#secret garden ost

[lindacarmenez]

I'm sorry is that female key? The fact that he was asked to sing it on the spot. I cannot with this person. No.

[ultrakill-ost-showdown]

[bulletbilltime]

If you told me a song from Secret Garden of all music groups was going to cause Life is Strange related brainrot even just a week ago I may well have laughed at you tbh

But here we are.

[zebreacadabra]

Zbigniew Preisner ; live version of "jardin d'été" ; composed for the movie The Secret Garden (1993)

[kaimukiwahine]

Just gonna type my thoughts out based on my notes I wrote while playing the To the Moon Beach Episode. So spoilers/long ramble.

Short things:

They brought back many minor characters from Finding Paradise, thought that was very cute

References: The "Are you winning, son?" in the airport was charming but I did not expect to get a full FNAF section

I love the use of previous games OST: updated versions and the lo-fi versions

Animations were very charming and expressive; they even joke about it ("didn't have a budget for it. The dance lessons")

That inverted/hanging jellyfish planter. I need it. I need it now.

Rob learning what people are up to on the internet these days only to instantly regret it

Willis and Taima still going at it. They are lifelong couple goals: keeping the flame alive while dropping wisdom

I need that soundtrack.

Bigger things:

Johnny and River addressing what most players/general audience found concerning about the original game and overall premise of the series: Altering and overwriting of memories or basically the reality of the dying. While jokingly Johnny says he could never see himself using their services, both conclude it's their choice and they just need to accept it

This was slightly touched on in the Minisode but for it to be brought into attention by the original characters that kicked off this series, it's something.

The three books at the beginning already set forth what this game is gonna be all about: grieving and acceptance of the passing of a loved one. The first run through, Eva completely numbed her memories to enjoy the beach and time with Neil. But there was always something.

Second run, she "confronts" as Faye states the truth: Neil is dead.

It was hinted that Eva started drinking (in the store) and has been repeatedly using the machine Neil left behind that Neil becomes concerned for her. (Similar to Collin in Finding Paradise.) While she wants to stay on the beach and relive the same day over and over, it's not possible.

There was a brief mention of immortality. One being a jellyfish that reverts back to infancy as it reaches the end of their lifespan and questioning if it's still the same jellyfish or not. Then compared to humans how we regenerate new cells except the brain and heart.

Roxie finds it romantic, Eva wishes that those also gets replaced with every pass.

Neil's death was either sudden or his condition was kept secret from Eva? Eva mentioned he didn't give her enough time to prepare and Neil didn't know what to do and I think he said he made the machine just so he just doesn't disappear and to leave something behind for her.

*Edit* I completely forgot about Paper Memories. I'm guessing the phone call Eva got from Roxie was that Neil passed away (given how distressed Roxie was in that one panel). It is possible that that portion was in the machine and that Rob and Roxie were aware. That whole portion is basically like this Beach Episode.

Edit2: thinking again, the call could be him in critical condition since in the comic Neil mentions making that garden. Eva not replying to Neil on how he died makes it sound like it was traumatic. She mentioned something about a surgery when talking to Lynri and Quincy and asking how he is when he visits them but not sure if that's involved or just a throwaway line.

Neil lives on with regrets; mostly wishing Eva was his girlfriend and more. Though he isn't real in the game, he still carries the memories he had. He built her "a garden" (comic reference) but she started spending too much time. And she can't fully enjoy it because he continues to keep her at arms length.

Neil locked himself in his room, much like he did in many instances throughout the series and now canonically, all throughout the life Eva and Neil has been together. Thinking he's doing what's best for her when all she wanted is him to be "here'

He regrets those decisions but it's understandable on why he did it. In Impostor Factory, Lynri's condition was hereditary and is in Neil. Seeing Quincy's face of absolute loneliness knowing he's about to lose his wife and eventually his son, it would devastate anyone. Neil making a machine to make it so that Eva would never have to go through that, while admirable, changed nothing. If not, made things worse.

How they close the game was brutal: The world Neil created for Eva to never be alone after he has passed slowly fading away, concluding with Eva being alone, crying, as she turns the machine off.

You couldn't just leave it like this for them. Together alone on the beach.

No. It's just Eva. Alone.

