#snu is so sad

[snuey-o]

Writing my own Wind fics because I’ve read every fic under the Wind Tag is another type of pain—I haven’t written a fic in over four years please save me from myself.

[witchofthesouls]

Hello, I don't usually ask questions on social networks, but I wanted to know what you think of a story where our human friend suffers an accident aboard the lost light in the Brainstrom laboratory and now the bots are able to see his thoughts. Bonus points if it's weird stuff (most of our minds are very weird), (sorry if something is poorly translated, I'm writing this with the translator) ^^)

One, I absolutely adore this concept.

Two, did you know there are people that think in pictures rather than use an internal voice?

And to top it off, people go around referencing pop culture, iconic scenes, memes, and their favorite media as well as the weird, intrusive thoughts and extreme, nonsensical daydreams...

I like to think there would be a media war between the Cybertronians that never went to Earth and only know beloved cartoons and shows and memes from the weird reenactment from the resident human's mind but with the Lost Light crew getting morphed into it versus the Cybertronians that actually had direct experience and personally downloaded those shows and movies.

As the "I Ship It" song goes, canon ground versus crack ship space.

Does anyone else remember those Naruto animation videos where the Akatsuki are drawn drunk or doing hilarious dances? The human looked up the Decepticon Justice Division, cross referenced on what they do, and immediately thought of a full sequence of the D.J.D. doing the Gang Torture Dance from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

The human thinks of sequences, including but not limited to:

Ultra Magnus as Steve Harvey from Family Feud with Rodimus with the "Nekkid Grandma!" bit

Rodimus doing "Goofy Goober Rock" because Roddy would love to be suspended in the air and dressed in wizard swag with a killer rip on a peanut-themed guitar. Drift has the legs to fulfill Patrick's fishnet-and-heels dance.

Megatron and Ratchet in The Office because he would stare deep into the camera at whatever new trouble has plagued the ship

Getaway and Rodimus doing the "Tony and Ezekiel" bit

So many fire-related memes: Elmo and the "This is fine." Dog.

The overlap of Rodimus in Gurren Lagen and Bang Brave Bang Bravern

The continuously weirder and weirder thoughts on how Cybertronian strip club would look like based on Futurama, Cyberpunk, and Night runner's Magnum Bullets. "Snu-snu" bit included. It's both highly ridiculous, strangely erotic, and absolutely terrifying at the same time to the Lost Light crew.

Whenever a mech does something stupid, the human immediately reimagines the mech in Wheel of Fortune fails, or a shoving potatoes in the exhaust

Nightbeat in a noir setting or as Sherlock Holmes

Rung is "Mister Cellophane" from Chicago

Assigned character theme songs

The last bullet causes so much drama because mechs want to have really cool or badass themes, but no! The human assigns them sex or porn songs like "Life is a Highway" and "Shut Up and Drive" and "Two Trucks," or something silly like "Barbie Girl" or the opening theme to Mega XLR or the sad song on the world's smallest violin to the poor bastard that gets stuck with the engex bill at the end of the night.

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: Dino x fem!reader

Requested: no

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning(s): cheating, angst, sadness, mentions of pregnancy (do inform me if there's more)

Summary: You were the light guiding Chan for the most of his life. now that you are not there anymore, he cant help but feel your absence as he reminisces his past and all those times you were there to ground him no matter what.

Word count: 6k

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

special thanks to @spamgyu for helping me out 😭

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Chan's life was determined before he had a chance to consider it. His family wasn't well-off. They struggled from early on to get food on their plates. He knew from when he was a child that he had to support his siblings because his parents refused to do so.

So that’s exactly what he did. He got into SNU with a full scholarship, secured a good job, and built a stable life with six figures coming in annually to his bank account, providing enough money to support his siblings’ dreams.

But what did it all get him?

Nothing!

He sacrificed his teens and his twenties because his father felt the need to be a raging alcoholic, and now he stands in the middle of Gangnam in his beautiful flat with its polished floors. But he lacks the most important thing in life: happiness.

To be truthful, he lacks a lot of things, but happiness takes the cake. If someone asks him, he lacks friends too. But our dearest Boo Seungkwan would like to disagree about that. In Chan’s defense, friends are absolutely not equal to friend (just a difference of ‘s’, as our dear ‘Kwanie’ said. Plus, his multiple personalities make up for the said lack of ’s’, which further raises the question as to why the man does not go for a checkup, as it seems he has self-diagnosed DID. We shall never know).

Chan is happy about his brothers doing what they like, though. It’s not that hard to not be happy when he literally raised them. Sacrifices need to be made, he has realized; some just make more than others, and there is nothing one can do about that. He accepts that he is indeed grateful for the friend he has made, the one who has stayed with him and accepted him as he is.

Now, it may sound sappy, and Chan swears he will never tell this to Seungkwan, but he has indeed helped him through the thick and thin of life. All those late-night drinking sessions and ugly crying have brought him to this stage in life where he thinks of the boy as more of a family than anyone else. He helped him when Chan’s life was falling apart, and he also was there to scold him back to the right track when no one believed in him, not even himself.

Although he lacks happiness, he is fine with that (he at least has Boo Seungkwan). He can live with being sad; he already has!

This is where you came in, the reason for Chan’s genuine smiles, from back in college to five years ago. It was a pretty serious relationship that you both had. Chan loved you. He had plans of making you his wife. For God’s sake, he was in a relationship with you for almost ten years! But somewhere along the way, he messed up. He became the exact thing he had hated all his life.

He became a person like his father.

You, being the nice kind, tried your best to stop him from spiraling down the rabbit hole of bad habits. But alas, it takes two to tango, and if he didn’t want to be better, no one, not even God himself, could do it for him.

It took losing you to realize how messed up his life had become.

--

“Chan, I’m heading out. Dinner’s in the fridge—please actually eat it this time. We don’t need two meal skippers in this household,” you quipped, watching as Chan chuckled and gave you a quick giggle inducing peck before returned his attention to the document he’d been typing for the past hour.

“Sure thing, Your Majesty. Your command shall be dutifully followed!” he exclaimed with a mock salute, drawing out another laugh from you. With a playful ruffle of his hair and another peck on his cheek, you left the apartment to begin your night shift at the hospital.

Chan, unlike you, has just started his new job after completing his MBA. It’s been tough, but he’s persevered, and soon enough, you both will be able to enjoy the luxuries he could only dream of growing up.

Your fifth anniversary is approaching faster than ever, and now Chan finally has the means to fulfill your dream of a trip to Europe. The pressure of this new job is more than the last one, but getting those tickets would be a walk in the park now.

Quickly finishing his document and mailing it to the head of the department, he immediately goes to check those flight ticket prices and hotel prices. He releases a happy sigh the minute he realizes that it’s exactly what he had expected the prices to be. So, without wasting a single moment, he buys those tickets. He knew this gift would make you happier than ever.

The next month, you had been notified about the expensive purchase only because you had to get a leave from your job, and you obviously can’t disappear for two weeks unannounced. He, in reality, had no plans to inform you about anything, but he couldn’t interfere with your job either.

But at the end it was worth it, the look on your face the minute you were informed about the trip. Oh, if only Chan could frame it and keep it away from the world, only if he could keep you near him and never let you go. But he didn’t think of that then. No, he was happy he had told you earlier.

The happiness radiating off you as you kept going on and on about the clothes you needed to buy, all the foods you were going to try once there. It was what helped him keep going throughout the day, even though the work became tiring with every passing minute.

If only he could have stopped time and lived in that moment forever.

—

One thing he never realized is how demanding his job would be once he got into a higher position. The calls kept him up at night; they came at the most ungodly of times, and Chan was expected to pick them up, because he always did.

You never complained; it was fine by you. If anyone understood him, it was you. Both of you had highly demanding jobs, and nothing could beat the expectations your colleagues had on you both.

But what he had not counted on was those calls interrupting your trip. During the entirety of your anniversary, he was glued to that phone of his, never once able to leave it. It was one problem at the office or the other.

Again, you kept your mouth shut, enjoying your own company as your boyfriend busied himself with work in the hotel room.

That was the last trip you both had gone on. You figured that it was too much to ask from someone who had so much work to do. But still, you understood his hunger to do better in life. You understood that someone had to compromise in the relationship and wholeheartedly accepted that it had to be you.

Coming to think of it, it was not supposed to be like this. Never! Both of you were supposed to communicate and figure out what your relationship was supposed to mean. But somewhere along the line, it just became regular sex and nothing else. When you talked about this with your friends, all of them had the same reaction.

‘Leave him!’ they had told you, ‘he wouldn’t change, he prefers his job more than you.’

It was a regular thing now. But you were scared. All the years you had invested in the relationship, you never wanted it to become what it had. You had held out hope that one day Chan would notice you. He would realize he had a girlfriend who also needs his attention as much as his job.

It didn’t take too long for those dreams to come true, though.

—

One night, you sat down with the man, asking him about the changes in his life. You begged him to look your way beyond the times he made love to you. It was an intense conversation, filled with words that neither of you actually meant, but hurt you both equally.

