#to seal my fate lol

[kindred-spirit-93]

PARIS YOU SHOULDVE KNOWN BETTER

survived todays exam & finished my first round of the musical!!!! more thoughts and an art ahead :D

this is a continuation of my very initial thought process, i absolutely plan on several relistens bc 1. im in love lol, but also 2. im still a little confused? and want to see if i missed anything while listening and read more, but other than that

LOVE LOVE LOVE everything about this musical it really is a gem

delulu prince paris is so funny to me (so sorry helen)

cassandra my queen i will get to drawing u i promise

AGAMEMNON YOU DIVIDE US ALL..... WITH YOUR BITCHING! AND BROODING XD

the part with the achaeans in the horse was hilarious i think one dude was like u come here often? and a guy was like fuck yeah i do

LOVE HAS POWER SLAPS. EVERY SONG SLAPS. *slaps paris*

i love literally everyones vocals, theyre all perfectly cast and the melodies feel like they were composed for them individually aaaaa

love the parallel from seems even the gods laugh with me to must be angry with me. im always weak for repeated motifs & callbacks

--

unfinished helen lol (ft. sea foam green eyes and pearls for 'dite):

and this idiot twink (inspired by @kyleesarthell awesome animatic :D)

uncoloured bc he dont deserve it. also im cold & tired lol maybe later

@yourlocalhellenic hey bestie :]

paris the musical!!

im officially losing what little marbles i had to begin with. anyway about half way through and i have initial thoughts :3

first off love the vibe its so funky and idk why i find it absolutely hilarious yet fitting. i want agamemnon to be break dancing while planning paris' murder

speaking of which, paris is so delulu its hysterical and im so here for it. i want to punch him he has that vibe

also the part where hes singing his heart out and having his disney princess moment while im assuming hector is yelling at him to get down is too funny

so far cassandra is my favourite, her vocals & melodies are the best so far imo i love her and need to draw her immediately

helen! is such a vibe and im kinda confused bc im listening to this without a. lyrics to follow, b. background knowledge on this adaptation, and c. while studying (not my brightest idea lol)

point is is she being influenced by aphrodite when she sings abt the 'perfect stranger'? shes totally in love with and happily married to menelaus right? and is being manipulated or am i reading it all wrong?? someone pls help :')

PATROCLUS BEING LIKE GUYS WAIT FOR MY BF LMAO very cute ngl, he gets a 9 for being a supportive 'friend' lol

business is now stuck in my head yay :')

will add more tomorrow hopefully as i continue lol. feel free to add thoughts and stuff in the meantime :)

[cuppajj]

Probably already asked before how did you get into cookie run?

I can’t find the original answer for it so I’ll say the abridged version here

back in the day I was super confused by cookie run because I saw fanart and didn’t get what it was. Cookies running?? All I see are cool (humanoid) character designs, where tf is the cookie run part of this??

Then I learned cookie run was a gacha game sometime around the crk BTS update and thought “ew I don’t like gacha”. BUT I did like the character designs, specifically crk’s—and it turned out I had friends who were into cookie run, who posted fanart around the same time so it was on my tumblr dash for me to see?? So then I went “god it’s those freakin cookies again.” And after doing a little peeking into the actual series (mainly crk), I was like “oh ok. hey my oomfies I think this game might trap me in a fixation hole so can you discourage me from playing the game? It is gacha and I don’t want to spend my money.” Oomfies predictably did the opposite.

So then I was like “ok fine I will play cookie run kingdom for like… an hour or two, I will see how bad the pay to win feature affects the playability.” Turns out, for someone like me who’s mainly interested in the main story, not much at all!!! And that was it pretty much, alongside seeing the Ancients. It was not as predatory as I thought it would be, and to this day the game is actually playable without spending money at all. Sure I will be a scrub compared to whales, BUT I am the kind of gamer who’s pretty good at grinding things (thanks guild wars 2 skyscale quest) so I know I can get there with enough work if I choose to or even care to.

Which not really, I don’t care about the pvp and master modes, I just want a banger story and that’s exactly what I got. Crk’s story is very good??????????? (Also the worldbuilding in general)

Which speaking of it really helped that I got into crk just before Beast Yeast started so I had a very juicy story to follow, because if I had joined any earlier (like the BTS update) then I don’t know if I’d have been as into the game as I am. So thank you shadow milk, you were the nail in the coffin

TLDR: I actually wasn’t planning to get into cookie run but it grabbed me by the throat and threw me through a wall, fun stuff!

