Lumon specifically wants him to see, instead of ones that are much more confidential. However, I think she’ll end up siding with the innies by the end, simply because the connections she will forge with them will be the only genuine and loving relationships in her life.

I didn’t mention this before, but i’m pretty sure Irving knows that Helena/Helly is lying, because he was the only innie who spent enough time outside to know that it was winter and she couldn’t have been gardening. He distrusts her, that’s why he only told Dylan about Burt.

Upon immediately seeing Dylan’s wife I assumed she was a hired actress. However it genuinely appears to be her (granted, I’m faceblind, but the voice sounded the same when she was with his outtie later in the episode). Lumon clearly thinks that this perk will keep i!Dylan in line, but I think it might backfire spectacularly, or at least cause significant drama - his wife is going to fall in love with his innie. Think about it, if their marriage is going through a rough patch, and she gets to spend time with a version of her husband who lacks all of the assumptions/grudges he has against her - basically starting all over… yeah, it’s gonna get strange. The way she talked about it to o!Dylan was like she was hiding it from him, almost like it’s the beginning of a potential affair…

(I also am still of the mind that either she or one of their children is terminally ill in some way, hence the benefits/insurance that Dylan is always looking after. He also complained a few times about having sore arms and jokes he works out. I feel this might be related somehow? But not sure…)

I stand by my theory that the board is actually the motherboard and is Kier’s (and his successors?) consciousness, or something of that ilk. The board was referred to as “it” in this episode (also “they”, but I believe that was meant as in plural, including Natalie). So I think we actually don’t have any proof that it’s multiple people or even people period. It will be like the export double meaning I mentioned earlier. Again, the board is hot on Mark staying and working because it wants him to finish Cold Harbor so it can begin the revival of Kier’s family (the rotation could potentially mean their minds being uploaded. Or something of that nature.)

No big theories or details to chew on here, but things that got big reactions from me: the Black Kier portraits I was expecting but still not prepared for. I desperately want to see Natalie’s portraits that she received; were they all biracial, all women, or both? The idea of genderbent biracial Kier family is killing me. This is like Hamilton (I think). Cobel definitely was going to die if she went into the building, she made the right call, I was terrified that her car might explode as she left. Phew. Next episode is going to be a roller coaster, I can tell. Shocked that he’s starting reintegration so soon but I’m here for it. Worried that Devon is going to get murdered. And I’m waiting for Cobel to get hunted down by Mark or for her to willingly seek him out as she realizes this is her only chance left to… do whatever the fuck it is she wants to do.

[familyagrestefanblog]

Screw it, I'm gonna ask the question:

When has Marinette really struggling to make friends ever been a thing in the show? People are now using Marinette's anxiety as an excuse for why she struggled with behaving in any way normally around Sublime, as well as using it as "duh" explanation for why Adrien is in the "right" for saying that it is a normal thing for Marinette to not know how to befriend people.

But WHEN did she ever act like this while trying to make new friends or form a connection when it wasn't actually explicitly about Adrien?

Cause that's the thing: Adrien is incorrectly projecting the way Marinette treats him onto her treatment of Sublime, saying that this is normal for Marinette.

But its not.

This whole "you only have one chance to make a good impression to become someone's friend" has never been something Marinette's character thought or acted like. She has countless of friends, even more connections everywhere, she's the widely beloved hero of the city, and a team that trusts her and follows her every word.

Her anxiety can get a BIT in the way here and there in how she treats her regular friends (so excluding Chat Noir), but she never did THIS before to make a friend.

Her anxiety can have her badly judge people who she then treats worse, but once she gets over herself she barely has a problem to try and reconnect with them and be their friend

She ONLY treated Adrien like this, hence why he incorrectly projected onto Sublime. What are you all TALKING about that thats the REAL reason for her behaviour?

Shouldn't yall Marinette stans KNOW your fav well enough to know she never did THIS before?

Why are you all LYING?

[nervousdiythesimspsychic]

warning: violence, strong language, blood and gore

I hope you like it, (y/n) is in real danger hihi

xxx

Ziezo

Then she feels it.

A rough, strong hand clamps around her arm like an iron shackle. A familiar, raspy voice growls near her ear.

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chapter 5: captured again

"Well, well… so you’re the girl who got us into trouble."

(y/n) blood freezes. She looks up and sees the broad-shouldered hunter with the wild beard—one of the men whose table she had used to stash her stolen goods.

