#we were VERY unhappy last night 😭😭😭

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im soo fucking high for 11am & im living for myself

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[CN] Kiro's 6th Anniversary Event Story - Final Part (2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

Haha, so apparently I was wrong about the last post being the final part of this event story. And if you thought the last one was cute and wholesome, wait till you read this one 😭💕

Read Part 1: HERE

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[PART 2]

For this part, producers were asked to leave questions for themselves during the fifth anniversary to answer during the sixth anniversary, kind of like a year-end review.

There is a gentle breeze outside the window, and Kiro looks at me, waiting expectantly for me to speak.

I take a breath and say it slowly while thinking.

The first question I ask myself is: <self-written question>... <the player answers>.

The second question I asked is: <self written question>... <player answers>

My third question is: <self-written question> My answer is... <player answers>

After answering, Kiro hugs me into his arms and cannot help but peck the corner of my mouth.

Kiro: I declare that I am loving this event very much.

Kiro: I didn't expect to meet Miss Chips from a different period like this and hear your true feelings.

Kiro: There is a feeling of memories coming to us and embracing us~

I rub the crook of his neck.

MC: Then let me take a look at the Kiro from that time~

Kiro: Before answering, I have a small "note" to tell you in advance.

MC: What?

Kiro: That is, Miss Chips needs to know - my heart has long transcended all languages.

Kiro: So what I'm going to say next cannot explain everything about me.

Watching him speaking so seriously, I wink at him.

MC: You don't have to worry about that.

MC: I'll be able to see those feelings that cannot be put into words in your eyes.

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[Video shot during the fifth anniversary]

Kiro: This is the interrogation room of Kiro's soul. This is during the happy fifth anniversary of his relationship with Miss Chips.

Kiro: Next, I have a few questions that I would like to leave for myself one year from now. The full score of this questionnaire is 30. Asking Mr. Kiro to make his own evaluation.

Kiro: The first question is, was she happy every minute she was around you this year? If she was unhappy, did you make her happy in the end?

Kiro: Second question, what new achievements have you unlocked with her this year?

Kiro: The third question is, have you tried your best to make her feel happy this year?

Kiro: How much did you score in the end? Go and report it to MC next to you!

Kiro: But I have great faith in this superhero. These things are as natural and important to you as breathing, right?

[End of video]

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Seeing all the questions related to me, I feel a surge of affection in my heart.

MC: For the first question... can I, the client, answer it?

Kiro: Of course, no one is more qualified than you.

Watching him "take off his hat" to me like a gentleman, I am immediately amused and cooperate by "holding up my skirt". I speak slowly.

MC: I'm happy every minute, even every second, when I'm with Kiro.

Kiro: Your evaluation of me is much too high. How am I supposed to improve next year?

MC: Although I think you're good enough now, I know that Mr. Kiro, the perfectionist, isn't willing to lose to this year's version of himself.

MC: Then I'll just leave this problem to the you of next year~

I blink my eyes, model my hand to look like a "microphone" and put it to his mouth.

MC: It's your turn to answer the next questions.

Kiro: Let me think... you and I have unlocked a lot of achievements this year that it feels like a list of 99+!

Kiro: For example, I learned ballet with you, we rode horses together, and as my first family member, you accompanied me to play the suona...

This is a reference to Kiro's Joyful Heart Minds Quest, Happiness Date and Loud Date :>

Kiro: I feel like I won't be able to finish listing them even in three days and three nights.

A smile overflows from those blue pupils.

Kiro: In my heart, even if I just fry a perfect heart-shaped egg with you, it's an "achievement" worthy of being recorded.

A reference to his Partner Date

MC: Then let's continue to unlock more achievements and strive for 999 in the next year!

Kiro: If the goal is set so high, doesn't that mean that we'll have to stay together every minute to achieve it?

Once he sees me nod, Kiro hugs me tightly in satisfaction.

Kiro: Now it's time for the final question. My answer is--

Kiro: I have. Not only that, I too feel happy when I'm around you.

Kiro: This is the best proof.

My heart quietly swells in my chest. I smile and reach out to hold his face.

MC: If we're measuring it like this, then let's be a bit more "unsatisfied".

He obviously understands the implication of my words and lowers his head, nuzzling the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Then I will give myself a score of 29 this year.

Kiro: In order to make MC happier, I will never be satisfied.

Kiro: I will always give you the best.

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[PART 3]

When the car drives into Fairytale City, I can't help but sigh that the city is just like its name - with buildings full of fairytale motifs spreading out like oil paintings.

The heart-shaped stone wall standing in the distance looks like an illustration in a fairytale storybook. The hot air balloons floating in the sky use the sky as a backdrop to color the path of its flight.

We are surrounded by a dreamlike beauty, all of it too beautiful to be true.

MC: Aren't we going home? How come...

Kiro: Well, since we're out having fun, of course I'd want to take Miss Chips with me to see more beautiful scenery.

Kiro blinks at me and points at the hot air balloon floating in the sky, giving me a mysterious smile.

Kiro: By the way, let me reveal to you the best viewing location here--

Kiro: Come with me to the experience this fairytale.

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[Version 1]

When Kiro and I arrive at the at the hot air balloon ticketing counter, we are told that the next earliest flight would be in an hour.

With no choice left, we buy the tickets and wait on a bench nearby.

Kiro: The sun will have set after an hour. It's a pity that we can't see the best scenery at sunset.

MC: It doesn't matter, the night view is also very lovely. We can look down at the thousands of lights and look up at the stars~

??: Grandpa and grandma, the two of you are celebrating your 60th anniversary, right? I wish you a happy anniversary!

I see a few people surrounding an old couple who look incredibly happy.

I am surprised hearing the term "sixtieth anniversary", but also a little hopeful and envious.

MC: 60th anniversary... that's ten times ours!

Kiro: When we get to that age, it'll be interesting to sit here and reflect on today's scene.

While I happily agree, the corner of my gaze accidentally meets that of the old lady's, so I smile politely at them.

Seeing me say hello, the old man smiles and nods.

Grandpa: Have the two of you also come here for your anniversary, young ones?

MC: Yes, this is our sixth year, and he specially brought me here to take me on a hot air balloon ride~

Grandpa: Then he was right to bring you here. The scenery here is truly magnificent, especially now, just in time for sunset.

At this moment, Kiro smiles akwardly.

Kiro: Yes, but it's a pity that I couldn't buy the current flight. The earliest one is an hour later.

The old lady suddenly pats her thigh, and after whispering a few words to her husband, the two of them come over and hand us two tickets.

Grandma: Come, we can just exchange tickets with you two. It just so happens that our hot air balloon will take off in a few minutes, so you can catch up.

MC: ...!

Kiro: ...Thank you both for your kindness, but today is your sixtieth anniversary. It's only right that you see the most beautiful scenery.

Grandma: You are welcome, but this isn't the first time we've been here. We've seen it many times, during the day and night.

Regardless of our refusal, the old lady enthusiastically put the tickets into my hand. Seeing our desire to return it, she quickly waves her hand.

Grandma: When this old man and I first came here to celebrate our anniversary, a couple helped us exchange our tickets.

"--Passengers at 17:20 please start checking in."

Grandma: It's fate. Hurry up and go.

Kiro and MC: Thank you~ Happy 60th Anniversary!

We no longer decline, but solemnly and gratefully thank them, bidding them farewell.

When I turn around and walk towards the ticket gate, I can't help but squeeze Kiro's hand.

