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Trying out a few different brushes to work with- I learned I dont like this one
#it makes it look foggy#right? idk-#im ignoring the need to sleep#the human body doesnt really need sleep... right?#mega man#megaman#rock man#rockman#mm#mm1#mm2#mm3#flash man#flashman#fire man#fireman#gemini man#geminiman#cut man#cutman#metal man#metalman#i didnt get a refrence for metal man sorry he looks a little too goofy
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BEHOLD! my new TMNT iteration!
tmnt: Strained Eyes
In this iteration, much like rottmnt, all of the turtles have super powers. however, there is a little catch. while the rottmnt turtle's powers suit their soul, Strained Eye's turtles... don't.
(please ignore the fact that Mikey doesnt really look like a spotted pond turtle, i came up with the design first and had to find a turtle species second)
So! Mikeys powers basically allow him to cause every thing he touches to rot/decompose/desintergrate. he does have some control, but not reliably.
And though he is a good cook, there is a 50/50 chance that you will end up eating mouldy/rotten food. but all the other times it will be delicious.
he (obviously) has insecurities about touch, he is very aware that he could very easily kill someone with just one touch.
he can also grow mushrooms on command -he can also grow them on his shell which freaks out his brothers a lot.
also hes not actually blind in one eye! its mostly just cosmetic.
Up next we have Donnie! compared to Mieky hes a very brightly coloured boy!
his power is illusions! they can be incredibly lifelike. the problem is, These illusions can be permanent if Donnie doesnt dispel them, and sometimes are summoned only by his subconscious. So Donnie can struggle with figuring out if something is real or not.
The only senses his illusions cannot mimic are touch and smell (and taste) so he is usually extremely tactile, holding onto his brothers to assure himself that theyre real and not just a projection of his mind. he covers a lot of stuff in his lab (and his brothers) with strong smelling perfumes as well.
application wise- he uses his powers in tandem with his machines to make incredibly realistic looking androids. example: robot cat that looks like real cat. robot dragon that looks like REAL dragon, etc etc. he can also use them to appear human and turn invisible. (he can expand this to all his brothers) but he still hasnt gotten down the art of human expressions, so when ever he appears human he looks quite uncanny when he talks.
It's Leo!!
now Leo is ~battery powered~ his powers basically allow him to absorb energy straight from the source, such as absorbing the electricity off of an electric wire, or even sucking the energy from a person. or eating batteries.
an unfortunate side affect (depending on how you look at it) is that Leo doesnt need to sleep. ever. as long as he keeps absorbing energy then he's completely fine! and the more electricity/energy he absorbs the faster/stronger he gets! he also thinks faster! coming up with excellent strategies on the fly!
however- the same is true of the other way around, when Leo runs out of energy (which he does often- hes VERY bad at judging how much he has left) he will start to get more lethargic, his cognitive funtions will slow down and his short term memory will start to degrade.
If he completly runs out of energy his heart stops and he dies.
but dont worry! you just need to zap him with more energy and hell get right back up again (Donnie has a defibrillator just for Leo). though its best not to leave him in that state for long. because like that he is still functionally a dead body.
And finally we have Raph!
Raph breaths fire. a very simple power, in fact he can even hold his breath for hours apon end and his skin is extremely tough! theres basically no side effects too!
Hes so lucky compared to his brothers, having a power that suits him perfectly and doesnt mess him up in the head.
because of this, Raph has kinda moulded himself into the hyper aggressive mom friend, making sure they dont all run themselves into the ground because of the drawbacks to their powers.
he still has anger issues too <3
#they are drenched in trauma#i have so many plans of these guys#i wanna give them more trauma#Strained Eyes au#tmnt#tmnt donnie#tmnt mikey#tmnt leo#tmnt raph
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how RE characters would react to their s/o being sick
this is for my fellow immuno-compromised baddies that are always sick
includes: leon, weskie, jill, and chris
leon:
baby leon would 100% mother hen you to death.
asking if you need something every ten minutes, offers to walk you to the kitchen or bathroom to ensure you "get there okay". keeps your water full and has the entire medicine cabinet on standby.
would insist on you going to a doctor just to double-check check its the flu and not some rare virus.
does not give AF about getting sick. he wants to cuddle and if that gets him sick so be it.
he's doing it out of love. no matter how serious or not serious your illness is, he loves you and wants you to get better quickly.
older leon is different
he still loves you and wants you better, but the stress and trauma of his life have made him seriously devoted to his job
so when you are sick, you wont see him
he can not get sick, he has to be ready for anything that could happen
hell sleep on the couch and text you to ask if you want anything
he will leave anything outside the door, taking ten steps back before you open it
his deliveries always include handwritten notes, usually featuring corny jokes or puns
pls tell him you like his stupid little notes it will make him feel less guilty about not being able to be with you
once you are better, expect an adult male-sized teddy bear clinging to you
chris:
like leon, his job demands a lot, and he has to be on top of his game
but mama redfield ain't raise no bitch
he's going to be in full breaking bad style ppe
goggles, rubber gloves, mask, the whole nine yards
(he would've been fine without them but it made you laugh so that's a win for him)
will pull out some of his shirts or sweatshirts for you to wear so you don't feel lonely
comes in and checks on you. he doesnt stay long or get very close but you can feel the love pour off him when he helps situate the blankets or grabs you something so you don’t have to get out of bed
will be asking claire for home remedies for minor illnesses
you do have to rely on him making them right though which...
"my sister said this tea will help with the stomach thing. don't turn up your nose, just drink it"
also is clingy as hell when you feel better. even though he wasn't as distant as leon, he still wished he couldve been with you more often.
jill:
shes the only one here who knows how to help a sick person
shes forcing (yes, forcing) you to take care of yourself
water, rest, medication
no if ands or buts
if she notices something is keeping you from getting better, shes fixing it, sorry
want to stay up on your phone when you should be sleeping? nope phone is coming with her out of the room while you nap
don't want to drink water? she will sit there and stare your ass down while you take a few drinks
she doesn't rule with an iron fist though, she is sweet on you dgmw
she will sit with you and smooth down your hair while you lay in her lap
rub out any sore or achy spots
I firmly believe she would wash all your blankets and towels along with your comfort clothes so you have a nice smelling, clean space to relax
shes def a tough love kind of person
emphasis on the love though
she cares about you, and wants you to care about yourself
wesker:
i feel many forget that this man is a scientist, but specifically, he worked with the human body and medicine
umbrella was corrupt but the researchers did have legit degrees in their field, including wesker
that being said, intelligence does not equal emotional intelligence
and this man, no emotional intelligence
"what does you being sick have to do with me?"
not a caretaker
would kill for you but doesn't want to let you wear his stuff
he will tell you whats best to take and do to get better asap but he doesn't really understand why you want him around
(lowkey he doesn't want to be around)
he will bring you the best stuff he can get his hands on (just take it and pray there isn't anything that will turn you into a monster in it)
might sit with you while resting for a little but only if you really beg and plead
but he's not doing that mushy shit, stay on your side and sleep
he isn't cruel he legit just doesn't understand the need for comfort
he can think of many things he would much rather be doing than watching mindless tv while you sniffle on him
he does it though, with very little complaining after the initial bit
and maybe, maybe, he kind of likes feeling like he's helping you get better by being there
but only cause you asked for it
no other reason ;)
#not proofread#we die like men#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#chris redfield x reader#chris redfield#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker#jill valentine#jill valentine x reader#resident evil
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sorry for disappearing on ya'll, promise I have a good reason, just a reason I can not disclose right now :)
anyway...
Childe headcannons!