[lacm-ac]

Felt the overwhelming need to draw Apollo after playing the update to Hades 2 today!

[floorpancakes]

im reaching new and concerning levels of understanding watanuki on a personal level

[solar-nightengale]

helloooooo, if you feel like it, 'defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them' or 'comforting the other as soon as they're alone' from the protective prompts list for the two betrothed idiots please? :)

HI HELLO!!!! Ngl I leapt for JOY when I saw the choices for this ask!! And, most unfortunately, I couldn’t decide between either. 👏 So lucky you!! You��re gonna get both of them just for the hell of it JHDGKU like another one done previously, this’ll also be from the past. Which part of said past, well… 😏, you’ll find out 😉

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

1. defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them. AND 14. comforting the other as soon as they're alone

!! CW !! : There's hints at manipulation and childhood trauma

Lampwick had to admit: while he had been ready for as bothered of a reaction as they got, the Blue Fairy was taking the news pretty well.

He had expected very loud protests and public degradation, given what she had just been told. But they were neither in any public setting and no shouting had yet to be heard from the kitchen. Perhaps that was him simply wishing she’d give him a reason to bite back just as hard. Despite Pinocchio’s displeasure of him doing so, Lampwick loved getting on the Fairy’s case whenever he could. Someone had to do it—he felt—and he knew Pinocchio wouldn’t dare try his luck with her, so it was up to him. A task he so gladly took on.

Unfortunately, it looked like the Blue Fairy had no intentions of giving him that satisfaction today. Instead, what stood before them was the pest, silent and stoic as ever, her expression just barely withholding her displeasure on receiving the news. He wondered how she’d take it if she found out she was the last to be told.

“Well, this is quite the-,” she paused with a huff, “shocking development.”

Lampwick cocked a brow up from where he sat at the table, taking a quick peek at his, ah, newly proclaimed boyfriend. Pinocchio stood by the edge of the table with his arms crossed. He reclined warily against the wood, his fingers digging into the fabric of his dark shirt. His pale face, even whiter than usual, held a tame frown on it, Lampwick unable to tell if the man was more frustrated or more terrified.

The fairy stood across them both, pose straight and unmoving as though she were made of stone. Her gaze had yet to leave Pinocchio’s face, Lampwick seeing the subtle way that Pinocchio tried to avoid looking at her properly. The red-head scoffed as he leaned back against the table, kicking his leg out and crossing it over the other.

“Really? You’re tha’ surprised.” he asked, finally drawing the gnat’s attention to him.

He pretended to not see the look the woodcarver gave him, as the fairy bristled.

“Well, no, of course not. Seems Pinocchio has always had a strange intrigue in you.” she explained, glancing between the two of them. Her words sounded almost bitter, Lampwick’s smirk only widening as he sighed wistfully.

“What can I say? I’m both a charmer and a good-looking guy, am I right?” he asked, cocky grin shot at the woodcarver. But Pinocchio gave him no response.

“Right.” the fairy deadpanned, looking back at the woodcarver once more. “Pinocchio, are you sure this is the right choice for you-”

“Yes.” Pinocchio responded curtly, finally glancing up, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m as sure as I was the last three times that you’ve asked me that question.”

The fairy seemed as surprise as Lampwick was by the tone, but her shock faded away quickly enough as her expression melted to something softer once again. “I just want to make sure you’re doing what’s right-”

“And I feel that what I’m doing is fine.” Pinocchio continued, is tone equally as terse as before. Lampwick noticed how tightly he gripped at his arms, the nervous tension from the young woodcarver visible from even a mile away. “Is-is it so wrong to love? He’s not as bad as you’re making him out to be.”

“I’m not saying he’s a bad person, but-”

“No buts! I don’t want to hear anymore buts, you’re not even listening to me!” Pinocchio interjected his voice pitching upwards, as he ground his teeth together. “I said I was sure about my choice, so why can’t it be left at that?”

“Pinocchio-”

“No, I’m- I’m done listening to all of this! Like I didn’t call you over and-and tell you this stuff for you to go on about how wrong it is. I’ve made my choice and I’m sticking to it. I’m sticking to him.”

