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welcome

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[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

We meet again | In-ho x Fem!Reader | Ending

Summary: It was only one night for fun, you never thought you would see him again. Even less in a place like this one.

P1 P2 P3 P4

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - Pregnant!Reader - Non canon background for In-ho - Use of (Y/N) - Angst - Protective!In-ho - Medical inaccuracy - grammar mistakes - NON CANON EVENTS - Wrote before S3 so no idea how things will play. This can be really OOC - Would add more things but I would Spoil the ending -

You had no idea where you were at first. A light, then a flash of a person, multiple voices talking all at the same time. And the repeated sound of a machine.

A hospital? That was your first idea.

But what about the island ? The games ? Was all a nightmare your mind had conjured ? And what about your baby ?

Panic went throw your body, muscles screaming from your sudden move. You felt something in your nose, oxygen ? And your arms full of differents vials.

Soon a lot of nurses and a doctor came into the room. Trying to calm you down. Trying to settle you down and prevent you from ripping off the different medicines they were giving you.

But you did not respond. A sudden move made you hit someone, you had no idea who that person was.

Next thing you knew dark was once again taking over you.

The second time you woke up was different. Somehow your body felt lighter, like something was missing.

Wait.

Why was there a big pain in your stomach? Why did you feel less heavy ?

With trembling hands you moved the small hospital blanket and saw with horror a big scar on your belly.

The scream you left alerted the medical staff once again.

"Miss miss!! Please calm down, breath" A nurse said besides you

"My baby...you took my baby!! You screamed at her tears falling down your face. "Where is it? What did you do!!" The desesperation in your voice was clear, raw emotions filled you as you took a look around the white room.

"Miss listen please. You have been asleep for three weeks, your baby its fine I promise" The nurse said taking your hand "We had to remove it...your baby its a premature one but its fine"

"I want to see it, please"

The nurse gave a small nod signaling another nurse to go and find your baby.

"Take deep breaths, the doctor will come to check on how you are doing"

"I just want my baby, please I just want to see if its-"

The nurse returned a white blanket around a small body. Your body felt light like all was a dream. As she approached you and let you take a look. Your baby, sleeping without a care in the world.

"You can hold him Dear"

Him, it was a boy. A beautiful boy.

Carefully she passed the baby to you, you took it looking at him with so much love and care. You could not believe how something so fragile and cute could be here right now.

"Hello Little One...im your mom. Im sorry I was not here when you arrived"

The baby opened his eyes revealing deep dark ones, it did not scream at first reaching to touch your face with his small hand.

"Babys knows their mother" The nurse said smiling as she saw how you rocked the small kid a tiny smile on your tired face, and a few tears in your eyes.

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Turns out someone from the staff found you outside unconscious and they took you into emergency care fast. Your vital signs were stable but they were still worry over your baby and the low amount of iron you had.

The first week you were in intensive care, the doctors and nurses checking you every hour, making sure you were progressing for good and so was your baby.

However, things got complicated and they had to proceed with a emergency cesarean when some tests came out wrong. You and your baby were in vital danger and that was the only option.

Your baby was born premature, being 2.5 kg low birth weight, it was took to special care since you were still unconscious and recovering from the surgery.

Luckly your baby started to gain weight as soon as they started to feed him with special formulas, it soon got good color and all his still under developing organs were alright.

It was safe to say that by the time you woke up your baby was healthier than you. Did you care ? Of course not, you would give your life for him.

Breast feeding him was easier than what you did initially thought. And everybody was happy that your baby was so eager to be natural feed. It was important for mother-baby bond.

Days went on, the Hospital where you were was close to the coast town you once lived. You were confused and wondered how you had ended up there. Last thing you did remember was eating food under the watchful eye of a guard then nothing.

You were suprised by the visit of your Friends from town, someone from the hospital had contacted them since you had no parents alive and your brother was not responding.

Even the bar owner from where you met In-ho came by, to scold you like a old father. How could you ran away ? They were a small yet powerfull town and they protected their people.

During these days lots of things happened.

You discovered that your debt was all paid, your brother was found in another country and was now paying for what he had done. You were not interested in the details of that.

Your original house, the one from the town was still under your name and clean as if someone had been keeping check on it. But no one knew a thing.

Once you were free from the hospital and at home with your baby you discovered another thing.

When going out to buy groceries and baby food, you checked your account only to see so many zeros...hell you almost fainted there.

But you did not win, then why ? Was this their way of compensation ? You were repulsed by it and for months did not touch the money till it became impossible to keep going without doing it. You could not work yet and the others insisted on you resting.

Life was once again slow...like all of what had happened was a nightmare. Something you had made.

Did you go to the police? No. You could only imagine what they would think if you ever decided to talk, and you wanted to keep your baby safe.

Oh your dear son...it had his father's eyes and your hair. A perfect and beautiful mix. You would cry at night thinking on him. In-ho....who could not met his son, and your son that would grow up without a father.

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Jun-ho stood besides In-ho part of him wanting nothing but to kill his own brother and other to...well he was still deciding on the first one.

"You shot me! Without a dam care" Jun-ho said to his older brother who just moved his gloved hand like it was nothing.

"You left me no choice, it was to keep you safe..."

"Thanks to you I lost my job because no one would fucking believe me"

"And you blame them?" In-ho asked "You are still a naive kid, but you are my family and my blood..."

"Why let Seong Gi-hun live? Why me ? You killed the others, the team..."

"Because, there is a small balance I have to keep" In-ho said voice cold and eyes sharp "I cant stop this. Its a never ending circle, its not up to me or you. Or anyone, it goes far beyond that"

"I still dont understand...what makes you think I wont-"

"I have a favor to ask you" In-ho cut his younger brother off, who gave back an incredulous look.

"Really? After everything, you have the face to ask me for a favor?"

"You have a nephew" In-ho started pulling out the pic of a woman and a small kid, a few months old. "I met her once, then here again" He smiled saddly at the memory "Such a cruel fate...but I loved her, and him.." His finger passed over the photo.

"...You must be kidding me" Jun-ho said letting himself fall besides him in the dark couch "You- Do you realize how fucked up this is ? And what ? What do you want me to do ?"

"Check them for me. She does not have a family, and im dead to her-"

"Oh so you lied" Typical of him.

"Yes, it was for the best. Thats why im asking you to check on them. To be there for them. I dont care if you hate me but they, they deserve a family and I cant give them that"

Jun-ho pressed his lips seeing his older brother show a vulnerable side that was so...odd. So strange to see.

"Let me see them" Jun-ho asked looking at the pic, well various pics. You were smiling in most and the little baby looked healthy. He could not help but feel a jump at his heart, this kid was his nephew....even if his brother was far from perfect...He was right. Not you or the kid had the fault. And if he was the only family you two could get then he would do it.

"Fine, but im not doing it for you but them" Jun-ho accepted giving the pics back.

In-ho nodded taking a black envelope and passing it to him.

"What is this?" Jun-ho asked taking a peak inside.

"Your new name for when you met them, I never told her my real name. And some background so you dont go there without a reason. It would be too strange and last thing I want its to scare her"

Jun-ho took a deep breath opening the envelope getting ready to read and memorize his new identity.

Things you do for family.

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One year passed. Your life was back to normal. Your dear son grow up everyday,  triying to give him everytning you could and be the best mom.

Reading different books and being helped by the older woman from town was like heaven. You could carry your life on your own.

Your Friends loved your son, the amount of gifts he would get each time they visited...you had to tell them to stop it.

There was the money too. While you could live your life without having to work you decided you wanted to do something with it. And after long talks and hours you finally decided what to do.

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One morning you were just there, the TV on with a kids program as you studied some pappers. A knock at your door took you by suprise.

Slowly you got up and went there, still unsure but the person behind the door knocked again this time faster.

Jun-ho stood outside your door. Anxiety and fear on him. He had read your file and his background multiple times. But the idea of finally meeting you and his nephew....scared him a lot.

He knew he was not his older brother...knew he would not fill a place he had left. But he also wanted to be there for you and his newphew, after seeing how much you loved the kid...

The door opened and a heavy silence fell between both of you.

Jun-ho saw it all, the suprise on your face and the look of small recognition  over him. Even if him and his brother were not twins they did share genetics and by what he had read about you, you were not stupid, he was sure you were putting together the pieces by now.

"Hello" He paused not sure how to continue, even if he had prepared himself for this moment for so long.

"Hello...may I know who you are ?" You asked already blocking the door. Your eyes went over his face, taking the small details as your brain slowly connected him with In-ho.

Could it be ?

"Im Oh Jun-ho...In-ho's younger brother" He said the fake name with centrain disgust but hide it behind a smile.

"Younger brother ? He...he never said he had a younger brother..."

Of course not. He shot me that fucker-

"He is-was" he corrected himself "he was a reserved man", He went missing some time ago, the leads I followed made me come here. And some people said they saw you with him one night...

Well that was a lie. He knew that because thats whats he was suppose to say to you.

"Are you...still looking for him?" You asked your voice barely a whisper. Jun-ho could see your shoulder tremble, he knew you thought his brother was long dead, and it broke him to have to lie to you.

If you could only see how much you are hurting her

"Yes, thats why im here. Can I come in? I promise it wont take long. You can ask someone to come if you are not comfortable with a stranger in your home" Jun-ho added knowing you most likely would be a bit admant on letting him in.

And you were. Ever since you came back and saw that account with so much money,  you were always checking over your shoulder. A fresh set of alarms were installed at your house, and you made sure to double check everything. 

It was safe to say you were ready to kill for your son. And even if this stranger had some resemblance with In-ho...

"Wait here" You told him closing the door and texting your friend who worked at the local coffee from town explaining everything

His responde came quick, telling you to bring the stranger there and that he would keep an eye on him and in your son.