(established relationship, implied nsfw!, g/n reader)
Childe would bring you little gifts from his missions, sometimes there sweet and heartfelt like jewelry, sometimes it would be a book or stuffed animal that reminded him of you, and other times... well, he brought home very... questionable clothing for you to try on and model for him
would definitely be the big spoon when cuddling, though sometimes when he's feeling down and needing to be hugged by his s/o he'll come to you begging to be little spoon, of course you being the best s/o ever you welcome him with open arms
would have you bodyguarded by fatui skirmishers when he isnt around you, when he first did this it scared you half to death when you saw a pryo fatui agent following you around from the shadows, you talked about it with Childe when he got home saying you were quite terrified about the encounter, but he assured you it was nothing bad
You would be one of the only people to call him by his real name, in fact, he insist you call him by his real name, whether its in public, the bedroom, or anywhere really! You dont really use his real name often though, opting to call him pet names instead
speaking of pet names, once you called him skrunkly and he looked over at you like you had drank 3 liters of fire-water (Snezhnaya equivalent to vodka) after awhile he started laughing at the nickname, finding it cute and endearing you would make up such a word just for him, after that he searches to try and find a unique pet name for you
since he lived in Snezhnaya his body is naturally cold and you happen to be a human heater, so cuddle sessions are a must for him, no matter if hes the big or small spoon, one thing you do not tolerate is when you two are sleeping and his cold ass feet touch you legs, You once 'accidently' elbowed him in his side when you two were cuddling due to his cold feet accidently touching you
if you two happen to be free on Valentines day he would plan a whole thing for you two, he would ask for the day off and make sure his attention is directed to nothing other than you, making sure you're taken care off and pampered, also making sure you know whats in store for you when you two get home later that night
would spoil you rotten, if you live in a household that isnt very big on spending money on personal items he would spoil you even more, even if you ask him not to do it he'll go against your wishes and next thing you know you'll wake up to a brand new outfit and jewelry set in your closet
Childe's favorite places to bite and kiss are your, neck, thighs, hips, and stomach, making sure the neck bites are very visible, and if you wanna cover them up he'll just keep biting and kissing you everywhere until you finally stop trying to hide his love and affection
he loves being close to you, either its next to you, behind you, or even around you he'll love it, he refuses to stand in front of you though, he believes that his s/o should always be in front of him no matter what, he also believes that he should at least have an arm around you at all times, either it be your shoulders, waist, hips, it doesnt matter, he just needs to be assured that you wont leave his side
if you're insecure about your body or anything he'll find it hard at first to see what you see since you're literally perfect in his eyes, no flaws whatsoever, but once you express your concerns he'll finally (against his better judgement) see what you see, it upsets him that you think about yourself in such way but he'll comfort you with anything you need, stuffed animals? in your hand, comfort food? already ordered, in need of his cuddling assistance? hes already in bed awaiting your arrival
would totally treat you like royalty, literally, when your birthday or anniversary comes his already up making you a breakfast suited for the Archon of Snezhnaya herself, he would even by you a crown (real gold and gems ofc) and beg you to wear it out in public so he can show off how amazing you are, if you find it to embarrassing he'll wear a crown too if it makes you feel better!
when he proposes to you its a total mess, he wanted it to be perfect and make it feel like a dream... You split red wine on his white dress shirt, he accidently tripped going down the stairs causing you both to fall face first on the floor, you almost saw the ring way to many times for Childe's liking, so much so he started second guessing proposing today, at the end of the night once he kneeled down on one knee and showed you the ring in the small velvet box you almost didnt see it, and why? because you were respectfully stuffing your face with chocolate covered strawberries
once you had realized what was going on it was already too late, once you saw what Childe was doing you quickly tried to wipe off the chocolate and strawberry residue from your face but it didnt prove much help since this moment was being document on a secret Kamera what was held by his mother, she snickered as she caught the photo of you desperately attempting to look presentable while the love of your life propose to you
and him looking at you with hearts in his eyes and a desperation to marry you already...
oh and his wine stained shirt-
if you saw any spelling mistakes, no you didnt :)
love ya, probably gonna disappear again <3
#x reader#genshin impact#childe x reader#childe#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia#g/n reader#impliednsfw#i have returned#idk what else to tag
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This is my recommendations of JISUNG fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesnt)
Credits to the authors!! All informations written are taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.
HAPPY READING!!
KEY:
[❀]: fluff [𖤓]: angst [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs
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ONESHOT
ten things han jisung says when he thinks you’re asleep by @soobnny [❀] NEW
Rule breakers by @ppiri-bahng [❀][𖤓][suggestive][pining] NEW
reader isn’t the angel everyone thinks they are
A perfect disaster by @jae-bummer [❀] NEW
Your bias confesses through text message while sitting next to you.
Red-handed by @straykeedz [❀][☾][fwb] 1.2k NEW
Han Jisung pounding into reader over the kitchen counter and getting caught by Lee Know and/or Bang Chan.
Not that innocent by @straykidshoe [❀][☾] 1.3k NEW
Seven minutes in heaven with the music major, the [by all that mattered] rumoured virgin. You assumed that you would need to teach him how to do everything- and if not that, then leave the stuffy closet needy and wet. But what happened is much different
You're still a traitor by @skzonthebrain [𖤓][☄][nonreciprocal pining][fwb] 1.4k NEW
"He broke the rule of not sleeping with anyone else, but you broke the rule of not falling for each other."
the accuracy of philosophical aphorisms by @skazoo [❀][crack][vampireau] 2.6k NEW
ok, you're tired, but you're sure those two floating, glowing, red orbs(?) are staring right at you.
Talking body by @hyungszn [❀][𖤓][ratedM][mutualpining] 2.8k NEW
The downfall of womankind (read: you) is a trim waist, tan skin, and a delectable belly button.
You Lose If You Get It First by @jinxhallows [❀][☾][idolau] 3.2k NEW
The heat by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast [❀][☾][✮][aphrodisiac] 3.6k NEW
When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.
The night we met by @jisungsjheekies [❀][𖤓][soulmateau] 3.6k NEW
Soulmate connection: born with a tattoo of the date you first meet your soulmate - Y/N’s is 22/09/19
It's a scream, BABY! by @tyunphoria [𖤓][☾][✮][ghostface] 3.7k
when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.
Lucid dream by @changbeanie [❀][𖤓][vampireau] 4.7k NEW
You keep on having the same dreams about the same person every night. What happens when the boy in your dreams is the new kid in town?
Resurrected by @changbeanie [❀][𖤓][☄][zombieapocalypseau] 4.2k
In the year 2193, humans are in threat of extinction. In order to preserve what is left of humanity, the government set up a sanctuary. However one day, you found yourself in one of the restricted areas. What will happen to you now? Are zombies really what people claim them to be?
Bad guy by @jl-micasea-fics [𖤓][☾][fwb] 4.4k
He’s the classic bad boy, the one you shouldn’t want but can’t get enough of. It’s only too late you realise, you should have listened to the words of warning from your brother.
Rebound by @yoongihan [❀][☾][✮] 5k NEW
Recently broken up with and cheated on, you decide to go to your first frat party and see what is so appealing about sex with a stranger.
Hopelessly devote by @straylightdream [❀][𖤓][☾][wolfau][f2l][mutual pining] 5.7k NEW
his life changed unexpectedly and he’s attempting to cope with the inner turmoil he faces as he accepts the beast living inside him.
Glow by @j-0ne25 [❀][☾][bff's brother][frenemies][substances] 7.3k NEW
It’s finally time to celebrate your birthday and the atmosphere is beyond belief – until your best friend’s annoying little brother shows up, having one specific plan on his to-do list: you.
Acquainted by @ch4nb4ng [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l][fwb] 7.7k
Jisung was the repulsive, totally arrogant drag racer from your area. You were the mechanic aways willing to fix his bike, but that wasn't the only interactions the two of you had shared.
The bet by @chvnnie [☾][3some] 8.2k
hyunjin and jisung make a bet. the prize? you.
On my mind by @staytheword [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][roommatesau][mutual pining] 8.6k NEW
You and Jisung are stressed over your upcoming exams. You need to clear your heads, but you can't find anything that works. That is, until Jisung suggests watching porn together.
Public display of affection by @bugeater101 [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][e2l] 8.7k
You hated Han Jisung. Despite being one of numerous students in a prestigious academy, it felt like he was the only student who challenged your intellect. And it annoyed the hell out of you. He was just as smart, just as talented, and just as competitive—but he didn’t put in a single ounce of work to get where he was. The worst thing about him? The fact that you were wildly attracted to him.
Catfish...? By @seungminheart [☾][rockstarau] 9.2k
What is more embarrassing than matching on Tinder with a catfish pretending to be rockstar Han Jisung, number one heartthrob of the decade? Probably discovering that the catfish isn't a catfish and actually is, in fact, rockstar Han Jisung. Whoops.
Alien by @j-0ne25 [❀][𖤓][☾][chf2l][fakedatingau][alien/demonau] 10.9k NEW
Spawned at the age of thirteen—on his mission as a spy on planet earth—Jisung is made to build a bond with a human, quickly developing a tie of friendship and trust. On his 25th birthday, he is supposed to bring said creature to his home. But there’s a problem—by now, he has fallen hopelessly in love with you and there’s only one way to escape the awful mission: you need to return those hopeless feelings.