[eidolonsix]

:// 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙱𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰

[ AN ARGENTI × FEM!READER FIC ]

For @favonius-library 2023 Secret Santa gift exchange 🎄💝 Media: Honkai: Star Rail Characters: Reader (she/her; written in third person perspective), Argenti Word count: ~2.6k

Content warnings: Present day AU. Setting is based off the southwestern United States. Angst — this is (the beginning of) a story about grief, but also about love. Argenti and reader are in a pre-established relationship; both of them are the same age, and of majority age (20-21 years old). From the author: Happy holidays Mimi ( @aimixx ) ! It’s your Secret Santa here. Argenti… He is so… (screams into pillow and bites it). I hope you enjoy the story I’ve written for you — this is only chapter one, so there’ll be more to come in the future! Special thanks to @souglias + @verxsyon + @shiinleaf for giving this chapter a read-through and sharing your thoughts! Soundtrack: Heroes – The Midnight (live version) / 失恋ソング沢山聴いて 泣いてばかりの私はもう。(Summertime Render ED2) by Riria. / Way Back Home – Shaun / Meant To Be (Tower of Fantasy OST) – Shymie

:// 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 1: 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰

“y/n… y/n…” 

She stirs to the soothing lilt of her boyfriend's voice, his palm firm on her shoulder as he gently shakes her from her slumber. Her eyes flutter open to the incessant patter of raindrops outside the car window; beyond the rain-marred windshield, she can make out the sight of asphalt stretching into the horizon, flanked on either side by even concrete pavements and vibrant, tidy rows of bungalows. In any other time of year, perhaps this scene might have served as a tableau of prime suburban living, picture-perfect with lush gardens and the laughter of frolicking children; but today, their once vivid hues stood dampened and dulled beneath the descent of a frigid winter downpour. 

The car begins moving again. She sits up in the passenger seat, stretching to alleviate the stiffness in her neck. As the car turns into the driveway and into the shelter of the garage, she shifts her gaze towards her boyfriend. Even against the backdrop of the bleak outdoors, his signature crimson locks don’t lose their blazing lustre, remaining brilliant and bright even when up in a messy ponytail, framing his weary countenance.

He feels her eyes on him, and turns to her. His lips curve into the ever gentle, familiar smile she knows and loves as the car comes to a stop and he cuts the engine.

“We’re here,” he tells her. “Welcome to Roselied.” 

y/n and Argenti first met in their freshman year of university.

Their school ranked among the top in the nation. Admissions were reserved for none other than the cream of the crop; even then, those gruelling demands would prove only the tip of the iceberg for those lucky enough to comprise the student body.

It was with this understanding y/n pushed herself to the extreme late one night in freshman year. It would be the tennis team tryouts the next day, and she was dedicated to not wasting a single minute, perfecting serve and swing against an indomitable opponent: the back wall of the school’s locker rooms. Most of the school’s tennis team had been admitted on sports scholarships; anyone who was to fill in its remaining ranks would have to rise to their impeccable standard: that of those who had honed their form and skill for years, who had made the sport their lifeblood. Failure was not an option.

She would eventually lose track of time, though she cared not for the hours that had passed as much as for the number of hits she had missed, for the growing frequency of flaws in her form as the minutes wore on and fatigue crept up upon her. 

It was about then that Argenti appeared.

She still remembers the first time she saw him: turning around the corner to sharp, sudden glare she had shot him for his intrusion, wide-eyed astonishment mellowed to sympathy as she softened her gaze in apology, realising just how wound up she was in that moment. 

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I heard this weird thumping from back here, so I came to check it out.”

She had merely grunted in reply, and returned to her practice. She could afford no respite — not at this juncture.

Argenti continued to linger, observing her as she practised. He watched as weariness began to take its toll on her, her movements becoming more sluggish, her countenance more frustrated with every move she made. Each motion seemed to prove more laborious than the last. When minutes had passed and he had not left, she paused, intending to lay into him for being a distraction, but before she could speak up, he did:

“Why don’t we play a match together?”

At the incredulous expression on her face, he explained, “I do have some experience from playing back in high school. I might not be as good as you, but still… Practice is practice?”

She cast a glance at the wall before her. He was right — she’d make no proper progress continuing to play against the wall like this. After all, an inanimate entity could never hope to replicate the true circumstances of playing against an actual opponent: the unpredictability of their motions, the intensity of their presence, the dynamism of their being. 

And so they found themselves at opposite ends of the tennis court. Her spare racket in his grasp, Argenti primed himself for her serve. It was a pleasant surprise when he managed to receive it.

Thus continued their back and forth upon the deserted court. As the match went on, she realised he was only a little above the level of an amateur, playing not to defeat his opponent, but simply to be able to return the ball across the net. The rational inclination would have been to dismiss his efforts, to deem the current minutes wasted and better spent on practising by herself; yet she could not deny the pounding of her heartbeat, the thrill of the moment, the swirling sentiments rising from the pits of her stomach: she was having fun.

Another hit of the ball back at him. She noted the movements of his racket as he attempted to return it, the angle of which caused it to soar up, up into the air… He had shouted a hasty apology to her, but her attention was focused solely on the trajectory of the ball. 