Kiro: When we celebrate our 60th anniversary, let's wish other young couples the same way.

MC: Pfft...

With him saying the term "young couples" so seriously, I can't help but laugh out loud.

And the moment our eyes meet, it is as if we have already envisioned our 60th anniversary.

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[Version 2]

On the cobblestone street, the musicians play their instruments as if intoxicated. The melodious sound of bagpipes make the quiet and peaceful city backdrop even richer.

The buildings on both sides of the street are unique, as if after opening a certain door, one can see the elves of legend.

We stop at the corner of the intersection. A small store seems to grab Kiro's attention.

The signboard of the mini store does not carry the name of the store, but a pattern of a hot air balloon is stitched together using various materials.

The mellow yellow light in the window is very warm, and a dizzying variety of handicrafts fill the shelves in the store. We walk along the shelves, and a decorative painting of a hot air balloon made of colored crystals at the end catches my eye.

On a blue background, colorful hot-air balloons rise slowly, with red ribbons tied to the baskets of the hot air balloons.

MC: Kiro, do you think this looks familiar?

Kiro thinks for a moment and then a hint of joy flashes in his eyes.

Kiro: This painting is similar to the scene of us riding in a hot air balloon together in our last "Agent Level Elopement Plan".

Kiro: Look, this place looks very much like the set we filmed at. I remember that next to it was the hotel we stayed in, and a flower field!

His fingers point at the corner of the picture and those scenes seem to reappear before my eyes.

On such a day, coming across such a suitable gift seems to be destiny.

Just as I am about to buy it, Kiro picks up the painting before I do.

Kiro: Shall we take it home?

Kiro: It's a very suitable piece to place in our "private memorial".

I pause and hold his arm seriously.

MC: Kiro, do you think that we were on the same wavelengths just now?

Kiro: So what do we do next?

Kiro deliberately pauses after speaking, as if he wants me to cooperate in answering his obvious question.

I can't help but chuckle and quickly continue.

MC: We pay and leave for a ride on the hot air balloon, of course!

Kiro: Bingo, our tacit understanding is perfect today as well.

Once he finishes speaking, he lowers his head and pecks my lips, then leads me towards the cashier.

When I walk out of the shop, the crimson color of the setting sun fills the sky, seeming to embody all of my expectations.

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Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, we board the last hot air balloon before the sun completely sets.

After speaking with the staff, Kiro personally handles the hot air balloon we are taking. As we continue to climb in altitude, the field of our vision also continues to expand.

The overall picture of the fairytale city gradually becomes clear, the scenery of the city gradually becoming smaller and smaller, slowly turning into lights, with stars falling under our feet.

As the terminus of this journey, the scenery in front of me satisfies my imagination befitting of the words fairytale, romance and beauty.

Looking at the one beside me, I can't help but wonder about the question I was curious about when we set off.

MC: Unexpectedly, good things, big and small, kept happening at every stop of our journey.

MC: However, they all happened for different reasons, so it's difficult to pin-point one specific answer.

The setting sun immerses his entire body in a gentle golden glow, making him look dreamy and soft.

Kiro: While the answer is indeed difficult to summarize, now that I think about it, maybe we've been making things too complicated.

MC: Hm?

Kiro: Since the prerequisite for all good things to happen is to be with my favorite MC...

Kiro: Then the reason why good things happen is simple--

Within that dreamy scenery, like a waterfall of light, I completely see myself in those blue eyes.

Kiro: It's because we love each other.

The extremely simple echo falls solemnly and decisively into my ears, filling my heart with the person before me.

Kiro: It's because the direction of our progress always leads us to each other. Our eyes always look at where the other person is.

Kiro: It's because we seem to be the other half of each other's souls. We are complete together, and we know each other's little habits and bad tempers well.

He slightly leans over and pulls me into his arms.

Kiro: [lets out a lovesick sigh] Along the way, we've cleared levels and won prizes with tacit understanding. Although we encountered a few difficulties, we'd be full of confidence, as long as we are together.

Kiro: Accidental luck is enough to make us happy; the similarities and differences of our bodies are like our souls growing together.

Kiro: Those good things are all things filled with joy, and these joys are the eyes of you who stay with me and look at the world together with me.

Kiro: It's because Kiro and MC love each other deeply, that the world also gives us more love.

Kiro: Giving us good things, surprising us, and allowing us to hold onto to these blessings together.

He gently touches our foreheads together, and our accompanying shadows seem to overlap at this moment.

Kiro: MC, you made the world love me.

The world becomes hazy, leaving me clueless as to what to say. All I can do is hug him tightly.

I know that this is the only answer - the one good thing that can be traced, is the magic of love.

MC: Then I'll work hard to make this world love you more and let it give you all its love.

The promise on that hot air balloon becomes clearer in my memory. Within that magnificent scenery, I let go of the embrace and stretch out my hands into the shape of a trumpet.

MC: KIRO, I LOVE YOU FIRST IN THE WHOLE WORLD!

Into the distance, towards the direction of the sun, I shout loudly, wanting to devote my entire heart to him.

MC: KIRO, I WILL LET YOU HAVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD...!

Kiro: NEXT YEAR, THE YEAR AFTER THAT, AND EVERY YEAR AFTER THAT, I WILL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE!

Kiro: I WILL GIVE YOU ALL THE BEAUTY AND HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD, AND BE THE PERSON WHO LIKES YOU THE MOST IN THE WHOLE WORLD!

The sky is filled with rays of light, both on the horizon and on my face.

In his arms, I clearly hear his heartbeat at this moment, echoing warmly with my own.

MC: Kiro, thank you for the surprise you've given me. I don't think I will ever forget this scenery.

Kiro: The most beautiful scenery is about to take place now.

The moment his words fall, the colored lights hanging on the balloon go from being perpetually lit to flickering like stars, like some kind of signal.

A brilliant streak pierces the dusky sky and fireworks burst into bloom, instantly showering the world with flowers akin to daylight.

The next second, a gentle kiss falls upon my lips.

The press of his lips turns into a lingering warmth. I close my eyes and respond to him passionately with those unfinished words in my heart.

The sound of fireworks rings loud in my ears, but they cannot beat the sound of my heartbeat at this moment.

Kiro: MC, happy sixth anniversary.

Kiro: Only now can the trip be considered worthwhile.

At this moment, he uses everything at his disposal to create a grand fairytale for me.

Even if the glow behind me is eternal, it is far less brilliant than the lover in front of me.

He gives me all of his love and never worries about me asking for more. All that matters to him is whether he is giving me enough, and then says things as if it is most natural thing ever.

MC: This must be the most beautiful fairy tale I have ever seen.

Kiro: No matter how incredible the fairytale is, I will make it come true for you.

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[PART 4]

When I see the photos of various sceneries posted on the car's glass, my voice rises a bit with joy.

MC: These were the places we travelled to together!

MC: But I've never seen these before. Why has a certain someone been taking secret photos?

My eyes stop on a few familiar yet unfamiliar "roads" and I point at them.

Kiro: These aren't secret photos. It's called using the power of technology to perfectly capture Miss Chips.

Kiro: That way, when I become a grandpa, I can--

He raises his eyes, touches his non-existent beard and pecks the photo of me.

Kiro: [imitating an old man's voice x1] Hmm~ My Miss Chips hasn't changed at all.

Kiro: [x2] Still so cute~

MC: Pfft, you're so dramatic!

Kiro: Nu-uh, what I said is true.

He winks seriously. I smile and peck him, picking up the first photo I come across.