Lover, lover, set me free by @hanniiesuckle17 [❀][𖤓][✮][badboyau][bet][povswitch] 13k NEW
Jisung is one of the biggest players on campus. When Hyunjin bets him that he can’t get into the coldest girl on campus’s pants, Y/n gets unknowingly thrown into the ordeal. While doing his best, Jisung unconsciously starts to fall for this girl who means more to him that he is willing to admit to anyone- even himself.
Volcano by @astraystayyh [❀][𖤓][✮][e2l][slowburn] 13.2k NEW
you've never gotten along with han, your mutual prejudices ruining any prospect of friendship between you both. but you slowly realize that you are more similar than what you originally thought- your darkness recognizing his, and his light yearning for yours.
"I'll take care of you. It's rotten work. Not to me, not if it's you."
SERIES
Your Lover Who Will Never Change by @thepixelelf [❀][𖤓][soulmateau] 16 parts (written)
A soulmate story told in moments.
Sunshine by @svngbins [❀][𖤓][⟡] 19 parts
y/n’s only secret is that she’s in love with her childhood best friend, jisung. the only problem? y/n’s other best friend, aerin, has a not-so-secret crush on jisung.
Don't shoot me by @staysuki [❀][𖤓][⟡][✮] 25 parts
two detectives go head to head in a battle of wits and stupidity. who wins? who loses? perhaps you both do.
Number neighbour by @softyn [❀][𖤓][⟡][fanboyau] 30 parts
Jisung has been a fan of y/n since he can remember, what will happen when y/n posts her new youtube video texting her number neighbor who turned out to be Jisung?
Friends without desire by @skzhua [❀][𖤓][⟡][exes2l] 40 parts NEW
where minho being a dumbass led to meeting him again.
⠄･ ��� ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄
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👀so… undead fox you say?
omg thank you for asking! sorry it took me so long to reply to this lol
ok i love this story its so twisty.
ok so it begins with this
'an old evil sleeps in the heart of Coruscant. there is something wrong with the coruscant guard'
this is from ch1 (it's a red herring dw)
hound finds the body of a clone and it becomes apparent that this is far from the first. the guard keep finding these bodies and theyre very sad about it but also being kind of shifty? like. they arent telling anyone outside the guard about it and theyre kinda dealing with it quietly.
meanwhile, the guard are trying to deal with hushing up another problem. theres something very wrong with Fox. he is acting kind of creepy. vacant and he's always staring off in to the distance with glazed eyes and theyre having to round him up and keep an eye on him at all times but he always manages to escape anyway. he's always talking about hearing the whispers of coruscant and saying bizzare shit. theyre trying to get him to keep his helmet on to hide that there is clearly something up with him but he's just not cooperating. he isnt really doing his job anymore and he also wont look after himself at all. theyre having to make him shower and clean his teeth and stuff.
pretty much: the guard is stressed as hell trying to keep this all under wraps. theyre having to dodge calls from foxs batchmates. the calls turn in to visits. theyre still finding dead clones round every corner on coruscant and going to a strange amount of effort to hide the deaths. you begin to get the idea that maybe… maybe its fox killing these clones.
eventually, cody turns up at the guard headquarters just as theyre taking in a dead clone. and. surprise! the dead clone is fox.
the story comes out, it turns out ALL the dead clones are fox. It started with the chancellor was sending fox on these weird missions. he came back from one of them different, (possesed) and ever since then the chancellor keeps killing him. every time, fox just reports in like normal after he wakes up. the chancellor is disturbed as hell. he cant find any way to use fox, fox is just a liability. if the jedi find out about this possessed clone, theyre going to start asking questions palpatine doesnt want asked. he's worried fox could be traced back to him. but heres the funny part. he is weirdly unnerved by fox. he's a bit of a control freak and he hates how out of control this situation is with fox and fox is generally…very creepy. in palpatines eyes its like. you kill your employee and the next morning he's standing at your desk like nothing has changed. he's unnerving!!! palpatine is so creeped out by fox that he doesnt want to imprison him so he just ends up with this tunnel vision trying all these different ways to kill him like. it'll work this time.
once cody finds out they go to the jedi and tell all. the jedi are like. right we need evidence so we can take down the chancellor. quin starts working on the case, but his proximity to new fox results in him being slightly possesed himself and falling. now they are weird and creepy together.
the whole point of the story is about the guard grieving someone whos still there. meanwhile, fox is trying to figure out who he is now (he eventually gets more of a hold over the posession and starts living again but hes a whole new person now.) while watching the guard mourn someone he doesnt remember how to be. he cant be that for them. his old self is a stranger.
its also about how trauma can make you worse. he knows that they all miss who he was but he's changed. quinlan is made worse by fox and neither of them really care. quinlan is happy to embrace this new him now hes fallen. theyre both making each other worse but they do love each other. the sith spirit iteself has been changed by trauma, it turns out that it was the spirit of a child thats been trapped in this sith temple for ages, slowly losing what it is to be human. the spirit possesses him both to save itself and to save fox. so the whole story is about these grey areas of morality. theyre not doing the right thing, nobody is, but at the same time its kind of understandable why??? its a mixed bag of fun ethical dilemas pretty much.
I've done a lot of thinking about the vibes of this and I've assigned a quote to each chapter like I did with dead from the beginning so that's been fun
This is the ending I've got planned. Fox and quin go off together as these new, worse versions of themselves. The guard and the jedi struggle to understand cause they're stuck on the ppl that Fox and quin were
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Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (1)
In which the man who saved you seems to want nothing to so with you.
Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, strangers to lovers, mutual pining but they're both kinda dumb, fluff, angst, blood duh, tragedy bc I'm emo like that
Additional Chapter Tags: angst? Mentions of death
Chapter Length: Short/Mid
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He remembers the first time you died.
It was sunny, but your skin cold when he held you in the midst of town, one moment smiling at a joke you'd made and in the next crying silently over your lifeless body. Back then, there had never been an explanation- gods and other supernatural entities blamed for your early and sudden death, while nowadays, medicine would probably call it a simple heart attack.
The second time he saw you die was more violent- a falling pipe from a construction site, piercing your body as you'd crouched down to feed a stray cat you'd met a few weeks prior. It came out of nowhere, a simple accidental slip of the worker's hands- he'd held yours, seconds before it happened. He'd held it for a while after as well.
After that, you'd lived together for more than thirty years; married happily, though children never happened. It didn't matter though, because in this life, you worked at a daycare, a job that made you visibly happy, and gave you a replacement for the children you'd never have with him. He'd been happier than ever, watching you from the entrance of your little house he'd bought a few years prior, as you walked home from work that day, crossing the street to meet him at the door- just to be hit by a car passing by on the road, the driver claiming to not have seen you while Yoongi begged for mercy over your broken bones.
He should've known something was off right then and there.
There was a word for it, long ago, but he doesn't remember it as he sits in his office, staring out the window, glasses on the bridge of his nose sharpening the view of the city skyline he's not sure he loves or hates. While he doesn't age by a lot due to his condition, time has taken it's toll on his body and mind in one way or another- his vision having gotten a little weak over the last sixty years, though he doesn't mind nor cares much about it.
"Sir?" his secretary asks, knocking on the opened glass door secluding his private office from the rest of the building, quiet typing and occasional yawns being heard from outside his space. "there's a woman at the front desk. She said you've requested for her." Jungkook offers, and Yoongi simply nods without turning around- giving a silent answer the young office worker has come to learn means to go ahead. "I'll send her up." he says, before closing the glass door again, shutting Yoongi off from the rest of the building once more until you're standing close to him again, doomed to die at his side.
How old will the world let you be killed this time? What kind of end will it force onto your life? Will it be violent, or quiet? And how much will it hurt him this time around?
There was a word for it, long ago, but he doesnt remember it, and maybe he doesn't want to, or maybe his ability to keep memories has gotten a little weak as well over the years and years. He doesn't think that's the case, considering how vibrant the images of his past still replay in his dreams from time to time, and he doesn't know if it's dreams- or if he should rather call them nightmares, a more fitting definition for what he occasionally has to go through during his rare moments of sleep.
"Wow, the front office lady really needs her attitude checked." you giggle, as you walk into his office, prompting him to turn around in his chair and putting down his glasses. He can see you a little less clearly like this, and maybe that's his way of trying to protect himself- or maybe he's just scared.