His eyes gleam with recognition. And worse—with fury.

(y/n) tries to wrench herself free, but the hunter has the grip of a beast. His rough hand clamps tightly around her upper arm, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. She hisses in pain, but he doesn’t give her a chance to catch her breath.

"I wouldn’t do anything stupid, girl," he growls. His voice is deep and menacing, reeking of tobacco. "You’ve caused enough trouble already."

(y/n) breath quickens—this was not part of the plan.

Behind her, she hears Jongho and Mingi shouting in the distance. They storm through the harbor, their eyes scanning for their escaped prisoner. But the hunter is prepared.

With a brutal yank, he drags her into a narrow passage between two wooden sheds. (y/n) digs her heels into the wet cobblestones, trying to resist, but he’s far too strong. He pulls her along effortlessly, his grip merciless.

Then, before she can scream, something presses against her mouth—a piece of rough fabric soaked in a bitter scent.

Chloroform.

(y/n) struggles, her heart pounding wildly, but her vision quickly blurs. Her body grows heavy. Her knees buckle. The world starts to spin around her.

"That’s better," the hunter mutters, just before the darkness swallows her whole.

When (y/n) slowly regains consciousness, she feels something hard beneath her back. Cold. Rough. Wood?

Her head throbs as if it’s splitting apart, her body sluggish and heavy. She tries to move her arms, but her wrists are bound with thick, coarse ropes. She groans softly, her fox still restless inside her chest.

Voices echo in the distance. Men laughing, talking, throwing wood onto a crackling fire. The scent of roasted meat fills the air.

Slowly, she opens her eyes.

She’s lying in a wooden cart, her wrists and tightly bound. 

Her gaze flickers sideways. A bit further, near the fire, she sees five men. Large, rugged hunters dressed in heavy cloaks and leather armor. Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the man who took her. He sits on a fallen tree trunk, a knife in his hand, slicing a piece of meat.

His friends laugh at something he says. But then he looks up, his eyes gleaming in the darkness straight at her.

"Well, well, she’s awake," he grins.

(y/n) breath catches. This is bad. Very bad.

The hunters move closer, their eyes filled with curiosity and something far more dangerous.

"What do we do with her?" asks one, a bald man with a long scar across his cheek.

"I say we sell her," says another, a broad man in a battered leather coat. "There’s bound to be someone willing to pay a good price for her."

"Or we keep her," suggests the bearded man who captured her. "Maybe she has secrets we can use."

The men chuckle. But (y/n) feels her fox growl fiercely inside her, sharpening its claws.

She needs to get out of here.

The leader of the hunters rises from his seat by the fire. He is an imposing man, broad-shouldered, with a rugged beard that makes his sharp jawline even more menacing. His eyes bore into (y/n), filled with calculation and resentment.

"I want to know why those eight men are so desperate to catch her," he says slowly, twirling his dagger between his fingers. "No one hunts someone that fiercely without a damn good reason."

The other hunters nod in agreement.

(y/n) watches them silently, her mind racing. She can’t fully control her breathing, but she knows she can’t show weakness. Her fox growls restlessly inside her. Stay calm. Wait. Wait for the right moment.

The leader steps closer, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up.

"I want answers, girl," he says. "Why are those eight men after you?"

(y/n) narrows her eyes. "Why would I tell you?"

He grins and tightens his grip on her jaw, but (y/n) doesn’t flinch.

"You’ve caused us enough trouble," he continues. "We were doing just fine until you interfered with our business. Because of you, we were nearly thrown out of the city!"

The other hunters grumble in agreement.

"Those eight men were ruthless," snarls the man in the leather coat. "They thought we were working with you! We lost our loot because of you."

The leader nods thoughtfully and releases the girl. "Yeah… and I don’t take that lightly."

He turns to his men. "We’ll make her pay. Not only do I want to know why those men want her so badly, but I want revenge for what she did to us."

The hunters murmur their agreement.

"How do we do that?" asks a man with the scarred face.

The leader smirks, glancing back at her, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Oh, we’ll return her soon enough," he says with a grin. "But on our terms."

(y/n) stomach twists.

In the tavern, tension hung thick in the air. The door slammed shut as Hongjoong turned his furious gaze on San, Wooyoung, and Mingi. His eyes burned with anger and frustration.