That night brought you both another few years, or that’s what you think. It became better, both your lives and the relationship. You both would talk more, spend time with each other, laugh with each other, and go about your days with lovesick smiles on your faces. Although none of your jobs became less hectic, it still was as painstaking as ever, but the scenery in your shared home was peaceful. It was both of your comfort zones.

What neither of you realized, this peace that you both had brought back into your lives, was fickle. In order to keep it like that, both of you had to put in some effort.

—

It slowly became visible to both of you how much more effort this relation of yours needed. Both of you saw the way your paradise was crumbling down bit by bit. Nights became lonely for you. Chan, being the perfectionist he is, would be stuck up in his office until the rays of sun hit the glass windows, reminding him of the fact that he indeed had stayed the night in his office. The hectic job took everything away from him. It stripped him of his identity, and slowly it was also stripping his happiness and sanity away. It was like the darker times had hit both of you again.

It was then that he suddenly passed out on the streets due to extreme fatigue and was brought immediately into the nearest hospital, which was the one you worked at. Lo and behold, you were the nurse on emergency room duty that day. This was the first time you saw the love of your life in that state; you saw what this new job had done to him. How it had taken this happy and healthy person you knew and turned him into this sick, unhappy, and overworked person. Your helplessness mocked you in your face. At night, you stayed by his side after the doctors had given their verdict about him being too overworked. You took care of him like never before, making sure to make him take an ample amount of rest.

Sadly, the industry is ruthless. As soon as the employers became aware that their once highly valuable employee’s usefulness had diminished, they ultimately opted to terminate him. Although Chan claims there were some more internal politics involved in this sacking, there was no way he could have evaded it.

Both of you soon realized it was the best thing that could have happened to him. While being the worst experience he could ever go through in his corporate career.

You stayed by his side through every hurdle though. You never once let him feel the need to be more than what he already was. But life was giving both of you a hard time.

It took Chan another month to get a new job. But only this time, it was a better, more important position in a better company. This is when life took off for both of you again. With Chan back on track, equipped with the newfound knowledge of not working more than necessary, he was on a roll. Almost unstoppable.

This change also affected your relationship, but positively this time. Chan and you would go on constant dates and enjoy each other’s company way more than ever.

—

It was nearing your seventh anniversary. Both of you had talked about getting married and starting a family enough times for him to know this was the perfect time for him to propose.

So, on the day of your seventh anniversary, he had planned to take you to this fancy Italian place. He claimed that you deserved only the best. No one could ever argue with him about that. You, along with Seungkwan, had been by his side for so long that he had forgotten the time when he didn’t have you both. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would change that fact. With that it brought him to the most important question of that year.

“But what ring do I buy her?” the stressed boy asked his best friend.

“Wow, I wasn’t informed about the fact that y/n suddenly had become my girlfriend!” Seungkwan exclaimed sassily.

“Dude, you can calm down. She is still my girl, ain’t no way you are getting her. Find a girl of your own,” the shorter boy retorted back.

Why am I being asked about her preference for a ring then, huh?”

“Because she said, and I quote, ‘if you buy me an expensive engagement ring that I can’t even wear out because it looks too expensive, I will castrate you’,” Chan said seriously, bringing out a seal-like laugh from the back of Seungkwan’s throat.

“Do something meaningful for her then, you dumb fuck,” making Chan almost cringe at the scolding. Without letting the boy talk, his best friend continued, “Put in some effort and do something that shows you care, without having to spend a copious amount of money. I have no idea what you should do, but bro, if it were up to me, a girl would for sure get a ring no matter what!”

Now, this made him think. It made him think hard. But even after all that thinking, he couldn’t come up with a good idea for an alternative for an engagement ring.

It was not until the next Saturday when he was sitting on the couch waiting for you to choose a movie for the weekly movie night, did he stumble upon the perfect idea for a ring? Like any usual person, the man was scrolling through TikTok when he found out that one could make rings out of clay.

Perfect!

If you didn’t want a diamond ring, you shall get a clay ring. For you might catch the sun lacking one day, but not Chan, never Chan!

—

This kick-started the learner phase of Chan’s life once again. He would visit the pottery classes every week because he needed to excel at the art to mold the perfect ring. One suitable for daily wear and also because this hobby brought him more peace than ever.

He made some friends here; they were fun to hang out with. You had met all these new people flooding into his life. He would parade about the with his hand on you showing you off proudly.

“Who wouldn’t?” he would ask whenever someone pointed it out. This question had the power to make him start ranting about you at any given point. So much so that after a point, people stopped asking him about you, no matter the context.

Because, oh boy, was he in love.

--

It took him one year and some friendships to finally complete learning everything there was to learn about pottery. In the course of that time, he had littered your shared house with his creations.

Oh, you wanted to buy a new bowl because you saw it on Instagram? No fear, Chan shall make it this instant. Oops, your favorite coffee mug broke? Chan has come to your rescue with a better, scientifically cute, usable, and overall better mug for you.

The creative spark of the boy never dimmed down, nor did his extroverted nature. Every other day, he would be out with his new friends, so much so that even Boo Seungkwan noticed. You both had chats with each other about the changes in Chan’s life over a cup of tea whenever Seungkwan would come over.

To say that you both were happy about him enjoying life would be an understatement. You had seen the pain the man had gone through in his life. It only made sense for him to have the best of the best experiences when he had the opportunities.

But again, as people say, one should do everything in moderation. It seems that Chan could do nothing in moderation. He would work himself half to death. In this case too, he started drinking and partying himself half to death. The outings that were done to unwind after a long hard day became parties that were making the day even longer.

The friends that helped him overcome the pressuring environment of his office became the ones who would pressure him to go way out of his comfort zone, all for the wrong reasons. People say twenties are times when people experiment with their life and gain new experiences.

The same was applicable for Chan too, the only difference being he was learning different ways of spiraling down holes that are hard to climb up from. The hilarious part being, these were the holes that he had carefully dug out himself.

It’s not like you never stopped him, because you did. The minute you realized these new friends were pushing Chan’s limits in the wrong way, you didn’t waste a second to tell him.

“I think you should calm down with this partying and stuff. It’s unbelievably bad for your health,” you had told him one night when he had come home drunk out of his wits.

“I know how to have fun, not my fault you don’t!”

The boy had shouted at you before collapsing on the couch. Realizing it was a waste of time to even try and talk to him in this state, you tried again the next day when he was far more sober.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday?” you ask Chan, to which he shakes his still-hungover head and winces. Sighing, you continue, “Chan, you can’t let them get to you like this. Moderation is the key here. Please don’t overdo anything, I beg you!” You hugged him, trying to coax him to understand where you were coming from. He obviously hugged you back and promised you to keep your advice in mind the next time they asked him out.

He didn’t. He swears he tried to. But the peer pressure got to him. Before he could even back off, they had already hauled his ass to the bar. He never wanted to disappoint you. So he chose to accept the most coherent plan his drunk mind could formulate: the plan to lie to you.

—

Your seventh anniversary had come and gone a year ago. The only gifts he could provide you that day were a fancy dinner and a solid promise that he would indeed get you the greatest ring you will have ever seen in your whole life. Now the time had come. The time to prove his skills. Those skills he spent an entire year honing.

During this cute date at home, he produced a small wooden box from his pocket. After you had enjoyed the homemade meal he had whipped up for you and you both were cuddling on the balcony, he proposed to you with stars in his eyes and hope in his heart.

He shocked you with the ring. Like your relationship, it was delicate, yet made with lots of love and care. You obviously said yes without hesitation. After all, you loved this man, and he loved you too. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever go wrong if he was with you.

--

It seems that no matter how hard you try, life always seems to have other plans for you.

The month right after you accepted his proposal, you received an invitation for a two-year-long workshop in Germany. Such opportunities don’t come every day, so you were elated.

Without wasting any time, you called Chan, informing him about the opportunity you had received. But like every coin, this great opportunity had its drawbacks too.

With the prospect of studying and learning under some of the greatest doctors and nurses came the hardship of leaving your fiancé behind. Chan didn’t like this one bit. He could barely stand to be away from you for a second, let alone two years.

But seeing the excitement on your face and hearing the joy in your voice, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to stay back. He knew you had sacrificed a lot for him, compromised at times when you could have been happy if he hadn’t made decisions that ruined his life.

--

So he put on a happy smile and told you that if you didn’t take this opportunity, he would pack your bags himself and kick you out of the house. This assurance gave you the confidence you needed. Without wasting any time, you sent an email accepting the proposition to join the workshop.

The next five months passed in a whim. During this time, he had asked you to marry him before you went away, but with a peaceful and determined smile, you had told him, “I will marry you once I come back, like that, we won’t have to spend too much time as newlyweds. Plus, I will be smarter than you too.”

“You are always smarter than me. I can never surpass you,” was the answer you had received, along with a sweet kiss, making your heart swell like a balloon.

Life was starting to feel better again.