As the ball descended into her court, she seized the golden opportunity, leaping into the air and smashing it back into his court. He rushed to receive it, but his unpracticed swing could not match its velocity; he felt the recoil of the ball against his wrist, and, in his momentary struggle to return it to her court, the ball lost its inertia, bounding off his racket to hit the net between them. 

Argenti bowed his head, a chuckle of concession leaving his lips. He raised his head back up to a sight whose memory still takes his breath away: her, smiling for the first time that night, the look in her eyes wishing, wanting, waiting for more.

He could not help the grin that spread across his face. Their eyes met, and in the gaze held between them, an unspoken understanding: gratitude met with encouragement, a newfound relief, and mutual admiration; the precedent of a sentiment beyond the banality of reason, of sparks beginning to fly.

He was the first to break the silence. “It’s late,” he told her. “We should be heading back. You’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow… You need the rest.

“You’re going to do great. I promise.”

And taking his advice would prove to be something she would later be grateful for — the following day, as she waited her turn on the bench beside the court, nerves ate away at her, allowing her no mental respite. As waves of anxiety overtook her mind, she wondered just how much more worn out she would be had she not heeded his words. 

“y/n,” the team manager announced her name, indicating the beginning of her turn in the tryouts. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the court. 

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she’d noticed the movement of a familiar, striking hue across the bleachers. She turned to see who it was, and there, in the top row, sat the face from last night: Argenti, casting her an encouraging smile, and giving her a thumbs up. 

She felt a surge of adrenaline through her veins. Tossing the ball in the air, she launched a powerful serve against her opponent… 

And the rest was history.  

Individual efforts, fates aligned — such was the impression left upon others of the romance between the rising star of the school’s tennis team and the gallant prince of the law faculty. The whispers, cheers and jeers alike dubbed the both of them campus royalty; and for all it’s worth, she knew it a title well-deserved on her part: the reward of consistent diligence and discipline factored into every facet of her life, from her consistently stellar academic performance to becoming the youngest member to represent the school in tennis competitions, and even in her everyday appearance and social engagements. 

Yet, when met with these comments, Argenti’s eyes always seemed to take on a certain sadness. It never lasts longer than an instant — a fleeting shadow, a trick of the light — but she had seen it enough times to know it was there. She had brought it up once, early on in their relationship, but he had been surprised at this observation, totally unaware of its occurrence and later dismissing it as a result of fatigue. It was thus that she surmised that perhaps it was an unconscious idiosyncrasy of his; and if there was really more to it, she trusted he would confide in her in time. 

When he first invited her to spend the year-end holidays with him at his hometown, the memory of that look in his eyes came back to her. She wondered if visiting the place where he grew up would bring her the answers she secretly desired. 

And now, as they pulled up to his childhood home amidst the merciless rain, she watched as the same melancholy bloomed in his eyes, more vivid, more forlorn than ever before. 

“Make yourself at home,” Argenti pushes open the door, stepping aside to allow y/n into the guest bedroom. “I hope you can forgive that we’ll be staying in different rooms.”

The room exudes a humble elegance: a high, queen-sized mattress with patterned bedsheets sat upon a frame of lacquered rosewood, complemented on either side by a wardrobe and bedside table of similar makes. Cream-coloured drapes hung before each of the windows, and, on an adjacent wall, a door leading into the attached bathroom, pristine, bright and replete with toiletries. 

y/n accepts the handle of her suitcase from Argenti and pulls it into the room. “It’s no problem at all,” she replies. “It’s your parents’ place after all. I totally understand, mine are the same way.”

She walks over to the wardrobe, setting down the last of her luggage in front of it, and turns to face him. He’s leaning against the door frame, smiling at her. He extends his arm, and takes her hand in his. “Want to see my room?” he asks.

She squeezes his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. The corners of her lips twitch upwards into a smile. “Of course.”

He grins, leading her down the hallway. The door just by the bannister of the staircase is painted the same cream white as others like it in the household, leave for the fact that its two panels were coloured in with wide, dry strokes of paint, a larger red panel atop a smaller one in gold. On the doorknob hung a wooden door hanger carved and painted to resemble a wilting rose, the letters of his name affixed to its faded silver stalk. 

He unlatches the door to his bedroom. Turning to face her, he takes both her hands in his as he walks backwards, pulling her into the space with him. 

Argenti’s bedroom is a museum of memory; the material of his very soul made manifest. The ivory-hued walls that surround them are adorned with posters of movies y/n recognized as his favourites, prints of famous paintings, a triangular flag bearing the colours and acronym of their university, as well as polaroids of himself with individuals around his age whom she did not recognize. Behind her, a hand-painted mural of roses blooming amidst vines bordered his room door on the inside.