Because no matter when, you always look the same, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the replay of all the pain you don't even remember having endured.
He does.
"I know. But she doesn't complain about her paycheck." he grumbles, throwing his glasses onto his table a little carelessly, your brows furrowing a bit at the rather rough way he handles the item. You've never been good at hiding your emotions well- but in this life, you don't know him well, so you're silently listening to what he has to say. "so she gets to stay. I hope she didn't insult you though. She's had some issues with her choice of words in the past." he adds, and you instantly shake your head at that.
"no, no. I guess it's been a long day." you say. "anyways, here." you say, stepping forward to put an envelope onto his office table. It's a cheap and plain one, closed with a glittery sticker of a cat with sunglasses instead of the official stamps and cleanly glued letters he receives daily. "thank you again. I.. Dont know why you did that, but I'm very grateful." you say, and now he's confused- tearing the envelope open, careful about not damaging the sticker.
You've collected them in a past life, he remembers. Multiple colorful little booklets filled with them, little notes sometimes accompanying some. He remembers collecting some himself to give you, he remembers the almost childish happiness in your face whenever he'd give them to you. He remembers you peeling off the label of a snack he'd bought you at a gas station while he drove you home from a camping trip before a truck had struck the passenger seat, crushing you into his side where you stayed until the paramedics removed him from the vehicle and announced you dead on impact. He remembers the dark plastic they'd placed over your body while he was checked in the back of the ambulance. He remembers the closed-casket funeral few days later. He remembers not driving for a long time.
"..Uhm.. Everything alright? Is it not enough? Damn it I counted it twice-"you worry, stepping forward a little, though he shakes his head, chasing away the memories you don't share. He clicks his tongue as his fingers make contact with the bank notes inside.
"I told you not to worry about it." he huffs out rather annoyed, and you shake your head.
"I know, I know, but- I can't let you pay for my hospital stay. You've already done so much- I'd feel bad if I didn't pay back the debt I owe you." you say, and he looks at you for a moment in silence.
I've not done enough, he thinks to himself.
"sucks to be you then." he says instead however, leaning forward to slap the now closed envelope back on the table right on the edge you stand at. "because I'm not taking it." he states, making you pout. He's glad he's not wearing his glasses.
"I- but.. What else do you want then?" you ask with a whine to it, and he shrugs, pulling his glasses closer to himself before turning to his opened and running laptop, swiping the mousepad to stop the screensaver.
"To not get yourself in a situation like that again." he says, not looking at you. "Stay out of trouble. Avoid vamps at all cost. They're never good, no matter what they make you believe." he explains, clicking away on his email inbox while you still stand there, confused.
"But- you're a vampire.?" you say, and he nods.
"I am." he says, finally giving you the answer you already knew. "Don't waste your breath arguing with me- I know you want to." he scolds as you've parted your lips in an attempt to interrupt him- an action that makes your cheeks redden in shame, teeth biting the inside of your lip.
"Can you read minds or something?" you mumble defensively, and Yoongi simply shakes his head.
"I just know people." I just know you.
You cross your arms now, taking his words as a challenge that it's not. "well I'm not other people."
"sure." I know you're not.
"alright then.." you huff, pulling your bag a little closer to yourself before you take the envelope and stuff it into a separate zipped pocked inside. "I.. I'll see you around then." you say, turning to leave.
"Hey." he calls out, making you turn around with a hopeful glint in your eyes, lips turned in anticipation of him caving into you.
You've never been good at hiding your emotions well.
"No we won't." he tells you, and you nod shortly, before walking out the office, further and further until you become blurry, elevator doors swallowing your silhouette for the last time as he takes a deep breath, and picks up his glasses.
He knows he lied. He knows it's impossible to stay away from you, because for some reason, no matter what he does or how much he tries, your paths always end up intertwining. You always end up bound together, you always end up tasting love, just to be served the cold reality of what always ends up happening- and he's left with nothing but despair and another set of memories you won't share with him the next time he'll meet you.
There was a word for it, long ago, but he doesnt remember it.
Or maybe he doesn't want to.
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Ok @spaceistheplaceart im gonna take a LOT of liberties on this ok. Sorry i just gotta hc a few things for this angst to make sense!
Ok yall i also put a lot of nonsense at the top but i swear i wrote a small snippet at the bottom ok!
The Director doesn’t sleep just incase something happens to Narry. He knows the man doesnt like to be left alone much so he tries to do it as little as possible, unless of course its needed for the lesson. Now the Director maybe doesnt need sleep really but maybe he can get tired.
I figure hes always building Narry up. Helping him through all that self doubt and what not. Its very tiring to do i think. Well not tiring but it tskes a lot of energy to constantly correct Narry when talks poorly of himself. The Director is always showing Narry the good things about himself. Its probably a bit frustrating too for him! I mean he can easily see how wonderful Narry is so why cant he just convince the man of it.
I know it was said the Director takes breaks but honestly how often does he do that? Are they even good breaks? Like i figure he still worries about Narry when hes gone. He likes the man a lot so he worries about him (awww you care about him) so hes not really allowing himself a chance to rest.
Ontop of all that hes making new rooms and new lessons for Narry constantly. Hes multitasking to the max! Ok gotta design this room, o wait Narry is talking to me i gotta pay attention to him! Oh he struggles with criticism better write a lesson for that, oh the room looks horrible gotta fix that! Always going going going. I figure his real rest is the times hes actually in the room with Narry in his doll body. Even then he has to do the work of “animating it” (not literally i ment like moving it about) so its still probably taxing on him.
All of these little things keep building up on him. Normally hes not this invested in his human. So its normally no where near this bad! He just cares too much this time and hes working to hard on it! And maybe finally he breaks a little. Ok nonsense time!
Narry had been taking a small break and the room The Director had made for his break was just a typical office break room. He was sitting on one of the chairs drinking some coffee, the Director didnt think it was an appropriate drink since Narry was ment to be taking a break but he insisted that it would help. It really was. So he was just sitting in here for a spell while brainstorming a few ideas for one of his stories.
He was reaching for his drink again when he heard a loud CRASH sound. It startled him and he jumped up from his seat, bumping into the coffee table causing his drink to spill. He didnt care or notice the drink at all, worried about the loud sound he had heard. “Uh Director? Was that you?” As the seconds ticked on his anxiety grew. Then after a short moment some blue text appeared “oh Yes! Sorry i didn’t mean to startle you i simply dropped something!”
Feeling his anxiety drop Narry sat back into the chair “OH, well i do hope nothing is broken! That was rather a loud crash.” A moment or two and he was starting to worry all over again when he didn’t get a response. “Director?” He called out, his voice laced with worry. “Oh yes? Did yu need smthng?” The message popped up far to his left, which was rather odd because the Director normally out them in front of him. That and hes not one for typos. “Are you su” he was cut off when another message appeared right next to him, this time to his right. He had to lean back just to read it “OH! You semd to hve spilt your drink! Thats wat you wantd yes? Here le t me get tht cleaned up for yu!” Narry had enough time to read the message before the spilt coffee disappeared, the table going with it. A soft thud could be heard as the mug hit the carpet.
‘Something is definitely wrong’ Narry decided. But what? Clearly the Director was having trouble paying attention, which wasnt the worst since Narry was supposed to be taking a break. But the ?man? was normally more focused than this. Plus He normally had better control, and yet the table was gone and only the mug remained. And typos. He only made those when he was panicking or after he was recovering from when he got hurt. No from when Narry had hurt him. No no now was NOT the time to open that can of worms again. He needed to figure out what was wrong with his Director!
WAIT! Thinking back on that train of thought gave Narry an idea after all. Was the Director injured again? The loud crash he heard. The Director said he dropped something. But thats never happened before. The Typos lined up. That had to be it! But how had the Director gotten injured again?? Narry hadn’t done anything to harm him… lately. Did someone else hurt him? His coworkers?? No no they seemed to truely care about the Director. None of them seemed like they would turn on him. So what was it. He was wracking his brain but figured there was no point wasting time. He might as well just ask. “Um Director?” He waited a moment. Sending a worried glass to the ceiling where he assumed the Director was watching him. When too much time for his liking passed he tried again to get the Directors attention “Director? Hello?” Again no response. Did the Director leave? He wouldnt leave him alone would he? He didnt do so well on his own.