Chan had finally made his boundaries very clear. The boy felt extremely guilty for lying to you, though he never confessed to you about doing so. He made sure his actions proved his redemption. He ensured to let these new friends of his know that going out too much with them was affecting him in ways that he didn’t appreciate. Although they did sometimes win against him and force him to go out, it was not as bad as it was before.

—

Soon the day came when you had to fly away to Germany. To say that Chan was sad would be an understatement. He was devastated when he saw you off at the airport with Seungkwan. He had cried the whole way home, making Seungkwan scold him as if he were a baby.

“Now if you keep behaving like this, do you think she would be happy?” the older boy questioned him.

“No, but I miss her already,” Chan replied in a whisper while wiping his tears harshly.

“Be nice, be happy for her. You can talk to her all the time. It’s not the Stone Age,” Seungkwan said with an exasperated sigh, making the younger one stop his sad boy antics at once.

But it was not like Chan was okay. He started working overtime at the office, desperately waiting for you to call him when you got free. And call you did, religiously at six o’clock in the evening.

You both made the decision to talk at that time, regardless of any circumstances. This went on for six months. He tried his best to follow the routine of overworking himself before you would call and save him from killing himself with work.

But with all these works, his willpower also started to crumble down. The old ways came back to him. Before he realized it, he became a party animal. He made new friends at these clubs and bars he started frequenting. He thought you wouldn’t pick up. But you did. You saw how your boyfriend was slowly changing. It was not that obvious at first, but slowly you realized he was getting drowned with work.

Being the lovely girlfriend you were, you asked Seungkwan to take care of him. The boy tried his best to do so. But alas, he was not that successful.

It seemed to both of you that Chan had spiraled back into his overworking session. What you both were unaware of was that it was more than that.

Chan was not just overworking; he was over-drinking and over partying too.

—

One faithful night; he met Eva, his pottery class instructor. She was pretty. They talked the whole night, catching up like old buddies and having fun.

She brought a change to his life again. She started being there for him during times when he would lose himself. She was a great friend, so great that in no time you had the chance to meet her.

You had come back for a week’s vacation. Seungkwan thought it was important for all the friends to meet up because it had been a long time since he had seen you. This meeting was supposed to consist of only you, Chan, and Seungkwan. But Chan asked to bring in another friend he would like you to meet. It was Eva.

You liked her; she was nice. You wanted to be friends with her. Her sweet personality was something no one could resist, a great example of a sweetheart through and through.

For once, you were actually proud of your boyfriend’s choices in life. Your visit was over even before it had started. Suddenly, the week was over, and you were packing your bags to return to Germany.

This time, Chan was not as scared of things going downhill anymore. He knew that within a few more months, you would come back, and he could happily start the wedding preparations. He also knew he had a solid group of friends to have his back. Most importantly, he had learned the art of living without you. Not that it was happy, but now he could enjoy spending time by himself.

—

Time flew faster than ever. In no time, it was Chan’s birthday. Your program would finish that same month, so sadly you couldn’t visit him. All you could do was video call him that morning and congratulate him for hitting thirty before you, to which he grumpily replied, “Your birthday is in six months; I’m gonna make it hell for you.”

“Whatever, old man, get dressed. Don’t you have a job to go to?” You laughed at his grumpy face while teasing him even more.

“I miss you,” Chan suddenly called out, pouting.

“You will meet me next month, Channie. Don’t be this sad now.” Although that did make him happy, the thought of spending yet another birthday without you was saddening. But it’s not like it was going to last. You would be back in no time.

That thought put a smile on his face. Soon enough, he was skipping around the house cooking breakfast and answering numerous calls from his friends and family for being a thirty-year-old now.

Seungkwan and Eva had also planned a not-so-surprise party for him. It consisted of meeting in front of his office and dragging his ass to the bar to drink and have fun. Although the day was spent slaving away in front of the computer, that night he had a lot of fun. He talked to Seungkwan and Eva for hours, and the three of them were pretty intoxicated when they left.

The only thing he remembered from that night was the fact that Eva, being the one out of the three with the most alcohol tolerance, was the one who had made sure that all of them returned home safely.

There was just one slight problem. Eva started to avoid him. Now, in any other situation, he would not have noticed it, but the text the next morning asking him if he remembered anything from the night before had him confused. When he asked her what it was all about, she refused to answer him, opting to ignore him instead.

He had no recollection of the night before, and Seungkwan didn’t either, so it was a mystery to both of them. But then again, his gut told him the problem was bigger than what he thought it was and might come to haunt him if not solved now.

So he did the most sane thing he could think of: He asked her to talk to him about it. He knew the wedding preparations would start the minute you came back, so he wanted to make sure to fix any problem that might affect you both before it blasted out of proportion.

—

“You kissed me,” was the first thing Eva told him after sitting down, making Chan’s heart drop to his stomach.

“Huh, but I don’t remember anything,” Chan retorted.

“It’s not about you remembering or not, it really happened, Chan, and I hate it,” she said, her voice almost breaking.

“Hey, calm down. We were both intoxicated, and we didn’t do it on purpose. Any other time and we wouldn’t have done it,” this seemed to have little to no effect on improving the girl’s mood.

On the other hand, Chan’s blood pressure was rising. The last thing he needed was a big mistake from which he could never turn back. With you coming back from Germany in less than a week, he needed everything in his life to be sorted out, especially something that could jeopardize a relationship with so much love in it.

“Chan, I think I like you. I’m not sure when it happened, or how it did. But I like you. So please don’t tell me I wouldn’t have done it if we weren’t intoxicated.”

The impact of this statement was so immense that it completely shattered his world, leaving him in disarray. It was true that he liked Eva. What kind of feelings he actually held for her was a mystery to him.

So, in the spur of the moment, he kissed her.

Just a few minutes ago, it was bothering him, but once he took the step, he didn’t feel what he was supposed to. He didn’t feel the disgust and hatred towards himself he should have. It felt like sneaking out of his house when he was not supposed to. It made a rush of excitement run through his body. He could feel the adrenaline rush through him.

He felt alive. maybe it was the feeling of doing something forbidden or it was something else, he didn’t know.

But, that night, they did more than kissing.

—

Once you were back, it was all sunshine and rainbows in the first few weeks. You both were happy, spending all your time together and having fun relishing in each other’s presence.

But it didn’t take you long to notice the changes. He would be stuck late at the office but come back home surprisingly lively, or those random texts from his brother late at night asking him to come over, or even the most obvious of them all, the vibrant smell of floral perfume that you never wear.

But you held out. You had promised to give him a chance to explain himself if he came clean to you. But that day never came. You asked him about these odd behaviors, but somehow he would always evade the topic altogether.

All those questions of ‘where were you last night’, ‘when will you come home’, or ‘shall we go on a date sometime soon’, all went unanswered.

He outright ignored your presence at home. But this didn’t stop the wedding preparations. Because his siblings and your parents alike loved him, they had taken the responsibility to take care of the wedding plans.

Before he could continue with his little escapades, Seungkwan caught and confronted him. Not by you but by Seungkwan. The older boy’s disappointment was beyond words. He screamed at him for an hour straight and then he had sat Chan down and calmly said,

“Either you tell her or I will.”

“But I can’t; she will leave me if I ever tell her.”

“Then she will be right in doing so.”

“Chan, I love you to death, but either you stop this and tell your girlfriend the whole truth, or I will take matters into my own hands. She has put up with enough of your shit. Don’t hurt her more,” he had said.

“Give me some time; I will do it as soon as possible,” the younger one had strained out, fisting his hair.

“She better know about it all before the wedding,” Seungkwan had warned him before seeing himself out.

—

Chan had cut off Eva after that. He tried to change everything before actually marrying you. Then, being the kind person you are, you tried to understand your boyfriend. You really did. But this was the first time in ten years you considered leaving him.

This relationship didn’t make you happy anymore. But you had gone through so many troubles together. The effort to hold each other upright was taking a toll on you.

But you were a fighter. You had fought many battles with him by your side. You couldn’t give up on those years either. Your internal dilemma was killing you. But all of this came to a halt one day when you had come back from your night shift, only to find your boyfriend and the girl he oh so diligently claimed to be his good friend, talking in the living room.

It was not like they were trying to be quiet because you could hear every single word spoken by them.

“Chan, it’s yours.”

“Eva, I have a fiancé. I will never leave her. I already told you, I love her.”

“Oh, so you didn’t think about that before fucking me”

“It was a mistake”, Chan shouted.

“No, it wasn’t, we both were very sober”, came another shout

The conversation hit you like a truck, and with each sentence, you felt your heart shattering. The decision suddenly seemed a bit too easy to make.

You walked out of the chaos, leaving the ring behind on the shoe rack. That night, you stayed at your friend’s place.

Following that event, you called Seungkwan, informing him that you won’t talk to Chan anymore. He simply asked if you wanted any help moving out, to which you answered with a simple no.

That was the end of the relationship for you. You refused to talk or see Chan ever again.

—

Now, five years later, Chan is to be married again. Not with you; no, he missed his chance. It's with Eva. They figured the best way to raise Minhan was to be together. In a county like theirs, it wasn’t the best idea to raise a kid with two unmarried parents.