"How. Did. This. Happen?" he asked, his voice slow and threatening.

San, Mingi, and Wooyoung stood like guilty children, unable to meet his eyes.

"You had one job!" Hongjoong finally roared. "One simple job! To watch her!"

"Start talking," he snapped.

San took a deep breath before speaking. "She… she was crying," he said, his voice heavier than usual. "Not just a little—she was shaking. She looked at us with eyes full of pure despair, and…"

The room fell silent.

Then, the door suddenly burst open.

A breathless fisherman stood in the doorway, his face sweaty, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You’re the eight men looking for that strange girl, right?" he panted. "The one who caused all that chaos in the city?"

All eyes locked onto him.

"I know where she is."

Everyone in the room froze. Hongjoong's outburst was abruptly cut off, and all eyes shot toward the fisherman.

"What did you say?" Seonghwa asked slowly, his tone commanding.

The fisherman swallowed with difficulty, still out of breath. "I… I saw a big man with a beard take her. Thrown over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. He was heading toward the city gate."

"What kind of man?" Yunho asked sharply.

"A hunter, I think," the fisherman said, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead. "He looked like someone used to hunting and surviving. I didn’t follow him further, but he left the city. Probably to his camp."

Mingi cursed softly. "Great. As if this wasn’t bad enough already, now she’s in someone else’s hands."

Hongjoong clenched his fists. "Did you see anything else? Anything that might help?"

The fisherman shook his head. "I didn’t want to get too close. He had a few others with him, but they didn’t seem to be in a hurry. As if they knew they weren’t being pursued."

"That changes now," Jongho said resolutely.

Yunho stepped forward, his sharp gaze locked on the fisherman. "You said that the bearded man wasn’t alone. What did the others look like?"

The fisherman took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head as he thought. "Uh… well, the big guy with the beard was clearly the leader. Broad shoulders, rugged look, seemed like an experienced fighter. The others… There was one with a scar across his cheek, a lanky guy with bright red hair, a rather muscular man with a shaved head, and one who was smaller but had sharp eyes. They all carried weapons and seemed well-coordinated."

The room fell silent.

A heavy realization settled over the eight men like a looming storm cloud.

"Damn it," San muttered finally, running a hand through his hair. "It’s those hunters."

Wooyoung shot up. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yes," Seonghwa interrupted grimly. "The same men we kicked out when we found out that (y/n) had placed our supplies on their table."

Mingi swore. "So they have her now?!"

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes in thought, his fists clenching as the gravity of the situation sank in. "If that’s the case… then (y/n) is in deep trouble."

Jongho frowned. "Do you think they recognize her? That they know she was the one who put them in that situation?"

"If they don’t know yet, they’ll find out soon enough," Yeosang answered seriously.

Yunho crossed his arms and slowly shook his head. "That means getting her back isn’t just a matter of chasing after her. This is going to be a fight."

The fisherman glanced around uneasily. "Whatever you’re planning, I suggest you move fast. Those hunters didn’t look like they had any intention of treating her kindly."

Hongjoong sighed and massaged his temples. "We can’t afford to mess this up." His eyes scanned the group. "We need a plan. And this time, we do it smarter."

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(y/n) was thrown harshly to the ground, her body bouncing painfully against the hard earth. The men laughed at her weak attempt to get up.

“Well, well,” the deep voice of the bearded leader rumbled as he looked down at her. “You’ve caused us quite a bit of trouble, girl.”

(y/n) clenched her jaw and tried to steady her breathing. Panic wouldn’t help her now. She had to stay clear-headed, find a way out. But as she looked around, all she saw were the dark outlines of the forest and the fiery eyes of the hunters staring at her like a captured prey.

The man with the scar across his nose crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin roughly. “Why would those eight guys care so much about you?” he sneered, tightening his grip and tilting her head slightly as if trying to read an answer from her face.

(y/n) jerked her head away, but it only earned her a hard slap across the face. Her head pounded, and her ears rang, but she remained silent.

“Lost your voice?” The bearded leader grinned, stepping beside her with his boots planted firmly in the dirt.

One of the other hunters, the bald one with broad shoulders, leaned against a fallen tree and pulled a knife from his belt. He began toying with it, slowly running the blade over his fingertips. “Maybe we should loosen her up a bit. People tend to talk more when they’re uncomfortable.”