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"Alright lets go" Jun-ho hear you said, he turned around his heart beating fast at the sight of his nephew and In-ho's son.

Genetics did not lie. It did look like him.

"Right....were to?" He asked trying not to eye his newphew too much to not make you suspect that he knew more than what he was telling you.

"There is a coffee shop near, we can talk there"

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Jun-ho knew when he was being watched. Years in the police and as a detective have sharpered his senses. Of course he knew the friendly barista was giving him the side eye since you two ordered a drink and took a seat on a table a bit away from the rest.

He also took note of the guy who came up with your drinks. A guy tall, taller than him and fairy muscular, he had give you a polite smile and almost a dead look towards him.

So far he did not feel very welcome. But it was fair. After all you were being lied and he was helping with that lie, so this was the smallest price he should pay.

If anything part of him should be greateful you had someone to look after you. He did read in your file about your parents death and the piece of trash your brother was.

Hell, he hoped he could be a better uncle than him.

"What did you want to talk about?" Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts

He blinked back and nodded, composing himself.

"As I said" He started slowly "Im In-ho's younger brother. He went missing a few months back...and I started to look for him"

Well months was a lie. Years by now.

"I used to be a detective in Seoul, I tried to find him and followed different leads but nothing would came out from it" He made a pause to take a sip from his coffee "Then I found out he was...hiding"

"Hiding?" You asked a bit scared.

So when we met he was hiding? Thats why he left so quickly?

"Yeah" Jun-ho felt his skin crawl back at the lies "I found out he was in debt and was going from city to towns. To avoid them. This was the last place he was seen..."

Jun-ho let the lie set on you. He could see your brain working, maybe trying to pull out dates and reasons too.

"Im sorry I was not faster" Jun-ho continued "I really wanted to find him, I wanted to bring him home..."

He saw you nod and a few tears forming on your eyes.

Jun-ho went to his pocket and pulled out a very old picture. A picture of a different time. When things were more simple.

"This is me and him" Jun-ho showed you "He was a fellow detective, I actually joyned the force becaue of him" Jun-ho said smiling at that time when he was inspired by In-ho.

You took the pic traseing on the younger features of In-ho, he looked happier, less tired and stressed than what you did remember from the games...

"And...you think he-"

The cries from your boy stopped you. You took him out from the stroller to try and shh him down. The little bundle of joy was just boring for what it seems. You checked the time and saw that his feed time was still for another hour.

"Sorry to ask but...that baby" Jun-ho started not really knowing how to proceed.

He saw you pull the baby closer to you, like you were trying to protect him from the world. Or maybe from him.

"I-" You took a deep breath calming yourself and your baby down. "Its true what you know. I did met your brother. We met one night at the local bar. The one near the docks. We passed the night together but he was gone when I woke up" The words died in your throat as you remember all the times in the game and the soft moment during Migle. When he was able to touch your belly and talk to his kid. "I discovered I was pregnant, but for personal reasons I left this town for some time"

Jun-ho did know. It was scary how much he knew but he faked that this was all new.

"My brother left a debt on me. I had to work in Seoul to pay it off. I was then able to return here. If In-ho was here during that time...I cant known. I was not here. Im sorry I cant help you more"

Like In-ho had told him, you would most likely not mention the games, the money you got, or the fact that you believed he was dead.

Jun-ho nodded and a few minutes of silence passed between both of you. Each one with their own thoguhts.

"I never got your name Miss.."

"Oh...its (Y/N)" You responded being too caught up to even think of that.

"And your son's name..."

"In-ho" Jun-ho felt his heart fell "I named him after his father"

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Even if the start of the conversation was tense and full of doubts on your side. The more you talked to Jun-ho the more relaxed you got. He showed you some more pics of him and In-ho and even shared some stories from when they were young.

It helped you to imagine how he was and how he could have been if he was outside with you and your son.

"I dont want to interrump in your life" Jun-ho had said as both walked together to your home "But I cant ignore the fact that I have a nephew...and if you let me I would love to be part of his life. I dont want to replace In-ho, I know I could never do it"

You looked at Jun-ho's eyes for any indication of a lie or ulterior motive. But found nothing, just a Man, a brother lost in the look for his older brother and now finding out that he was an uncle.

At the end your kid was an extension of In-ho, and you could not blame Jun-ho for wanting to be part of his life. If anything it was quiet cute and a noble wish.

"I...I dont mind if you are part of his life. Well our lives. I cant say im kind on going to Seoul but-"

"No, thats fine. I can work with what you are more comfortable" Jun-ho said remembering the strong emphasis his brother had made on pulling your needs first.

"Thanks, its a city that just brings back bad memories..."

Jun-ho nodded once more. He took out his phone and offered it to you.

"You can put your number..or I can give you mine. You dont have to save it just..."

"I will give you mine" You softly said pulling your contact information and giving it back. "Do you plan on staying more days at the town?"

Honestly? No. Jun-ho was already planning on leaving to rest in the next town and then go back to his brother.

But...a few more days could not hurt...

"Yes..I think I have a reason to stay for a few more days" He said smiling at the baby.

You smiled back then after giving it a long thought asked "Would you like to hold him?"

"Really?" Jun-ho asked being taken back so much he did take a step back and felt dumb for it.

"You are his uncle...I trust you will not let him fall" You said getting your kid who blinked at you giving a soft smile

"Never. I would never hurt him" Jun-ho said with maybe more force than needed.

When he felt the baby in his arms he felt so much. The little thing looked at him, curious on who this stranger was.

His little hands went to touch his shirt and Jun-ho could not help but smile. It did resemble the old baby pics his mother had of him and In-ho and in a way it felt wrong that he was holding his son before him.

But at the same time. He felt a deep connection, call it genetics, call it love, whatever it was Jun-ho did swear there that no harm would ever come to this kid. Or you, even if you deserved more than a lie. He would make sure you and your kid were safe.

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4 Years Later

Laughted filled the kid's park as some ran playing tag and others pulled their friends in the hammocks.

Your son, now five years old was lost in a game of tag with other kids from his school. Part of his hair flew in the air under his hat as he smiled when he was tagged and went for another kid.

You watched it from a near bench. Your work being flexible in hours was a plus when it came down on passing time with him.

"Mom" His sweet voice called as he came running with a bit of sweat. The summer was soon coming and the heat was just staring.

"Yes In-ho?" You asked adjusting the hat on his head. After years you have been able to say the name without it hurting that much to the point of hold back tears.

"Yejun and the others wants to go to the near store to get ice cream, pelease mom can I go too?"

You knew he was begging to go alone with his friends. Even if you knew everybody at the Town and Jun-ho had been a presece on his life and yours that made you feel less lonely and safe...you still got worried over him. Like any mother would.

"Alright" You said giving him a bit of money "But stay close to Yejun, you think you can do that little one?" You asked smiling at him.

"Mom! Im five now" He said taking the momeny and blushing "But yes! I wont separate from them"

"Thats my son" You said seeing him go off with Yejun and the others.

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A few months back on a different location:

In-ho stood over a big map, the island map and the new games that would be incorporated. It demanded new structures and more space. But after the last ones he needed to make this ones better.

The room was filled with soft jazz as he looked over the map and then at the games, a headache forming.

"Too much work for you?"

A voice he thought he would never hear in a situation like this one asked mocking him.

In-ho did not turn when Gi-hun entered the room, wearing clothes that resembled his own. The shaped mask removed.

"Its thanks to you that I have to make this games better" In-ho bite back getting a laught from Gi-hun

"The VIPs did not like seeing two lovers die last game and lose to me?" He asked getting a sound from In-ho

"Of course not. They are greedy pigs we both know it" In-ho responded turning back to look at Gi-hun.

If anyone would have told him that ex-player 456 and him would work together at the island In-ho would have actually laughted because the idea was absurd.

But here they were now. Usually Gi-hun was more on the security part. Kind of funny since he once wanted to end the games. But he also took a big part on picking up who the different recruiters have to to for.

"What do you want?" In-ho finally asked knowing Gi-hun would prefer to be on his part of the island than with him.

"I was just passing and seeing the calendar" Gi-hun said taking a seat. "The deadlines are close and your progress has been...rather slow"

"Im working on it. I will have it" In-ho said giving him his back again.

"I know its because of that woman and your kid. The kid's birthday is coming right?"

"Careful with what you say" In-ho said now fully turned killing Gi-hun with a simple look. But Gi-hun was not affected by it.

"You know, I did suspect you two were closer than what you two let out during the games...but to think you were the father.."

"Get to the point Seong" In-ho grunted

"I have a daughter too. She its in America as you know. Everyday I ask myself If i did the right thing getting back here and not going to her..."

In-ho said nothing already feeling where this conversation was going.

"But I change. I was never a good father. I tried but it was never enough. And after the first games..I was a mess. I could not see myself raising her. No after what I have done"

The jazz music played for a few seconds before he continued

"But its different with you. (Y/N) met you after you did win and while you were the only one moving this games. You two managed to connect and even create a life"

"She thinks im dead. And its better that way" In-ho said trying to even convince himself

"Dont you miss her ? Or your kid ? Dont you ever think on going to them ?"

Of course he did. Multiple times. The first two years were hell for him. Getting updates from Jun-ho about you and his son. His son who you have named after him. He did play the idea of going to you, maybe telling you everytning...but he was also scared. How would you react to it ? Knowing that after everything he was alive and on top of that he was the one behind the games ? No. He could never do that to you.

"Of course I miss her, I miss both of them. But seeing me would only make her miserable. She has my brother to help her out and my son has a great uncle. They dont need me"

Even it hurted so much to say it.

"Im just saying, I believe you have a chance. Your situation with her may be....complicated but if there is love then there is a chance"

"Since when did you become a psycologist?"

Gi-hun just laughted but without meaning it. Standing up he acomodated his clothes back.