Chan loved Minhan to death. But he could never show the same love for Eva. Looking at her reminded him of the mistakes he made in life. It reminded him of the happiness he could have attained, but he lost due to his own faults.

He is happy Seungkwan is still beside him. He knows he doesn’t deserve a friend like him, so the fact that Seungkwan stayed beside him makes him feel grateful.

He knew that his wife and child would move in with him soon, but he didn’t have the courage to let them into the house yet. The house that held both your memories was a bit too precious to let go of so easily.

The next day came faster than he anticipated. As Chan stood there waiting for his bride, he saw a face that he had been longing to see for the last five years.

He saw your face, sitting there on the benches, a sad smile adorning your face. Your eyes filled with emotions and stories of the years you had spent together.

Oh, how badly Chan wanted to abandon everything and run to you. Apologize a hundred times and ask you to take him back. But he couldn’t; he had children to take care of and shoes to fill.

As he stood there saying his vows, hoping it’s you he saw walking down the aisle and it’s you he kissed, but they are called dreams for a reason. And not all dreams come true.

As he kissed his bride, he saw a glimpse of your teary eyes amongst the crowd, and a tear of his own fell. Wishing for a future he was never destined to have.

the end

[10underoot2]

Here's a lovely, beautiful, little detail I loved in Episode 14 that I wish we saw more of throughout the show. BaekHong just teasing each other with their quirkiness and wittiness.

All those little scenes and dialogues were so beautiful and so important in letting me know and believe that yes this is why and how they fell in love. This is where they match in personalities. They see that part of each other. Cause life can be long as much as it is short, so god do you need a person who can make you smile, allow you to take yourself less seriously and just someone you can laugh with.

Here are a few examples I found in episode 14. If anyone knows more throughout the show that I'm missing please list them here!

1. Busman Confession

Haein: 'How did you even get into SNU?'

She was so real for this and it was so deserved. Also the way Hyunwoo starts teasing her immediately. She never wanted to tell him cause she knew he'd get cocky with her and of course he did. Love that lil laugh and teasing. Also I love how Haein keeps teasing him about his first love. She loves seeing him wound up.

2. Praying at the Church:

Haein: 'You're praying so much to get into heaven. Of course you'll need it if we want to meet in heaven.'

Hyunwoo: 'What makes you think you're going to heaven?'

They're both so mean and chaotic 😂 They're literally in church praying for Haein's fate and they decide to make these jokes. And I love how Hyunwoo doesn't hold back. He gives as good as he gets. I love the lightness foreshadowing the very dark and real reality they live in. This was so necessary and so well delivered. Like just subtly sprinkled.

3. Last Night at the Hospital before Haein's Surgery

Haein: 'You have nothing (complaints, times you were hurt in marriage secrets)?'

Hyunwoo: 'I'm trying to pick'

Making light of something that is very heavy and sad. It also shows the lighter side of Hyunwoo that I really appreciate when I get to see this in characters cause the people these characters are have to be multilayered. They can't be defined only by their capacity of love and sadness. Another example of this is Haein's really dark and dry sense of humour.

4. Episode 14 Epilougue

Haein: 'You used to tell me about the days you were in Law School? What was your secret to memorising so well?'

Hyunwoo cockily lies: 'I was just able to easily memorize anything I looked it.'

Haein: 'I'm serious did you gobble up the pages after memorising them?'

Hyunwoo: 'I'm not a goat.'

There literally hours away from her surgery. But look at him teasing her and making her smile. I love how Haein points out in an earlier episode 'as arrogant as you are you must Baek Hyunwoo' cause in front of her he flexes like no other but other than that he's just a humble man. So I love him never missing a chance to impress her. It's a very cute detail and I love seeing it strung along.

There are others as well. I think I saw a post by @havemercedes some time ago as well. I think this truly shines in episode 14 and I love this detail! ✨

[bekkarific]

Playing With Fire

Chapter Two: Spark

Chapter Masterlist

Pairings: Frontman/In Hi x Fem OC (Some Gi Hun x Fem OC)

It was raining. To Ji Ah it felt like it was always raining lately. An incoming sign of winter or a bad omen? That she couldn’t decipher.

They had already asked several market vendors did they know the name Seong Gi Hun, most met them with apprehensive no’s, others claimed to know him but not where he lived. Till at last they asked a Mrs Cho.

She was a kindly older lady. Ji Ah noted a framed picture of a young man in a graduation cap and grown sat atop her shop display case. Her son, Ji Ah affirmed at the proud look Mrs Cho gave her when she caught her looking. “He is a SNU graduate” Mrs Cho explained proudly pointing to the photograph “he is also single” she said pointedly looking at Ji Ah.

Ji Ah merely smiled politely, it was not the first time mothers had tried set her up with their sons. Usually they take one look at at her fair face, childbearing hips and decide she is the perfect match for their sons - some of whom she is arresting at the time - she tired to take is a compliment. However many years of dating childish, incompetent men had left her adverse from taking any mother’s recommendations on the virtues of their sons.

Mrs Cho did have the information they were looking for, Mr Seong Gi Hun, lived not far from here, as a friend of his mother she was able to give the detective’s his address - after assurance that he was not in trouble and that they just needed to ask him some questions - she was also able to slip in that Mr Seong was also divorced, looking again at Ji Ah who politely chuckled.

As they walked away, Jun Ho joked that their next great investigation should be to find Ji Ah a husband as they have a long list of suspects. Ji Ah sarcastically laughed “haha Jun Ho you are so funny, we should get you on stage” rolling her eyes. Despite the teasing, she was glad to see her friend smiling again. The last few days had taken all the humor from him, she was glad to see that lighter side returning.

Approaching the alleys leading to Mr Seong’s apartment the rain seemed to fall heavier, almost oppressively. ‘Definitely a bad omen’ Ji Ah thought.

They saw a the back of a figure, swaying, heading toward the apartment. He had no umbrella and was getting soaked by the rain.

Jun Ho picked his pace up slightly, approaching the man “Seong Gi Hun?” He asked as the man turned to face him.

He looked awful Ji Ah thought, sad in the eyes and long wet hair dripping down onto his bruised face. In other circumstances Ji Ah would have considered him handsome.

“Yes” Gi Hun asked apprehensively looking first at Jun Ho and then Ji Ah who took a step closer.

Jun Ho flipped out his police badge, as did Ji Ah who came to stand beside Gi Hun, offering him shelter under her umbrella. He gave her indescribable look as his eyes roamed her face before turning his head back to Jun Ho.

“Decective Hwang Jun Ho and Mun Ji Ah, we are following up on report you made that the station” Jun Ho started “You said a group abducted people and make them play games. You also said that some of these people where killed” Jun Ho finished, stone faced.

Gi Hun looked slightly startled, like he didn’t believe anyone would follow up. Eyes darting slightly between the two detectives before settling back on Jun Ho “Oh, all that? Yeah, I just made that up” Gi Hun lied “Yeah, a story made up when I was drunk” he nodded trying to convince himself of his own lies.

Jun Ho remained stone faced. “They sent a card to my brother” he said, trying to remain unemotional “just like the one you had”

There - Ji Ah saw it - a stutter in Gi Hun’s facade. His face twitched and shoulders dropped. She sucked in a quiet breath, unable to believe he may be telling the truth, about the games, all of it.

“I just found it, I don’t know” Gi Hun continued to lie, trying to find away of of this situation, looking between the detectives he settled on the pretty one that wasn’t giving him a murderous look “I saw it on the street and just put in on my pocket” his eyes pleading with Ji Ah to just drop this conversation.

Jun Ho interjected, “Mr Seong, you can help me” his voice starting to wavier “I need to get him back” he felt his only hope in finding his brother beginning to fizzle away.

Ji Ah felt her heart shatter at the broken voice of her friend, his face full of desperation.

“Mr Seong” she started placing a calming hand on his jacketed forearm “please, help us. Any information you have will be use” she spoke softly and calmly, trying to persuade the panicked Gi Hun who looked ready to bolt at a moments notice.

Gi Hun stared at the small hand placed on his arm, thinking it’s been a long time since anyone has touched him with warmth. He takes a breath and closes his eyes, but it all comes flooding back to him, the body’s dropping, the sound of gunfire, his debts, his mother’s illness, losing his daughter. He realises he can’t, he cannot say anything.

Resigned, Gi Hun pulls his arm from the detectives hold, almost immediately missing the warmth. “Why would you think, that I would be useful to you or anybody else” his speaks sadly as he turns to walk away.

Jun Ho and Ji Ah watch him go, unmoving. Ji Ah tries go think of a way to get him to come back, to co-operate. If she is right, and he was telling the truth about the games all of it. That means his, In Ho’s and countless other lives are in danger.

Turning to Jun Ho to ask what he thought, she stopped when she saw that determined look in his eye, something that has she has only seen a handful of times, but normally meant he was going to get his way through hell or high water.

“Jun Ho” she asked tentatively

“We need to follow him” Jun Ho replied, his voice full of resolve.