Taking a deep breath, Narry tried to calm himself down. No he couldnt afford a panic attack right now something was wrong with his Director! “Director. Are you there?” This time there was a response, finally. “Yes i a mhere? Everyting ok? Are you redy to keep going then?” It was odd for Narry to watch the text come in as it was typed. Normally only full finished messages came his way. This too was concerning. But that wasn’t important! He had to figure out what was wrong with his Director. “Um actually Director i was just uh just wondering if you are ahem feeling alright?” He stammered his way through the question but at least he asked. Worry was starting to get the better of him indeed. This time the message came right away. “Oh yes! I am perfectly fine! Nothing to worry about with me ok! Lets just continue on!! That is if you are ready?”
What a load of crap! No way was Narry gonna believe that! Not after watching the Director type out the message, and in real time watch him back track to his many of his typing mistakes. What did he take Narry for an idiot? Or did he simply not notice how obvious it was that something was wrong? “Now i may not know what is going on with you, but clearly something is wrong!” Narry just wanted to know what. He truely just wanted to help! “Listen Director, something wrong and i just wanna help you ok. Just tell me whats” he was cut short as a loud bang was heard. It almost sounded like a hand slamming into a desk. Narry flenched at the sound. But before he could even think to say anything text appeared in front of him, though a bit higher than normal. “GOD NOT YOU TOO. Listen i dont need anyhelp ok! I have been running this just fine and i will continue to do so! I know what im doing damn it! This isnt my first rodeo! I never needed help before and i dont now! I am perfectly FINE!”
Narry just stared at the text. Unable to move. That was quite the outburst from the Director. Though Narry quickly regained his composure. Thinking about what the Director said. ‘He said ,,not me too,,?? Someone else was asking about his health??’ Who else was there? OH RIGHT his coworkers! They must have been bothering him with their concerns too! So clearly something was definitely wrong with the Director if the others had been trying to help him. “Why not accept it?” Narry asked aloud. It didnt make sense. A simple “what?” Was all he got in return. So he figured time to elaborate. “I mean why not accept their help? Surely they are only worried about you too?” Narry thought the Director had zoned out again when the message finally appeared.
“Their help wouldnt be any good. While i do appreciate, they just do things very differently than I do. We each run completely different problems. Neither of them would be able to create rooms that work for you. Their rooms could make things worse even! They dont know what you really need to the same degree as i do. Everything i do, i do meticulously to create the correct experience for you.”
Narry really felt that. He looked around at the room he was in. What he though was a boring, empty office break room was really full of so much detail. The room probably took the Director a good while to make. And what was it for? Just so Narry could take a little break and write some stuff. While Narry would rather his own desk in him home, he had to admit this room was helping him get less distracted. And it really was a good break room wasnt it? The room wasnt the point , eager to get back to business Narry moved on. Narry finally had an idea as to what was wrong with his Director. He was over working himself! Narry needed to help HIM relax this time. “Director this is a lovely break room you made! Why dont you um come sit with me for a spell? I mean how often do you get to enjoy the rooms you make!” Narry hoped he wasnt being too obvious. “I would love to but i am a bit busy working on another room, and a new lesson as well, at the moment. If you want to stay in here a while longer that’s fine with me, ill still be here bit ill just be working on a few projects i have set up.” His text took a while to show up. Clearly the Director was taking his time to correct his typos and seem perfectly fine.
That was no good! Now it was clear what was wrong to Narry. The Director simply was over working himself! Narry needed to find a way to convince the Director to come down here and to take a break. He had a plan but it was a rather poor plan. It was the only one he had though so he figured he would give it a go. “Oh but Director you dont understand! The lounge it is.. sublime, a uhh work of art!” What was he saying??? Sublime??? A work of art?? Sure its. Noce lounge but he sounded ridiculous. What shocked him though was that it worked! A small message appeared before him. “Alright. Im coming im coming. hang on a moment.” Honestly Narry was baffled that even worked. Still his plan was in full swing! Now he just needed to figure out how to get the Director to relax. And maybe get some well earned rest!
Ok listen yall i tried i swear i did. This was gonna be angst but stupid tumblr didnt save my draft when i tabbed out and it deleted 5 paragraphs. When i type something out my brain deletes it so thats why i write. Normally i can focus on anything till i get the idea out of my head! But the problem with that is once its out its gone from me. Completely. So i had to re do almost the whole little writing part. Hell i even had the other characters come in and help Narry but now its two am and i cant even remember who the other characters are. I might finish this later if yall want me to. Ok im rambling i can tell LIZ OUT
#tsp#the stanley parable#swap!au#liz writes#ok i got distracted trying to order 40$ worth of beef jerky#and when i tabbed back into the app it didnt safe the draft.m#thats why as im sure u can tell the first two paragraphs dont fit#i wrote them withba different story in mind#i really should be getting to sleep.#i havent slept in what might be two days?#idk im not even tired#and i gotta get up early to go to the flea market i think#i gotta sell my fleas#and buy so much beef jerky
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Shadow Soldier Esil!
Okay an AU where Esil dramatically(accidentally) dies during the final boss fight, Sung is sad for a bit, doesn't know if he should bring back the body to his parents since he did promise her safety ah, and this might lead to a war with the last clan when—
[You can extract this Demon's Shadow]
"Huh?!" He couldn't before and now he can?
But she seemed nice... should he do it?
Well, he did technically cause her death(kinda) so he does. The darkness encapsulates her body, a new shade of paleness appears on her skin, and dark red irises are now replaced within the glowing blue of his shadows, and a flicker of light white light.
It seems she cant speak like she used to, whe Esil notices this too, she covers her mouth quickly. Then starts writting on the sand with a scale from one of the destroyed demons.
{You have revived me?}
Jin Woo nods. "I had made a promise to your father to keep you safe, yet i failed. Im sorry."
Her new memories have been recovered, as well as those that have been replicated in the dungeon. However, no matter how much she hold the scalp of the demon in place, or triesto write with her fingers, her mind blanks. She looked to her side, there is that marshal she has seen before, The Blood Red Commander.
She understands it all now, and begins to write anew, a different thought in her mind.
{You have freed me from death, God of Death, and for that, my life is yours to wield as you please.}
"Really?"
[??? level 5
Rank: Knight]
"Esil...ah, just Esil, will that be alright?"
The shadow drops a sigh, her attitude still not changed towards Jin Woo despite being under the influence of the system. With a slow nod and a small frown she nods back.
Her name is now Esil.
"Good. Esil, we have to leave quickly so I dont know if we will be able to let you meet your father for the last time--"
The shadow is oddly touched by the sudden attitude, she raises a hand up and writes down that there is no need, all of the words that needed to be said have been said, besides, that demon on the other floors, as well as everyone else except her, is somewhere else, dead or not, these beings are memories she doesnt wish to go back to.
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Despte being a small and weak shadow compared to all others like Iron or Igris, Esil does her best to help around, with a quick speed she can easily defeat more oponents than before, and now that she isnt so scared of death like she was in the past, Esil can use the full extent of her abilities.
For the most part she would be training in the shadow domain with Igris, also a swordsman like her, or be hunting down demons left and right with Iron and the rest of the beasts.
"Esil, I want you to guard Jin Ah." Jin Woo guesses that she might be the most fit out of all his shadows, since she seems to pose for a less threatning type unlike the golems and huge knights at her disposal, but after Jeju and all the level up to Elite knight in such a short amount of time, he has confidence in Esil to be at least the power of an S rank, meaning Jin Ah would be powerful enough for even A rank beasts to not be a threat to her well being.
Which leads Esil and Jin Ah to a weird meeting when Esil accidentally is found using the bathroom to style her hair. (She thought Jin Ah was sleeping but... oh boy, humans have to go pee at night huh.)
"So you are one of my oppai's summons?" Jin Ah asks whille they are both on the sofa, with the little sister styling her hair in whatever way the girl likes to do. Esil shyly nods, praying to no one that Jin Woo doesnt kill her because she was found out, ah! but its been ages since she has taken care of herself or even looked at herself! She really just wanted to at least braid her hair! My liege dont kill m for this!!
"Cool! Can you talk?"
Esil shakes her head.
"What about writting?"
Cue Esil learning Korean in a few months. Beru also teaching her some phrases of modesty and being proud he knows Korean and Japanese. Esil also learns some Japanese along the way while talking to Beru, both getting along surprisingly well inside the domain because they like watching Korean Dramas.
Jin Ah, and Song Yi, also likes to play dress up with the Demon princess, often coming back from a shopping spree and trying out new things on her.