"Im just saying, you may live in misery the rest of your life if you dont do something"

"Get out" Were the only words Gi-hun got in response.

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Present time:

In-ho ran behind Yejun and the others, ice cream in hand.

"Cmon run faster!!" Yejun called over his shoulder and In-ho tried to without letting his ice cream fell.

A hard air breeze hit him on the face pulling out his hat.

In-ho watched it flew back, running towards it. It was a hat Jun-ho his uncle had got him. He could not afford to lose it.

Plus you would be pissed and would remove his game rights for a week at least.

Just as he was about to pick it up another hand a bigger one did.

Both In-ho's looked at each other. One not knowing the connection they did share and the other with the hear up in his throat at the sight.

Yes He had seen the pictures, but there was nothing that could compare on seeing his son on the flesh. He had his eyes and your hair. Being a perfect combination of both of you.

"Sir...thats my hat. Can I please get it back?" In-ho asked keeping a safe distance from the strange man.

In-ho smiled nodding offering the hat back, his son eyed him for a moment then took it making sure it was well put on his head.

"You should not lose it. Its a good hat" In-ho said getting a look from his son who gave a bow back.

"No I wont, thanks Sir!" He responded bowing

"I dont think your mother would like you losing it"

He saw his son's eye get bigger and he almost laughted at it.

"N-no, she would hate me for that"

"Hate its a strong world. She would be angry but im sure it would pass" In-ho said now a full smile on his face.

"...Yeah but she wont let me play videogames if I lost it" He hear his son whisper. He also took notice of the ice cream now starting to melt. He pulled out his wallet and handed some wones to his son who did not move.

"Your ice cream is melting, this is so you can buy a new one"

"Mom says to never accept things from strangers that everything has a price" His son responded making him smile even more. 

"Your mom its very intelligent, if I tell you my name would you accept it?"

He saw his son brain go wild but at the end nodding.

"Im Oh In-ho"

If his son's eyes could get any bigger then these would be out of his face. His mouth open in suprise.

"You....you and me- we"

"IN-HO!! IN-HO DEAR WHERE ARE YOU" The desesperated screams from you cut his son's words off.

"MOM!!" In-ho called turning back seeing you going towards him with Yejun and Yejun's mom behind.

"What did I tell you about staying with Yejun?" You asked checking him for any injury "What happened ? Why did you got separated?"

"A strong wind took my hat and then this man returned it and even offered me money to buy ice cream since mine is melting-"

"Men? What men?" Yejun's mom asked looking around

"What? He was right...there" In-ho said to a now empy space with only some wones on the floor now.

"We should go back. I will tell the police to check this zone" Yejun's mom adviced you taking his own kid's hand.

"Yes, lets go In-ho"

"But mom! The Man and I had the same name!!" In-ho said all too happy to notice the look on your face.

"What..."

"Yes!! He told me his name was In-ho too, and that since I knew his name I could take the money"

For a few seconds you did not move or say a thing. It could...no it could not be. Maybe it was another men with the same name.

"Lets go In-ho. I will get you another ice cream on the way home"

"But mom the money..."

"Leave it, and you are grounded"

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For your son that day was lost in his memory like many others. For you it was a day that made you get hope back. Hope that maybe just maybe In-ho was alive and because of the danger he was not showing himself.

But even if that was the case. Time passed, and never a thing like that one happened again.

Jun-ho had listened to your rant that same night on the phone trying to calm you down while thinking that he would kill his brother. He came next day as a suprise visit for In-ho but it was to make sure you were alright.

And so, four more years passed. Your son now ten years old full of life. A top student, a kind soul.

He was now able to go on his own between home, school and your flower shop.

Yes, after lots of goes and backs you managed to start your own flower shop. It did take time but you were glad you did. It was the only one in the town and was near your house and In-ho's school.

Jun-ho had said it was fitting for you. He was there during all the tedious process till the big opening.

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"I will be going for his birthday" Jun-ho said to his brother in his aparment in Seoul.

"He will be ten by now" In-ho whispered drinking some beer Jun-ho had.

"Yes, (Y/N) planned a big party for him" Jun-ho said smiling at your different ideas

"She is a good mother" In-ho said smiling looking at the empy glass

"...You should go"

"Werent you the one who did threat me last time?  If I did show myself again ?" In-ho asked

"Thats because you ran away like a coward. (Y/N) was paranoid for days and her mental state got bad"

"Yes, thats why its better to go on like this"

"Really? Is this what you want? See your kid grow up from the shadows?"

"Jun-ho.."

"Listen I know, what you do is dangerous and you lied to her. But now its Gi-hun who does most of the things at the Island. You are there more like a face of sorts"

"Jun-ho I lied to her. She thinks im dead"

"I know. But so did I. I lied to her to help you. But I know her, I have know her for the past nine years. She still loves you, and I dare to say she still waits for you to return to her"

"She is good, but she wont ever forgive me.."

"Thats were you are wrong. Will she be angry? Yes, and with reason but will that anger be bigger than her love for you? No. Trust me on this. That woman...she loves you too much. You dont deserve her"

"I know"

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"Uncle!!" The voice of In-ho sounded between the laught and other kid's voices.

Jun-ho smiled, seeing how tall he had got. Each day he looked more and more like a perfect mix of you and his brother.

"Hello Sport" Jun-ho called back messing up his hair.

"Stop it! Mom does this enough" In-ho said separating and re doing his hair.

"Does that mean you dont want your birthday gift  ? Directly from Seoul ?" Jun-ho asked crossing his arms and smiling when he saw the quick change in expression.

"No-no!! Of course I want it" In-ho said taking Jun-ho's shirt and seeing behind his back. "Where is it?!!"

"Wait wait, your birthday its tomorrow" Jun-ho said pulling him away but still smiling "Why dont we get some ice coffee for your mom and some ice chocolate for you?" He asked and his newphew nodded.

"Yes! Mom said there is someone getting married next town and they left her tons of work" In-ho started to say walking towards the coffee store knowing the route by memory with Jun-ho besides him.

"Really? And she can handle it alone?"

"She hired someone! Not sure who he is, does not talk much. Dark hair and kind of tall"

Probably someone In-ho himself sent Jun-ho tought rolling his eyes

"Uncle?"

"Mhm?"

"Are you upset?" In-ho inoccent voice asked "I- mom says we need to look out for these who care about and I dont want you to feel bad" In-ho said looking to the side.

Jun-ho smiled, his heart doing jumps at his sweet nephew. It did seem that he had got your caring personality.

"Im fine Sports. Dont worry, lets get you that ice chocolate and a drink for your mom"

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This is a bad idea. In-ho's mind said as he walked the streets down where your store was. You should go back, nothing good will come from this.

In-ho stood just a few meters away from your shop. He sweet alluring smell of the different flowers hitting him.

He saw the guy he had sent to help you (not that you needed to know that) get out with lots of boxes and putting them inside a ban. He drove off. In-ho knew it.

It was now or never, the last chance.

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You moved around the back of the store. Checking different recipes and dates. The weeding next Town have proved to be a challenge for you. So much you had to hire someone to help you out.

But things were going good. Even if some days your body hurt from moving so much. Or your fingers tremble from making the different flower arrangements.

It was worth at the end, seeing the happiness in others. It gave you a sense of...comfort, and part of you liked to think that In-ho watched over you. Specially when you tended the greenhouse right next to the store. The natural smell and the connection with the dirt...it felt good. It grounded yourself.

You would close your eyes and imagine that he was standing there. Just watching you work with a rare yet soft smile, one that was saved only for you.

"Mom? What are your favorite flowers?" You kid had asked when he was seven years old while you two planted some seeds.

"My favorite flower...and from where comes the question?" You asked back passing him something to clean himself up.

"Well...I like games. And animals, but I have a favorite one...and you like flowers"

"So I must have a favorite one then?" You smiled and he nodded

"Well....I think my favorite ones are Iris..and do you know why?"

He said no and you explained.

"There is a thing, called Language of Flowers, and in them Iris means Hope. I believe its a good thing to have"

"But we studied languages at class and that was never mentioned!" In-ho said somehow offended by the fact that such a thing was never teached to him.

"Oh my dear, I can teach you if you want" In-ho agreed almost getting up to go for some papper and pens but you stopped him.

"Shower first"

"But mom-" A single look from you made him stop "Alright"

A few weeks passed, while you were at the store In-ho entered running, almost knocking a few flowers.

"In-ho! No running inside the store" You said getting up and going towards him but he ignored you pulling out his notebook.

"A chrysanthemum Mom!! You are a chrysanthemum" In-ho said signaling a drawing of the flower then an arrow and a silly draw of you.

"What..."

"Because, chrysanthemum means eternal beauty !! And mom, you are beautiful and eternal" In-ho said showing you the meaning under the draw.

You cried hugging him.

"Mom? Are you...crying?"

"No Son...im just happy. Im just really happy.

The sound of the door opening indicating that a new costumer have arrived made you came back. Not hearing your son or Jun-ho's voice let you knew it was not them.

"One moment please!" You said giving the flower arrangement its final details, the white and pastel yellows giving the cala flowers its final touch.

You left it there and went to the front moving your hair, to try and look less of a mess.

"Welcome! How can I help you-"

Your world stopped. The air in your lungs vanished and your vision went from zero to thousand. A few tears forming.

There was no way, you blinked, maybe you were seeing things again.

But no, there he was. In the flesh. Chest raising and falling indicating that he was alive.

Your In-ho, the Man you loved.

"Hello (Y/N)...we meet again"

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Notes:

ITS FINALLY HERE!! THE END OF THIS SERIES. Thanks a lot for these who read this since part one and waited till this end. I had a hard personal time but was able to pull it out!! I truly hope you like it.

And if you are reading this after you read this in one go Thanks too!!