Taking a moment to look at her friend, she allowed her eyes to roam his face, taking him his hardset mouth and focussed eye. ‘We are in this together’ she thought.

“Let’s go partner” she quipped taking lead and following Mr Seong into the night.

[016s]

Continuing off of this & my tags because I have a lot of thoughts on it: (under read-more for length, and because there's definitely a lot going on here that I'd imagine most don't want to read)

I do think it was one of our million cases of "exploring the horror of csa/the horrors of being a young girl in a toxic/abusive relationship who is clearly being manipulated, but it's written by a man who is clearly an incel at best and a pedophile at worst." I obviously hate SnU but I feel as sad seeing it as I do disgusted because it feels like such wasted potential. The plot itself really WAS good and incredibly interesting but .. I just feel like plots similar to the one in SnU ALWAYS, always without fail end up in the hands of men who try to write them with nuance and instead just make themselves creepy jackoff material. The re-release that censors and removes the weird cp shit on steam is obviously a good thing and a step in the right direction but it's just.. hard for me to look at it knowing how the original VN is to begin with (...and the fact it's still there, coupled with the fact every fan of SnU seems to PUSH for people to play the uncensored release).

+ I even do understand "oh she's not ACTUALLY a 14 yr old girl, she just looks like one!!" from a plotpoint. In fact? Works perfectly for a plot point - shows that the male protag sees a 14 yr old girl and instantly assumes "ok, a vulnerable person I can keep to myself." Shows her thought process in disguising herself as a human - by trying to pick the most defenseless type of human being she can think of. But it ends there for me. Absolutely no need to navigate that the way they did it's just fucking weird.

Remembering the time I kept seeing Saya no Uta on my dash and all I knew about it was that it was a fucked up gory VN with a cute anime girl so I pirated it and then it turned out to just be like. Actual literal cp. Why are people still talking about that game.

[kwanisms]

[22:40], Seungcheol, requested by anon

╰┈➤ FF10 "Even if we don't talk for days, I'll always be your best friend" & F20 "everything about you is amazing to me."

summary: your best friend comes by to see why you've been ignoring his messages and calls and you wonder why he hasn't been texting you

wc: 1.7k

warnings: miscommunication, sad feelings, maybe some adult dialogue? I think that's it though

a/n: I hope you like this! It was fun to write and try to figure out how Y/N would get notifications but not from Seungcheol so I figured DND mode would work pretty well! Thank you for your request!

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You let out a sad sigh, checking your phone to see several notifications but not from the one person you wanted them from.

You were well aware that your best friend had a life of his own, a demanding career as an idol, and 12 other members to look after but damn it all if you didn't miss Choi Seungcheol.

The two of you had been friends ever since you transferred school, after moving to Daegu with your family. You were nine years old and at that age, boys and girls started to divide, thinking the other had cooties.

But Seungcheol was different. He introduced himself on your first day and stuck by you the whole time.

He'd been by your side ever since. Best friends for always.

And that's how it had always been. Even in junior high when your classmates started showing interest in each other, you and Cheol never found ant romantic interest in you nor you in him, despite what your friends and family said.

Everyone was determined you'd end up dating at some point but it was never like that. You were just best friends.

You were always there for each other and when Cheol auditioned for and got accepted by Pledis Entertainment, you were the first to congratulate him.

Of course, this meant he had to leave Daegu, and unfortunately you, behind to move to Seoul.

His words the day he left were some you'd never forget.

You'd spent half the day crying, claiming he'd forget you in the first year and in true fashion, he hugged you tightly, remind you that you had six years of friendship with you.

"You are my most favorite person in the entire universe, Y/N," he said softly, holding your hands while standing at the KTA station with his parents and your own.

His hands released yours and moved to cup your cheeks. "Everything about you is amazing to me, I couldn't find a new best friend if I tried," he added, gently squishing your cheeks before pulling you into a tight hug, the only kind he ever gave you.

Five years later, Cheol finally debuted in a group called SEVENTEEN with twelve other boys. You graduated high school in Daegu and moved to Seoul on scholarship to SNU* to study veterinary medicine. Moving to Seoul meant a new chapter in your life.

And it meant you were closer to your best friend.

At first, it was difficult for Cheol to meet you but eventually he managed to find some time. As SEVENTEEN continued to grow and find more and more success, Cheol had less and less free time to meet with you in between your classes.

But you always managed to make it work.

Now, being the leader of a globally recognized k-pop group, Seungcheol wasn't as busy as before, trying to help make a name for his group, he was able to have a bit more freedom and also to see you more.

Of course, when you weren't busy with your own career.

After graduating, you managed to snatch a position at one of the busiest vet clinics in Hongdae. You were on a team of three vets, each with three of their own techs. It had a rather large client base but you weren't complaining. It paid the bills of your nice flat near Hongdae, overlooking the river.

It had been several weeks since you'd heard from and even longer since you'd seen Cheol at this point. You never tried to let it bother you before because you were adults now, not children. He had his own circle of friends and colleagues as did you.

But it hurt nonetheless when your notification would ping and it wasn't your best friend texting you or sending you some dumb meme. Your own messages to him had been left on read and of course that didn't mean anything with Cheol and you knew that. He was notorious for checking but not answering his messages.

You just tried to ignore the sad sinking feeling inside you as best as you could but sometimes, your brain got the better of you.

Like today for instance. It was a day like any other, nice weather, the city below your balcony was teeming with life, preparing for Seollal, but you couldn't be bothered to join them, even as the day turned into night and the city really came alive. You just sat wrapped up in your favorite blanket and your own self wallowing.

Your phone pinged again but you'd given up looking at it, instead engrossed in a small pint of Ben & Jerry's you'd saved in your freezer for your next inevitable breakup but decided to indulge a little sooner. And the fact that the expiration date was drawing nearer was not a deciding factor in your indulgence at all.

None whatsoever.

It was just after ten in the evening and you were about halfway through your pint of Chubby Hubby, ignoring the sporadic pings of your phone for the peanut buttery swirls of the frozen treat in your hands when there was a loud pounding knock at your front door.

You almost hadn't heard it but upon hearing it, you turned in your place on your balcony sofa and peered through the glass door.into your apartment. It was silent only for a moment before another loud banging could be heard.

You got up carefully, carrying your ice cream and spoon, blanket still draped over your shoulders as you crossed the floor quickly to see who had disturbed your date with Ben and Jerry.

Pressing the camera button on your intercom system revealed none other than your best friend, standing outside your door looking all sorts of worried and panicked.

Confused and bewildered, you set your ice cream and spoon down and unlocked the door, pulling it open enough to peer through the crack and into the hallway.

The expression on Seungcheol's face morphed from worry to relief upon seeing you. He pushed past the door, wrapping his arms around you, blanket and all, and engulfing you in a tight hug.

"Oh My God I was so worried!" he said, his words muffled by your blanket as he buried his face in your shoulder.

Still just as confused, you hugged him back, uncertain why he was acting as if you had died or something.

When he pulled back, he held you at arms length, looking over you quickly. "Why are you wearing a blanket?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Are you cold? Do you have a fever? What's wrong?"

His words were all over the place, hands moving quickly as he felt your forehead, cheek, and checked to make sure you weren't physically ill.

"Cheol," you whined as he pulled you over to the kitchen island and made you sit down, readjusting your blanket. His eyes fell on the half eaten pint of Ben & Jerry's and the spoon lying beside it before they flitted back to you.

"Who is he?" he demanded. "I'm gonna hurt him."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Calm down Rambo," you snorted. "There is no he," you added. Seungcheol pointed accusatively at the pint sitting on the white countertop, to which you shook your head.

"I'm not eating it cause I got dumped," you explained.

"Then why are you eating ice cream at ten-forty at night?" your best friend demanded.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm just a little sad," you replied softly. The stern expression on Seungcheol's face melted away as he took your hands in his. "Why are you sad?" he whispered, sitting across from you in the other bar stool at your kitchen island.

You shrugged your shoulders again, not meeting his gaze.

"Y/N," Seungcheol said, his voice a little louder and more demanding.

"It's nothing," you said, trying to pull away from your best friend but he was much stronger, having been in and out of the gym daily the past few years while you hadn't touched anything heavier than a house cat lately. Seriously, when did he get so strong?

"Y/N, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me why you're sad and why you've been ignoring me."

Wait… what? Ignoring him?

You looked up to meet his gaze finally.

"Ignoring you? I haven't been ignoring you," you replied.

Seungcheol looked around your apartment. "Where's your phone?" he asked. You nodded towards your balcony, lamenting the loss of his warmth as Seungcheol got up and walked over to the sliding glass door, opened it, and picked up your phone.

He returned, unlocking it with your pass code before checking your notifications. As he searched, he let out a groan and rolled his eyes.

"Did you mean to turn on 'Do Not Disturb' mode?" he asked, turning your phone towards you.

The notifications that you received earlier only came in from your boss and your mother. How had you not noticed that?? Oh, because you weren't looking at your phone the whole time.