MC: Then I want to appreciate the work of this photographer~

In the photo, the both of us are illuminated by the bright sun, our adjacent shadows playfully falling on the mottled ancient wall.

MC: I remember this place! We were imitating the little ducks walking on the roadside! But why didn't you send it to me at that time?

Kiro: This is the basic characteristic of a "magician". If I had sent them all to you, I wouldn't have been able to see your current expression.

He moves a little closer to me and a soft hum of success falls into my ear.

MC: Oh~ Turns out that this is the "magic" that Master Kiro had prepared long ago.

I smile secretly and continue to browse through the photos. Two blurry figures come into my sight--

Snow spread out all over the window, and within the frame, he was singing a duet with me with a mini-microphone. Just a single glance at it is able to make me feel very warm inside.

MC: You actually cut it out of the "MV" we recorded for fun! It looks way more atmospheric than the dynamic one~

Kiro: This can be called our "life photo"!

Kiro: With that said... here is another "life photo" of us.

He leans down and points to a photo with a smile.

Kiro: Ding ding, it's this--

Kiro: The moment "Miss Chips was taking pictures of her favorite person, and then the person who likes her most took pictures of her".

I look at the picture and my heart fills with layers of warmth.

It turns out that before I could put the person I like into my "world", I was always in his world.

MC: What should I do? I like every picture you take.

I gently caress the photo, but my gaze couldn't wait to see the "us" in the next picture--

In a quiet sea of flowers, we are seated in a retro convertible sports car. Same story - I look at the scenery, while he looks at me.

The winter sunshine illuminates him brilliantly, and also lit me up beside him.

Kiro: This photo also left a deep impression on me. When I saw this scene in the rearview mirror, I was thinking...

Kiro: Why is MC so beautiful? The scenery isn't as lovely as ten thousandth of you.

MC: It's obvious that I have a filter in your eyes~

Kiro: But you're clearly very lovely.

Kiro: What makes me happy is never the scenery, but you in the scenery.

His determination fills me up little by little. I lean into his arms with peace of mind and look at the last photo.

Under the dreamy purple clouds, hot air balloons float in the sky.

The person who creates romance for me holds a bouquet of "doll flowers" and smiles brightly at the camera.

MC: What about this one... how did you think of recording the scene before the surprise reveal?

MC: Could it be that you wanted to record my before and after pictures~

Kiro: Not exactly.

Kiro: In addition to recording you in this piece, I also wanted to record myself.

Kiro: I wanted to know what the Kiro who prepares everything for you and loves you so much, is like.

Kiro: But now it seems like nothing special.

He pauses and tightens his hold on me.

Kiro: He's just an ordinary person who likes his beloved very much.

I turn around and hook the back of his neck.

MC: Who said that? In my eyes he is super handsome and unique!

MC: So let me see you like this one more time, okay~

A corner of polarized light gently seeps into his eyes. He lowers his head and gently kisses my forehead.

Kiro: Certainly. This is what I have always done and will continue to do in the future.

Kiro: Let me be the Kiro who likes you the most in this world.

Kiro: --It's a promise and a resolution.

[END]

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HAPPY 6TH ANNIVERSARY AND NEW YEAR TO KIRO AND MC!! MAY THESE TWO ALWAYS BE HAPPY AND TOTALLY GET THE 60TH ANNIVERSARY THEY'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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have any of u guys seen that cheeseball cat on tiktok/insta?? idk i dont use instagram. this one

i saw them months ago but they popped up again last night on my fyp and i want to talk about them so bad because theyre an occupied object as i like to call them (object with some kind of spirit in them, not to say haunted, just an object with some kind of 'being' or soul to it) and i find it endearing that a cheeseball cat i randomly saw one day is occupied. now we go under readmore

im pulling most of the screenshots from this video because its the one i saw last night so go watch if youre curious and to show the creator some love for their art!

if you have no idea who cheddar is they were not always a cheeseball, the creator bought them and painted them like this originally they looked like THIS

the being in them was present from the time of buying, they stick out like a sore thumb in this image specifically (likely because this is the day of buying and they havent settled into their surroundings at all)

luckily they dont seem to mind the fact that they were painted like a giant cheeseball at all. i cant say every being would take well to that, but if anything, they seem to like it. even if op and the fans on tiktok arent aware theyre 'there', they seem to enjoy the attention they get, and the individual love they have been given in the paint job. to be loved is to be changed or whateva. in all seriousness though they are fine with it, more than fine, which im glad lmao

theres plenty of beings in objects that are discontent with their situation, where the person theyre with either is not aware of them at all, or is misguided in their views towards beings in objects/uncaring/ even scared, but cheddar here seems perfectly happy. while others might shy away from attention, they seem to like the attention tiktok gets them.

i mean, they have their own little pedestal, special gift like baby cats that are custom painted, theyre special and named to the person theyre with, and people on tiktok love them. not a bad life if thats something you like! im really happy they feel so content, i get sad seeing beings that are unhappy on the internet but i cant rlly do anything about those cases so 😭

they really seem to like the person theyre with too, in this frame of them being picked up, their energy softens and brightens and makes my chest feel giddy and affectionate. theyre very cute i adore this cat i would give them a hug if theyd have me

i think they likely have a purpose or magical skill, but i cant pinpoint it further than 'they want to bring good into this persons life', which could cover a raaange of things.

theyre not malicious at all, they seem very content and friendly and i wouldnt feel uncomfortable around them at all in person so no worry of that. a bit intense before settling into their new life, but not bad. sometimes beings are just a bit intense lol. theyre not haunted by any human spirit, i can't say where they came from, or when, but i don't think they were ever 'alive' either animal or human.

i ♥️ cheddar and their sweet little cheese throne

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Two dollars?? Whoa. I'll keep an eye out for a sale. Based on screenshots, it seems like P1 has more dialogue and more opportunities to get to know the characters better? I love the P2 art style so much though so it might be hard to get used to the original. I know some people have the opposite problem and are unhappy with some of the redesigns.

We like the same aspects of yandere <3 Oh I need to rant for a second. There's nothing wrong with legitimately enjoying the violence and kidnapping aspects, but I do feel like there's sometimes too much emphasis on making sure readers don't think you're (general "you") romanticizing yanderes. Like intellectually I know it's unhealthy you don't have to tell me every other sentence that this is wrong and bad and that the reader insert isn't supposed to like it! 🤧 ... Ngl I love willing!reader 🫣🫣 Anyway. Rant over :)

I'll never get over actually being asked for my thoughts?? Thank you, even though I often feel out of my depth lmao. Please tell me about yandere Aspity!

In addition to what you said, I think Maria would be prone to jealousy too but unlike Katerina, would feel more of a sense of entitlement and is more prone to lashing out at others and at you occasionally. Katerina is more likely to internalize perceived rejection and be self-destructive about it. They'd both want to dress you up and do your makeup (even if you don't normally wear any) like a doll >:)

Lara and Peter might be the clingy/obsessive type, would latch on to the idea of you as a lifeline to pull them out of their despair. Lara would try to prove herself to you through acts of service; you'd be the inspiration for Peter's art and he'd give you little gifts all the time.

Victor would be overprotective, treating you like glass and like you've said before, wanting you to feel you can come to him, only, with your troubles. Would also randomly ignore you occasionally lol :( He can't help it he's too lost in thought! Big Vlad would spoil the ever loving fuck out of you *and* intimidate everyone else away.