This was my first series. I never really planned on making one. I wanted it to be two parts but I kept adding things. And then the ending got longer as my brain gave my more ideas.

And yes I used flowers for meaning, I google them! So if something is wrong...well sorry.

Questions you may have:

Is this really the ending?

A) YES!! This is the ending. Its happy or sad ? Not even I know, I would call it bittersweet.

Would you ever write more for this?

A) If I do its going to be pieces of them as family but nothing complex.

What was In-ho doing these nine years?

A) Working as the Front Man and being too scared too approach the love of his life. But he kept a close eye on her.

Why is Gi-hun now helping with the games?

A) Easy, because its a fanfic and I wanted that end for him. Besides i feel like it fits him. He is too broken to go back to a normal life.

The guy (Y/N)'s hires is the guard from S2 EP7 ?

A) Well he dies in canon but you can think its him but older!!

Did Jun-ho felt romantic feelings for (Y/N) at some point?

A) Up to you to decide! I dont think (Y/N) would ever move from In-ho so I can assure you. She never slept with Jun-ho or had any interest in him as a romantic partner.

What happened to (Y/N)'s brother?

A) Up to you! But he never shows again in her life and In-ho Jrs does not know about him.

Did my favs survive the games?

A) Again, up to you!!

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[morbidology]

For 25 years, Blanche Monnier remained confined to this room, cut off from the world. Her existence was a living nightmare. The room was described as a "filthy, vermin-infested dungeon," with Blanche lying naked on a straw mattress, emaciated and surrounded by her own waste. The windows were shuttered, preventing any light from entering the room, and Blanche was left to endure her imprisonment in complete darkness.

The Monnier family maintained an outward appearance of normalcy, going about their lives as respected members of the community. Louise Monnier, known for her philanthropy, managed to conceal the dark secret of her daughter's confinement from friends, neighbors, and even the domestic servants.

The reason for the confinement was because Blanche wanted to marry a man her mother didn't approve of. He was a lawyer, and her mother thought of him as "penniless" and not worthy of her socialite daughter.

Blanche's grim ordeal came to an end on May 23, 1901, when the Paris Attorney General's office received an anonymous letter detailing her imprisonment. The police were skeptical at first but decided to investigate. Upon arrival at the Monnier residence, they were confronted by a foul stench emanating from the attic. Breaking down the door, they found Blanche in a state of extreme malnutrition, weighing a mere 55 pounds (25 kg).

The sight that greeted the officers was nothing short of horrific. Blanche, now 52 years old, was covered in filth, her hair matted, and her body skeletal from years of neglect. She was immediately taken to a hospital, where she received medical treatment and began her slow recovery.

The discovery of Blanche Monnier's imprisonment shocked France and the rest of the world. Her mother, Louise Monnier, was arrested but died 15 days later, possibly from a heart attack. Her brother, Marcel Monnier, was tried and initially found guilty, sentenced to 15 months in prison. However, he was later acquitted on appeal, as the court deemed he had been mentally incapacitated by his domineering mother and not fully responsible for his actions.

Blanche Monnier spent the rest of her life in a psychiatric hospital, never fully recovering from the trauma of her confinement.

[vixstarria]

✨Prepare for an unsolicited info dump✨

I was tagged by @herdarkestnightelegance - thanks!

Do you make your bed? Yes, always - I might leave other things lying around, but the bed is the no. 1 thing that always gets done - otherwise the bedroom looks too messy and irks me

Favorite number? I don't have a favourite number.

What’s your job? So... I work in a small law firm as the person who does everything but provide legal advice. Accounts, IT, HR, admin, random paralegal stuff - I'm your guy (gn). No one at work really knows exactly what it is I do, but they generally assume I'm always busy, which provides ample opportunity to shitpost on tumblr during work hours. E.g. right now. I love my job.

If you could go back to school would you? Absolutely not, I still have PTSD and recurring nightmares about school. I mean, I don't mind learning, per se, but I would strongly prefer it to be on my own terms, remote, and outside of a formal academic environment. And definitely not in the country I grew up and went to school in.

Can you parallel park? Strangely enough, yes. I do note that I do not have a license, however.

Do you think aliens are real? There has to be alien life of some kind out there, but it won't be little green men in blinking flying saucers. ...Although then again, hey, within the infinity of the universe, maybe there ARE little green men in saucers as well, somewhere, who knows?

Can you drive a manual car? Strictly within the confines of an empty parking lot - sure

What’s your guilty pleasure? Oh gosh, of what kind? Food - spicy ramen noodles with a bunch of stuff (mushrooms, egg, etc) thrown in. I love it, but I swear I immediately gain a kg any time I have a bowl. Music - early 2000's R&B, pop and nu metal. It's nostalgia, okay? Media - reality fashion shows that involve competitions, e.g. Project Runway, or ANTM. And cooking shows, but I don't feel guilty about those lol.

Tattoos? No, nothing's ever struck me as significant enough for me to want to have it on my skin permanently. If I had a weird scar I would cover it up with a tattoo, though.

Favorite color? Purple, especially lilac and lavender shades.

Favorite types of music? It fluctuates, but I've mostly been on an electronic / industrial binge lately.

Do you like puzzles? Puzzles often make me feel like an idiot, but if there is no timer, pressure or audience - sure. ...Or like, jigsaw puzzles? I fkn LOVE jigsaw puzzles.

Any phobias? Nope.

Favorite childhood sport? Bold of you to assume I participated in ANY sport as a child, much less had a favourite. Uh. Ice skating and rollerblading was fun, I guess. I sometimes contemplate getting rollerblades again, but then I also rather enjoy all my bones being intact. 🤔

Do you talk to yourself? All the time, although mostly in the form of muttered swears and various exclamations.

What movies do you adore? I'm going to pass on this one, or it might turn into a very long rant. To summarise: I like weird movies, horror and comedy horror. Some examples: Mulholland Drive, Eraserhead, Army of Darkness.

Coffee or tea? Both. Start the day with coffee, then drink tea for the remainder. I'm very particular with my coffee though - every morning begins with a little ritual of grinding whole beans and preparing it with a french press.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? One of my earliest memories is me wondering what I wanted to be when I grew up, and my little 4 or 5 year old brain thinking that my only options were teacher, doctor and cashier, for some reason, and being sad because I didn't want to be any of those. I don't think I ever wanted to be anything, as a child - I just wanted to read my books and play with my toys. In fact, I still feel that way. 😠

No pressure tagging (and sorry for any repeats): @spacebarbarianweird @thechaoticdruid @snowfolly @brabblesblog @confused-butter-toast @tragedybunny

[ladyofthebluelight]

Hey guys, unfortunately there will be no new chapter of the fanfic this week but I decided to instead share an updated version of Taeko’s profile and personal info:

Name: Taeko Kamado.

Alias/Nicknames:

Petit Papillon (by Polnareff).

The empath (by Enyaba).

Sunshine (by Hol Horse).

Stand: Queen Titania.

Stand card: Queen of wands.

Age: 17.

Gender: Female.

Year of Birth: 1971.

Place of Birth: Japan.

Occupation: High school student.

Voice actor(sub): Chiwa Saito (Yona from Akatsuki no Yona).

Voice actor(dub): Erika Harlacher (Elizabeth Liones from Nanatsu no Taizai).

Quirks: She is terrible at lying or hiding secrets, her eye twitching is a dead giveaway when she is doing so.

Hair color: Black to red.

Eye color: Dark red.

Skin tone: Tanned.

Scars: She has a small scar on her left upper arm from the first time she tried to use a real katana and accidentally cut herself.

Height: 165 cm (5'5").

Weight: 60 kg.

Favorite color: Blue.

Likes:

Bonding with other people.

Making her loved ones happier.

Spending time with Titania or the other crusaders.

Learning more about her grandfather’s journey.

Dislikes:

Her confusing nightmare.

Seeing innocent lives being taken.

Witnessing any form of unjustified violence.

Feeling powerless.

Strengths:

Inherited fighting instincts.

Hard skull.

Speed and reflexes above the ordinary.

Enhanced sense of smell.

Swordswoman in training (can use both water and flower breathing techniques).

Weaknesses:

Incomplete control of total breathing technique.

Prone to manipulation.

Deep self doubt.

Sensory overload.

Family:

Kiyoto Kamado (Father).

Eiko Kamado (Mother).

Tanjiro Kamado(Paternal grandfather).

Kanao Kamado(Paternal grandmother).

????(Maternal grandfather).

????(Maternal grandmother).

Pets: Chachamaru... kind of.

Role model: Her grandfather (Tanjiro Kamado).

Fears:

Not living up to her family’s legacy.

Losing another loved one.

Goals:

Dominating the total breathing technique.

Form meaningful bonds with other people.

Learning Sun breathing.

Finding out why DIO is after her.

Saving Holly(Seiko) Kujo’s life.

Love interest: ???? (I am still considering it, but she will probably have one).

Allies:

Yushiro “Yamamoto”.

Chachamaru.

Jotaro Kujo.

Joseph Joestar.

Jean Pierre Polnareff.

Kakyoin Noriaki.

Muhammad Avdol.

Enemies:

DIO.

DIO’s henchman.

Bio: Taeko is the only granddaughter of Tanjiro Kamado, being born fifty two years after the final battle and the disbandment of the demon slayer corp. Taeko, during her first nine years of life, spent a lot of time with her grandfather, hearing stories of his youth. Which led her to developing a deep admiration of both her grandfather and the demon slayers. Not too long after his death, her father found out her imaginary friend wasn't actually an imaginary friend. He called for a family acquaintance, Yushiro, to help but the demon didn't know what a stand was so he wasn't able to offer more than speculation. After that, Yushiro became a part of her day to day life being present in key events like when she found out Titania had a katana and joined the kendo club. She also asked for stories of her grandfather and his friends from him, deepening her knowledge on the events of demon slayer. One year prior to the events of Stardust crusaders, she lost her father to the same illness that killed Tanjuro Kamado, resulting in her and her mother moving to another house and her exchanging schools. She ended up in the same classroom as Jotaro Kujo, not realizing how her meeting with the delinquent would change her life.