(y/n) heart pounded in her throat, but she knew she couldn’t let her fear show. “Why would I tell you anything?” she snapped, carefully pushing herself up onto her elbows. “What do you gain from knowing why they’re after me?”

The leader crouched beside her, a cold smile on his lips. “Because I want to know if you’re worth handing over… or if we should make our own deal with them. Maybe they’re willing to trade something for you. And if they’re not…” He let the words hang in the air, but the threat was clear.

(y/n) swallowed hard. She had gotten herself into serious trouble.

A fist came flying, slamming into her face. A sharp pain shot through her nose, and instantly, she tasted the salty, metallic tang of blood in her mouth. A warm trickle ran down her upper lip, dripped onto her chin, and fell to the dusty ground.

(y/n) curled in on herself, her breathing heavy and uneven. But despite the pain and the pounding in her head, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly upward. Her eyes sparkled with defiance as she wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.

“Well, well… so tough,” she mocked. “Hitting girls. Does that make you feel good?”

An icy silence fell over the camp. The hunters looked at their leader, waiting to see how he would react to her insolence.

The bearded man slowly leaned toward her, his large frame casting a shadow over her battered body. His breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco as he whispered menacingly, “Girl… I can do far worse than just give you a bloody nose.”

His voice was low and dangerous, and even the other hunters shifted uncomfortably.

(y/n) fingers curled into the dirt. She had to keep breathing. Keep thinking. Her heart pounded wildly.

The man straightened up and looked down at her bloodied face. “Let her stew for a while,” he ordered the others. “Maybe she’ll be more talkative once she realizes there’s no way out.”

One of the other hunters chuckled and kicked some dirt in her direction. “Or maybe after a few more hits.”

(y/n) breathing turned unsteady as the hunter’s words lingered like poison in her mind. Her hands trembled slightly, her heart pounded against her ribs. She was tied up, surrounded, and had no way to escape.

But she wasn’t alone.

Deep inside her, she felt the faint tremor of her inner fox, a soft, whimpering sound only she could hear. The fox sensed her fear and grew restless, stirring her instincts awake.

The leader of the hunters noticed her reaction and smirked. “Oh? Finally getting scared, girl?” He crouched beside her again, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at him. His nails dug into her skin. “I asked you a question. Why do those eight men want you so badly?”

(y/n) clenched her jaw, meeting his gaze with fiery eyes despite the fear tightening her throat.

One of the other hunters, a scrawny man with a filthy grin, pulled out a knife and let the tip glide along her arm. Not deep enough to cut, but just enough to make her feel the threat.

(y/n) fox whined in her head again, louder this time. Her heart raced faster. The fox sensed the danger and wanted to react.

The bearded leader stood up and cracked his neck. “Listen carefully,” he said. “We’ve already lost a lot because of you and those eight idiots. So if you think you’re walking away from this unharmed, you’re dead wrong.”

He gave a nod to the scrawny man with the knife. “Show her we mean business.”

Before (y/n) could react, she felt a sharp sting in her upper arm. Not deep, but enough to break the skin. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from making a sound, but her body trembled with anger and pain. Her fox growled loudly in her mind now.

The hunter grinned in satisfaction as a few drops of blood dripped onto the ground. “See? That was just the beginning.”

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The night was quieter than they wanted. No wind, no animal sounds—only the crackling of the campfire and the coarse laughter of the hunters. The eight men lay hidden among the trees, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they observed the camp. Hongjoong’s gaze was cold, locked onto (y/n), who sat bound on the ground, her head slightly bowed.

One of the hunters, the bearded man who had taken her earlier, stood over her. His rough voice carried through the camp. “So, tell us, girl… why do those eight want you so badly?”

(y/n) slowly lifted her head, her eyes dark with anger and pain. But before she could say anything, the man suddenly lunged forward and punched her hard in the face. Her head snapped back as a sharp cry escaped her throat.

San tensed at the sight. His fingers dug into the earth as he held his breath.

“Wait,” Yeosang whispered beside him. “We have to time this right.”

Meanwhile, the hunter crouched down, grinning as he watched blood trickle from (y/n) nose. “Well, well, so tough,” (y/n) sneered, licking the blood from her split lip.

The scrawny man let out a dry chuckle and pulled a dagger from his belt. He held the blade close to her face, tapping her cheek playfully. “I can do far worse than a bloody nose.”