You quickly grabbed your phone from Seungcheol and opened your chat thread with him to find many unread messages and even a few missed calls.

You let out a laugh, setting your phone on the counter and shook your head. "I think I accidentally switched it on at work the other day," you said as Seungcheol sat across from you again.

"I thought you were mad at me," he said, hanging his head and you shook yours. "I'm not," you replied. "Honestly, I thought maybe you were mad at me or something," you added, causing Seungcheol to snap his head up to look at you.

"You've been a little distant lately," you continued to explain but stopped when your best friend took your hands in his again.

"I promise I'm not mad or upset either. Work the last few weeks has been… intense to say the least. I've been so tired and stressed that I haven't been able to focus on anything else. I'm so sorry," he said softly, offering you a sincere smile and apology.

"Even if we don't talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend, Y/N," he added, squeezing your hands gently.

You returned the smile and nodded. Of course you'll always be best friends. Seungcheol said it himself. He'd never be able to find a better best friend than you and you'd never be able to find a better best friend than him.

"Now that we got that out of the way," Seungcheol said before dropping his smile and giving you a stern but bewildered look.

"Why the hell am I not included in your 'Do Not Disturb' exceptions list?"

[koiiiji]

TIKTOK videos you most likely to recreate/record with windbreaker guys

THIS ONE APPLIES TO ALL BOYS!! IMAGINE FILMING THEIR HONEST REACTION EHAAHHAHAHA

DOM KANG

you would just put all his silly photos in one video and will write how you love your boyfriend. also his vibes

SHELLY

dances dances dances!! i don’t know if you would be cameramen or she but i feel like she will post you on her page and you would post her on yours. also this. you can’t deny.

WOOIN

he throws snus i swear. also you proving that he is actual gentleman.

HARRY

would refuse to film tiktok so you just post this and write that it’s his vibes (it really is since he call dom monkey every time)

TJ

most underrated boyfriend materials i swear!! he would be up to all things you ask to. and he actually likes to film tiktoks, so it would be you guys!! you the cameramen. his silly videos is essential in your tiktok

JUHWAN

also underrated bf materials, he would be the one who would ask you to film tiktoks. also you would recreate this trend with him

NOAH

after that night with girls. you choose who is who hahahah

idk is it but low key owen vibes

SANGHO

he is not really into filming tiktoks, but he will film you (#1 cameramen🥹💍)and especially when you receive his gifts. you will send him tiktok edits of your couple caught by paparazzi. you filling car edits from his garage.

bonus

you, noah, harry and owen after night out, i had a variant that guy is owen having hangover and being sad over shelly, but now im not sure, so it’s all on your choice.

[dungeonbf]

oc moment 🤯🤯: sigge andersson lore

- swedish-american (?) & 19 years old (turning 20)

- birthday is jan 7th

- moved to america when he was 11 and retains a bit of an accent, most noticeable on words with v's

- one of Those Guys who claims to be a strong, nordic man (can't lift a 5 lb weight)

- metalhead, loves traditional second wave black metal, as well as raw black, folk black, and death metal - also really into dungeon synth, like grausamkeit... he's a b.s.o.d fanboy, unironically

- also likes mainstream metal, particularly megadeth, but is incredibly embarrassed about it and will never admit it - hides a megadeth shirt deep in his closet

- doesn't shower. like, genuinely does not shower. he has to be forced to shower by his parents when the smell becomes unbearable, usually once every month and a half

- when he DOES shower, he uses those 10-in-1 body washes that smell like emotions and concepts like "wrath" and "swagger"

APPEARANCE:

- long dirty blond hair; looks lighter in the sun, he swears he's a true blond

- hair is incredibly greasy - when he runs a hand through it, his fingers come back shining

- soulful brown eyes like a wet deer in the grass

- YELLOW TEETH... raw gums...

- wears a stretched, clunky septum occasionally (3mm to 4 mm)

- scrawny. no muscle to be seen, he is genuinely fragile and sad

- tall-ish, 5'9 (swears he's 6")

- nose is a bit hooked

- corpse paint design is blocky and squared off, like euronymous'

- occasionally wears those black witch hats (inspired by b.s.o.d...)

- typically seen in a handpainted band tee (typically grausamkeit or carpathian forest), loose black jeans and worn out combat boots (reaching about calf height)

- covers up acne and other insecurities (like his nose) with corpse paint, almost always seen with it unless at home

PERSONALITY, LORE & MANNERISMS:

- asocial, says it's by choice (lie)

- thinks no friends = trve kvlt

- lonely, of course, and WANTS friends but his interests and general standoffish demeanor put off others

- internally homophobic... refuses to admit his attraction to men, despite drooling over any man that looks at him for .5 seconds

- LOSER. chronic reddit user; downvotes everyone who doesn't echochamber his thoughts

- plays guitar. badly. knows one song (master of puppets by metallica) and brags about it constantly - knows nothing of music theory and says he doesn't need to know because tabs exist

- snus user and is really pretentious about it - "you SMOKE? so you want to ruin your lungs forever and smell like shit..." (while damaging his gums)

- is the type of person in tiktok comment sections to make suicide jokes under a vid of a happy couple

- autistic & bpd

- autism primarily manifests in "social awkwardness," lack of understanding of social cues, and intense special interests (metal); stims by headbanging

- bpd is primarily in unstable reactions towards others, impulsivity, cutting, suicidal ideation, and dependency in romantic relationships

- note: sigge has not been in any romantic relationships (besides a fake one when he was 11 - a girl asked him out as a joke and he brought her handpicked flowers for the next few days) - this is just how he would act IF in a legitimate romantic relationship

[fefuckability]

TLDR: Black Knight and Bertram get to walk off being killed by Ike’s gaggle of latent homosexuality in between games, because reasons, but Petrine is forced to stay dead, she deserves justice! Also I go into some bullshit about her stats and Branded lore AND I have mathematical proof she’s more dommy than Nailah!

More below:

Now while I wouldn’t call myself the CEO of Petrine quite yet (still working on earning that title) I certainly would call myself a Petrine expert, and today I come to you with everyone’s favorite subjects; unit stats and headcanons for lore IS didn’t have time to actually finish.

Petrine’s stats in Path of Radiance (I’ll be using hardmode since the true ending basically confirms it as the ���canon” difficulty) are incredibly standout, not just because she’s a fucking beast but also because they don’t make sense, at least on the surface.

Level:18

HP:43

STR:20

MAG:18

SKL:22

SPD:23

LCK:10

DEF:24

RES:19

(I wont be going over her CON since it’s essentially meaningless on a female character, iykyk but tldr IS has a real nasty habit of genderlocking a playable CON stat, Echidna who won the Binding Blade woman’s division is rendered useless in her starting chapter because her weapon is too heavy for her and the enemies she’s surrounded by double her to death because of it, she is a green unit, her surviving is mostly an rng check.)

So you might be noticing something here, why the actual fuck is a PALADIN a complete quality build between physical and magical stats?

(Besides IS wanting to give her a cool magic weapon of course, there are very few coincidences in Tellius, to such an insane degree that many of Radiant Dawn’s twists were figured out long before its release. The crumb trail of what is very likely Petrine cut content makes me sad.)

Here we dip ever so slightly into headcanons (I’ll try to avoid getting to deep into pseudo canon stuff) but the reasoning is almost certainly because of her brand (Tiger Tribe). Micaiah, a heron branded carrying Altina’s blood, can very notably cast magic without a tome (she also can cast dark/elder magic without consequence but thats not the point of this), the ability to cast spells you have a predisposed proficiency for without a tome is very likely not unique to her, rather what makes her special is the sheer power of the magic her body is capable of channeling.

Petrine’s weapon in Path of Radiance is the Flame Lance, it deals magical damage based on her abnormally high magic stat and is essentially a catalyst for fire anima combined with a weapon she’s comfortable using (S rank).

So it’s pretty likely Petrine can cast at least use some fire magic without a tome or other catalyst, but uses one for stronger spells to avoid the recoil on her body, and I just think that’s metal as fuck, like that shit’s fucking awesome.

(Which is why in Fire Emblem lore tomes break, they take on the spell’s recoil in place of your body, and also why Valentian mages are just built different and say fuck that. What likely differentiates Branded is that they can cast varying degrees of magic without suffering recoil to their body, in Micaiah’s case healing magic is incredibly straining so I like to think of Sacrifice more being her casting Nosferatu in reverse)

Nailah time; she has a husband, a Heron who she says is perfect for her and they are very cute together but theres something here of note. Heron’s (theres no info on the other Bird Laguz) canonically have hollow bird bones, I’m not kidding, Reyson breaks his hand punching Oliver in the face.

Reyson: I suffer more damage than my target.

Ike: What?!

Reyson: When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.

Ike: Holy.

Reyson: Indeed.

Ike: ...But it felt good, right?

Reyson: Oh, yeah.

Nailah is at the very least canonically capable of restraining her vicious Snu Snu to be gentle enough she won’t break her boytoy, which is REALLY fucking gentle, and while Petrine is probably also surprisingly healthy about kinky stuff (lets be real would she really consider it a “victory” if her partner didn’t want it?) I’m just saying even the strongest would prolly need a healer afterwards.