[melihel-shadowhorn]

Melihël Shadowhorn Character Sheet

" There is no easy way from the earth to the stars "

✦ Name: Melihël Shadowhorn  ✦ Nicknames: Meli, Mel ✦ Race: Levistus tiefling ✦ Class: sorcerer, stellar soul ✦ Alignment: neutral good ✦ Age: 32 ✦ Stats (level 1): STR 8 | DEX 15 | COS 13 | INT 12 | WIS 10 | CHA 17 ✦ Gender: cisgender female ✦ Sexuality: pan / grey ace ✦ Favorite color: yellow / gold ✦ Likes: magic, stars, lemon crust pie, her familiar ✦ Dislikes: devils and demons, gods, tight spaces (claustrophobia), crowds ✦ Hobbies: drawing, stargazing ✦ Appearance: - Height/weight: 1,65 m / 59 kg - Eyes: left yellow, right light blue, both flaming - Hair: white, long, wavy, braids - Horns / tail: two sets of black horns, points dyed yellow / tail medium to long, pointy end, scales - Piercings: two sets of earrings on each ear - Tattoos: forehead down the nose and cheeks, on her chin, in golden colors ✦ Extra: - dark freckles all over her body - a visible scar on her left cheek going down her jaw - her skin and breath feels always cold because of her fiendish bloodline

✦ Personality:

She was once a rebellious child, talkative, curious, always boasting and showing about her rare cosmic powers, pride taking over her younger self. It didn't change while the years in the Blackstaff academy, if not more selfish than ever.

Something changed deep in her after the months in Avernus. A spark died in her, just to burn bright in a new, different way.

Changed forever, she was now very quiet, speaking her mind only if asked about, and favour a small company of friends over a crowd.

She's selfless, gentle and caring, reaching a hand to whoever needed it and going further.

But don't mistake her kindness for weakness. She will protect whoever hurts those who love with all means necessary. Her powers are as deadly as ever, training every day.

Maybe the only thing unchanged was her love for magic and her curiosity.

✦ Bio:

✦ Past: born in Elturel, her father, Kairon, was a hellrider, her mom, Rieta, an artist, both levistus tieflings. Her father earned his last name in battle and Melihel proudly uses it till this day in his memory. Somehow, they chose an elfic name instead of an infernal one. She had 3 older sisters and brothers, who she loved deeply. 

She got accepted in the famous Blackstaff academy because of her rare cosmic powers and studied in the same years as the famous prodigy Gale, who outshadowed her. She tried to make friends with the prodigy... But he was always crowded with others, and then completely disappear.

Melihël got home years later with her diploma and with her new raven familiar, Morniar, just enough in time to see her family die as her beloved city descends into Avernus, where she survived somehow with the help of the hellriders, lead by a tiefling named Zevlor, a colleague of her father's, until the city was somehow brought back onto the Material plane. She still has nightmares of the time in Hell.

✦ Present: Exiled from Elturel as every other tiefling after a new wave of hatred and mistrust against the fiend race, she decided to stick together with the refugees and Zevlor, determined to take her people safely to Baldur’s gate.

✦ Future: after defeating the Elder Brain, she settles down with the refugees, the group who decided to not stay in Baldur's gate, in the now cleansed Shadow-Cursed lands, to live peacefully. She teaches magic to kids. She is still in contact with her companions.

✦ For Tavs: she joins them to defeat the goblins and free the way for her people, stays because she enjoys travelling with Tav and their companions. Separates temporarely at the end of Act 2, deciding it was best help Zevlor the refugees until the end. You can find her again in the refugee camp in Rivington, arguing with the baldurians.

✦ Alternative universes and timelines tags:

- [ au ✦ elturel ] : child / teenage / alumni, living in Elturel with her family - [ au ✦ blackstaff academy ] : a younger, arrogant Meli, studying in the academy, mastering her powers - [ au ✦ descent ] : her time during the descent in Elturel, fighting for her dear life in Avernus  - [ au ✦ ending ] : post game, living peacefully in the ex Cursed-Shadowlands, marrying Zevlor an teaching children of the village magic - [ au ✦ modern ] : present modern life, she’s an artist and art teacher

Wip. May add more info later.

[end-l3ss-v0id]

VOID sans

Link to the picrew: Undertale Skeleton Creator 2.0｜Picrew Oc Template Bio by: Bonnieblue248 on DeviantArt

Full Name: VOID Sans Nickname(s): Abyss, Vee or Space Age: ??? Gender: Genderless (all pronouns) Birth Date: September 28th (my birthday :D) Death Date: REACTED Race: Monster Species: Skeleton Sexuality: Pansexual Soul and Trait: Monster soul (it's grey) Relationship Status: No current relationship Current Status: alive & dead (somehow) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Previous Residence: Average UT timeline Current Residence: a VOID somewhere

Affiliations: N/A Occupation: find his timeline

Character’s Appearance

General Appearance: (Describe the character’s physical appearance.) Height: 5'3 Weight: 58.3 KGS Handedness: Right Important Item: his headband

About The Character

Personality: Void is a quiet and reserved person unless you get to know them, then they're like a toddler on Christmas morning. (most of the time they dont have an expression it's just blank thoughts)

Likes: sweets, most types of music, sleep & cats. Dislikes: mostly everything

Hobbies: art & voice acting Fears: dogs, silence, the dark, death, & heights.

Habits: energy drink obsession because the human introduced them to her, procrastination & stays up most of the night Mannerisms: quietly unless you're close with him. Personal Goals: Find his timeline.

The Character's Relationships with Others

Reputation: VOID is seen as an odd person by most but he's quite nice depending on the person

-sans au's inculded- Love Interest(s): NONE Friend(s): Swap, Outer, Frisk, Alter & Classic Ally(ies): Dream, Cross(X) Geno, Reaper Neutral(s): Echo, horror, Something New (Killer), Ink, & Fresh. Enemy(ies)/scared of: Nightmare, ERROR & Dust Family: Papyrus & Gaster (in his timeline)

Relationships Swap Sans - He enjoys his company a lot, due to reminding him of papyrus Outer Sans - he loves Outer's AU, he thinks it is really pretty: they have a good relationship. Alter Sans - Reminds him of Toriel, he enjoys his company. (they have an chat called Teatime for gossip) Classic Sans - I mean, who wouldn't want to be friends with the original Frisk - Void think's they are a great kid.

Dream Sans - Begs for good dreams from him Cross(X) Sans - He think's cross is strong and often asks him for fighting tips. Geno Sans - he feels bad for Geno and tries his best to show up and talk with him when he can. Reaper sans - a little scared of him because death. Echo Sans/G Sans - he doesn't like the smell of smoke, but he thinks G is cool so he doesn't say anything about it to him. Horror Sans - both admires and fears him. Something New/Killer Sans - freaked out by his eyes Ink Sans - he doesn't like ink but at the same time he doesn't mind him Fresh - same thing as INK

Nightmare Sans - DONT GIVE ME NIGHTMARES PLEASE Error Sans - don't delete me Dust Sans - i'ma stay 50ft away from you

The Character’s Abilities

Powers/Abilities:

Black Hole - Spawns a black hole and sucks up everything for a span of 5 minutes.

WD hands. - just WD hands without the souls, he can use them to imitates the ground and shift the flooring or rubble into a massive hand to crush or squish things

Strengths: Healing items (obviously) Weaknesses: surprise attacks Restrictions: Black hole is only at a limit of 5 minutes, if it goes past that limit, he couldn't be able to control it

The Character’s Battle Information

Attacks: Gaster blasters, bones, WD hands. Special Attack: Black Hole Weapon(s): magic Armor: N/A Stats

LV: 4

HP: 20

DF: 9

AT:5

[purpleowl666]

𝓦𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓼~

𝓟 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂

𝓘 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓝 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓭

𝓚 𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓵!

I'm so glad to finally introduce my Stardust crusader Oc, Sarah Luna in a little collage💓.

Name: Sarah Luna

Nationality: Mexican-Japanese

Age: 18 years old

Birthday: October 3rd, 1969.

Zodiac sign: Libra ♎

Mbti type: Istj 4w5

Height: 1.70 cm

Weight: 54 kgs/ 119 pounds.

Stand: Moon Lullaby (ability: Can put any life form to sleep and make them to experience livid dreams or nightmares)

Likes: Pink, jewels, any type of stones (as long as they're rare or pretty), feathers, kickboxing, reading and shopping.

Dislikes: Maths, churches, any kind of religion in general, bugs, grains, sea water, closed windows or small spaces, people who don't take showers, long skirts, people who are physical affective, authorative people.

Appearance:

Sarah is a young woman with pink hair with big eyelashes, round lips, bright dark brown eyes, tan skin, always try to look clean and beautiful, she loves to wear eye shadows and purple lipstick, she has a mole close to her lips. She usually wears fashionable pink or pastel clothes.

Personality:

Despite her smiling and feminine appearance, Sarah is a quiet, square and lonely young woman. She is very dedicated to her own family goals and interests. So, despite looking like the typical frivolous and bimbo girl, Sarah is a much more gloomy and repressed by her past and family. But little by little she lets go more and lets her true self be free. Her way of dressing is her only escape from herself, which contrasts with her personality, but at the same time it's the aspects that she would like to release more, being sassy, more confident of herself, flirty and playful.

History:

Sarah grew up in Quintana Roo with her mother, Juana Luna ( mexican, she used to be a secretary from a big hotel in Cancun) , her father, Takeshi Shiobana( a Japanese banker) and her older sister, Ima Shiobana.

