#the liar and his lover*

[namjhyun]

Song Kang for Prada in W Magazine Korea April 2023

[desire-for-madness]

I wish for once dramas (that are not musicals), but are strongly pushing fame through music, such as the ML being a famous composer, singer, musician... had actually good music that would make us really believe their potential.

So many times some fictional composer is supposed to be famous, and then their 30 sec music clip in the drama is garbage or mediocre. If he's famous hit me with something I want saved on my spotify!

[purpledreamerbutterfly]

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After a long time I made a new video, I hope you'll like it :)

[pompurin-jakes]

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bro I'm reading this one Fanfic called, the liar and his lover (mingi fic) by @yunlvr and yes ik it only has two chapters but DAYUMMMM I DONT KNOW WHAT THEY BE PUTTING INTO THOSE TWO CHAPTS BUT ITS ALR ONE OF MY FAVS . I'm loving the plot so far and I hope it updates soon!!

‼️‼️ ( yes I am aware that yunlvr has taken a break and I wish them the best on their break and hope they don't feel pressured to update!!) ‼️‼️

[noceiling-m]

Sotsugyou -  Crude Play (Kanojo wa Uso wo Aishisugiteru OST)

[mawyfjoy]

Me gustas tu - The liar and his lover

[ellea-et-la-magie-des-histoires]

[stygianlife]

05-11: The Truth Unfound

A/n: Pardon my mistakes, I am not a professional. This is just a self-made AU for one of the O5 Council members, O5-11 or The Liar. A glimpse into his personal life. This tale may not include much of the SCPs and might be improper for some theories about the highly secret group. But overall, it is just a little story. Grab snacks and enjoy.

Themes: Romance, Angst, slight Horror?

Word count: 1,500+

A year ago on this very day, Sam and I had celebrated our love in front of a crowd full of ones who are close to us. We stood on a little stage on the shore and heard the waves of the ocean while promising each other a life devoid of loneliness. As he kissed me, everyone clapped and cheered. Since then, we had loved each other even more.

At this very moment, I was in his arms and blindfolded. I felt him stepping downstairs. There were butterflies in my stomach. Sam had already surprised me with a tour on his personal yacht. He knew I loved the waters, we both did. He stopped and gently placed me on a chair. I waited for instructions. There was a heavy sound of a door shutting close with a number of metallic clicks. I felt Sam’s hands untying the cloth on my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” said Sam. The room we were in looked similar to some sort of lab in a science fiction movie. There was nothing much but futuristic lights illuminating the spherical room. Sam sat across me. The table and our chairs were the only furniture present. Just when I was trying to understand everything around me, the table was suddenly filled with food. I wished I had not blinked. My confusion sealed my lips and I just looked at Sam for some explanations.

Sam said, “Greta, you are the love of my life. I need to share something very important to you today.” He had a serious yet calm voice. “Do not worry, this is just a safe place I needed to open up to you.” He added.

He then looked down and acted a bit nervous. I assured him that I would listen to him before concluding anything.

“Before I explain everything to you, I would like to tell you a story,” he stated. “A young boy once was going back home from his school. He kicks a pebble as he walks. Suddenly he trips and falls and scrapes his knee. When he looks back up the familiar road has changed to an open field. There are beautiful flowers growing and short grass under his shoes. The sky is now a shade of pink and orange. Slightly overwhelmed, he walks slowly towards a flower and smells it. The fragrance makes him feel like home, the home he had never visited. He finds a tall man in a cowboy attire facing him. His hat covers his eyes but there is a smirk on his face. Finding no one else in the vast field, he approaches the man. As the distance between them decreases, the boy notices how absurdly tall the man is. He is now close enough to see the eyes of the man glowing red. As soon as their eyes meet, the boy screams, unable to move and the large monstrous figure reaches an arm out to him. He closes his eyes and falls back on the soft grass. But then he wakes up on a road, still unknown. It is a moonlit night. He sees a small house off the road. Just as he sits up, he hears the sirens of a car. Then he sees the headlights of a police car with the siren blaring. The boy realizes how fast the car was running. He rolled over to his side and off the road. He sat there in hopes of the car returning but it never did. Confused, hungry and terrified, he sat down in the dirt and cried. The boy wished he had not gone to school that day; he missed his mother. He passed out from the exhaustion. The last thing he remembered seeing was a few soldiers and doctors around him.”

Sam paused and silently sliced his steak. I wondered if that food was real, but he chewed on his steak. His eyes were looking into his story. He seemed completely lost.

“So, I assume that boy was you?” I tried to speak to him so that he could be a little more present. But somehow my words never reached him.