Lampwick couldn’t help but grin. He was almost tempted to reach out and give the man’s arm a reassuring squeeze as he continued to talk, held back only by the tenseness of the man’s poise. Maybe touching him at all wouldn’t be all that helpful right now, he wasn’t entirely sure. Still, it was nice to see him holding out on his own for once. A rare sight to see but one that made him feel proud of the man when it did happen.

Blue sighed that typical sigh of hers that Wick could only understand as “I’m gonna say something no one is going to like here.” And whether he liked it or not, he couldn’t help but brace himself for it, spotting Pinocchio do the same out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m not saying that it’s wrong, dear, but understand that what may be a good choice right now could go south still. And I know how easy it can be for either of you to take a less pleasant route that’ll lead to them-”

“Blue, that’s enough.” Pinocchio cut in, steely eyes on the fairy. “Please, I’ve heard this time and time again before any of this. And you’re still not listening to me! Lampwick is here to stay for as long as we’re happy and I don’t plan on changing anything here. We’re not suddenly going to dive off a cliff into darkness for fun for goodness sake!”

“I understand. And your intentions are well-meaning, but even with the best intentions it’s easy to fall astray without someone there to guide you down the right path. I only want what’s best for you, you know that. I wouldn’t say what I’m saying if I didn’t think it was the right thing to do.”

Lampwick’s smile dropped, peeking up at the woodcarver curiously. Much as he was eager to hear if the man would have anything to say on that matter, he knew that face. He knew that daunting gaze and the silent gaping that it all came with. He knew far too well that the man had little else to say on the matter; not so much because he didn’t want to but because he simply couldn’t. And judging by the sudden patience that the Blue Fairy seemed to flair, he wondered if he knew what she had been doing the whole time.

He slammed his hand hard on the table, watching both jump as he stood up, his expression carrying a strained but polite smile as he stared the fairy down.

“I’ve reason t’ believe you’ve outsayed your welcome.” he stated, watching her bristle.

“You have no means of-”

“Yeah yeah, though you seem to have forgotten that this ain’t your house.” he retorted as he led her to the door, feeling her grow more tense under his hold. “Maybe come back once ya’ve aired out your aptitude!”

“Pinocchio is-”

“A grown ass man and doesn’t need babysitting when it comes to the choices he makes, aight?” Lampwick cut in, his grin widening all the while the fairy seemed to grow more frustrated. With a wave of his hand he shooed her past the threshold and leaned against the doorframe. “Take your leave.”

“You-”

“Good day, Reul Ghorm!” with a final cheery grin he slammed the door shut, locking it for good measure.

Lampwick let out a breath, his smile still plastered on his face as he turned back around and moved to the kitchen. “Well! I’d say that went pretty well!”

Pinocchio peered up as Lampwick drew closer, ice blue eyes holding a haunted look on his ashened face. “Yeah?”

“Well, given all things considered about her!” Lampwick snorted with a half-hearted shrug. His smile soon vanished, as Pinocchio only hummed in response and returned his gaze back to the ground. “You okay?”

“Sure.” he heard the man mutter tersely.

Lampwick hummed, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Mmmmmm yeah don’ really believe ya.”

“You just asked me the question and now gonna doubt my answer as well?!” Pinocchio snapped as he looked up, the irritation once more alight in his gaze.

Lampwick looked taken aback, even as Pinocchio ground his teeth together with his shoulders drawn in as he pulled his gaze down to their shoes again.

“S-sorry.” he heard him murmur, Lampwick taking the time to scoff this time around.

“Geez it’s fine, no need t’ use any of those wit’ me. You know I’ve said worse.”

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I-” the man shook his head, Lampwick withholding a frown as the words sunk in.

Doesn’t mean what? That he wanted to do the same? Wanted to stoop to his level?

He shook his head, revoking the thoughts any chance of taking further hold as he looked down at the man.

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged, “B’sides, not so much I’m doubting your words jus’…” he trailed off, his hand hovering over the other’s shoulder.