Btw. I read your Andrey x reader hcs last night and they were really good! I don't really feel anything for this guy but it seems like you've got his personality just right :) I've never wanted piercings in my life, why is that part speaking to me 😭 (ok, that's a lie, I did want snakebites when I was seventeen :o)) I liked the little bit about sketching diagrams afterwards, too. Your smut is so good forreal

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Delicious juicy food delivered straight to my inbox for FREE? I am in heaven and ascending even higher rn.

I want to let you know that this concept lived in my head rent-free for the past week. Each time I came to answer this ask, I'd get distracted by the brief yandere drabbles you wrote and get lost in the fantasy. Especially the overprotective Victor one, it's my favourite. Oh god, you're a genius. Tell me more I beg!

And yes P1 had a lot more dialogue which is nice because it explains the story a lot more. Especially characters like Aglaya who get a lot of backstory and other things revealed about them. It's a game that does the best it could with the very very limited technology it had at the time, and despite the graphics it's beautiful in some areas.

The music is its crowning gem however! P1 soundtrack literally blows P2 soundtrack out of the water. It's like the devs know the graphic and everything is lacking in P1 so they more than made up for it with fire music that gets you in a trance of how amazing it sounds.

I think the major flaws are how the charactersation and story is slightly different. Some characters like Victor and Aglaya remain the same but other characters like Alexander Saburov are massively different. Also as a majority everyone is more of an asshole in P1, especially Artemy and Daniil at times.

Eva and Andrey are more slutty... do with that what you will.

Yulia in P1 feels like a younger Yulia who's still lost and figuring out life. Like a freshly out of college Yulia. While in P2 she's more of a jaded full grown up who knows how the world works but is displeased by it. I love both versions <3 She is one of the very polite characters in P1... which are surprisingly sparce. P1 is also more funny and silly with the dialogue, it's more whimsical with more realistic options too. Also you get a lot of opportunities to break the 4th wall while in P2 you can only do it while talking with the rat prophet, the replacement Artemy and endgame Mark.

And I agree with you about the yandere thoughts. The horror ones are fun but sometimes I want romanticised obsession and devotion yk? Like a yandere ready to move the earth and bring down the moon for their beloved. Where the conflict is more focused on the emotions and intenal turmoil rather than the murder or horror aspect. Even when it comes to the reader, I enjoy a little toxic reader too 👀 Like someone who encourages their yandere behaviour or doesn't mind it, someone who is okay with the obsession or someone who actively goes out of their way to make it worse. A reader who's a full fledged character rather than a damsel in distress, someone who takes actions and can effect the world around them.

But don't get me wrong! I do like a damsel in distress... as a kink. It's kinda hot to be a useless fawned upon princess that everyone is looking to save and please.

Yeah, I feel you so much on the "Don't have to tell me this is wrong every sentence." Like, oh my god, dude! I hate when stories treat the reader like they're an idiot. You have to have faith in them, especially when your content is marked for adults that they will be able to read between the lines. Like you don't see murder or serial killer stories saying how this is wrong every sentence?? Yandere is just a mix of horror, romance, and smut! It's just an archetype with interesting concepts and maybe even a fetish.

Why do people have to psychoanalyse every kink someone has??

I'll get back to the other characters in a bit, let's focus on the overprotective Victor for example! bc the brainrot is real i legit haven't stopped thinking about him for one second.

In one of his dialogue trees he has this line:

5.Victor Kain: ...If I'd learned about this earlier, I would have torn his head off already. Now give me thirty-five seconds of silence, please. I need to think.

It's when you inform him about the chemist who's helping people hide their dead. The same one who buys body parts from Artemy, he apparently also works for tha kains but manages to hide his shady businesses right under their nose.

And his reaction is just odjwofjwofkwk So Delicious? Like that chemist posed a real threat to tramble down on the fragile castle the Kain built with their reputation, start a domino effect which exposes them as law breakers for the townfolks which they absolutely cannot have.

You see him angry, even if it's just a small glimpse. He could've worded it more elegantly, used so many different expressions. But no, Victor chose the phrase "tear his head off"

THE FERALITY! THE POTENTIAL MY GOD. This man is so good at making himself a safe and trustworthy pragmatic person so much you forget there's a wide awake tiger with deadly focus behind those melancholic eyes, weighting your every word and soaking in all the information you unawarly expose to him. Memorising all the names you mention, drawing a map in his brain of your social circle and connections. Saying so little himself just to get you to keep talking and telling him more and more until a secret or two spill out without you realising it.

The way he's briefly quiet before snapping, composing himself, and holding back the flood of rage in his brain from bubbling to the surface. "I would've torn his head off" only scratches the surface of what he really wanted to do and say.

Even this simple sentence from someone usually so polite and level-headed paints a gruesome picture of a predetor's sharp teeth tearing apart a person's brain, completely dislocating the head from the shoulders and tearing the skin off with one bite. The crunching of the skull as it caves under the pressure of the tiger's jaw.

AND THEN YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TELL ME HE IS AN OVERPROTECTIVE YANDERE!! I love you so much.

All that anger directed towards anyone who wishes you harm. It's like you struck a match inside him and now he simply cannot help but watch out for your well being from behind the curtains.

His obsession stems from thinking of you as... lesser to put it kindly. Of course you will never be aware of this condescension nor how he views you as a fragile thing unfit for the real world, a glass figurine that needs to be handled with delicate gloves so you won't crack.

Non the wiser, you think he's just a really good listener. So when he invites you over for tea, you oblige and just spill your heart out to him. Telling him how your week went, talking about the boring details and your hobbies, mentioning the mundane things like your trip to the grocery store.

And he never interrupts, at first you thought it was a little creepy how he'd have you over just to listen to you talk. Only answering with questions and dismissing any questions directed towards him ir his well being, saying he'd rather know about you more.

But with time you warmed him to him, I mean it is Victor Kain? He has never done harm to anyone has he? Sure the Kains have some screws loose but Victor always seemed the calmest one amidst his eccentric family.

You think that maybe he is just lonely and needs company or a friend! He's definitely awkward when it comes to normal conversation, so you're understandable when all he wants to talk about is you.

As far as you're concerned, that's as deep as youre surface relationship goes. It starts with afternoon tea and ands just after the sun sets down when he walks you home, ever the old school gentleman. Strange tho, he never walks anyone else home and lets Maria run loose at any hour of the night. But you've never given it much thought.

You poor sweet thing, so unaware of the monster you're feeding. The obsession you're helping nurture whenever you oblige to his request or head his advice. The rush of satisfaction that runs through his veins when you come running to him to vent after a particularly hard day, the addicting euphoria flooding his system when you thank him for listening, saying how he's the only person you trust with these embarrassing things.

Victor who's pulling strings when you're not looking. Taking over your life and holding power over every aspect of it so he can fine tune it, surgically decide every small detail like he's tinkering with the delicate inner-machinery of a clock.

Making sure he is your sole support system. Coincidentally, the friends you make are offered jobs back at the Capital and have to move away. The grocery near your house relocates, and the closest one is right next to the Kain's resident.

Whichever job you held is deemed too dangerous for someone as helpless as you and he takes it upon himself to talk to someone who talks to someone else who persuades the owner into getting you fired or at least you're out of business if it's privately owned. No one wants your services, they all deeply admire the Kains and would run to please him at the drop of a hat.

No one but Victor who so kindly extends a helping hand. If you refuse chairty money then he immediately suggest working for him instead, he needs a helper you see. No matter what excuse or response you have prepared, he has already accounted for all of them and has a convincing counter-argument.