Sarah grew up being constantly compared to her older sister, being branded as ugly and she used to be fat as a child. Sarah always had difficult with socializing and doing sports, Ima on the other hand, was always very prominent in dance and gymnastics, as well as being very beautiful and social, so her parents and family were more attentive towards Ima than Sarah.

Thanks to that, Sarah worked hard to try to be outstanding academically, but not getting the attention of her parents or anyone, she set out to look for some talent, which she lacked for almost anything. Defeated and resigned, she dedicated herself arduously to being an exemplary student, but despite her efforts, she never stood out or won awards from her school, increasing her anger and frustration and then, when she becomes 8 years old, her parents gets a divorce.

Her father left with Ima to Japan and never had any type of communication with Sarah again, and her mother, started to become alcoholic and controlling. A year after the divorce of her parents, Sarah looses all hope in herself and decides to become a nun, so she spends the rest of her teen years in being educated in a convent, where she secretely escapes during nights to visit the city and being on touch with the news and trends, is when she discovers more about her wishes and passions; nevertheless, She founds herself between a rock and a hard place to decide if she wants to become a nun or just live her life but the fear of not getting approve from her mother or the church terrifies her, For better or worse, when she becomes 16 her family took her out of the convent, unwilling to continue paying for her studies since her mother needed help given her alcoholism, forcing Sarah to work and support her mother. And since back then Sarah became a pawn for her family, willing to be used and obey.

But one good day, and because of the forces of the destiny, she ends up accidentally in Singapore, where after joining the Crusaders, she finds herself in her own journey to be who she wants to be.

[taintedblud]

―   ◜   ❏  . ― . / / 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 ’1985’, subject: feyrah demir. according to our records, they are 35 years of age and their last known status of employment is pathologist. our sources in the field have described their behavior as stubborn, but assure us they have the potential to be fervent. we've observed they seem to have a personal attachment to the necklace given to her by leon & heckler & koch usp match pistol , though our research on feyrah has only just begun ―   ◜   ❏  . ― tw : murder , death , serial killer .

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⸻

FULL NAME﹕ feyrah demir .

NICKNAME(S) / TITLE(S)﹕ fey , morticia addams .

D.O.B﹕ december 21st .

AGE﹕ 35 .

ZODIAC﹕ sagittarius-capricorn cusp .

GENDER﹕ cis woman .

PRONOUNS﹕ she / her .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION﹕ heteromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION﹕ heterosexual .

OCCUPATION﹕ pathologist .

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 ⸻

FACECLAIM﹕ hande ercel .

EYE COLOR﹕ brown .

HAIR COLOR﹕ brown .

BUILD﹕ slim .

HEIGHT﹕ 5’8’’ .

WEIGHT﹕ 54 kg .

MARKS / SCARS﹕ n/a .

𝗣𝗛𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 ⸻

TROPES﹕ beware the nice ones , daddy issues , violently protective girlfriend , dark is not evil , i am not my father , little miss snarker , wise beyond her years .

MORAL ALIGNMENT﹕ neutral good .

TEMPERAMENT﹕ sanguine .

DEADLY SIN﹕ lust .

ELEMENT﹕ water .

MENTAL CONDITIONS / DISORDERS﹕ unknown .

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ good .

FEAR(S)﹕losing the people she loves .

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially .

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ no , but she will get protective .

HABITS + QUIRKS﹕ biting her lesser lip , playing with her necklace when nervous .

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ people she loves .

POWERS + SKILLS﹕high-intellect , some-marksmanship , knife mastery , multilingualism , photographic memory , engineering .

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗  ⸻

―  born the youngest daughter of the demir family , feyrah was born as the favored child of mustafa demir , a well known doctor and morgue owner in his community , all while secretly moonlighting as a serial killer . still he never faltered in showing love to his only daughter or at least what was thought to be love .

― as a baby ,  mustafa would work around his daughter until she was old enough to retain memories and he stopped  brining nadia down to the basement . at  7  feyrah , had gone to her father’s ‘workshop’ where she  discovered a Girl in a Box after a study session with her father .  feyrah would then proceed to tell her mother what she saw but her mother regard it as a nightmare and imagination due to her father’s line at work .

―  When nadia was around 10 years old, Mustafa took her on a camping trip with his friend Paul . There, he had decided he was going to kill his daughter because he was remembering too much information about mustafa’s victims ( essentially, the chloroform he was using to regularly sedate feyrah with was no longer working ).  struggling with the knowledge that his daughter seemed to be realizing that he was a serial killer . However, mustafa had a sudden change of heart, and so Paul decided to take care of feyrah instead, a plan that was thoroughly botched when a 10-year-old feyrah successfully stabbed him. After this incident, mustafa decided to keep feyrah around, and they both returned from the camping trip, mustafa getting rid of his protagee and wanting to make feyrah his new one .

―  Of course secrets cant stay hidden for long when her mother discovered her husband’s doing which unfortunately forced mustafa to kill her . unknowingly feyrah was awake that night and watched as her mother bled out before her father took her into the basement .

―   a week after she called the police with her findings, which was initially assumed to be a prank call. The responding officer was invited in by feyrha's father, who fixed him a cup of coffee. feyrah entered the foyer where the officer was waiting, aware of her father’s tactics. she informed the officer to take out his gun, as her father was getting ready to poison him. Fortunately, the officer took his warning seriously, and this led to the arrest of the wanted serial killer . However, after making a deal with with the judge, he was sentenced to spending his life sentence in the Psychiatric Hospital, instead of a regular prison

―  feyrah would visit her father, despite what happened and their somewhat fractured relationship . she went on going to college and getting her degree to inherit the family morgue which she ended up selling and would go on with her career as a pathologist .

― At the start of her career she met leon . someone she loves and could see her future with and while she never knew his actual work and what he did, she knew they were dangerous and unfortunately seemed to love the job more . Feyrah tried and she understood loving the job but it got too much and she left . she would never make leon decide : the job or her ... thus she made it easier and decided for him .

― feyrah would move from place to place , working wherever she was needed. this time being called by a friend for a consult on the dead bodies in buffalo . not knowing what she is walking into .

― despite her upbringing and who her father is , feyrah is kind hearted and has a strong sense of right and wrong. she is an extremely confident, brave, and smart individual with a great sense of dark humor, who has a tendency to see things others do not due to her high intellect. she also has an unshakable loyalty and love for the people closest to her. although , her faults would be her stubbornness and temperament when pushed far enough. most who don't truly know her would think she is cold-hearted and at times brutal. The fact is, she tends to be pragmatic and a keen observer, focusing on what needs to be done instead of her emotions . Putting the needs of others ahead of herself .

[llthe-dark-nightmarell]

"Keep living for me"

{Introduction-19/05/24}

Au by : @clover-color

Au name & tag : the dark nightmare kg & tdnk

the dark nightmare in kindergarten

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"have a nice dream"

[writingalterras]

Time for some information about Lord Valthoraxe.

Visual appearance;

Valthoraxe is a large bipedal with similar proportions to a human male. He is 265, 438cm (roughly 8’8”), weights 482,66 kg (1064,08 lbs), and is extremely muscular. Beyond that, all other features are the stuff of our nightmares. Horizontal slits for pupils, irises that burn dark orange, and eye whites as gray as stone. He possesses no hair, ears or nose, yet is still able to smell and hear. There are deep slits where his ears ought to be that glow a faint orange, and reports say there are similar “glands” at the roof of his mouth. Speaking of his mouth, you can only barely make out a pointed and very thin grey tongue behind a set of massive pointed grey teeth. The bottom row of teeth is slightly further back in the mouth, but it still perfectly aligns with the top row, creating a wall of knives whenever he grins.

His skin is perhaps the most unsettling of all. It’s an extremely dark purple, borderline black, and has a cracked and rough texture like rock or obsidian. This stone hide is strong enough to stop any known blade dead in it’s tracks, and a very faint orange glow seeps through the cracks in the skin. Several bones can be seen pushing against the skin, being his two spines, shoulder blades, knuckles, calf bones, and forearm bones. The should, forearm, and calf bones look more akin to armour than actual bone, and the dual spines form a v-shape that goes all the way to the base of the skull. He has no finger or toenails, but all of their tips end in razor sharp points that can cut through iron, and dent steel. Each foot only has 3 toes, two at the front, and one at the heel.

Whenever Valthoraxe is seen in public, it’s usually without his armour, or any other clothing for that matter. He possesses no reproductive organs or holes to remove bodily wastes, suggesting that he does not need to eat or drink to survive. He also has no want or need to intimacy, as he very clearly demonstrated when a half-orc prostitute attempted to flirt and caress the cursed lord, to which he responded by stabbing her through the head with his hand the moment she touched him. If it even is a him.

(Out of character)

Abilities;

I’m assuming you guys want to know what makes the great Lord Valthoraxe so powerful, well who am I to refuse.

-Incredibly durable hide: Valthoraxe’s hide is like a very dense, flexible stone, and is completely immune to any force not greater than that of a 9mm bullet. Even if a force breaks the skin, his blood reacts with air and instantly scabs over, even while a projectile is moving through him. This causes the projectile to slow rapidly, and his high internal body temperature will either melt or vaporize anything in his body, letting it pour out of the wound. Though a wound like this takes a long time to fully heal, taking about 3 months on earth to heal from the equivalent of a paper cut.

-Temperature immunity: Valthoraxe is simply not effected by changes in temperature, as his internal body temperature is roughly 44 million degrees Celsius.

-Lava-like blood: his blood, known as nyxor, is incredibly good at absorbing heat, which allows his skin to stay perfect lukewarm while being hotter than the center of a star. It reacts with almost anything to scab over wounds, as he would bleed out before a cut would be able to heal.