It was strange how until he started dating him, things like gentle touches and hugs still felt normal. Now, even just the thought of doing that or Pinocchio trying to kiss him had his heart beating faster than any festival drum and his face warmer than the summer sun. He pulled his hand away and rubbed at the back of his neck, clearing his throat and avoiding the blue eyes that were now looking up at him. Fuck it should be illegal to look this pretty, shit.

“L-listen,” he cleared his throat again, acting that he didn’t stammer. Keep it cool, Wick. He was your best friend only three weeks ago, remember? “I can’t pretend to know what’s on your mind, bu’ given who w’s just here—” he paused and gestured towards the door, the brunette sighing as he hung his head.

“I don’t regret it. What I said I— I don’t take it back. Not really.” Pinocchio glanced up once more. “I don’t regret having what we got.” Aaaaand the look paired with the words has the older boy’s heart leaping to his throat again. “But at the same time–” The woodcarver ran a hand through his hair, the movements growing more frantic and expression more tense, “Fuck me, Lampwick! I knew she would take it like this but that doesn’t mean— I-I still wanted—”

“You were still hoping for a better reaction.” Lampwick finished, as Pinocchio huffed. Though the frustration sounded less angry now. He face, previously paler than snow was growing red, the brunette blinking rapidly as he gripped at his arms once more.

“Was that too much to ask of her?” Pinocchio murmured, glaring off to the side. “Have I- Have I sunken so low in her expectations that I can’t even get a smile out of her or what?!”

Lampwick’s eyes narrowed. “You know what she’s like.”

“But is it really too much to ask of for her to be proud just once? To approve of-of anything? To be happy with me? Am I really that much of a screw-up?” The man’s voice was barely above a whisper by that last point, his bottom lip trembling.

Fuck!

“No!” Lampwick gritted out. “Cut that shit out, you hear me?!”

“I just want to be enough for her for once.” Pinocchio’s eyes had dropped to the floor as he gripped at the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re enough. You are enough.” the red-head retorted, his eyes widening as Pinocchio’s eyes screwed shut, his shoulders shaking harder.

“Not for her!” The young woodcarver choked out, the grip still tight around his arms.

“Then forget her!” Lampwick exclaimed, the previous flutterbyes forgotten as he pulled the man closer. “Just… forget her. Her opinion matters as much as… m-much as- as rotted through wood!” he finished off, feeling a jolt under his hand as Pinocchio hiccuped.

“It matters to me! And that’s more than enough!”

Lampwick’s gaze narrowed, ignoring the thoughts that spun around in his head as he instead focused on the man he was holding. He sighed, cupping the crown of the woodcarver’s head and rested his chin on top of it. He tightly held onto the woodcarver, as the storm of emotions waged on, soaking into his vest as he listened to the man quietly sniffle. “You need a chance to grow, Pinks. Without her dictating every step for you.” he murmured.

“It’s not been easy without Jiminy. Or Papa. I don’t- I still don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Pretty sure half th’ realm doesn’, it’s not that huge of a deal.” Lampwick muttered quietly, “B’sides, was it really easier wit’ either of them? Be real with me here right now, was i’?” Lampwick asked, looking down at the other man. “Cause I feel you were more often left to your own devices back then as well. And if not,” He held a finger up in protest at the glare Pinocchio’s eyes were already forming as he peered up at him. “Even if I’m wrong, ya still have others. You don’t need t’ rely on her, Pinou. You’ve Eugene, Kin—dare I suggest—. That other fairy… and that ruddy Woodcutter friend—or whatever he was—of your dad’s that’s still alive somehow. Fucking…. Anthony was it?”

“Antonio.” Pinocchio corrected bluntly.

“Eh, close enough!” Lampwick shrugged, smirking as Pinocchio rolled his eyes. “Bu’ yeah you’ve… several behind ya. And you’ve,” he glanced up just a touch, just barely meeting those pretty azures as he felt his stomach turn to knots. “You’ve… you’ve me as well.” Awkward pause. “Grace, Isk and Jefferson too I guess.”

He didn’t think he hid the noise in his head as much as he would have liked to. It took all his strength to keep his leg from bouncing, yet the proximity meant Pinocchio could still hear how hard his heart was hammering in his chest.

One thought escaped containment, rolling around in his mind as he watched and waited.

Would that… be enough? Could they be enough?

“I wish I could rely on her too though,” Pinocchio murmured, Wick letting out a breath.