He dragged the tip of the dagger slowly along her arm, just hard enough to leave a thin red line on her skin.

Yunho had to restrain himself from leaping forward. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists.

“I swear, if he lays another finger on her—” Mingi’s voice was barely audible, his entire body trembling with rage.

But Hongjoong shook his head. “Not yet.”

Wooyoung’s eyes flickered between the hunters and Y/n). He felt the adrenaline burning in his chest. But Hongjoong was right. If they intervened now without a plan, it would turn into chaos, and (y/n) might end up even more hurt.

The hunters didn’t seem finished with her yet.

They lay completely still among the trees, their breathing heavy and tense as they observed every movement in the camp. The hunters had gathered around (y/n), their shadows dancing in the flickering firelight. Hongjoong kept his gaze locked on them, his mind racing to form a plan.

“We need to get her out of there without it turning into an all-out fight,” Yeosang whispered. “If we charge in now, we might lose her in the chaos.”

Yunho nodded. “Maybe we can create a distraction? A false threat to shift their focus.”

Mingi glanced at San and Wooyoung, both still stiff with anger. “We need speed. The moment they’re distracted, I’ll grab her and disappear into the forest.”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “Alright, but we—”

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night.

All eight of them froze.

The scream came from the center of the camp. (y/n).

Their heads snapped up just in time to see one of the hunters looming over her, something sharp glinting in his hands under the firelight. She groaned, her body convulsing in pain.

Wooyoung gasped. “What are they doing to her?”

And then it happened.

(y/n) body stiffened, her breathing quickened, and a shiver ran across her skin. The fire cast eerie shadows across her face, and something… changed. Her eyes seemed lighter, her features sharper.

The hunters, who had just been grinning around her, suddenly took a step back. One of them cursed and reached for his weapon.

The eight men in the shadows felt the air tremble.

“What is…?” San whispered, but before anyone could answer, he felt it.

A presence.

A deep, primal force rippling through the camp.

And then (y/n) looked up.

But it was no longer just (y/n).

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(y/n) gasped as the man above her leaned in, his rough hand pressing down on her shoulder while he slowly dragged the dagger along her skin. The blade glinted in the dim light of the campfire, and she felt the chilling threat hanging in the air. "Let's see if you still have that big mouth when you feel real pain," he growled.

She tried to pull away, but her wrists were still tightly bound. Her muscles tensed, her breathing grew heavy and uneven. Fear coiled around her heart like an icy grip as she watched the man raise his dagger with a merciless grin… and then drive it brutally into her leg.

A sharp, burning pain shot through her body. A strangled cry escaped her throat as the metal pierced her flesh. Her vision blurred for a moment, her head spinning from the pain and adrenaline.

And then it happened.

A deep growl rumbled in her chest, raw and animalistic. Her fear vanished, swallowed by something much stronger. The fire inside her roared—not with panic, but with pure, untamed rage. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly, her body felt light… different.

Her eyes snapped open, now brighter than ever—almost glowing in the dark.

The man above her hesitated, his expression shifting from arrogance to confusion. "What in the actual hell…?"

But he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

With a speed he never expected, (y/n) pushed herself up with her bound hands and slammed her forehead into his jaw. The impact was hard and sudden, making him stumble backward.

Before he could recover, she wrapped her legs around his neck, twisted her body in a fluid motion, and yanked him down with brutal force. He hit the ground hard, cursing, but he had no chance to fight back.

(y/n) grip tightened, her muscles coiling like a predator crushing its prey. The man choked, his hands clawing at her legs, but she didn't let go.

The remaining four hunters stared at her, frozen in shock.

"What’s happening?" one of them murmured, his voice unsteady.

"I don't know," another whispered. "But… this isn’t normal."

(y/n) felt it too. She was still there, somewhere deep inside, but the fox had completely taken over. Her rage, her strength, her instincts—they were all unleashed.

And now, she was the hunter.

A tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling campfire and the hunters' heavy breathing. The man beneath (y/n) struggled, his hands clawing at the dirt as he gasped for air. But she gave him no chance to break free. Her grip tightened, her eyes gleaming like burning gemstones in the dim light.

Then, one of the hunters suddenly broke the silence.

"No… NO! This can't be happening!" His voice trembled with fear as he took a step back. His eyes were wide, his breath quick and panicked. "I… I’ve heard about her! About the fox! We have to get out of here!"