Facing the doorway, an expansive stretch of windows occupied the widest wall in the room, framed by red curtains. Before the windows stood a vintage study desk, its surface faintly scratched and stained, with rows of drawers built into both sides of it and a swivel chair neatly tucked into the space between. On either side of his desk stood a wardrobe and a bookcase, while his bed sat in a corner away from the windows, neatly made: two pillows had been stacked at its head, while a row of worn, well-loved plush toys stood lined against the adjacent wall, while a quilt of exuberant hues lay folded at its foot.

Argenti steps towards his bed, unfolding the quilt into a larger rectangle. He sits down upon it, meeting y/n’s gaze and patting the space next to him. 

No sooner had she settled down next to him did the older, feminine voice of his mother rise from downstairs. “Argenti!” she calls. He sighs, casting an apologetic glance at y/n.

“I'm sorry,” he explains, rising from the bed. “We arrived earlier than anticipated, and my mom— Well, she was really excited to meet you. She doesn't want to keep you waiting for dinner.” 

y/n shakes her head. “It’s alright,” she replies, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He shakes his head. “My mom wants to keep it a surprise.”

“Argenti!” yells his mother again. He rushes toward the staircase.  

“Leave the door open,” he calls after her. “Just look around at whatever you’d like! I’ll be right back up!”

As he descends the stairs to heed his mother’s call, y/n wanders the room on her lonesome, looking around at the myriad trinkets and items scattered about the room. Her eyes fall on his bookcase.

In the otherwise well-kept room, Argenti’s bookcase posed a region of chaos: books of varying subjects and genres lay upon its shelves in haphazard arrangements, employing no apparent system of organisation leave for that exclusive to the mind of its owner. Her eyes scan past rows of tattered exam guides with frayed spines, yellowed literary classics, thick biographies, glossy-covered fantasy and romance novels, before eventually arriving at the top shelf: the most organised level, chock full of yearbooks and photo albums, each labelled with their respective years.

Her face lights up with an impish curiosity. She perches on her tiptoes, stretching her utmost as she reaches towards the yearbook labelled ‘Roselied High School: Class of 2021’. As her fingertips graze the top of the yearbook, she trips over herself, losing her balance and tugging the yearbook down to the floor with her in a storm of dust and grime. 

The resounding thud sends Argenti into a panic. “y/n!” he cries, racing up the stairs from the kitchen, his hand still clad in an oven mitt. 

He breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of her unscathed, seated on his room floor. Yet, instead of turning to him or scrambling to help tidy the disarray surrounding her, she continued to face away from him, her interest piqued by an unknown object. 

He steps closer to see what she had found.

She holds a stack of photographs in her hands. She takes her time examining each of them, placing one behind the other one at a time. He notices the rest of the paraphernalia in front of her: a bundle of handwritten letters, bound with twine; a dried rose, each of its once white petals tinted with different hues of the rainbow; a spiral-bound notebook full to bursting newspaper clippings and post-it notes; a compact disc, its iridescent surface visible through its yellowed plastic casing; and two sheets of yellowed paper held together by a rusted staple, all neatly placed into the open wooden box he’d hidden at the very top of his bookcase, resting above all his photo albums and yearbooks.

“Argenti.” She senses his presence behind her, but does not turn to face him.

“Who is Idrila?”

[voluptuarian]

what I wouldn't give for access to the missing tracks from the 93 Secret Garden ost

[joshiji-darlingyuyuno]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 - 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

synopsis: suin's character 'min yeoreom''s role and storyline in: Guardian: The lonely and great god

⚝ kwon suin as 'min yeoreom'

⚝ doh kyungsoo as 'lee juyeol'

ost sang by suin:

"i will go to you like the first" - kwon suin ost 2021

storyline:

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ min yeoreom is the reincarnation of wang yeo's and kim sun's daugther (and the goblin's/kim shin's niece)

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ however, unlike kim sun/sunny, or wang yeo, yeoreom does remember her past life as their daughter/princess

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ she retained all her memories

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ so she recognized her parents and uncle, but she was paranoid about what would happen if she said anything, and knowing they don't remember her, she chose to keep quiet

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ however, since kim shin does remember his past, he soon realised who she was

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ kim shin expressed joy in finally being able to see his niece grown up as he died when she was only a child

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he only found our her identity when she accidently called him a nickname she used to called him as a baby, 'shincheon' (a combination of samcheon/uncle and shin) as she couldnt properly pronounce uncle

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ but yeoreom was happy to see her parents, especially her father happy as he had yet to remember his past, eventhough deep down she still felt some resentment towards him for what he did to her

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ yeoreom was only one when her mother and uncle died at the order of her father

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ after her mothers death and as she grew up, her father wang yeo practically ignored her existence as he was too pained to be remined of her mother everytime he saw her