“Well, you can’t.” He shrugged, watching the other deflate even more. “I know tha’s not the answer ya wanna hear, bu’ look at her. She can’ even give you a congratu-fucking-lations all because that stick’s so far up her ass and she needs everyone t’ know about it.”

The sad look vanished as he glared up at him once more. “Don’t be so rude!”

“I’m just saying how it is.” Lampwick chuckled, cheekily sticking his tongue out the moment Pinocchio scoffed. “Maybe she’ll eventually suck her shit up and be nicer but for now you jus’ gotta– Jus’ gotta keep going on you’re own. Maybe that other one will be nicer ‘bout it.”

Pinocchio carded a hand through his hair and nodded. “’m sure she would. Probably already has my letter about it.”

“Then I say fuck the first fairy and get ready for what the hell the other will put ya through, yeah?” He asked with a lopsided grin, watching as the other sadly nodded. “But for now, how’s about a visit to The Pear, eh? Food’s good t’ chase all the bad shit away, and heard Gene’s cook got something new on the menu.”

Pinocchio groaned as he rubbed at his face and exhaled heavily. “It’s not ‘food poisoning’ again, is it?”

Lampwick waved him off with a snort. “That was one time and that was ‘Kin at the pot. Trust me, b- Pinks. It won’ be the death of ya. Heard it’s something good.”

The woodcarver hummed and shook his head. But his eyes seem to lighten a touch as he gazed up at the red-head once more. “I’ll hold you to your word.” A gentle smile spread across his lips, something that Lampwick felt like he hadn’t seen since last night, yet it rendered him utterly frozen to the floor. Worse yet, the tease took the opportunity that Lampwick was still close enough to stand up on his tip-toes, and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Lampwick felt the air leave his lungs entirely.

“And if you’re wrong, good luck with dealing with my current patron.” the woodcarver whispered, any response gone from Lampwick’s head as he grew completely aware of how close they were. The startlingly blue eyes that peered up at him, cheeks still red but gaze so gentle and warm; to the breath Pinocchio exhaled close enough for him to feel it; to the hand still pressed against his chest, as Pinocchio worked to keep his balance. He even felt the weight leave once the brunette pulled back.

Lampwick’s brain was still working to catch up, even as stars danced in front of his eyes from the lack of oxygen, the one thing clear to him being the warm smile the woodcarver held on his face.

Pinocchio passed him by, fingers brushing softly yet so carefree against over his arm, Lampwick still unmoving from his spot as he felt his ears burn. The part of his arm he ad been touched on tingled, the man still feeling the touch as though it was still there even though it no longer wasn’t.

He inhaled deeply, nonchalance gone the moment the other was out of sight as he leaned against the table and looked behind him in stunned silence. He saw Pinocchio looking back curiously, though he was so fucking sure the man knew exactly what he had done. Despite having a breakdown almost moments ago, that puppet sure knew how to work his strings whenever.

Gods, fuck the bad food. This man would be the death of him first.

[divine-passion]

With you saying you have been writing more does this mean we get more of just to seal my fate? I love that story so so much 💜

i am SO hesitant to confirm anything because i know myself too well -- i am very guilty of publishing incomplete works and then abandoning them -- but that being said...

i am working on a version of just to seal my fate from alex's perspective. it's been a work in progress for about a year and a half and there's still a lot to be done, and i must confess that it is QUITE long already. if i do decide to publish it, it'll likely be put out in three or four pieces to break it up a bit, especially because it's more of a character study on alex than a retelling of the relationship between him and jack (there is still the framework of their relationship throughout it, but it's not just the same scenes from the original told from alex's perspective).

all this to say -- i won't be publishing anything for this until i feel that it's completely done and ready to be released in its entirety, and then i'll release it in several parts. it might take a while before that time comes, but long story short, there might be more coming in the just to seal my fate universe!!

[aerticent]

what if i died

[snowlilys-wife]

LOL, if you wanna hear Wyvern mounted classes are stupidly overpowered in nearly every Fire Emblem game ever made!

The older games only "balanced" the class by not giving you access to a couple later the game.

Armored Knights and Archers tend to be underpowered, the former particularly in recent games!