His panic spread like wildfire. The other hunters glanced at him in confusion, but his hysteria planted a seed of unease in their minds.

"What the hell are you talking about?" one of them growled, his hand resting nervously on the hilt of his knife.

"The fox! The demon! I heard a ghost story a few towns over! They say she’s not just some girl—she’s a monster! A beast hiding in human form!"

(y/n) growled deep in her chest, a primal sound that made the hairs on their arms stand on end. The hunter stumbled back further, his eyes filled with fear and superstition.

"I'm telling you, we have to kill her now before she—"

Before he could finish his sentence, (y/n) moved.

Fast. Too fast.

With brutal force, she pushed off the ground and lunged at him. Her movements were fluid, unnaturally agile, as if the shadows themselves carried her forward. Her bound hands were no obstacle—her entire body was a weapon.

The hunter let out a startled yelp, raising his arms to defend himself, but it was too late. (y/n) shoulder slammed into his chest, knocking him back with a harsh thud. He hit the ground with a heavy crash, gasping for air as he clutched his ribs.

The other hunters finally reached for their weapons, knives and daggers flashing in the firelight. But their hands trembled. The fear was visible in their eyes now.

(y/n) felt the fox take full control. Her teeth clenched, her muscles trembled with adrenaline. The scent of their fear filled the air—thick and intoxicating.

She was no longer the prey.

She was the hunter.

(y/n) felt the burning knife in her leg, the throbbing pain of her bloody nose, and the stinging cut on her arm, but the fox forced her to keep fighting. The hunters' fear fueled her, but her body had already suffered too much. Her breathing was labored, her muscles screamed in protest with every movement.

The first hunter lunged at her, dagger raised. She dodged at the last second, ramming her shoulder into his ribs. He staggered but quickly regained his balance, swinging his blade at her again. At the same time, another hunter grabbed her from behind. A rough arm locked around her waist, yanking her backward. She thrashed, kicking wildly, but her strength was fading.

A third hunter struck her across the face—hard and merciless. Stars exploded in her vision, and she stumbled. The fox snarled inside her, but even the beast knew she couldn’t fight much longer. Her injuries were taking their toll.

Then chaos erupted.

From the trees, eight figures stormed forward like predators lying in wait. Hongjoong was the first to reach her, drawing his sword, his expression fierce and deadly. San and Wooyoung were right behind him, followed by Mingi and Yeosang, their fury crashing over the hunters like a tidal wave.

"Get your hands off her!" San snarled, fists clenched.

The hunters, now outnumbered and with two of their own already bleeding on the ground, realized they had no chance. Their leader, the bearded man, scanned the scene in an instant and made the only choice left to him.

"Grab them and get out of here!" he barked at his men.

The two least-injured hunters rushed to lift their fallen comrades, while the rest of the group retreated. Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness of the night, their footsteps fading into the distance.

(y/n) was still standing, her chest heaving as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs felt heavy, her body screamed for rest. The fox inside her wanted to keep fighting.

(y/n) chest rose and fell as her body trembled from adrenaline. Her fox was in survival mode and refused to surrender. The hunters had fled, but now the eight men surrounded her—their postures tense, their gazes locked on her.

They are enemies.

The thought flashed through her mind as her glowing eyes darted between them. The fox and (y/n) could no longer tell friend from enemies—her instincts screamed at her to fight. Her lip curled in a warning snarl, her fingers twitching into claws.

San took a cautious step forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "(y/n), listen to me."

But the fox didn’t listen.

With a raw snarl, she lunged. Her claws slashed toward San’s chest. He barely dodged in time, feeling the air rush past his skin.

"Shit," he muttered.

Before he could recover, she spun and attacked Yunho. Her body moved purely on instinct—fast, aggressive, lethal. She struck at his side, forcing him back a few steps.

Mingi jumped in, trying to grab her wrists, but she slipped through his grip like a shadow and lashed out at him. Her nails raked across his arm, leaving thin red streaks.

“She’s still in fight mode,” Yeosang observed.

"No shit, Sherlock," Wooyoung growled, jumping back as (y/n) feinted an attack toward him.

But as the fox kept fighting, they began to notice. Her breathing was heavy. Her attacks were less precise. Her movements, no matter how fast and aggressive, lacked the strength they once had.