You don't have to know that in reality, he just thinks the world is too dangerous for you to freely roam and get a job. If you want to play pretend as boss and employee then he will indulge your childish antics and offer you a job, either way the end is the same with you slowly migrating more and more under his wing and care.

Stripped of your income, support system and any opportunity for growth. Once Victor has you in his claws, he will make sure you never slip through his fingers.

Tbf he is content with you just being around, as long as you're safe and sound under his watch he will even if you just see him as a friend and nothing more.

Because while helping you is enthralling, not knowing where you are is the worst withdrawal he has ever experienced. And that man lived at the Capital before, do not let his grown up facade tirck you, he's probably even tried coke and all drugs under the sun at some point in his youth out of sheer boredom or curiosity.

It ircks him thinking you're vulnerable and bare outside for anyone to grab, it makes his brain ache to see you in a situation outside of his own control. He needs you to live in a world of his own making for all of eternity or he feels like ripping his hair out.

Zero expectations are set upon you to do anything. He isn't looking for a slave or a housewife, he just wants to be reassured no harm will ever befall you and keeping you under his watchfull gaze is the best solution he could come up with.

So what if you're basically a glorified pet? You still have your freedom... although limited. You can pursue your hobbies, indulge in his money and even befriend his two kids if you feel like it.

If you get really desperate for company other than his own and the Kains, then maybe he will think about letting you socialise with the other utopians every now and them. The mostly do not pose any dangers but some of them (caught Andrey, Eva and Vlad the Younger) Do really test his patience and boil his blood with jealousy from the shameless sexua advances and romantic propositions they throw your way as if he wasn't in the room.

Still, the utopians are your toys to play with until you're content. Didn't you ask for friends?

But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of more... forgive his brain, humans are inherently flawed and he cannot help but think of you in rather scandalous ways at times. Animalistic desires of lust and love rearing its head. Whenever you lean too close to him, pat your beautiful eyelashes or call his name out with a faux whine.

He's more than open to a seemingly "normal" relationship with you. As long as you get used to his busy schedule and periods of ignoring the world around him while in deep thought. He lives in his own brain most of the time and you rarely if ever guess what's going on in his life at any give day.

He remains an enigma while settling for nothing less than your whole heart laid bare before him on a silver tray. Proding at the fragile organ, never causing it any harm as he caresses it with gentle fingers. Feigning ignorance of the way his mouth waters, salvia dripping down the sharp fangs.

But again, he's down to compromise. You can only go places if he's by your side, even his own brother, the judge, he doesn't trust to accompany you alone.

-

God that was a fucking treat to write and think about. Talking with you is always so fun, I can just let go and say everything on my mind. When writing fanfics or sharing my thoughts to others I always trim the edges and make sure I'm not repeating myself yk? I have to put in effort to make my thoughts presentable and tied nicely with a bow, compress it down to bite sizes.

But man i am living the dream! A wall of text! my purpose in life! I wrote so much in such a short time that my fingers actually hurt.

Anyway I have more so let's keep going!

-

YANDERE BIG VLAD MY BELOVED.

He'd also fall on the overprotective category but not possessive controlling like Victor Kain. No, He'd want you to genuinely be happy.

Spoils you rotten, without decorum or an excuse. Literally buys you anything and everything, even the things you don't ask for he will get you just because he thought you might like them.

The softest thing with you despite how harsh and uncaring he is with others.

Don't get him wrong. He is still a ruthless businessman with shady and amoral practices, he simply does not care. The only things worth it in this life are the people you love, and he loves his family the most.

Including you! Surprise! He starts considering you part of his family. His love is definitely not just platonic however but he does hold the most shame when it comes to getting together with someone after his dead wife yk?

Especially if you're younger, oh my god he lacks morals yes but this is just humiliating. He gets over it easily.

If you want someone who is extremely self-aware and the guilt of lusting after a young adult really eats him up to the core, then look at none other than Alexander Saburov. Not only is his wife still alive so triple the shame and guilt, but also you're a 20/30 something cutie and he well past middle age. He is getting his ass beaten by his conscience inside his own mind and having a moral crisis.

Anyway, back to Big Vlad. I think he'd try to make you get with his son as a way to coerce you into joining the family, especially if you say he is too old for you.

Try saying Victor Kain is too old for you and that old man 404 errors on the spot then quickly recovers pulls up the shady "well the passage of time is subjective and age does not define a human's mind as long as they are a sound adult" argument. I don't think he himself remembers the fact he is almost 60. Age and time is just a suggestion to the Kains.

However Big Vlad would never pull the "becoming your boss" move ever. He wants you to see him as someone close and in an intimate light, that move will just ruin everything he has built. If he wants to throw money your way then he will shamelessly do it without tact and no one can stop him.

You do get your own worms bodyguards and nice herb brides who watch over you courtesy to him however.

Alexander might be the biggest simp in yanderes but he will hesitate before doing something which conflicts with his convictions.

Big Vlad however, will not.

Your suggestions are heard and the changes you demand in his treatment of the kin are immediately obeyed. He tries his best to please you and make you happy, you literally have this man wrapped around your pinky.

A single kiss would have his brain haywire, all it takes is a pat of your pretty eyelashes and a cute pout and all the complaints fizzle from his brain. You immediately win the argument by default.

While sex is good and all, I feel like he is more of a romantic at heart. Genuinely a big doofus in love and would melt over something as simple as hand holding or having you sleep against his chest. He lives for the early morning breakfast where your eyebrows are scrunched from being so sleepy, as you walk over and sink into his arms.

If Victor Kain treats you like a glorified pet and Alexander Saburov like the temptation & sin incarnate then Big Vlad treats you like royalty, a literal prince/princess fallen into his lap and he's the king who will ensure you have the most pampered and spoiled life ever.

You're not helpless in Big Vlad's eyes, he doesn't infantilise you like Victor Kain does. If anything you're the most capable and talented person in the entire world, which is why you deserve everything good and sweet in it.

-

I have so many more ideas and concepts! I love your idea of Maria and Katerina treating the reader like a doll and dressing you up then making out with you- Like you're just a beautiful thing to them to cuddle with as they fall asleep and string along on dates.

Yandere Maria wouldn't care what you have to say, she never begs or asks, she just takes. The day she decides you are here doll, everyone acknowledges that you are off limits because who in their right mind would oppose Maria??

And while Katerina doesn't hold much power, her husband is the leading authority over the town criminal and justice system. He is also the biggest simp to her and is 100% okay with being a cuck if it means his wife is happy.

If having you as her precious doll to dress up, smooch, and play with will put a stop to her morphine addiction, then he'd step over his own morals and look the other way.

YANDERE ASPITY MY LOVE. She has potential! I adore non-humans obsessing over a human. You're not like other humans, you're full of surprises and she wants to test and study you more. You make her see worth in her life and the world beyond the earth and why she was born.

I also like the implication that since she is literally a piece cut from boddho's heart and moulded into a person like clay, that if she falls in love with you then the earth itself would too. With Yandere Aspity you get a Yandere Boddoh and the entirety of the kin for free!

Maybe even possessive Aspity who doesn't want to share you with the earth, who refuses to hand you over and wants you to be hers. A piece of the earth defying its original self, establishing herself as her own person by choosing to love you and never share you.

But my food already went cold, and my fingers are growing numb, so I will cut it short for now.

Ha. Short. I say while having written the entire front page article of a gossipy small town's newspaper.