"Jin Ah, don't go buying so much stuff now that your brother is an S rank."
"Aww. But mom! Look at her she is so pretty! And besides, we have so much money now, I promise we are just going to rent clothes from now on, and there not even a lot, so pleaseee~~~"
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Esil also helps around in the house, since the mom bearly got out of the hospital after sleeping for years, so her body must have been dense and not willing to do a lot of work.
Park is thankful for such a good princess that she is, even if her knowledge is albeit, a bit lacking in the caring for someone department. So Park has to be there to teach her how to use certain utensils, clean the house and other kinds of stuff. Sometimes she burns out a few things and leaves the house in a messier state than before, which prompt Jin Ah to also help her clean when she isn't in school or doing her homework.
But at the end, she is getting better at it.
(Sidenote: Esil works as a maid at night-time, following every step mother park lay out to her, and then when Jin Ah has to go to school she slips back into her shadow and learns a lot more than Jin Ah is taking notes on. She loves History and Math, which is a blessing to Jin Ah because she is a wreck in those two subjects.
Esil becomes some sort of tutor to Jin Ah, while also studying everything else alongside her. She even uses what she learned in school to advance her knowledge and technique over the world they are in.)
Phew! This is one of the first times she has ever worked so hard! And just look at the cleaned spots, all the laundry done and the breakfast prepared for breakfast, dinner and lunch before they even wake up!
"Hah! I'm such a good house maid! Take that Beru! He said I would be able to clean even a bug from my Liege's house because of my "princess attitude" but look at me now! I have overcome my fears yet again!"
"Esil??"
The demon stubles back, her body falling right on the bucket full of dirty mop water which lands back on the floor.
Noooo, it took three times to clean it so spotlessly!!
Of course there isn't any time to cry about it when Jin Woo suddenly hold her up and looks at her very very confused.
"You can talk?!?"
Esil shows him the phone, one that has text to speech app put on it. Though she was just writing it out, didn't really mean to press it play right now.
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Jin Woo isn't mad. Just slightly annoyed no one told him why Jin Ah suddenly had a shopping habit and why his mother never once looked so tired from doing all the housework.
After cleaning up the mess, he did want to thank the demon, though he sure how, so he simply patted her head and thanked her for all the hard work.
Which seemed to be a little too much since the princess started crying and rapidly thanking out her phone saying that it was not a problem at all, she shouldn't be thanked, she was doing the bare minimum, Yada Yada, Sung stopped her from typing out more and getting on her knees.
"You did well, Esil"
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The other two shadows that where inside Jin Ah's shadow were made to stand by at the classroom were the Liege's sister stood, meanwhile Esil started to fight the other magic beasts like she was out for blood. Which, considering just how much time she had gotten to learn about the people in the school, all the friends Jin Ah had and all the other innocent kids that at one point where just like her, never meant to be suddenly killed because of a meaningless war.
She was, she was coming out for blood.
The first floor, some of them died, the second and third where almost spotless. At least Jin Ah never got to experience it up close. Yet one to two always escaped from her grasp. The golems decided to gang up on her at another moment. She was sending out all of her alarms to inform the King that Jin Ah was in danger, but he didn't come.
Fear trembled out of every bone in her body when the wounds would start healing at a slower pace. Esil didn't know what it could possibly mean. Still she did what she could to at least stop them from harming the other students. And when one of her arms had been cut off, Esil chose to run.
Unsurprisingly, the magic beasts chased her down.
Good. That's what she wanted in the first place.
As Esil ran around the halls, she commemded one of the two shadow soldiers to grab the rest of the kids and guide them to Jin Ah's classroom.
Once all the survivors lay inside that classroom, then she would be fine to...
Her arm slowly started growing back, she was elighted to see it so. Her King was close now, then Jin Ah would be safe and she wouldn't need to worry—
SLASH!
"So you are the demoness that has been killing my soldiers and annoyed me from taking over the world."
Her phone cracked, she couldn't say anything, and her body was slowly being shaken up by a sudden wave of mana.
Mana that didn't come from the dungeon boss. It came from the person behind him.
"You did well, Esil, now go."
The dungeon boss moved his head around. Quickly, as Esil's body was regenerating, she retreated back to the classroom, not wanting to face the absolute bloodshed that was to come.
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"My Liege forgive me! I'm really sorry! Due to my failure to keep my promises my Liege has once again been hurt! I have committed a great sin I know I have and you may punish me as you please but forgive me My Lord for my incompetence!"
"Esil—"
She hugged his leg.
"Pleaseee I'm sorrryyyy I really tried. Don't send me back to sleep pleaseeeeee!!"
"Esil, Esil listen to me I know you did your best, and I'm not going to send you away so calm down."
It was his first time seeing a shadow tear up. "Really?"
"Yes. I'm just going to leave Beru in their care now, you can move back to fight in Beru's place instead. I know you are strong, but you need to become stronger if you want to keep protecting Jin Ah and my mother. So until you reach a higher grade, you will be doing raids with me."
"...ok." She nodded. "Will I still be able to see them?" She scribbles out in her notebook and Jin Woo has to admit he is a bit jealous of how beautiful her hand writing is compared to his. Is because of her past? *shrug*
"Yes, when I come back from the raids you can join Jin Ah in her studies—Ah! Why are you crying again?!"
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Other fun shenanigans:
• Jin Woo and Esil bake together. Esil ends up burning hers which makes Jin Woo laugh.
• Igris treats Esil like a little Swordsman Junior.
•At first Beru is intolerable to Esil, but they get somewhat along when they watch K historial dramas and often comment on how obvious it is that character will die or that character will end up marrying the protagonist. Or how that one is totally the villain!
•Jin Woo buys Esil a text to speech machine that has been inveted since the experimentation with machines and mana. It can use her thoughts and translate them into the sound that appears in the tiny microphone that Esil wears as a necklace. One time a magic beast tried to catch it. Jin Woo saw her massacrating a body in such a messy way for the first time.
•Jin Ah created an Instagram account for her. There Esil cosplays as random elf girls from ranging topics from Games to Anime to just popular media in general. They can only do this on the weekends though but Esil has such a huge Fanbase starting from her first post.
• She also gets dressed up in her shadow armor. The one from the first chapters when Jin woo meets her, with the helmet and all. That's mostly what she wears on her raids.
•She treats Jin Hoo with a lot of care too, often buying out more food to make a lunch for him too.
• Esil likes to keep trinkets of some beasts she killed. She also hands Jin Ah a pearl necklace whose origin was better not to discuss.
• Esil was thought to be Jin Woo's girlfriend at one point since one of the Instagram posts showed a picture of Jin Woo and Jin Ah framed in the back (It was when Jin Ah made a selfie with her brother, Miss Park wanted to frame it.) And it blew up so much that even some S rank hunters saw them. Ohohoho.
•Jin Woo hugged her and apologized to her when he first had the flashback to the War between The Monarch of White Flames and Beast Monarch against Ashborn.
She was one of the few whose bodies had not been incinerated (by Baran, he didn't want his soldiers to be turned into the soldiers of Ashborn.) And therefore The shadow Monarch could extract her.
She didn't leave the shadow domain, but she wasn't a slacker either. Just as strong as the rest of them, but not by much, she simply handled some organized duties of the King and killed as many as she needed. So it was hard for Ashborn to know whenever Esil wanted to stay or leave. Her small and fragile attitude was also why Igris cared for her when they met again. Since the poor girl had lost of all her family, but due to the effects of being a Shadow, she couldn't even hate the killer, so she was in a bit of a depression.
Of course it all slowly began to change when she was transported to the Demon realm. She had a choice, to be killed by Ashborn's succesor or to join him until the end.
And meeting this new succesor who looked so weak human-wise and yet so strong as he could summon Igris with him... She choose to stay, thinking that she could have a chance at life again without the need to feel sad that she wasn't joining the side of the person who murdered her family. But rather someone new, a new King of Death. A new Shadow Monarch.
She wasn't following Ashborn out of survival. She was was following Sung Jin Woo out of her own free will.
And the promise to be protected by him only made her resolvement stronger.
Of course she had to get out of the castle, so in an attempt to save Jin Woo on the 100th floor, she chose to attack Baran, her progenitor and ancestor, causing her to end her life.
Maybe this time, she can save a world from the same world that has brought hers to extinction.