Yeosang analyzed her the most keenly. His eyes followed her patterns, noticing how her muscles trembled from exhaustion. Her injuries were slowing her down, and her reflexes were not as sharp as they should be.

"She’s tired," he whispered.

Hongjoong saw it too and gave a brief nod. "She’s been tied up all night, fought the hunters, and got injured. Her body can’t take much more."

San looked at (y/n), whose breathing was growing heavier. She tried to strike again, but her attack was less focused. Seonghwa blocked her blow effortlessly and gently pushed her back.

"I've got her," Seonghwa said calmly, and before (y/n) could launch another attack, he quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

(y/n) body tensed. Her fox growled and struggled, trying to bite, to break free, but Seonghwa’s grip was firm and unwavering.

"Easy, (y/n)," he whispered right next to her ear.

She kept struggling, her heart pounding, her entire body screaming to fight. But her strength was slipping away. Her limbs felt like lead. Her wounds burned and throbbed. Her fox let out one last weak growl.

With a final, exhausted gasp, her body went limp in Seonghwa’s arms.

Wooyoung and San stepped closer, their expressions filled with concern.

"It’s over," Yeosang murmured again.

Seonghwa felt how heavy her body had become against his own. He held her firmly while Hongjoong cast a quick glance at the others.

"We need to get her out of here," Hongjoong said resolutely.

Seonghwa nodded.

(y/n) eyes slowly fluttered shut. The last thing she felt was the warmth of Seonghwa’s body and the soft rhythm of his breathing before she completely faded into darkness.

The group stood in a circle, their breathing still heavy with tension. Seonghwa held (y/n) tightly in his arms, her limp body pressed against his chest. Her face was pale, the bloodstains on her clothes dark. Small tremors ran through her body—a sign of exhaustion and pain.

San ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. “We can’t leave her like this. She needs care.”

Mingi nodded, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but we can’t just bring her into the city either. Not after everything that’s happened.”

Wooyoung looked at the sleeping (y/n) and slowly shook his head. “The hunters know who she is now. Maybe people won’t believe them, but they’ll talk. And if they convince enough people…”

Yeosang finished his sentence. “Then we won’t just have the hunters after us, but also bounty hunters or people who fear her.”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw. This was a problem.

They couldn’t risk returning to the city with (y/n) in this state. Not just because they could be recognized, but also because there was no telling how (y/n) herself would react when she woke up. Her fox had only just relinquished control—there was no guarantee she wouldn’t panic again.

“What if we go to another hideout?” Yunho suggested. “Somewhere further away, outside the city. Until she recovers and we can come up with a new plan.”

Hongjoong nodded slowly, thinking. “That would be the smartest move. But we need to go somewhere we won’t be found right away.”

Seonghwa scanned the area, his grip on (y/n) protective. “I know a place,” he said after a moment. “An old cabin, a few kilometers from here, on the edge of the swamp. We used it as a hideout once. No one likes going there, and it’s remote enough for her to recover without drawing attention.”

The group exchanged glances. A swamp wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the city, where the hunters could spread information at any moment.

“Can we carry her that far?” San asked, frowning as he glanced at the deep gash in her leg.

“I can carry her,” Seonghwa said firmly. “We’ll just take turns if necessary.”

Hongjoong nodded. “Alright. We leave now, before anyone notices us.”

The men carefully wrapped (y/n) in a cloak to shield her from the cold as best as possible. Seonghwa held her tightly against him and was the first to start walking, the rest forming a protective formation around him.

next chapter

[lucius-morningstar]

Every part of you is Amazing.

This isn't the first time Vaggie's seen this side of Charlie, did she hate it, fear it, worry about it. Fuck no. If Charlie wanted her gone, she'd have done the deed when she had found her. The first time she saw it was actually protecting her, something Vaggie's never experienced before. Having someone wanting to protect her for a change was a unique experience.

Though this one was not from that, turns out there were other reasons her favorite girl would be riled up were also in moments of excitement.. Many versions of excitement. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find it attractive. Fear or worry about that form or it hurting her was so far from her mind, it may as well not have existed. Despite Charlie's worry about it Vaggie all but threw herself at her in this form.. Maybe she has thrown herself at her once or twice but neither admit to it because it doesn't matter. Nothing mattered to Vaggie apart from her, to Vaggie, every part of her was amazing.