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ lee juyeol was born in a high-class family but fought to be a general in the military, as his family was full of scholars

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he worked alongside kim shin, shin was juyeol's mentor

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ and because of his status, he was arranged and bethrothed to yeoreom since they were newborns

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ and so they grew up as childhood friends who knew that one day theyd marry each other

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ they quickly grew fond of each other, and that fondness grew to love

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ but, wangyeo forbaded yeoreom to leave the palace, so they would find ways to meet in secret

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ finding peace and an escape from the world, in each other's presence under the moonlight, as their young love grew, they anticipated for the day they'd wed

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ however, what they didn't know was wangyeo's rage and envy was brewing when he stubbled on their secret meeting, and upon seeing his daughter who resembled his late wife, smiling at juyeol, his blood boiled, his ever-growing daughter never smiled at him, sure he ignored her but she had never once smiled at him like that, that enraged him, and right then and there wang yeo promised he would kill them both, why? who knows, wang yeo's rage did unfathomable things

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ so he waited, he waited for their next meeting under the moonlight, he would only then confront them

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ then that day came, yeoreom and juyeol, innocent young lovers were strolling in the royal garden when they reached the bridge, yeoreom pulled juyeol to it, wanting to see the moon's light reflection on the water

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ once they reached the bridge, after a moment of admiring yeoreom soft features as she gazed at the rippling water, juyeol pulled out a small pouch, telling her to open it, it revealed a small hair pin

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he told her the hairpin was a promise, a promise of his love and their future

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ however, as he was holding the hairpin, about to place it into her hair per her request, they were interrupted

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ wangyeo openedly threatened juyeol, hollering curses at him in a fit of rage and envy, juyeol pulled yeoreom behind him, shielding her from wangyeo's drawn sword

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ but then, yeoreom stepped forward, finally confronting her father

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ she condemned him. for all his actions. for killing her mother. for neglecting her. even if he tried to pretend it didnt happen, she remembered. finally confronting him with the fact she never considered him as her father and that her mother would never forgive him.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ this made wangyeo lose it.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he swang his sword, aiming for yeoreom.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ but juyeol spun them around, hugging yeoreom close, as he felt the sword plunge through him, but what he only realised after as he looked in yeoreom's eyes was that the sword had plunge through her heart too

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ wangyeo's sword had penetrated through both of them as they embraced each others dying body

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ they died in holding each other, taking their last breath together, joined by a single sword, her father's, they died whispering promises to meet in another life, somewhere they can finally be together and see the moonlight once more

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ only when wangyeo let go of his sword as the two fell to the ground, did he slowly realize what he'd done

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he killed his wife, now he killed his daughter and her lover, the only person she had ever smiled for, wang yeo fell to his knees infront of his daughter, and weeped until the guards found him the next morning, struggling to pull him away from her body as he wouldn't loosen his grip on her hand, which wore a small delicate ring. a ring he had made for her when she was a baby.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he had a ring made for her along with a matching hairpin for his late wife, how could he ever let go of them now? soon, he passed due to his overwhelming grief.

current timeline:

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ she still remembers Juyeol, but he lost the memories of his past life.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ they met again when yeoreom was attacked at night after a late shift, when juyeol heard her and saved her.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a direct parallel to their first meeting in the past. where juyeol saved her with his sword that he was gifted from kim shin, when they were still young.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ yeoreom recognised him immediately, and turns out, juyeol was a police captain this life, yeoreom began to tear up and went to touch her hairpin

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the one that he gifted her back then, which she still wore

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ in the police station, as juyeol filled out the papers for the formal police report for yeoreom, he couldnt help but notice her longing gaze, he then picked up the courage to ask her why she was staring at him like that

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ startled by his direct question, after avoiding his gaze, afraid to meet his eyes after all this time, she finally looked up to meet his piercing gaze that were already on hers

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ she daintly answered him, "you remind me of my late fiancé"

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ reliving all the memories she had, but also looking in his eyes to see if he recognised her, pain in her eyes as she looked into his, he felt some sort of familiarity, he felt like his heart was burning.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he felt a surged of pain, love, longing, yearning, relief, and a sense of similarity as he looked in her eyes. confused he brushed it off.

๋࣭𐙚˙⋆.˚

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ juyeol cried in her arms saying how he’s having a hard time because she reminds him of someone, but he doesn’t know who. he doesn't understand why it makes him so happy yet so sad to be around her

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ telling her of someone he meets in his dreams. he describes his dreams, these dreams being his memories replaying, as if taunting him

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ she’s shedding tears as well, as she pats his back, and caressing his hair trying to comfort him even though she's restraining herself from telling him the truth, telling him about their past lives, telling him of their past love, but even if she tells him, that wouldn't mean anything, reminding herself that, he isnt the same juyeol, this is his reincarnation, even if it hurts to see their same mannerisms and how similar they are. this isn't the same person. he doesn't remember.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ when she fell asleep after drinking, she drunkingly called juyeol, who brought her back to his aparment

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he caressed her hair and face, not understanding how he can feel such fondness towards someone he doesn’t love.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ he covered her with a blanket and placed medicine on the bedside, letting her take his bed as he took the couch.