Do tell me about your thoughts! I love hearing them and reading what you write! Be it your thoughts about other yanderes or your opinions of what I have written. Or even an entirely different concept in general.

Lastly, thank you so much for the praise! I'm glad you liked my Andrey fic. He was a bit challenging to write because as you can see I specialised in romanticism and down bad old men and he's a fuck boy with anger issues and a renaissance man. So I had to conceade that no, he won't take you on picnics but he will take you to get your nipples pierced and maybe get a matching set of his own.

I'm happy you like my smut! I struggled a lot with figuring out how to write it ironically- I stuided romance and fluff I didn't take any good dick courses! So I only improved through trial and error, I changed my smut style so many times ah- The current one is the one I like most!

[sebastianswallows]

So, I had a dream with Sebastian last night, and it's very boring, but I might as well share it because I'll probably forget it if I don't.

Basically, I've had two obsessions lately: Sebastian and my impending relocation.

So my dream was basically me complaining that the city I'm moving to is so ugly and full of big grey buildings and cars and noise and dust and I just hate it. I remember crying in my dream because I was so unhappy with it.

And in the dream, Sebastian was with me, and there was a sort of... thing happening? Like a coup or an attack or something? So he's like "alright, let's get out of here" and he drags me, still crying in frustration, through some back alleys on our way home, but these streets were filled with beautiful classic buildings like the ones in the town I lived in until recently. And he took me basically to my grandmother's flat (which wasn't in that city at all in reality but never mind). Don't know if we were living together or what, but he just let himself in.

And we spent the rest of the dream with me calming down and then us watching the coup together on TV in the living room. We talked a little bit, but I don't remember exactly about what. Was sad when I woke up, because I wanted to talk to him more 😭 Don't even want a spicy dream, I just want to live in pretty places and spend time with my boy.

[melis-writes]

Similar scene to michael looking at kay and shut the door to her face but with victoria after she cheats on him...but in michael's view of story or third person's point of view?

Omgggg drama and angst, I see!! 😭 Little too painful to write because we all love these two and their relationship so much so be prepared for lots of heartache, angst and since Victoria’s the one unfortunately doing the cheating here, a little revenge on Michael’s behalf and a very unhappy ending. 💔💔💔

Cheating on Michael was the last thing you felt you could ever do in the world, betraying yourself, him, your children and your family as a whole.

It was never even a thought that crossed your mind or something you could utter in a joke and regardless of how “normalized” having mistresses or casually having sex with prostitutes seemed in the criminal underworld, it was never accepted or brushed aside by you or Michael the way Sonny and Fredo did.

Ten solid years of marriage came with its ups and downs, fights, arguments, highs and lows, but Michael and you never went to bed angry at one another, never gave each other the cold shoulder, never screamed insults to each other or fought near the children, never let others get in the middle of your relationship nor did you or Michael ever hurt one another.

There was never a moment where you questioned your marriage or its integrity, where you stood with Michael or the love you both had for one another—physically and mentally, but you could say now to yourself as you faced your husband for what seems to be the last time until the upcoming court sessions for divorce, that he lost you to other things.

It was his absence. 1959 onwards with your youngest child—James—then two years old and the twins, nine, everything changed.

Your little family had grown in 1956 and 1957 to welcome two new baby boys but nothing could have changed the trajectory of your life and directly, your marriage with Michael like his own absence.

Michael’s longest business trips in the past took up to a week, but you were seeing two, three weeks on end. When Michael would return, he’d be exhausted and in no mood to take you and the children out on day trips, yacht rides, or sometimes even eat meals at the same time as the family.

Even at the end of a business trip, it seemed that Michael was still wired to whatever company or business partner he was working with. At times it would be all he spoke about and spending late nights until 3AM in his office continuing to work became the norm.

Your bed remained cold half of the time and every time you peeked open your eyes and looked over to see if Michael was there, he was not. When he was, he didn’t respond to your touch or cuddle against your body out of exhaustion and deep sleep.

When you awoke in the morning, Michael no longer was next to you naked and enjoying his morning cigarette but rather fully dressed and smoking while getting ready and leaving you behind.

Michael no longer had the time to tuck the children into bed, and the bedtime stories he used to read from James’ favourite book became something of the past. The children had to grow used to not seeing their father around in the mornings or the evenings, but treated rather like guests who needed an appointment just to see if there was time to hug Michael.

Michael’s absence not only become unavoidable but it quickly became insufferable. The two of you went from having sex at most three times every single day to once a week, if not once every two weeks.

It didn’t dull the physical experience of sex, but Michael went for one round only and there was less time for foreplay. The two of you still enjoyed the sex but it completely lacked the fire and energy that was put into it from both sides giving effort like the past nine years.

Things only intensified, doubled and worsened in the following months but Michael didn’t see a single thing wrong with his actions. He was present for annual family photos but he wasn’t present fully in your life or the lives of your children.

In many ways, Michael forced you to grow used to his absence and the weeks you spent crying yourself to sleep became a pain you simply accepted in your heart.

You spent that period of time trying to talk to Michael—trying to tell him how he was splitting the family apart with his absence and that it was becoming clear to not just you but the children and Michael’s own brothers that Michael was choosing the family business over his own family every single time.

The communication you tried to get across to Michael was ignored completely or resulted into fights and arguments. Gone were the days of not going to bed mad at each other or no cold shoulders; the cold shoulder was all you knew from Michael.

Even when you tried to seduce him by wearing a new, sexy piece of lingerie and lingering around the doorway of his office, Michael glanced up from some paperwork and simply told you, “I’m busy.”

That night, you returned to your bedroom in tears throwing off your lingerie and practically trying not to tear it out of anger. You were uncomfortably aroused and wanted intimacy and time spent alone with your husband but Michael pushed you aside every single time.

A year into this and your heart knew it wasn’t worth the wait or the useless effort. You began to return back to the courthouse for work instead of doing so from home and Michael neither noticed or cared.

You spent every bit of free time you had with the children to essentially play the role of both mother and father to them but felt miserable seeing little James grow up without Michael’s full presence like the twins and Vincent had as toddlers.

But the misery you had in your relationship only remained in your relationship. The rest of your family members, in-laws, and even coworkers and colleagues at the courthouse treated you no differently and you found yourself working twice as long because you enjoyed their company.

Being touch starved was another thing, and you gave up on Michael ever touching you or spending the same amount of time with you again. You didn’t try or ask anymore and it stopped bothering you when your path collided with an old colleague from Darmouth once again; Salvatore Romano.

Salvatore had been transferred from New Hampshire to Nevada and preferred the courthouse to personal, smaller cases like yourself. It was a reunion you never thought you would look forward to and the glance the two of you shared during the welcoming party told you that you wouldn’t have to feel alone for long.

So you didn’t. When you’d normally finish your work for the day or court was adjourned, you’d head home, but you stayed back with Salvatore. You watched him finish his work, wrap up his cases and learned from him as much as he learned from you.

You came to work early to enjoy coffee and breakfast with Salvatore, reminiscing about the old college days. The two of you worked on the same cases with each other and all seemed like friendly time spent together until the two of you shared a kiss after work.

Hidden kisses in the dark led to little trips to Reno together where you were able to disguise yourself well from any media attention. There was a thrill in seeing Salvatore in secret and he spent every last bit of his effort and free time giving you the love he yearned to do so in college.

You were drowning in affection and love and you confirmed it to yourself then that this was your dirty little secret you couldn’t help but enjoy—your affair that nobody suspected because of the double life you lived with Salvatore and Michael.