#esil#Esil#Esil radiru#sung jinwoo#sung jin woo#Sung Jin Woo x Esil Radiru#best waifu now!#canon divergent au#fanfic#we need more Esil in our lives#Beru and Esil watching K dramas omg#Jin ah twich streams their conversations.#Sung Jin Ah#yoo jin ho#song yi#fuck i forgot the name om Jin Woos mother#OMG the monarch fight will be crazy if Esil reaches a stronger level and has to see Jin Woo die but cant do SHIT#I am imagining Commander Level Esil by the midle of the 27 years war with the monarchs#she finally is able to speak#and blabers on about how cool Jin Woo is or about how sad she is she might never be able to see those Korean manwhas in this timelkne#timeline#ahgakwbs#Esil also helping Igris evade the fire breath from Antares#the apprentice has become the master!#But Jin Woo was faster so she could only drag Igris out of the fire and not Jin Woo who was protecting Igris#Bellion spoiling Esil#Esil Beru and Bellion making Jin Woo the demon castle but Jin Woo cant get mad at Esil since she tried her best#solo leveling au#solo leveling manwha
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Rowan No surname found - Formerly Vigilante Sidestep - Curently Villain Déjà vu
Name: Rowan
Surname: None (Never decided on one, in official things he uses a variety of fake names, to the Rangers he introduced himself (in a bit of panic) as Rowan Rowan. He does get a lot of crap from Ortega for using such an obviously fake name, but it stuck.
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Demisexual
Villain name: DÉJÀ VU (Name is a bit of precaution, It's a safe fail in case somebody found the way he fights or moves familiar. If they confronted him he would heavily suggest the feeling of DÉJÀ VU is one of his powers.)
Vice: Cigarettes
Armour: Telepathy and speed
Armour look: Mysterious
Occupation: Mob boss
Romance: Steel/Ortega/Sidestep - Secret crush Ortega
Stats:
These are his stats from Book 1, when i find the ones from book 2 I will change this
Appearance:
Asian
Middle height
Black eyes
Some make up, mostly foundation and some "natural look" cosmetics, but he also like to use eyeliner and eyeshadow sometimes (he always forgets to remove them and then looks like panda)
Black hair, length about little something under his ears, with fringe, always style in same dramatic K-POP idol style
Many piercings : eyebrow piercing, on his lips snake bites and medusa, two studs in his tongue , industrial in right ear, belly button piercing and some below waist that i didnt figured out yet. Almost all done by himself
Always immaculately clothed usually in some mix of formal clothes and latest fashion
Personality: Ironic and sassy asshole with face almost permanently twisted in irritation and constant sigh: “I hate this so much”
Trivia:
He knows how to make vape tricks, back in Sidestep days he would do them to amuse Anathema
He used to have a really strong distaste towards his own body, feeling like its parasite, something to fight against. He used to thought "This body is all they want, if I could get rid of it, If i could be free of it…" Sometimes he would even self harm as a way to cope. Mostly making piercings, but on bad days he would try to carve tattoos off his body. But he would mostly just neglect himself, not eat enough, not sleep enough, not care about wounds on him.
(Ironically, jumping into Puppet only made this feeling worse.)
After the series of realizations, self discoveries and a few events that forced him to look at himself from another point of view He realized his body is not an enemy but maybe the only ally he can truly trust. He mostly got this feeling under control. It still there of course, under the surface of his mind, coming back sometimes, but Rowan worked out a routine that helps when needed.
In current time He takes great care of himself, have enormous collection of cosmetics worth small fortune. But while he almost obsessively takes care of his body, he greatly neglects mental health. At least until Ortega persuade him to go to therapy. Now he is working hard to get better.
Demisexual but he never really thought about it enough to give himself a label. He always considered thanks to his secrets he would always be alone, so no need to think about. There was even a part of him that considered that because he isn't a true human its logic that he have no interest in sex or reproduction. And then Ortega showed all suave, sexy and so warm. But of course Ortega wasn't into men. Then Heartbreak happened and again he figured love wasn't for him. He didn't even realize when Steel wormed into his heart.
He loves fashion and dressing up. Showing anywhere like its a runway or award ceremony. Absolute Diva.
Hates getting compliments. He accepts only the one regarding his clothes or his fashion sense; all others make him crumble and whiter and cringe. Run away or threaten people to stop.
People think his natural state (sassy eye rolling bitch) is a sign of dislike but it's actually the opposite. When he doesnt like somebody/dont trust them he becomes perfectly emotionless and motionless. Old habit from around his handlers who would severely punish him for any show of emotion or opposition.I don't think he is ready or even mentally stable enough to have pets but if he were, he would have two rats. Firstly bought so RatKing would have friends but then he would get genuinely attached. I think he would be a cat person, but he would never get a cat, too worried it might scare RatKing.
I dont have talent for art but this is the closes i managed to create what i imagine he looks like in picrew (minus the piercings)
Also this one :3
#Fallen hero sidestep#fallen hero retribution#fallen hero rebirth#fhr sidestep#Rowan rowan#yes this will be his tag
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mercy thinks she is getting better at thinking with her pussy, instead of her brain, at least when it is feeling good to do so. Like it's harder to think with her pussy and take sexy pictures when the reward is farther away and mercy doesn't feel sexy or she doesnt think she has the time or energy but for instance last night when mercy's brain was thinking mercy needs to be awake in the morning and she needs to sleep now, Master was touching her pussy. And it was easier then it has been in the past to ignore her brain and enjoy how good that felt. Her pussy knows that if it's feeling good then it is good and she needs it and his hands feel wonderful on her body.
It was easier too to ignore mercy's brain and listen to her pussy, when Master guided her mouth to his cock. mercy doesn't like that her brain is coming up with reasons not to suck Masters cock. But she's getting better at ignoring them and trying not to think them. Her brain tends to point out that sucking cock isn't comfortable, or sometimes pointing out if there is a slight smell, but after a minute or two those thoughts mostly go away now. (The thing about the smell isn't bad because Master doesn't smell bad, but he is a human with a human body and sometimes they smell different and it's distracting to mercy's brain)
Another example is when mercy is edging and her brain wants to think of other things she could be doing with this time. It's really frustrating because mercy LIKES edging, and she likes edging for long periods of time and making her brain go away. and it does after a while it just likes to be annoying when mercy's starts edging.
Or when mercy puts in her long dildo gag and her brain is constantly thinking about how it's not comfortable but her pussy likes wearing it...
Or when her brain doesn't want to do something right that minute but mercy's pussy does, or Master does, and that should be enough but mercy's brain wants to be annoying.
Thinking with mercy's pussy instead of her brain has been a long struggle. And as mercy writes this she's seeing how much progress mercy has made, and also realizing that to an outside veiwer it doesn't look like progress at all. But it used to be mercy couldn't think with her pussy at all and her brain would always always always talk her out of the things her pussy wanted her to do, and she'd never do them, and she would miss out on them, and it was not good
anyways this wasn't super well articulated, tldr is that mercy's getting better at thinking with her pussy and is fed up with her brain wanting to be logical.
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SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
CHAPTER 10: YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME
warnings: suicide mention, drugs mention, sa menton
word count: 7111
previous chapter
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San
when i wake up from my suffocating nap, yaera is tugging on my arm for us to get off the bus. i jump in my skin, looking out into the kind of neighbourhood i only pictured in movies.
my family was never really wealthy, but i know we always tried to do nice things. the houses and the clean streets and palm trees, everything around me just reeks of tax evasion.
"its not a long walk from here," yaera says, her voice sounding muffled. did she sleep in the bus too?
i cant hide my staring as we walk, feeling completely out of place. yaera's been hanging around my shitty apartment so often i forgot where she actually comes from.
it bothers me. i dont know why. sometimes i cant believe this partnership is real. there'd just be so much i'd overlook if all my needs were taken care of like hers are.
if its one thing im tired of, its surviving. just that. i dont remember the last time i had a good day that wasnt ruined by the impact of my fathers decisions.
we reach a white house that looks like something out of old hollywood. yaera stuns me by walking through the gate like nothing. i look around like a kid at a carnival, lost in the fantasy of how nice it must be to grow up around a functioning neighborhood.
yaera takes her shoes off in the front of her door, giving me some home nostalgia. i didnt realize a lot of people did that. i do the same thing, gazing around her sunlit foyer.
"no ones really home besides the maids so we can go straight to my room," she says, then turns around to look at me. "can i get you some juice? water?"
"do you have coke?" i ask.