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ and then he noticed her hairpin, a sudden erge to touch it came to him, a gut feeling yelling at him to touch it, he gave in to this instinct, and when he did, the floodgates of his suppressed memories came flooding back in

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ memories from the beginning, all the way to their deaths, he started crying, sobbing, as he felt his heart aching from the memories he began reliving

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the last memory he saw was her in his arms as they slowly passed away, taking their last breath together, whispering promises of seeing the moonlight together one more time

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ when he retratched his hand from the hairpin, his breathing heavy, the tension he felt in his heart softened as his gaze fell on her delicate sleeping face, juyeol's gaze avered down to see that she had grabbed his hand in her sleep

┈─๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a soft smile crept onto her face, before breathlessly whispering his name, he could only analyze her soft features as she slept, caressing her face, sighing as he felt the familiar touch of his fingertips against her soft cheek, “Why didn’t you tell me…?”

oof that was depressing, but dw they had a happy ending. but yes this is the storyline suin and kyungsoo played in goblin, ㅠㅠ

anyways i hoped yall enjoyed this short storyline for goblin!and hoped yall like the photos!!

please check out the masterlist and if yall want to be tagged in future works, comment and ill tag yall!! happy reading <3

comment for requests!

kwon suin masterlist

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober 2024 Masterlist

Read it all in one place on Ao3!

(Links to individual days below the cut)

Day 1-- Favorite Character/Hourglass Unknown brings an hourglass to the RFA party. (1k words)

Day 2-- Domestic Life/Sweater Weather You visit Saeran in the garden (708 words)

Day 3-- Ending/Prologue Ray takes you back to Magenta after the prologue (797 words) Content warning: stalking

Day 4-- Pirate/4th Wall Unknown breaks the fourth wall (928 words)

Day 5-- Date Night An evening in with SE Saeran (791 words)

Day 6-- Skull/Possession You’re a demon. You try to possess Suit Saeran and get more than you bargained for (931 words)

Day 7-- Chatroom/Bomb You share some concerns about the special security system with Seven and Jaehee (648 words) 

Day 8-- Painting Unknown catches you painting in the intelligence room (722 words)

Day 9-- Fate/Lie You and Ray have a conversation about boundaries and fate (963 words) Content warnings: referenced abuse

Day 10-- Robot Unknown attempts to make a robot (932 words).

Day 11-- Doll/Heart Saeyoung teaches you and Saeran how to make dolls (771 words).

Day 12-- Saddest Moment SE Saeran stares up at the ceiling (936 words).

Day 13-- Secret Ray route, day 9, 1:29am (957 words).

Day 14-- OST You can hear the OST playing during a confrontation with Unknown (691 words).  Content warnings: manipulation, guns

Day 15-- Empty/Hurt You try to comfort Suit Saeran (780 words).

Day 16-- Theater You and Saeran discuss Zekyll and White before watching Zen’s performance (866 words).

Day 17-- Vampire/Elixir Vampire Ray gives you a special elixir (1.2k words).  Content warning: blood, blood drinking, manipulation

Day 18-- Antagonist/DLC Unknown comes to rescue you following Jumin’s BSE2 (832 words).

Day 19-- Healing SE Saeran reflects on his healing journey on a visit to your favorite museum (788 words).

Day 20-- Best CG You come home to find Saeran in the maid dress again (723 words). Content warning: slightly suggestive (just in case)

Day 21-- Video Games You have a lot of questions about Ray’s work as a game developer (915 words). 

Day 22-- Moon/Sun You try to get Ray and Saeran to take care of themselves (926 words). 

Day 23-- Saeran/Ray x MC/Ice Cream Saeran shares his ice cream flavor preferences with you (815 words). 

Day 24-- Love/Hacked Ray really had no choice but to hack into your thoughts… right? (825 words)  Content warning: manipulation 

Day 25-- Tea Party Unknown hosts a little tea party (1.2k words). Content warning: manipulation 

Day 26-- AU Mint Eye is obviously a vampire cult (960 words). Content warning: death mention

Day 27-- Haunted House Saeran comes with you to a haunted house (1k words).

Day 28-- Elegance You can’t understand why Saeran insists on playing dress-up with you (950 words). 

Day 29-- Fairy Tale You and Saeran get married (1.2k words).  Set after Glow-in-the-Dark.