-Heat Control: Valthoraxe can control heat in it’s entirety, but can only create heat as hot as he can expel through his skin. This one power is so extremely overpowered it broke all sense of balancing I tried to maintain. Valthoraxe was going to be a hero originally, but this one ability made him so absurdly strong that it would take several instances of divine intervention to stop. The more you think about it, the stronger it is. It starts at beams of plasma, and ends up at disintegration while simultaneously freezing someone.

-strength: Valthoraxe’s size, weight, and muscle mass make him extremely strong, capable of lifting about 3-7 metric tons.

Weaknesses;

I had a bit of a panic when I realized how op heat control was, so I had to come up with a bunch of tiny weaknesses that are based off of his strengths.

-Less sensitive: His durability and lack of external sensory organ come at a cost. There is a very thick material covering his eyes that, while durable, make everything seem less saturated and darker. His lack of external ears also make his hearing capabilities less than ideal. He isn’t by any means hard of hearing, but he probably couldn’t pick up on someone sneaking up behind him or whispering something. His eyes are also farther back in his skull, giving him only 170 degrees on vision instead of a Human’s 220 degrees. On top of that, he has to open his mouth the smell, or breath in to be able to speak. He doesn’t require oxygen to live, but still needs to breath if he wishes to speak. He also has less sensitive nerves and this physically feels less, coming with the terrible curse of barely being able to taste anything. The only things he can noticeably taste are honey, extremely sour foods such as lemons, and alcohol. He can’t taste spicy foods at all.

-Weight: Valthoraxe weighs almost half a ton, making it impossible to go up most stairs, platforms, or even higher floors of a building. Due to this, I can legally say one of his biggest weaknesses is just upstairs.

-Depression, aggression, and many other mental disorders: I’m not going to get into this one, just know he has a therapist.

-Anxiety: Valthoraxe is paranoid as shit, and spends almost all of his time either forging more equipment or training by killing demons of Hell. Valthoraxe is absolutely terrified of …, heh heh, almost dropped a massive spoiler. Guess you’ll have to wait for the book to come out to learn what godless monstrosity could scare the second Hellwalker.

(Btw, don’t tell bethesda, but the Hell of Alterra is the same Hell as Doom. Valthoraxe canonically knows and trains with the DOOM SLAYER, but there is only a vague mention or two of this in the actual book to avoid getting sued out of existence.)

Bad drawing of Valthoraxe, this is my first time drawing a humanoid outside of pixel-art;

[defrancescoart1]

The Fly – La Mouche (Edition of 1)

Are you a fan of my dark creatures? This eerie and unsettling being emerges from The Alien Collection, marking the first of four art installations in a truly bizarre performance.

A fusion of wood, celluloid, and black coating polyurethane (71x137x103 cm, 45 kg), The Fly is not just an artwork—it’s a manifestation of the unknown, a piece that lingers between nightmare and fascination.

Now exhibited at Nouvel Vag Gallery, L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue. Collectors, don’t miss the chance to own this one-of-a-kind installation.

📍 Nouvel Vag Gallery, L’Isle-sur-la-Sorgue

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[aceduchessdragoness]

Update on monaa__e98 GFM

Currently $12,687 / $28,000

Most recent update:

6 January 2025

Hello my friends How are you? I wish you a new and happy year full of success and stability. I am still alive, the year 2024 has ended and a new year 2025 has begun, and the nightmare continues, since October 7, 2023 we have not seen the sun of freedom, the situation here is a piece of hell. Dear donors. I am writing to you today and I am very grateful and appreciative for your generous support that you have provided us in difficult times. As you know, we are here facing harsh and painful conditions, as wars and attacks continue to affect our lives, I do not know if we will survive or why, but my faith in my Lord is great. My family, which consists of 9 members. My father is 57 years old, it is not easy for him to see everything he has done in his life in ruins and he no longer owns anything. My mother, who is 50 years old, at this age she should have achieved a large part of her psychological stability, but she cooks on fire and washes with her hands, breaks wood and other daily suffering. My brothers and I are young men between the ages of 30 and 21, at the beginning of our working lives, but I must say that I feel lost and have not achieved anything in my life. On the contrary, I feel that my life is passing by without any achievements. We continue to face great challenges every day. With the ongoing bombing and destruction, it has become difficult to find safety, and it is impossible to meet our basic needs. We live in extremely difficult conditions: securing food, health care, clothing, and shelter has become extremely difficult. Many of my family members suffer from psychological effects as a result of the ongoing violence and forced displacement, and providing the basics of daily life has become a daily challenge. In addition, the ongoing blockade on the Gaza Strip makes it more difficult to obtain basic materials such as medicines and medical supplies. Under these circumstances, we are in dire need of continuous support so that we can survive and provide a minimum of comfort and dignity for our children. But the situation is still difficult, and we need more support so that we can face the coming days. Your donations, no matter how small or large, are the difference between survival and collapse. We hope that you will continue to support us in these difficult times. Here are some of the daily costs we have to pay to live a simple life.

1- The current price of a 25 kg bag of flour is $250, imagine a family like us who has been displaced, homeless and lost their job, where do you buy flour, which is essential and necessary, at this price? We are currently facing a major famine and a crisis in obtaining a loaf of bread. 2- The price of vegetables is very high compared to what it was before, the least kilo of any type of vegetable is $15 and of course a kilo is not enough for a family of 9 people. 3- Clothes, the least price for winter clothes is $36, as you all know we were displaced and did not take many clothes with us and a year and a half has passed and of course all our clothes have become worn out. 4- Costs of obtaining water, internet, mobile charging, tent repair, transportation and medicine, here in order to live a simple life our monthly expenses should be around $3000 and I swear to you that the food is tuna and bread with an unpleasant smell. I will attach pictures of my life and my family, I ask you to share my campaign as widely as possible, every amount represents a new hope for us in the midst of this darkness, we need you more than ever, every donation is a step towards a better future, asking people for help is not an easy thing and it hurts our dignity but circumstances forced us to do something that does not resemble us, we did not receive any aid, I am used to helping the displaced through my charitable initiatives and today I ask you to help by donating and participating. I ask you to share my campaign as widely as possible. Every amount represents a new hope for us in the midst of this darkness. We need you more than ever. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for everything you have provided us. You are the hope we live for. With sincere thanks

Mona Abu Hamdeh and her family January 6, 2025 For contact WhatsApp +972597069495 Instagram @monaa__e98

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Uploaded on January 21, 2025.

Indescribable joy fills our hearts with the announcement of the ce@sefire, after long days of pain, fear, displ@cement, kil//ling and bom//bing. Today, the sun of hope shines again. We are heroes who have stood firm in the face of challenges. I cannot believe that we are alive and have survived. May God have mercy on the m@@rtyrs and we wish a speedy recovery for the wöunded and compensation from God soon.

فرحة لا توصف تعم قلوبنا مع إعلان وقف إط//لاق الن//ار، بعد أيام طويلة من الألم والخوف والن/ز//وح وال/ق/ت/ل والق/ص//ف. اليوم، تشرق شمس الأمل من جديد، نحن أبطال صمدنا في وجه التحديات ، لا أصدق بأننا أحياء ونجونا ، رحم الله الش//ه/داء ونتمنى الشفاء العاجل للجرحى والعوض قريبا من الله .

Uploaded on January 22, 2025. [original uploader is zeinaanddoaa]

[by OP -- there are three more pics but its basically the same thing]

No more bom//bings No more displ@/cement No more ki/lli/ng No more destr//uction

People celebrated in the streets to express their happiness of the ce@sefire🫶🫶

It's happening only because blood shedding will stop.

It's a mix of joy and sadness.

All people lost either their homes or their beloved ones, and in most cases they lost both.

#We survived #We survived #Children of the future survived #Children will return to northern G@z@ #May God have mercy on the martyrs and heal the wounded

[circusclownsam]

how to train your dragon OC

general information

first name; min-ya

last name; choi

nicknames; minnie, prefers that name only

species; human

gender; female

born; 3 / 9

age; 18-20s

race; asian

ethnicity; korean / australian

voice/accent; mid pitch, noticeable australian accent, slight raspiness

tribe; hairy hooligans

occupation; dragon rider

scent; a soft, vanilla smell

physical appearance

height; 5’2 [158cm]

weight; light

skin tone; warm tan

eye colour; dark blue with specks of light blue around her pupils

hair colour; chocolate brown

hair length; roughly hip length

hair texture; 2c

body shape; hourglass, small waist, d cup, average thickness (idk how to describe bodies)

face claim; https://pin.it/4H7atqRle

scars; inner thighs, arms and back. prefers hiding them.

other features; freckled cheeks, nose and shoulders. dimpled smile

attire

main attire;

; https://pin.it/1Ebtr5hyc

; https://pin.it/6beRu6f0W

; https://pin.it/5ymcAHdQf

; https://pin.it/IlDKMotwV

; https://pin.it/qFlhXkKAB

; https://pin.it/53isERLOJ [both wrists]

; https://pin.it/aBpO6YqZZ

; https://pin.it/22UmEyu5T

; https://pin.it/6VOB7ErOh

personality

described as by others; kept to herself, quiet

positive traits; caring, selfless, humorous, trustworthy, kind, protective, supportive, intelligent

negative traits; introverted, blunt, cold, sarcastic, judgmental [to an extent]

neutral traits; flirtatious, honest, playful

interests; mapping with hiccup, training with astrid, her dragon, reading in her alone time, defeating dragon hunters, her personal space [mood], speed stingers, sharpening her axe, gardening with fishlegs, spending time with the twins and snotlout, fortifying her hut, protecting the edge and berk, visiting heather and dagur on berserker island, sewing in her spare time.