Michael did not suspect a thing and he couldn’t because of his own absence but you told Salvatore everything. You burst into tears during a dinner date at his house and explained everything that had been happening to you with Michael for the past year.

It led to the dinner remaining cold and unfinished, but the bed warmed with the two of your moans filling the room. You then learned what the meaning of being touch starved was and as you found yourself falling more and more for Salvatore but also still madly in love with Michael, you told yourself that with the person you are and the lifestyle you live, you could definitely have it both ways like Michael did.

But you couldn’t. Michael may not have cared about your work habits but your prolonged absence from him—not your children—was not a case of “two can play at that game”.

He did not send any of his men to watch you or insist on any bodyguards, but rather he left you alone. And then one day, Michael had Tom call your receptionist with a false name as one of your clients from reading it off of your case notes and asked how long you’d be staying in the office for.

You always came home at 3PM, 5PM at the very latest when everyone had finished their shifts at the courthouse. Your receptionist told Tom you wouldn’t be home until 10PM.

Tom had followed you out of the courtyard that rainy evening to Salvatore’s apartment. He was unable to hear or see anything except make out your silhouette behind the curtains from the window, and seeing you two embrace and kiss confirmed it all for him.

There was always something inside of you ready to leave Salvatore and back to Michael for good if he was just there for you—if things could have gone back to normal. You were still madly in love with your husband after all, and Salvatore didn’t know this.

Perhaps with everything that you’d been through now and the decisions you made, you should be saying “good riddance”, or perhaps not even feeling a semblance of shame in yourself.

At the end of the day, you weren’t prepared for the consequences to your actions and that meant Michael taking custody of all of the children and forcing you to allow him to do so otherwise he’d blackmail you into exposing your corrupt practice and your affair with Salvatore.

The two of you spent an entire week screaming at each other, fighting, even leaving the compound and refusing to be around each other as Tom prepared the divorce papers. Hearing the children cry and beg for their mommy and daddy to stop fighting was the norm for you and Michael.

“Do I even have to ask why you disgraced our family? Our marriage?” Michael spoke to you through gritted teeth as your back pressed against the front door.

“You have to stop asking yourself stupid questions you already know the answers to.” You said back with tears in your eyes. “You did this to us, not me.”

“I never cheated on you, I never once looked at ANOTHER WOMAN!” Michael bellowed, causing the children to cower in the hallway as they listened over. “I would NEVER do that to you and our family, no matter what! And to think I expected the same goddamn decency from you after ten years of marriage only to see you’ve been warming the bed of that lawyer—how fucking utterly pathetic are you.”

“Go ahead, Michael.” Your throat tightened with emotion. “Do it. Say all of your mean things, it’s not like our children are listening.”

“MY CHILDREN!” Michael points an accusing finger at you, sneering. “They’re MY children from now on. They’re not yours. You can live in regret everyday for the rest of your life because you will never see them again, do you hear me?”

“You’d be surprised,” you whispered, but your comment back was not taken lightly by Michael.

“Get the hell out of my house—“ Michael grabbed at your arms, pulling you away from the front door by force before throwing the door open and shoving you out. “GET OUT!”

You cried out and stumbled onto the cobblestone pathway, almost falling onto your side but shakily regaining your balance.

“You will never see my face again, you will never be able to visit your family here again.” Michael gripped the doorknob so harshly that his knuckles turned white. “And once all the paperwork is in order, you’ll go back to the way you wanted everything to be; just Victoria Ferrari.”

“You’re throwing me out of my own home.” You scowl back at Michael, “simply signing a few papers and screaming at me about it isn’t going to be enough!”

“I get what I want every single time, Victoria.” Michael raises his voice above yours. “And I promise you that if you go against me, I will make you and that Romano’s life a living hell.”

“Mama!” Verona burst out into tears as she tried to rush to the door with Nicole, James and Vincent—all of the children crying silent tears while being hidden in the hallway but unable to take it any longer.

“I wanna see Mama!” Vincent burst out sobbing.

“MAMA!” James shrieked as he extended his little hand out to you but Michael began to pull him back from the door.

“STOP IT!” You screamed, lunging for the door only to find it slammed abruptly in your face and immediately locked. “Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” You crumbled to your feet, sobbing in anguish against the door and pounding your fists over it until you the children’s cries grew quieter and they were taken to their rooms.

You didn’t even bother to move or comply when Michael’s men came to forcibly remove you off the compound’s grounds—the same men who put their lives on the line countless times for you in the past ten years now hauling you out like a wild animal.

As you were taken to the front gates of the compound and about to get in the back of a vehicle that would take you to the airport to board the next flight for New York, you looked up at a figure you didn’t recognize by the gates.

Just as you raised your head, you gave the photographer at the compound the perfect headshot of you for the papers, but before you could react in any way possible to knowing your name was about to be smeared all over the press, you noticed something else too.

The photographer held his camera in one hand and reached out to grab his pistol from the pocket of his dress trousers with the other.

All happening back to back in one split moment, your eyes widened as the last thing you heard from the assassin was: “Michael Corleone sends his regards.”

[tomdutch]

writer year in review: 2021

hiii <3 i responded to this tag last year and since there’s 4 hours until 2022 for me, i thought it’s time to do it again :’)

first creation and most recent creation of 2021

blue jeans was the first fic i posted! the last fic was a drabble for flufftober, home to me

one of your favorite creations from 2021

i started making social media au series this year and my favourite one is break my heart, it meant so much to me at the time and so did all the interaction it got :’)

a creation you’re really proud of

blue jeans! it took 12 pages of planning, three weeks of nonstop writing (in a pit of ocd induced depression but i’m counting it as writing productivity 😭) and it’s the longest thing i ever wrote, sitting at 33k words. i loved every bit of it, it’s my best writing and characterisation and i’m really happy with it :’)

a new style you tried this year and a fic that uses it

help i already answered this with the smau bit bc i did not read all these questions 🧍🏽‍♀️ lemme link another series though: sun & moon

a creation that took you forever

sunny side up… MONTHS y’all it took months to hit 10k words then like a week to hit 22k 😭 it really takes me forever to get into a fic but once i’m absorbed it goes a lot faster

your creation from 2021 that received the most notes

break up with your girlfriend has 1.5k which is insane y’all are insane and i love you

a creation you think deserved more notes

hmm i’d say bliss among sinners sort of flew under the radar rip

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it

none lmao we sedentary and loyal

a creation you made that breaks your heart

i don’t think anyone is surprised by me saying break up with your girlfriend lmaooo though i also very much enjoyed giving it an unhappy ending bc it felt like the most natural conclusion

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love

any of the flufftober drabbles tbh but late night love has a special place in my heart :’) when will tomothy impregnate me come on man

a favorite creation created by someone else

ah there were so, so many incredible fics posted this year, i feel horrible choosing just one, but i can’t deny i’ve read torn leaves, broken hearts by thee incredible @t-lostinworlds like 800 times sksksksks it’s my go-to fic for when i need some romantic indulgence. t, i’ve already talked your ears off about how much i adore this story and your writing in general, but god you really outdid yourself here. 

however for peter... a billet-doux from the lighthouse by @subspider ash you unhinged genius 🧎🏽‍♀️ the bar i’ve set for myself is already so low but i truly never thought i’d ever say i wanted to take care of and fuck spider!peter or a man with more than 4 limbs in general. yet here we are. thee emotions, thee tenderness, thee yearning, thee web eating. poetic cinema.

some of your favorite content creators from the year

omg so many but to keep it a lil short bc i’m sleepy lmao: @userholland @specialk-18 @softholand @subspider @silkscream @vendettaparker @arvinsescape 

and for good measure, a couple more creations of yours that you love

hmmm bubblegum pop, love lies, welcome home, what moonlight can do & girls like you

tagging: everyone i’ve tagged here is very welcome to do this (no pressure ofc!!) + @veryholland @heavenlyholland @harryhollandsgirlfriend @honeyspidey @449 @peterbenjiparker @uhlxis @justapurrcat @saturnpeter @blissfulparker @lauras-collection & anyone else who wants to!!