Day 30-- Role Swap Ray would love to spend his life with you, if only you weren’t fictional (732 words).

Day 31-- Halloween Suit Saeran decides to participate in a Halloween tradition (776 words). 

[miramizar]

Thank you so much for tagging me @cinnamaelfwon! It's definitely been a while since I did one of these ♡♡♡

1. Last Song: Towards the light (The Apothecary Diaries OST) 🎶

2. Favorite Color: ...This is hard because I love so many colours, but if I have to pick just one... I guess I do have a soft spot for purple 💜

3. Last Film/Last Show: Last film: Shape of water, Last show: Little house on the prairie - I grew up watching episodes from all over the place, and now me and my family are slowly going through it from beginning to end (we're on season 6 now!) ✨

4. Sweet or Savory or Spicy: Sweet OR savoury, depending on the mood~

5. Last Thing I Googled: The premiere date of "A quiet place: Day one" (I'm so excited about it and I hope it shows at cinemas over here as well!!) (>o<)💗

6. Relationship Status: Single ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Current Obsession: Plave, The secret garden (the book & the movie from 1993), latin, NCT Dream, filling in/colouring details in my calendar 💛

💖 ~I'd like to tag @guardians-of-exo @your-sophie18 @cottonhyun @flaredpantsagenda @soft-jihoonie @kimjunnoodle @yeolchendae @youngk-hun @briepark @mel-loves-all @songwoongmink @thedeviousdo @sarangkstars @atinyfantasytothemoon and anyone who feels like doing this~ 💖

(⭐︎ but of course you don't have to do it if you don't want to ⭐︎)

[seoul-bros]

OSTs that perfectly represent the Kdrama

Through the Darkness (2022) I recently finished watching Through the Darkness a kdrama about the first criminal profiler in South Korea Kwon Il Yong. It was a slow burn of a show and I imagine that if you are from South Korea it would really hit hard. Kim Nam Gil takes the lead role as the empathetic and intuitive Kwon II Yong.

Lullaby by The Nerd Connection provided the perfect accompaniment to the painstaking and painful mind hunter work of the main characters. The guitar provides a clear sense of time moving relentlessly forward, appropriate for a series which spans the years from the establishment to the acceptance and consolidation of unit as a key part of the institutional structure of the South Korean police force.

Strangers from Hell (2019) Creepy and utterly addictive, Strangers from Hell stares into the abyss and the abyss swallows us whole. I've written about the Hannibal parallels in the relationship between the two lead characters before but, just to reiterate, the sizzling chemistry between Yim Siwan and Lee Dong Wook is difficult to turn away from even in the most tense and gory moments.

The Rose's Strangers is a taut, grinding rock song which perfectly embodies the claustrophobic feel of the show. The backing vocals whispered behind the agonized voice of the lead singer communicate the persistence of the devil to influence while the lyrics emphasize the sensation of being trapped, slowly asphyxiated and wholly corrupted by evil.

Our Blues (2022) Our Blues wasn't everybody's cup of tea but, this drama, highlighting the struggles and small triumphs of different members of a close knit fishing community on Jeju Island kept me hooked until the end. It, along with Secret Garden, Something in the Rain, Run On, and The Island, are the reason that Jeju will definitely be part of the itinerary for my dream trip to South Korea.

With You sung by Jimin and Ha Sung Woon will forever be associated with Min Seon A's emotional journey. She loves her child deeply but cannot care for him because she is literally drowning in her sorrows. Her journey to self acceptance, recovery and healing, aided by Lee Byung Hun's character Lee Dong Seok, is determined and poignant and is perfectly reflected in the lyrics of the song, "I promise I'll never leave your love. My heart is beating 'cause of you"

Post Date: 16/06/2023

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Dumb question"

A little one-shot where Julian thought he connected the dots, but he didn't connect crap. With Farmer Miranda! @amishasp

Got inspired by this art and comment about Miranda and Isaac. Also this OST will definitely play when Julian being dummy with his questions 😆

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For some, autumn is not a very desirable season, as it brings dampness, rain and melancholy and sadness about the past warm summer days. Others welcome the cooler weather with open arms, rejoice in the nature that has painted the trees in all shades of red, orange and gold, enjoy warming drinks and show off their stylish seasonal outfits.

For farmers, autumn always means hard work and a bountiful harvest.

Miranda and Julian wasted no time picking apples from the trees they had planted a year ago in the small dugout that used to serve Pelican Town residents as a community garden. Lewis offered both farmers a small plot of land with the hope that they would transform the overgrown, unattractive dugout into something that would at least not be an eyesore. Miranda had suggested to her friend that they plant some apple trees, so that they could pick sweet fruit all autumn long. The blond boy had agreed at immediately - apples were his favourite fruit. Miranda had slightly different plans for the apples...