Ohh gotcha! Yeah, from what I can tell, wyvern riders always seem to be super OP, which is good when you want a tank that kills everything pretty easily. But if it’s a character I don’t really care about, I end up not using them nearly as much, unless I’m just trying to get their supports. I think the only wyvern rider I actually like and use regularly is Gerome tbh.

Also I do agree about knights and other armored units being super underpowered too, but all my archers are pretty strong tbh. I rely on them a lot lolol

[mullets]

i feel like i cant enjoy the office like a normal person bc when a clearly comedic scenario ends like... in a pathetic sad way bc its supposed to be funny i just feel sad. like i know we r meant to dislike micheal scott at the beginning but god damn that healthcare plan episode had me feeling so sorry for him when everyone js left work and he was left all alone. like yeah deserved but wow i feel miserable

[snekdood]

Whats pretty frustrating for me is that i know theres people who think of my preferences as like. Super unrealistic or something... as if i dont already know that. like.

The whole point is that im literally so scared of getting with other people that if they arent like the person i want to be with in my head, i dont trust them. It has nothing really to do with how "attractive" they are, rather, i self isolated for a while in highschool, realized that my base emotional feelings towards others was mistrust, and decided at that time it was impossible to find trustworthy people so I instead decided to go inwards and essentially "make up" people that i could trust. Because part of me really REALLY doesnt want to believe this is a cold heartless world where you cant trust anyone, I then would try instead to find these people externally. I know its not realitisc but I still havent met someone outside of my characters who I feel like I can fully trust.

[jmin]

when I see people liking a post I reblogged or made about a topic that is not the main thing I blog about I wonder if they’re already familiar with it or if it peaked their interest and they’re saving it for later. I wonder if I have helped people discover new things and new passions through my silly little posts.

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

KoF or Fatal Fury

if you're asking which I prefer: KoF, just because I've played more of them and Fatal Fury doesn't have King (not to be confused with Duck King, who IS in Fatal Fury and KoF and also absolutely rocks)

if you're not...idk what you'd be asking, then, so feel free to follow up~

[gnaga37]

keeping track of the pronouns people use for me when the only information they have is my minecraft skin

[crazyw3irdo]

“Jesus christ man what the FUCK” - my brother

glad you all enjoy it :3

made a uquiz

[starmocha]

Growing up Vietnamese means that child me was forced to be ok that our origin myth is literally a dragon marrying a woman/fairy/goddess and then divorcing and splitting custody of their 100 kids (lol what)

What I'm trying to say is I've been brain rotting about dragon!Sylus for the past week and it's getting bad and I will only be ok once I write a dragon AU that has a lot of

Overprotective Sylus

Berserk Sylus that can only be calmed by MC

MATES FOR LIFE MORE SOULMATES SHIT

"I belong to you and you to me."

"I would let the world burn for you."

Egg laying 🙂

More dad Sylus because it makes me sob and yearn so badly pls send help

Even more grossly in love with you Sylus because I plan on contributing to this genre until I die 🫡

Really just lowkey need more Sylus worshipping MC like the goddess that she is type of content

"My queen" is going to make a comeback fr fr

I also lowkey want to write MC as a literal goddess and Sylus is just a lowly human who worships at her altar the altar is my hips but this something for another day maybe

"You've sealed your fate the moment you have harmed her."

Literally I just want berserk Sylus decimating the world for one woman is that too much to ask 🥺

Powerful man who rules over others and is feared and revered 🤝 the one woman who rules his heart and can bring him down to his knees

did I mention more soft Sylus It heals my soul in a godly way 🥹

idk if this seed will sprout into anything since I only have the ✨️vibe✨️ for it and not an actual plot lol 🫠 ok bye back to the other 38299272793 wips that I am a slave to

[extinctlesspains]

Can i req se-mi fics? One particular one that i've been stuck with is instead of gyeong su, thanos and namgyu already recruited se-mi and min-su and hey need one more player and thats reader? Later on reader will help se-mi live etc etc,, idk if this is possible but if you can make it i'd love it!! Btw i love your sae-byeok fics, they make me twinkle my toes and twirl my hair😍

A/n: lol I'm glad my fics make you do that 😭 I hope you enjoy this one! 😘

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚 [𝑆𝑒-𝑀𝑖]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sᴇ-ᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴ sᴇ-ᴍɪ's ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ sᴇ-ᴍɪ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴀᴍɢʏᴜ’s ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, sᴏʟɪᴅɪғʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ɢᴀᴍᴇs.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　

Life had hit its lowest point when the card arrived. The ominous pink envelope bearing three shapes promised salvation—or doom. You knew it was a mistake to follow the masked soldiers, but desperation led you to the dormitory filled with hundreds of others in green tracksuits.