disinterests; dragon hunters, her personal space being invaded, when things are messy, her parents, liars, being forced into things, when her things go missing, thunderstorms, getting lost, slimey textured food, alvin the treacherous, the cold, when others rummage around her hut, being unclean

hobbies; sewing, reading and drawing in her notebook

talents; sewing, fighting, cartography

fears; deep water [lakes specifically], whispering deaths

habits; neatening things, scratching at her scars

insecurities; her scars, mostly

stats [1-10]

physical strength; 8/10

mental strength; 6/10

confidence; 5/10

speed; 8/10

agility; 7/10

cooking; 9/10

balance; 8/10

sewing; 7/10

drawing; 9/10

intelligence; 8/10

offence; 8/10

defence; 7/10

hygiene; 10/10

dental care; 10/10

eyesight; 10/10

relations

father; robert choi, deceased, strained relationship due to abuse.

mother; lin choi, alive, strained relationship due to neglect.

sister; only child, though sees heather and astrid as her “sisters”

friends; astrid, hiccup, fishlegs, snotlout, ruffnut & tuffnut, heather, toothless

closer to; hiccup, astrid, heather, toothless

neutral with; eret, dagur, stoick, valka

allies; mala and defenders of the wing tribe, atali and the wingmaidens

enemies; dragon hunters, mostly. drago bludvist, grimmel the grisly

pets; a three-legged terrible terror named smokey

love interest[s]; hiccup haddock

dragon information [species, name etc][non-canon dragon][very long, sorry!]

dragon name; echo

dragon appearance; https://pin.it/2AUk8ueLF [cred to artist, ofc]

species; deadly nightmare

species description; a distant relative of the deadly nadder and monstrous nightmare

dragon class; tracker and stoker class

height; 11’6 [3.52m]

weight; 1,776 lbs [805.6 kg], far lighter than its relative; the deadly nadder

wingspan; 53 feet 11 inches (16.44 meters)

rarity; not very rare, though numbers are slimming due to poaching

diet; boar, fish, chicken, depending on nesting grounds

habitats; forests, volcanoes, caves and sandy beaches

abilities; spine shot [single and multiple], set themselves on fire, enhanced speed and smell, mimic the roars of its relative species (think; indominus rex)

fire blast; similar to its relative, the monstrous nightmare

personality traits; skittish, insanely loyal, protective of their rider

colouration; depends on their habitats, lush green [forest], an ashy grey and deep red [volcano], deep blue and black [cave] and a nice, yellow hue with white specks [beaches]

camouflage; depending on colouration, deadly nightmares are able to easily blend in with their habitats

trainable?; yes

success rate; 50 - 50

equipment

primary weapon; double-headed axe

appearance; https://pin.it/4gmzlxWpP

located; a holster attached to the back of her torso armour

secondary weapon; a dagger

appearance; https://pin.it/2ifTfTeTd

located; a holster on the left side of her skirt waistband

notebook; https://pin.it/5X8IqM3KW

located in; a pouch attached to her dragons’ saddle.

dragon saddle; https://pin.it/5MJjlvtY3

[ilynpilled]

i like how so much of the weirwood dream feels like such a “childish” nightmare in certain ways. like he is afraid of the dark. he is afraid of creatures in the dark. he is afraid of being abandoned by his family to the darkness, kind of like a little boy. and yet “doom” is so abstract. it does not take shape as some powerful scary monster (though it does take shape in ‘the others’ imagery as well as the kg/rhaegar, but he does not know that). what makes him terrified and what makes his fire go out is complexity, his own ghosts, guilt, and meaning being destroyed by the contradictions of an institution and a nonsensical moral system: the loss of hope regarding the possibility of redemption. but it might not if he learns to be brave like brienne. it is her fire that then becomes the only light in the world, the only light in his darkness. and he is given that chance, and he chooses to go back to save her. then, jumping into a bear pit empty handed is very brave on the surface, but it is brave on an existential level too because it shows that jaime is not afraid to care, to have hope be rekindled, to reject his feigned moral nihilism that allowed him to justify himself, to take the leap into the pit on a metaphorical level too, “the abyss” that he was terrified of being shoved into in the dream itself. and then “I dreamed of you.” so good.

love how one of jaime’s main flaws is that he is a coward. like in a more existential sense. his archetype is the brave knight, and on the surface he is that: the text keeps emphasizing that he is brave, so many characters give him that, even if they hate him. he is so strong, reckless, and unafraid of ‘physical death’ etc. but he is so terrified of things deeper than that. he keeps looking away and running away from complicated things, creating safe delusions for himself. the weirwood dream shows that so much of this is about terror. brienne calls him a craven for a reason. his arc is also very much about learning to be existentially brave: it is about existential courage

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Darian Seo, a 24 year old son of Thoth.          He is a detective with the MPPD.

FC NAME/GROUP: Changbin ; Stray Kids CHARACTER NAME: Darian Seo AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: August 11, 1998 ; 24 PLACE OF BIRTH: Milan, Italy OCCUPATION: Detective for MPPD HEIGHT: 167 cm (5’6″) WEIGHT: 149.9 lbs (68 kg) DEFINING FEATURES: Always wears a dagger earring, a necklace with his mother’s name and death date engraved on it.

PERSONALITY: Darian’s a tender beast with a quick paced mind, always lost in his thoughts on ways to be helpful to others. He values his intelligence, having been praised for it his whole life. And due to that gift, he is a well-versed individual that can speak several languages and hold conversations on nearly any topic. He is a warm individual, but he bears a heavy sadness over the loss of his mother, something he blames himself for. Having never been a social butterfly, the loss worsened that trait, having him withdrawn to himself in fear that he may be a sign of bad luck. 

HISTORY: Born to the wife of a talented jeweler, Darian's birth was a celebration. Darian's step father was in desperate need of a heir to inherit his business that he been growing with each year, and while he was in the dark of the child's true origins, Darian was beloved by both his mother and stepfather. 

From a young age, Darian's intelligence had been obvious to the pair. He spoke earlier than others, picked up on languages spoken by foreign business partners, and even, he began to read far before his peers with little assistance. The two championed their son's intelligence, and he received the best tutelage from widely respected artists and intellectuals in the area. 

The rather introverted child grew to be well-spoken, but with their family friends having no children his age to be his friends, his parents worried that he would not have the social skills to flourish in his stepfather's business. And with the core subjects clearly already nearly memorized by the smart male, they allowed him to apply to a local high school focused on art, giving him a chance to develop drawing and painting skills while still receiving quality education. This would give him an opportunity to socialize, even if he entered several grades past where he should be. 

In that time, he got distracted with the normal drama that came with teenage life from heartaches to the rise an fall of friendships. And as he did so, he paid little attention to what was going on at home, focused on the schooling and the people he attended with. However, issues started to arise between his parents. His stepfather started to step out of his marital duties, falling in love with a rather ambitious secretary with eyes on his stepfather's estate.

His stepfather's love would take off with strong passion, and behind the scenes, the secretary was laying down the steps to break the marriage apart. With suspicions, as he grew, that Darian had no biological ties to his stepfather, she had managed to find enough proof to cause the fight to end it all. However, the secretary had no clue the level of fury that this information would cause in his stepfather, and the tussle between Darian's parents would end with his mother's death. In a hurry, his stepfather and secretary would flee the scene just after leaving the house in a state of disarray to make it look like a robbery and kidnapping. 

Darian would come home that evening from school to find his mother dead on the floor and the mess everywhere. In a frantic scene, he would just have enough time to call the police before he could fully soak in what was happening around him. Darian felt as if his heart had been ripped out and crushed alongside her, and even though the flood of emotions, he tried, as he waited for the cops, to call his father over and over to no avail. 

The night would continue to be a nightmare. The police would inform him of the faux fate of his father, and having to bury his mother alone, it would not be long after she rested in the ground that his stepfather was suddenly found. Yet, in those many days while he waited to hear about his father, so many signs began to tell the intelligent demigod that there was something up with the death of his mother. For a jeweler to be robbed and none of the jeweler to be missing, it sent red flags that the police seemed to ignore. 

It went further when his stepfather began to treat him different, and then just a few months later, his secretary happened to move into their estate. Darian became well aware of what was actually happening, but he sought to find the proof so that he could get his mother's justice. For a male with no interest in anything but reading and painting, he changed completely, starting to train in fighting styles and making himself knowledgeable about laws. He dedicated himself to seeking justice, and he wanted to be ready for any possible outcome. 

When he came to finally getting enough evidence to indict his father, the police officer whom took the case seemed rather hesitant to move forward, and after coming to get a follow up a few days later, it would appear that the police had no record of his report. Soon, he would notice his father become more and more aggressive toward him as well. Darian was sure he was doing the right thing. A man who could harm his child and wife deserved no kindness. 

In one of those aggressive moods, it would appear that his stepfather wanted to follow the same path as he did with Darian's mother. Yet, Darian had prepared for this outcome, and his father, who spent all his time in the office, couldn't dare win against a strong male's who mind thought faster than the other. The fight would end with his father tied up and beaten. Fear had been enough to scare the male to talk, and having worn a hidden video the last few days, it had been enough to pick the whole ordeal from fight to them admitting their crime. Within 24 hours, every news, media, and business partner had the video in their possession. The news exploded with the report from murder to the police's shady deals. As his father was finally taken away, Darian finally gave his mother the justice that she deserved. 

Yet, even though he had done so, he still found himself left alone and empty inside. As he finally had time to process the grief of his loss, he had no future or place to go. It would be a mysterious figure that would approach him with a one way ticket and the name of an island, requesting for his help as a detective on the island. And, he would go in hopes that these citizens could have a police force built to protect them. 

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Thoth POWERS: Due to his father, Darian is incredibly intelligent with strong critical thinking skills, having tested with an IQ in the 150s. By nature, he tends to gain strength and energy from the stars, making him a night owl by nature.  STRENGTHS: Strong, Compassionate, Hard Worker WEAKNESSES: Shy, Withdrawn, Self-sacrificing.