The juicy, ruby-red, sweet fruit fell from the branches as soon as the two farmers started shaking the trees. After putting all the apples in the large baskets, Miranda took one of them, washed the dirt in a barrel of water nearby, and with a knife cut off one part of the apple, dividing it into two small pieces. She held one out to Julian, to which he gratefully put the apple in his mouth immediately, chewing slowly.

"Mmmmm... Sweet as honey. Great harvest," Julian said happily, wiping the apple juice from his lips.

"June's sure to love it..." Miranda realised she'd said it out loud, and at Julian's questioning look, pointed the knife she'd just used to cut the apple in his direction. "You heard nothing." Julian smiled slyly, and showed with a gesture of his hand a "zipping" on his lips, promising that he would take that secret to his grave.

The two farmers, with baskets full of apples, strolled towards home, sharing along the way who would do what they would do next with the large crop of sweet autumn fruits.

"I only recently sold a lot of pumpkins, so I'm thinking of keeping the apples for myself. Jam, cider, pies, that sort of thing," Julian retorted, already tasting homemade apple & cinnamon pie.

"I'll sell most of it after all. Only keep some fruits for... my own use," Miranda blushed a little, and a plan was already in her head about a "chance" meeting with a pianist who really liked apples...

They didn't immediately notice Isaac and Lance, the adventurers from Castle Village, walk past them, not far from the Saloon. The pink-haired man greeted the two colleagues with a polite nod, when all Julian and Miranda heard from the adventurer with the scar was a short snort. The girl turned around and wanted to shout something not too polite to Isaac, only Julian stoped her, explaining that it wasn't worth it.

"I didn't think that prick would annoy me any more than Mr. 'I'll come to your place at the earliest possible hour and bang on the door'. Who the heck does Isaac think he is," the girl flicked her long curls off her shoulder a little irritably. She was itching to point the middle finger at the adventurers.

"Trust me, he's like that to everyone," Julian said, then added: "Heh, you two look alike in some ways, by the way. Both a little explosive and impatient."

Miranda laughed.

"Bullshit." With her free hand, she took an apple from her basket and began eating it. Julian understood the sign, and the two farmers continued on their way in silence.

The thought, however, did not leave the young man. Isaac and Miranda had very similar looks, and from the 'stink eye' Miranda and Isaac gave Lance...

"Say, do you happen to have any relatives from Castle Village?"

Miranda tossed the apple stump into the nearest trash bin, then gave Julian a small but painful flick on the nose to stop her friend from asking stupid questions.

"Don't be ridiculous," Miranda said, quickening her step slightly as Julian stood rubbing his poor nose. He grabbed his basket and ran after his friend, trying not to get left behind.

[silkjade]

JADE! do you have any wedding dress visions for you and your faves?? ૮꒰⸝⸝>  ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა💕

OF COURSEEEE I DO !!!!! omg tysm gray for asking cus this was in my head for the longest time ‘n i didn’t know how to share HAHAH anyways wheeeee jadetham wedding ૮꒰ྀི •̀⩊•́ ꒱ྀིა !

to preface: we do have a wedding planned but i get stressed out wanting it to be perfect, so we randomly decide to elope and take the pressure off before going thru with the actual wedding a couple months later ! t’was a very “i wish i didn’t have to deal with this” followed by a “so don’t. marry me right now.” vry rushed n spontaneous (and i am the least spontaneous person i know mind you so ! i must ! luv him vry much !) so only our closest friends help set things up n since my real dress has yet to arrive from fontaine, nilou and dehya help me get ready ^^ and the dress is probably just a costume borrowed from zubayr theatre troupe, but the final look is very secret garden wedding, such is that i really wanted it to have the vibes of romeo/juliet , rhaegar/lyanna elopement weddings ♡

&& the “actual” wedding takes place in the sanctuary of surasthana, and the atmosphere is meant to be crystalline n misty like morning dewdrops — so ethereal, that it is a bit haunting ! so the dress must be flow-y + ghostly n i luv the sharp corset top it reminds me of some of the sumeru designs hehe aaaa like just thinking about appearing around the corner n walking down the aisle to the sanctuary’s ost makes me so (𖦹﹏𖦹;) ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

(dresses are from kim kassas s2023 & galia lahav s2020)

[theyetee]

Spring has sprung and so has the latest refresh from our official Stardew Valley collection! Put on your overalls and gardening gloves to check out the full drop, including:

the Junimo spring hat

Skulldew Valley available as a tank top

The Magic of Spring acrylic Secret Stage standee

Stardew Valley OST on Spring Daffodil yellow shell, featuring 36 hand-picked tracks from ConcernedApe

Check out the full collection today, only in the Yeteemart!