++ not to be cheesy, but this was a very tumultous fucking year and through that all, despite how insufferable this app can be sometimes, i truly have been able to count on this lil community of ppl to make me feel better. i’ve made some wonderful friends and interacted with lovely people, and i appreciate all of y’all so much. i hope you have a peaceful, joyful and safe 2022. thank you to anyone who’s ever left a sweet comment on or sent me an ask abt a fic of mine. it means so much to me, i’m so greatful and i’m very excited to share more writing with y’all next year ♡

[blris96]

Hello!

I apologize if you’ve already answered this, but what were your overall thoughts about last night’s episode of The Rookie? I know it has its issues, but I was sad to see some people pick it apart. I loved the episode and I’m glad it’s what we got before a 3 week hiatus.

Hi lovely anon!

No need to worry about if I’ve answered a question before! I’m one who answers any asks I get (I genuinely like doing them)!

I actually haven’t gotten an ask on what my thoughts were about Sunday’s episode. Thank you for sending this in ❤️!

The true crime documentary format is hit or miss depending on the person (I happen to love this format!) This season has also split the fandom in my opinion. I will admit I miss the patrol storylines a bit.

Like you, I also loved it and was happy to go into hiatus with it 🥰. It was one of the best episodes I’ve seen in a while! They were on point the last two episodes in my opinion and both 4x15 and 4x16 felt like the early seasons again! I woke up this morning to people just unhappy with it and wasn’t happy to see it. I get that every episode has its issues (I rag on the writing a fair amount as of late), but Sunday’s was good! I had no issues either.

In my opinion, everyone got screentime, everything was cohesive, the story was interesting as were the dynamics and there was balance. There was a bit too much Nolan and Bailey (that’s a general gripe of mine), but their screentime wasn’t bad. I preferred this one to the Season 3 true crime episode.

Lucy as a character I thought was fine! I saw some calling her OOC and I don’t agree. She was on camera and that does tend to change how you act. Being extra so it looks good on camera is common in the performance world (I danced in college, I know it all too well lol). Being on camera is essentially a performance. She was having a rough time at the end and it was heartbreaking 😭😭. DoD was something I’ve been itching for a callback for since 2x12 and we got it with the tattoo touch. I’d love for her to be friends with Thorsen! They alluded to it in the beginning of the season and haven’t really followed through.

I loved the Chenford we got too! They were acting so totally married again and it was adorable 🥰🥰. Lucy being touchy towards Tim on camera?! Yes please! They played off each other very well again 😍😍.

I’m fine with what we’re getting from them and where Chenford is at right now is expected for me.

I’m ecstatic Thorsen is fully exonerated now and this part of his life is done with. He can start to heal and move on. His mom though with the whole reality thing was a major yikes and had me cringing a bit.

I was happy with the episode!

[bishiglomper]

Today's fuckin awful

I woke up expelling sulfur. Kinda queasy. Kinda hurty. Didn't think it was bad enough to stay in bed tho. My aunt was holding a birthday party for the cousins. I wanted to go. I was gonna bring Gengar to work on and show off 😅

I got dressed. Medicated and fed my cat. Just sitting there watching tv when I start dry heaving. Like yeeaaah, i dont think I'll be going.

Honestly I thought it was the ton of junk food I ate all night. Sister made me mexican pizza that evening. It was being split 3 ways so i had a side of chips too lol. We watched a movie. I snacked on popcorn. Then my sister got up and made fucking orange rolls at like 3am. 👀 So yeah, I wasnt suprised my gut was unhappy.

Shortly after they left I started really not feeling great. I lost my phone in my chair. But I didnt have the spoon to find it. And I had just burped, i wasnt making my niece go stick her face over there.

Puked right after i got upstairs and into jammies. Then pain really started. There were like 4 stabby spots in my gut. I was whining and moaning in pain so loud. I'm so glad mom was gone. 😫 obviously this was not junk food tummy.

Every time I puked one of the stabby spots eased. I took anti nausea and tummy cramp pills 2x. At some point the pain was so bad I dug out my vicodin. It made it bearable enough I could stop crying

I have such a low constitution, i swear.. 😩

I told my sister I thought it was the junk but then she divulged that bro has had a sour tummy and gastrointestinal distress for a week. And that this was his fault..

My sister's napped in my bed the last 2 days. After the first day she was sick with a headache, sore throat and itchy lungs. It only lasted about 24 hours. My only symptoms were nausea and tummy pain. General being sick aches. Which are killing me right now. After that last puke my tummy settled down. It's very sore. Been not-dying for a good 6 hours now. I even managed half a banana for dinner.

I really need to find drugs or see if anyone is awake because my body is aching so bad. I never got any of my normal drugs. 😭 want my meloxicam..

[ave-immaculata]

Update bc so much grace!!

Father told me I made a good Confession which really eased scrupulous worries, and he made a point of emphasizing the restoration to the dignity of being newly baptized (which hit me suuuper hard bc I very much remember what that felt like). I think I've really struggled to view myself that way since the first time I truly fell post-Baptism, and it was such a good reminder.

I got in just under the wire too (I had to be home by 12:20 for a big meeting, Confession opened at 11:45, and it's a 10 minute drive for me - I was able to walk out of Confession at like 12:12 and have the other person need a few minutes before we started).

Like I had enough time to pray and do an examination of conscience, receive the Sacrament, cry, and calm down before the meeting (we also had to wait for others once it started so there was light-hearted chatting that helped my nerves)

it all just really hit me. there's so much happening. I felt like I was having a spiritual intervention last night out of nowhere that made the mortal sins I've been seen super repugnant and repelling for no apparent reason but grace, a dream that convicted me of sin so hard, and a beautiful morning of consolation. I ended up texting my good friend who's super strong in the faith (who I'd been distancing myself from) to ask for prayers bc it was so clear in that consolation that this was also to begin the process of uprooting my massive pride issues. Turns out LAST NIGHT he'd offered something to Bl. Solanus Casey if he would help me grow in humility. 😭 Man did he come through????? (also he said that last night he'd experienced some unhappy demonic presences after which makes me suspect that a lot of these temptations are the lingering results of certain entities who were not pleased w me)

But yeah. Reflection is basically this: In my struggle w scrupulosity and pride I rely on myself WAY TOO MUCH. So Christ let me. He let me depend on myself so I could see how quickly and deeply I fall when I do (and how magnificent His mercy is). I also, in a messed up way, really needed to understand that Christ's love does not end in mortal sin. I needed to believe He could still love me there, because I super didn't (even if I could intellectually assent to the idea). I needed to be brought low and ugly and dirty and see that the overwhelming love and grace and mercy of God was still there for me.

So it's very funny to me that I had to embarrass myself to be able to make it out of Confession on time.

Anyway y'all pride sucks and humility is the foundation of all virtue

please pray that I can make a good Confession if you have a chance