Art was done by DarkSavannahKing. Consider this an early Valentines Day Gift towards our favorite girls.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

something hellish about living with my mother is that if i were to take the nice, long soak in the tub my pussy severely needs and deserves right now at this here 5 AM, she would throw a fit.

[zuzu-romeave]

lovelovelove the helena/helly debate cuz i can fully see both sides. like, yeah, it makes sense that the lying, the insistence that innies and outies are two separate people, the reassurance that there are no cameras or microphones, the fumbling with the computer switch, and her hesitation/confusion when mark hugs her would all be helena trying to fit in and have them trust her so she can find out anything else lumon doesnt already know about. on the other hand i can totally see helly being absolutely devastated to find out that she’s the cause of her suffering in an even more involved way than all the others and wanting to hide that fact. her family built lumon from the ground up, her father is the one who came up with the severance procedure, and helly herself encourages others to become severed. it must be soul crushing to learn that You and your whole family are the cause of your suffering AND your friends suffering. it would make sense for helly to being acting strange because of that revelation and it makes sense that she would want to see outies and innies as two entirely separate people. its just very neat i like it a lot its very fun to me :3

[beanghostprincess]

we gotta start giving luffy more credit for his emotional intelligence and empathy because i don't think y'all are aware of how fucking smart this lil dude really is

[moe-broey]

From my notes....... like to me Sharena is projecting a little bit, here. She's frustrated with Veronica not only because of her behavior, but because if SHARENA EVER acted out anywhere NEAR that way. Maybe there would be severe consequences. Maybe it's something Sharena makes an effort to correct, within herself, before any consequences can catch her. And yet. Despite all that. Sharena still has moments of attitude and dare I say, Stubbornness, too.

[gracemarkss]

trying to gather my thoughts on unruhe. something about this exchange is so vital to me…about how scully maybe isn’t as natural a seeker as mulder. about how her work as a pathologist is focused on “how” rather than “why”…whereas mulder’s profiling is the inverse. a woman is dead and a man killed her and no amount of probing the inner workings of his psyche, his dreams, his nightmares will remedy that situation. discovering the why doesn’t bring about any deeper sense of justice or peace. because really, no why could ever really explain the mundane horror of a woman’s abduction and murder. if anything, it just more starkly reveals the ugly simplicity of the human capacity for cruelty.

but i also love how later, she leans on the why. she channels mulder and his profiler brain. schnauz even picks up on it (“great. now they got you talking like sigmund freud,” in reference to him calling mulder freud during his interrogation). she asks him why he does it. why her. why this. why did his sister kill herself. why did his father do what he did. part of it’s to keep schnauz talking but it’s also another example of how she reaches for him, even metaphorically, in moments of fear and difficulty.

i also love how this episode, with its themes of unrest and strife and trouble, focuses on scully. mulder is usually the more restless character, always searching and seeking and chasing and moving. but scully is just as, if not maybe even more so. her mother’s remaining daughter. her father’s disappointment. a catholic to her bones, even as she lapses. a woman in a man’s job. who imagines a life to be a husband and kids and big sunday dinners, but who can’t stop following the mad man in the basement. who always insists she’s fine, who locks it all away, who chafes and squirms and explodes in impulsive incendiary bursts. who is always always trying.

there are just some things we don’t or can’t look too deeply into. if god is real, or why the woman in front of us is dead. scully will dig and scrape for proof and explanations for many things, but some interrogations aren’t worth the effort, or the fear of what might be found. some things just are, and they’re too big to move or change or overcome. women die because men kill them. what the hell does it matter?

[blyszczopies]

kinda a redraw of the first ever drawing of a human (or more accurately. something that looks like a human usually) that i drew out of my own free will under the influence of an energy drink drank too late and inspiration wave from watching a warrior cats speedpaint. the biggest furry ever has been officially drawing weird humans for a year now 🎉

didnt want to draw fiona just standing so here she is in a "i need to wag my tail but i have no tail" situation. based on my fic that only two people have read. also i didnt use any references for either drawing. only a screenshot of fiona from the game just to get her design accurately

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[arolesbianism]

Sus quest my beloved <333333

[muteddaydreams]

bc like what am I not giving you that you wanna go date other people too…

[pwurrz]

oh yeah i’m a huge catra apologist and kinnie btw. i’m also happy she ended up with adora and i think catra’s redemption arc was well written and felt genuine <3