Also she would definitely put a collar on you, I know her constantly calling people dogs is censorship of her swearing her ass off in Japanese, but Japanese Petrine is probably also carrying some insane BDSM “lick my boots and hump my leg but I’m also viciously protective of you and really do care” vibes.

Also her tits are bigger than Nailah’s.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk/unhinged rant, please consider voting Petrine she is very pretty and deserves better than she got, and even though Nailah will prolly win all the way to first place I can at least hope it won’t be a one sided curbstomp.

If by some miracle Petrine comes out on top there will be raucous celebrations.

ima frame this post on my wall for posterity

[nhlgossips]

thoughts on nhl zyn/snus endemic?? everyone is entitled to do whatever they want but just curious if you had any thoughts to so many nhl players using some form of nic

It is sad. you wonder how many real teeth these guys will have after their careers haha. with the risks of loosing teeth on the ice and with nicotine. take mat for example wouldn’t doubt he’s addicted.

[pixeldistractions]

I was playing Austin’s family, and he was having a sweet little date with his girlfriend, Malia, whom he’s been seeing for a few months now. They were being cute, but a little boring, so I went inside to see what the townsfolk were up to.

And I found Lucy dancing up a storm with Tyler!

(Lucy and Tyler are childhood besties from Lakeside Heights days.)

Now, this game isn’t smart enough to spawn couples out together, so I had to imagine they’d brought along their exceptionally nerdy spouses, who weren’t on the dance floor because they were probably sitting at the bar debating string theory or something.

MCCC > teleport sim

Now Maya and Dallas are here, too! And Lucy is out on a super fun double date. And this is exciting because Lucy’s last few stories have really been pretty lonely and sad. This girl deserves a babysitter and a night out.

And now she’s dreaming about how fun it would be to live closer to their friends, and her sister at SNU, and his cousin Natty, too. Tonight, she’ll be on Zillow the whole ride home, sending Dallas links to homes for sale in Sierra Nova and Copperdale and San Sequoia, and reports about how great the schools would be for their girls, and lists about how much there is to do in those areas. (Unlike the cold, dreary, lonely, Fort Hollow base.)

And even though the commute back to base for him will be harrowing, and he’s obligated to do it for at least two more years, Dallas would do anything to make his Lucy happy. He’ll call a real estate agent first thing Monday morning.

All that, and I wasn’t even supposed to be playing their households, lol!

[survivingofffanfics]

Sergio Chapter six, pt 1

Han Seok stood outside of Jirupagi. He felt the need to explain for some reason. Mr. Hong and his paralegal had been nothing but kind to him the night before. They seemed to fight for "justice." Maybe he was also there to ask for help. Being a slave… being a slave was not a life he wanted to live. He was back in his homeland finally and now was his chance to seek solace. 

He knocked briefly on the door before entering it. A young woman stood there raging at Mr. Hong, who looked at her impassively with a raised eyebrow. "Cha Young… we have guests. Come back later."

"I-" She sputtered. "I am your daughter, tell your "guest" to wait!"

"Not for long you won't be… Sergio, how can I help you?" The man turned a genuine smile to Han Seok and he bowed, smiling back. Han Seok walked to sit in front of the lawyer and gestured for a piece of paper. The man handed it to him and he nodded in thanks. 

'I need a lawyer's help, Mr. Hong.' He wrote, underlining help for emphasis.

"Why? What can I help you with?" The man’s gentle face turns down in a frown and he leans forward in his chair. 

"Dad!" They both ignore the woman as she works herself into another fury.

'I need to seek asylum in Korea.'

"I thought you were from Korea? You said you studied at SNU?"

'What do you know about human trafficking?' Han Seok asked him instead of answering. 

Mr. Hong's eyes widen in shock and he takes a moment to breathe before answering him. 'Are you safe?' The man writes.

'No. Do not trust Vincenzo Cassano.' Han Seok warns. 'Shred this paper.'

"I think I can help, Mr. Cassano! Just a simple fender bender?" Han Seok gives a relieved smile and nods as he watches Mr. Hong shred the paper.

The two settle into a simple conversation with Mr. Nam joining to translate the KSL. The comfortable mood is ruined by the door opening. "Sergio, come." Vincenzo gives a tight smile to the others in the room, bowing his head. Han Seok leaps to his feet, bowing to the lawyer and paralegal.

"Sir?"

"We need to visit the women's correctional facility. You may wait outside."

"Yes, Sir."

Han Seok looks at the IPhone 11 Vincenzo had bought him. Technological advances never fail to amaze him. He types in his brother’s number, as he has many times before. He just doesn't understand why his brother sold him into slavery. He knows he was a bad brother. Took it too far with violence. Insinuated to his brother about crimes he'd committed. But if his brother was so scared he could have thrown him into a hospital for the criminally insane. 

Han Seok never wants to proclaim his own innocence in the situation. He was a bad man. He deserved punishment. Did he deserve a lifetime as a slave to a Consigliere? He's repented. Lord has he. If he could go back and beg for Han Seo’s forgiveness he would. He sets the phone down to wipe away the tears streaming down his face. He deletes his brother's number from the search bar and instead turns to one of his phone games.

The knocks on the window are sharp and get him out of the trance Animal Crossing has put him in. He unlocks the door and steels himself for the hand sure to come flying his way. When it doesn't come, he turns to face his Master. He looks sad. Han Seok can't say the sight doesn't fill him with joy. "Sir?"

"Take me home. I'm hungry."

"Yes, Sir."

[feelinghwi]

001. Chungcheongnam-do.

————

"Are you sure?"

The question was quiet but heavy, the weight of years and decisions behind it. The man, 48 years old, sat on the edge of a bed half-cluttered with moving boxes. His eyes, usually filled with certainty, were clouded with something more—concern, maybe, or just a deep-seated uncertainty that only a parent could understand. Andrea, or as he had called him since childhood, Jeonghwi, was busy at the window, sealing up another box with a tape gun, his movements steady and practiced.

Andrea Shim, 24 years old now, was about to leave the place he’d called home for so long. Accepted into Seoul National University for a Master’s in Musicology, his future had just expanded into new, vast possibilities. And his job as a music engineer—luckily transferred to the Seoul headquarters—was another leap into the unknown. But even with all that success, his father was finding it hard to let go. He didn’t quite know how to navigate this moment, where everything seemed to be changing all at once.

"Yeah, Dad," Andrea replied, slightly annoyed. "Everything’s going as planned, right? I’m moving to Seoul, I got into SNU. Shouldn’t you be proud?"

His father’s sigh was long, drawn-out, as if he was trying to process everything all at once. "Of course, I’m proud," he said, his voice full of quiet emotion. "But it’s not just about that. It’s just that... you’ve been here with me all these years, Jeonghwi. And now... now you’re going to live in Seoul. You’re growing up. I’m not sure I’m ready for that."

Andrea paused for a moment, his hand frozen in mid-air as he looked at his father. There it was again—his father, usually strong, vulnerable now, his eyes soft with something Andrea couldn’t quite define. "Dad, I’m not disappearing," Andrea said gently, moving to sit beside his father on the bed. "I’m still your son, no matter where I live. And Seoul’s not that far. You’ll see me, I promise."

His father smiled, though it was small and tired, as if a heavy burden rested on his shoulders. "I know, Jeonghwi. But it feels different. It’s like... I’m letting go, and I’m not sure how to do that. Watching you grow up, it’s a proud moment, but it’s hard to see you leave."

Andrea’s chest tightened. He’d never seen his father so open, so uncertain. "Dad, you’ve always supported me, no matter what," Andrea said softly. "You always let me chase what I wanted. And I’ve always known you’d be behind me, whether it’s music, or anything else."

His father’s gaze softened. "I’ve always supported you because you’ve known what you wanted," he replied, his voice firm but gentle. "From the very beginning, you knew you had a passion for music. I never questioned it. And now, seeing you make something of it makes me proud in ways I can't even describe."

Andrea’s smile softened. "I remember when I was younger, and I came to you asking for piano lessons. I didn’t know what I was getting into, but you just… you helped me. You never once said no."

His father chuckled, the sound warm with the memories. "You were always so persistent. You’d sit there, hours on end, trying to get every note right. Even when I didn’t think you had it in you, you did. You’ve always had that drive, Jeonghwi."

Andrea laughed quietly, shaking his head. "You always made it seem so effortless. Like the piano was just second nature to you. I guess I just wanted to be like you."

His father’s smile grew, though there was a hint of sadness in it. "I’ve never been great at letting go of things, but I’m not worried about you," he said, his voice steady now. "I’m proud of the man you’ve become. You’ve always known what you wanted, and I trust you to find your way."

Andrea felt his throat tighten, but he managed a smile. "I don’t know if I’m quite as sure about everything as you think," he admitted. "But I’ll make it work. I promise."

"I know you will," his father replied, a smile breaking through the uncertainty. "You’ve always found your way."