“His family had to forget about him and he was kept away at a very protected place. His stay there was imprisonment yet was provided an ordinary lifestyle,” Sam continued speaking. “The ladies in white coats took care of him and men in stylish combat suits brought him the most luxurious foods. He could not ask for a better life. Maybe he did ask for one. That is because most of his life he could not spend in peace in that lovely room he was locked in. His body could not wander but his mind did it anyway. No matter what everyone around him did to keep him in one place, he could not. He travelled against his own will, not only to distant lands but to distinct worlds. He grew unaware of where he might be the next second. There was one, in that facility, who could help the boy. He was secretive, kind and old. The boy was trained by that old man as he knew how to control their minds. The boy slowly learned how to live in one reality for longer and how to let go of it so he could find another. The old man also taught him how to let others inside the realms he was creating unwantedly. Even though it did not help him go back to where he came from, it helped him to remain where he felt comfort. Little did he know that the help was not offered to him but he was the one to be helping. He grew up and learned about how the world is nothing as what others see. No one knew better than him that everything was real and everything was changing. He was a means of transport for the missions conducted in those sites. He never knew when he became a member of the SCP Foundation. He saw monsters, he saw wonders and he saw science which was unimaginable. He wondered if he was one of those terrifying creatures who could alter the reality. Unfortunately, he did not even know what was the reality. He had been in so many of those and even after being real they were considered fake. Soon his time came to sit amongst the people who ran the world. The old man refused to help in one life-threatening situation. The others had shot him dead before running away. He filled the empty seat of the old man and became ‘05-11’. He was one of the thirteen council members. Whenever there was a need he had to create a false realities and was bound to do so for the sake of humanity. The normalcy of the world was in stake if anyone, in that Foundation, messed up. He was one of those who had all the power to change the past, present and future. So, he did it. He created scenarios which others called illusionary. If only they could fathom the truths that he faced to find his feet back on Earthly ground.”

I may have misunderstood him when I thought it was a joke. The tears in his eyes made me realize I have never seen him cry in eight years. “Sam, if this is all true, why did you never tell me about this?” I asked him as I felt my heart clenching in my chest.

Sam looked up at me and said, “Greta, I am supposed to keep my identity a secret forever. I never wished to find anything but the very real world everyone lives in. The layers of numerous realities are like a hard cover on me. It aches me every second to keep living in confusion. I do not understand what is true and what is not. I am afraid my dreams might be the reality and the reality might be dreams. I search for the very normalcy that I feed to common humanity. I have failed to find that till date. But I have found love; I found you.”

“I- I cannot understand you. Why?” I could feel the entire room collapsing on me. But Sam stood up and came over to me. He kneeled down and held my hands.

“I know this is very hard for you. You might not understand me, believe me or may even hate me. But I am not one of you people. I wish I could be; I really wish so. Please let me tell you everything before I leave, Greta. The only sight I have adored since that day was yours. The only place I ever felt safe in was in your arms. I will love you forever, no matter how far I am. The Foundation had asked me for another favor and you will not see me once we are back on land,” Sam said all of this so clearly. There was clearly pain in his eyes and I could not ignore the love I could see shimmering in them. Something as such had never crossed my mind. Sam was very professional and private. But how could this be true? Would I lose him forever? I know whatever he says is already decided. The two days I have with him might be the last. I do not want them to end and if they do then this must also be a dream.

“I never wanted to date someone with superpowers and have a sad ending of my love story. Sam, I tell me this is not true. Promise me you will never leave me,” I cried.

Sam brushed off my tears and smiled at me, “Once I am gone, normalcy would not be the only thing I seek through the realms I hold. I will find you and meet you one day. I hope we would be alive that day and you would recognize me.”

I fell into his arms and lost half of my senses. I only said, “I love you.” Sam held me for the last few hours he was there in my life.

[yukennico]

please dont forget that david is bi and some of the cast has their sexuality confirmed!!

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Who are the ultimate ‘gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss’ power triad in media and why is it the Tribunal from Morrowind?

[vampire-superstar]

Dark being hot and sexy is Darks propaganda to distract you from the fact this man is canonically an eldritch horror in human form

Don't fall into his horny people trap, don't believe him.

[jpriest85-blog]

Last fanart before the New Year for @pdrrook Perfumare featuring Laurent and my MC Liz, cuddling.

After playing Laurent's route, and that the man just wants someone to come home to, yet he feels like it's such a selfish thing to want. That's especially hard for Liz because she knows what it's like to be rejected by your own family. Yet, at least she was able to find a new family with Flavio and Reed, and it broke her heart, learning that Laurent didn't believe he deserved to feel loved. Even considering Laurent works for the SPD, he does genuinely want to help and protect people.

Thankfully, Liz can be stubborn, and on Laurent's route, she's determined to make the man understand he is deserving of love and family dammit!

[noceiling-m]

Sotsugyou -  Sakuraro Ohara (Kanojo wa Uso wo Aishisugiteru OST)

[christakisbang]

everyone...watch love next door....