Your number was #457, and survival was your only goal.

Among the chaos, Se-mi and her team stood out. The cold, calculating woman approached you with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through you.

“We need one more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Beside her, Namgyu smirked, while Thanos and Min-su remained silent but intimidating.

“Why me?” you asked.

“You look like you can handle yourself,” Se-mi replied simply. “And we don’t have time for second-guessing. Are you in or not?”

You nodded, sealing your fate.

The haunting tune of the giant doll's voice echoed in your ears.

"Red light..."

You froze mid-step, every muscle locked in place. A man near you stumbled, his body crumpling to the ground as the sound of a gunshot filled the air.

"Green light..."

You ran in short bursts, your breath coming in gasps. Se-mi moved like a predator, her steps calculated and fluid. Behind her, Namgyu and Thanos stayed close, their expressions hard and determined.

Min-su faltered at one point, but you grabbed his arm, steadying him. “Keep moving,” you hissed.

When the timer hit zero, you collapsed onto the dirt, alive but shaken.

“You did good,” Se-mi said, crouching beside you. Her approval felt like a small victory.

The second game was pure chaos: an obstacle course with mini games designed to test coordination, skill, and endurance. Your team of five was bound together by ropes, forcing you to move as a single unit.

“Focus,” Thanos growled as the first mini game, ddakji, began.

Walking with four other people and playing games, was agonizing, the ropes tugging and pulling at awkward angles. Thanos took the lead, his commands sharp and unyielding.

The flying stone came next, with Min-su playing. The games went on until...The final game, Jegi. Every game was a gamble, the ropes threatening to drag you onto the floor and preventing you from going any further.

Nam-gyu slipped, nearly pulling the team down, but Se-mi's and Thanos' grip was iron-strong as they yanked him back.

When you finally crossed the finish line, exhaustion hit like a wave, but relief quickly followed.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Namgyu said, offering you a rare grin.

The announcement of the third game sent the room into a frenzy. Players were given seconds to form groups into the number that would be announced. Anyone left out would be eliminated. "Three." The voice announced.

“Stay together,” Se-mi ordered.

Splitting up briefly, you found a timid man looking lost amidst the chaos. You brought him back to a room just in time.

The masked soldiers marched in, shooting away the stragglers. Their screams were a grim reminder of what failure meant.

“Well done,” Se-mi said, her rare smile making the moment feel less dire.

After only three games, the main area went to hell.

The dormitory became a battlefield. Makeshift weapons were wielded with brutal efficiency as alliances dissolved and chaos reigned.

Namgyu’s betrayal was sudden but not entirely unexpected. He cornered Se-mi, his eyes dark with desperation.

“You think you can escape this place so easily?” he snarled. He was referring to Se-Mi switching to the X side.

Se-mi fought back fiercely, but Namgyu’s strength overwhelmed her. You saw it happen from across the room and didn’t hesitate. Grabbing a metal rod, you charged at him.

“Get away from her!” you screamed, swinging with all your might.

The impact knocked Namgyu to the ground, dazed but not unconscious. Se-mi staggered to her feet, blood trickling from her temple.

“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice shaky.

“We’re not done yet,” you replied, pulling her up.

Together, you faced the oncoming threats, fighting side by side. Se-mi’s quick thinking and your unrelenting determination made you an unstoppable pair.

When the soldiers finally in, the surviving players collapsed in exhaustion. The room was eerily silent, save for the gasps of those who’d made it through.

Weeks after the games ended, you and Se-mi sat on a quiet beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The prize money had changed everything, but the scars of what you endured lingered.

“Why did you save me?” Se-mi asked, her gaze fixed on the horizon. It was an odd question. The game ended weeks ago, so why was she bringing it up now?

“Because we’re a team,” you replied. “And because I couldn’t let you go.”

Se-mi didn’t respond, but the faint smile on her lips said more than words ever could.

You survived together, and that was enough.