Andrea grinned and shrugged. "Well, Dad, if I ever get accused of plagiarism for stealing John Lennon’s music, I’m counting on you to defend me. You’re the lawyer, after all."

His father gave him a mock-serious look. "If that happens, I’ll be the first to represent you—but only if you promise not to steal anything too obvious. And no lawsuits about Imagine, okay?"

"I’ll try," Andrea said with a wink. "But no guarantees."

Andrea sat back for a moment, letting the silence settle in between them. It was comforting, yet bittersweet. For all the years of jokes and teasing, there was a truth in his father’s words that meant more than anything: his support had never wavered, and now, even as he was letting him go, it still wouldn’t.

"You’ve got a good head on your shoulders," his father said after a while, resting his hand on Andrea’s shoulder. "I’m not worried about you. Just don’t forget where you came from, alright?"

Andrea grinned, a mix of pride and affection in his expression. "I won’t. And I’ll always come back to visit. Seoul’s not the end of everything."

His father nodded, standing up from the bed. "I guess that’s the best I can ask for."

As his father left the room, Andrea looked around at the boxes filling the space—his childhood room, slowly being dismantled, the remnants of his past now packed away. It was strange, the feeling of leaving behind everything that had been familiar, even as he stepped forward into something new. But he was ready. Ready for Seoul, for the future, for everything.

[sturbewi]

why are childhood troped smutty manhwas are so good and carefully written like the art is immaculate and dili cringe ang dialogue and natural rasad ang flow sa story, walay unnecessary dramas and both parties discusses consent before doing the deed. aaaaaaa they're usually shorter sad and bitin basahon grrr, i need more snu snu like these plssss 🛐🛐🛐🛐

[thenamelessduchess]

Short story inspired by Earth Day ;)

Note: English is my second language. Not always perfect ;) Here both version - in PL and ENG.

ENG:

Dream of Earth

I lay on the bed, feeling uncertainty. This was the reason for my slow awakening from a deep sleep. I still wanted to sleep, but I knew I had to open my eyes. A red glow was pouring through my half-closed eyelids. Completely different from every previous morning when I got up. The room was drowning in dust specks, and the rays coming through the curtained blind perfectly accentuated their chaotic dance. A trickle of sweat ran down my forehead, as the temperature in the bedroom was far too high. I decided to open the blind and look at the neighbor's garden. Where the proud and green trees had always stood, there was nothing left. Gone were the garden chairs and the plastic pool where the children from the surrounding houses played every Saturday. The houses seemed to have disappeared too, and I was surrounded by wilderness. Instead of grass, there was sand everywhere. It was from it that a red glow emanated, which flooded my bedroom and aroused subconscious anxiety. Confused, I got out of bed and wanted to go to the door, but to my surprise, where there had always been an exit from my room, there was a brick wall. The only exit was a window. The temperature in the room was getting unbearable and I knew I couldn't stand it any longer. I slowly walked over to the window and opened it. I immediately smelled a burning smell and a blast of heat. It swept over my face, but I had no other option - I had to go outside. My bare feet touched the glowing sand. An unpleasant burning sensation swept down my legs, all the way to my calves. I hissed in pain, but there was no turning back. The window in my room slammed shut, preventing me from returning to the safety of my room. The heat of the ground was burning my feet more and more, so I moved forward looking for some shelter. In front of me was a panorama of endless red sand. Looking over the horizon, I saw black smoke rising in the distance. In total disorientation I pushed ahead. After walking a few hundred meters, I bounced off a large glass wall. My eyes welled up with tears, and when I managed to regain my field of vision, the landscape changed completely. This time I was standing on green grass. My feet were bathed in a pleasantly cool dew, and the air was fresh. Behind the glass window I saw people slowly dying from the heat and lack of water. They were lying in the sand where my feet had been standing just a moment ago. I heard rustling just behind me, and when I turned around I saw a concerned woman. She was looking at the view behind the glass wall. At first I thought she was sad, but as she moved closer to me I noticed that her eyes were full of coldness. Her facial features were tense, and the grimace of her mouth indicated that satisfaction was mixed with anger. I wanted to ask her why she was torn by such emotions, but I didn't have time. She ran up to me unexpectedly and pushed with all her strength against the glass barrier, which shattered into tiny pieces under the weight of my body. As I fell down to join the people dying of thirst, I stared into her emotionless eyes. I heard only her voice from afar saying that we deserved this fate by consistently destroying our home.

I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in my bed again. I looked at the ceiling, along which the rays of the April sun were slowly moving, trying to get through the curtained blind. It was just a dream. Relieved, I turned to my right side and saw a small card with description: "love your home." Terror prevented me from taking a breath. Apparently, this was not just a dream…

PL:

Sen o Ziemi

Leżałam na swoim łóżku, czując niepewność. To ona była powodem mojego powolnego wybudzania się z głębokiego snu. Chciałam jeszcze spać, ale wiedziałam, że muszę otworzyć oczy. Przez półzamknięte powieki przelewała się czerwona poświata. Zupełnie inna niż każdego poprzedniego poranka, gdy wstawałam. Pokój tonął w drobinach kurzu, a promienie przedostające się przez zasłoniętą roletę idealnie podkreślały ich chaotyczny taniec. Po czole spływała mi strużka potu, ponieważ temperatura w sypialni była stanowczo za wysoka. Niewiele myśląc postanowiłam odsłonić roletę i spojrzeć na ogród sąsiadów. Tam, gdzie zawsze stały dumne i zielone drzewa, nie było już nic. Zniknęły także ogrodowe krzesła oraz plastikowy basen, w którym każdej soboty bawiły się dzieci ze wszystkich okolicznych domów. Domów też nie było, wyglądało na to, że otaczało mnie pustkowie. Zamiast trawy, wszędzie leżał piach. To od niego emanowała ta czerwona poświata, która zalała moją sypialnię i wznieciła podświadomy niepokój. Zdezorientowana wstałam z łóżka i chciałam podejść do drzwi, ale ku mojemu zaskoczeniu tam, gdzie zawsze było wyjście z mojego pokoju, stała ceglana ściana. Jedynym wyjściem było okno. Temperatura w pokoju robiła się coraz bardziej nieznośna i wiedziałam, że dłużej tego nie wytrzymam. Powoli podeszłam do okna i otworzyłam je. Od razu poczułam zapach spalenizny oraz podmuch gorąca. Omiótł moją twarz, ale nie miałam innej opcji – musiałam wyjść na zewnątrz. Moje bose stopy dotknęły rozżarzonego piasku. Nieprzyjemne uczucie pieczenia omiotło nogi, aż do łydek. Syknęłam z bólu, ale nie było już odwrotu. Okno w moim pokoju zatrzasnęło się, uniemożliwiając mi powrót do bezpiecznego pomieszczenia. Gorąco podłoża coraz bardziej paliło moje stopy, dlatego ruszyłam do przodu szukając jakiegoś schronienia. Przede mną roztaczała się panorama niekończącego się czerwonego piasku. Patrząc ponad horyzont widziałam czarny dym unoszący się w oddali. W totalnej dezorientacji parłam przed siebie. Po przejściu kilkuset metrów odbiłam się od wielkiej szklanej ściany. Oczy zaszły mi łzami, a gdy udało mi się odzyskać pole widzenia, krajobraz zmienił się całkowicie. Tym razem stałam na zielonej trawie. Moje stopy skąpane były w przyjemnie chłodnej rosie, a powietrze było rześkie. Za szklaną szybą widziałam ludzi powoli umierających od gorąca i braku wody. Leżeli w piasku, na którym jeszcze przed chwilą stały moje stopy. Usłyszałam szelest tuż za mną, a gdy się odwróciłam zobaczyłam zatroskaną kobietę. Patrzyła na obraz za szklaną ścianą. W pierwszej chwili myślałam, że jest smutna, ale gdy zbliżyła się do mnie zauważyłam, że jej oczy są pełne zimna. Rysy jej twarzy były spięte, a grymas jej ust wskazywał, że satysfakcja miesza się ze złością. Chciałam ją zapytać, dlaczego targają nią takie emocje, ale nie zdążyłam. Podbiegła do mnie niespodziewanie i popchnęła z całej siły na szklaną barierę, która pod ciężarem mojego ciała rozsypała się w drobne kawałeczki. Gdy spadałam w dół, aby dołączyć do umierających z pragnienia ludzi, wpatrywałam się w jej oczy bez emocji. Usłyszałam tylko z oddali jej głos mówiący, że zasłużyliśmy sobie na ten los, niszcząc konsekwentnie swój dom.

Otworzyłam powoli oczy. Znowu leżałam w swoim łóżku. Patrzyłam na sufit, po którym powoli przesuwały się promienie kwietniowego słońca, próbujące przedostać się przez zasłoniętą roletę. To był tylko sen. Z ulgą odwróciłam się na prawy bok i zobaczyłam małą karteczkę, na której widniał napis „kochaj swój dom”. Przerażenie nie pozwoliło mi zaczerpnąć oddechu. Najwidoczniej to nie był tylko sen…