"im not allowed to drink gas in this house. dont ask."
"juice is fine then."
she leads me to her room. her house has a lot of clocks. everything so simple and white. i pass by a wall on the way to her room, spotting a few baby pictures.
her room is even more bare than the rest of her house. everything i see...i never expected. nothing about yaera ever told me she has such a simple room.
it looks like something out of one of those modern home magazines. no posters on the walls, no pictures, no stuffed animals, nothing at all that showed her personality. not that i was an expert on that. but still.
"go ahead and make yourself comfy, ill be right back," she says and tosses her bag onto the bed. the weird sound it makes reminds me of the things she stole. she wants to sell them yet shes so careless.
i get up and walk around slowly. her room carpet is soft on my feet, better than the rough wooden floor at my apartment. because nothing in her room tells me anything, i go back to that wall.
im nervous because i dont like walking through the homes of others, but something intangible tells me to do it. theres a bunch of pictures of yaera as a preteen and a kid. she looks like a mess in all of them. her curly hair wild and her clothes hanging off her body like she played a rough game. and next to her is the girl identical to her, wearing the biggest smile.
it feels eerie to look at almost. knowing what happened to her.
the two of them are so tight knit, theyre inseparable in every photo. even though yaera is almost never smiling, she always has a hold on her sisters clothes or arm, while the girl looks so out of place next to her brooding twin.
i feel bad looking at it, feeling like im intruding. i hear footsteps coming up the stairs so i quickly run back and pretend to take my books out. yaera comes in a few seconds after, holding a tray of juice and a bowl of chips.
i shift awkwardly as she sets it down on the bed and sits down, roughly pulling at her school tie. her shirt pops open at the top, and i immediately divert my gaze when i catch a glimpse of her black bra.
dont. dont do this to me today. im begging my body to stay in check so she doesnt realize how starved of human interaction ive been before i met her.
"lets leave the studying for later," she boredly says and starts opening her bag. i frown at her, remembering what mrs evans told me.
in one of earlier periods, she basically begged me to tutor yaera, saying she was on the verge of failing and doing pretty much horribly in all her other subjects because she didnt try. if she didnt do well for the next few months, she wouldnt be able to go to any college.
"i dont think thats a good idea," i say, finally looking her in the eyes. her tie is around her head for some reason. "i was serious about tutoring you. it sounds like you really need help. we should get it done."
yaera rolls her eyes. "so im guessing evans spoke to you?"
"i think most people know you arent doing well in school."
"fuck you, san."
i almost smile because of the bland look she gives me.
"im just telling you the facts. what exactly are you going to do in italy?" i ask her. with the lengths shes going to, i know she has to have a plan.
"my grandmother from my mother's side, shes still alive. im going to stay with her. she owns a bakery and will take me in without saying anything."
"didnt you say you wanted to fall off the grid? away from your parents?"
yaera takes a handful of chips and throws it back into her mouth, exposing her chest yet again. i wince internally. i dont know where to look at this point.
"my mother got disowned by her mom a long time ago, when she left the country with my sister and i," she mutters, her tone quieting at the mention of her sister. "my nonna's family immigrated to italy from south africa years ago, so my mom was born in italy. my sister and i were born there too, so my grandmother was really upset when she left with us. they never talk, so i know im safe with her."
"how old were you when you left italy?"
"eleven," she answers, smiling fondly to herself. shes pretty when shes not plotting or wearing her insufferably sly smirk.
"we still go back and forth a lot. because of my parents business. i stay here for school and go back for vacations and holidays."
it must be nice, i think. im surprised shes handing out information so freely. i guess she does really trust me.
"maybe we can visit each other," she suddenly says, the smirk ive seen too many times hanging on her lips again. "when we're both wild and free in europe."
"you know england and italy arent down the street from each other, right?" i laugh slightly, wondering to myself why she would say that.
"so? you know what they say, in europe everything is walking distance."
i chuckle, i dont know why. shes not funny. its embarrassing how a week ago she was blackmailing me and now im eating chips in her room, listening to her life story.
wooyoung would be fuming if he could see me now.
he'd ask me why i was letting in a girl so notorious, so much of a fiend. someone so shady, who isnt at all afraid of danger. and even if she is, thats not gonna stop her at all.
i wont have an answer for him when he does question me. because i dont know why either. maybe im just letting myself have something for once. even if its not the smartest or sanest thing in the world.
yaera takes out the stuff she stole from her bag, snapping pictures of a shiney watch. "people will buy anything online, its crazy," she tells me slyly. "all i have to do is say free delivery and they come crawling like rats to a pizza slice."
so this is what shes been doing for money. "how much does it make you?" i question.
"a lot. i recommend it. even if there isnt a fixed amount, theres no way youre going home with coins."
she leans in to me suddenly, her bra poking open as a gold cross necklace hangs from her neck. i gulp hard. what is she doing?
"and i was thinking...if you cant get rid of all the rosies on time...maybe you can just give Miss A the money?" she continues on as if she doesnt realize how hot she is. or maybe she does, maybe shes doing it on purpose.
it takes me a few seconds to digest what she says.
"what?"
"we can dump it, or sell it ourselves for an even higher price," she says excitedly. "we pay off your amount and then just make double it. you know?"
i dont like the sound of it. im not good with finances, which is exactly why i do the rough stuff. its why im known for being the muscle. i still dont know why miss A gave me this shitty job, knowing i had no expertise. maybe she wants to get rid of me.
"lets play it safe for now," i say, stuttering slightly. im taking a lot of risks so this is going to have to wait. especially because i have enough to hide from miss A.
yaeras proximity is so close to me i cant ignore it anymore. her skirt is hiking up as she sits, her long knee highs distracting as fuck. im biting hard on my lip, the strain tugging in unmentionable places. i cant do this anymore.
"your top is a little...wide," i say suddenly.
"huh?" she looks down and realizes. i expect her to go as red as i feel, but all she does is grip her shirt closed and smile crookedly.
"my bad. i didnt mean to give you a show," she jokes. "wanna stand in the hall for a second? i'll put on something else."
i can never tell if shes being serious when she flirts with me. it feels like everything is a joke or a lie. no ones ever acted the way she does towards me before. i dont know how to deal with it.
i get up and leave, hardly making eye contact. my skin is prickly and hot. i cant be getting affected like this. im such a loser.
my imagination tries causing my downfall while her door is closed. the clocks in her house are ticking and im trying to focus on them instead of picturing her getting undressed. fuck, what is wrong with me.
i reach for my phone, hoping to get distracted. but when i reach for my pockets it isnt on me. i go back into yaera's room, without thinking at all and her back is faced toward me.
luckily it isnt her bare back. she has a pink tank top on. i lose my sense for a few seconds when she turns around, her top still dangerously low, and my phone right in her hand.
its open.
i fight my glare, i probably just left it open by mistake; but shes looking at me like she wants to kill me. her jaw is clenched, her dark eyes narrowed at me like i kicked a puppy.
"why do you have my phone?" i ask her cautiously.
"why do you have this picture on your phone?" she says back, cold as ice.
my mind goes blank. "what?"
she smiles but its nothing sweet. "yeosang emailed you. he wants to meet you for drugs. now tell me why he sent you this picture?"
oh. the picture of her with that older guy. the colour feels like its leaving my body. oh fuck.
"i-i can explain–"
"i noticed you got it a day after we met. were you trying to get leverage on me?"
im embarrassed. i dont know what to say. but my brain tells me to just be honest. theres no way they can look any worse.
"yeah, i was," i admit. she scoffs and rolls her eyes. "i wanted something on you the way you had something on me. but i dont plan on using that. ever."
"thats supposed to make me feel better?" she questions angrily.
"well, you still have that video of me dealing drugs. do you think that makes me feel better?"
she clamps her mouth shut and bites her lip in frustration, tossing my phone to the bed. i want to approach her but i feel like shes about to kick me out of her house.
she cant be mad. i know its fucked up but i was just getting even. i hope this doesnt ruin everything we tried establishing a day ago. that would be so exhausting.
she drops onto her bed, pushing her hair back as she glares onto the ground. "fuck that asshole, yeosang. that picture is useless anyway."
i frown and finally get the courage to move to sit next to her. "what do you mean?" i ask.
she scoffs again, a forced smile on her face. "because that isnt me. its my sister."
my blood pauses in my veins as i look at her. yaera sighs, the look on her face distant and pained. what?
"but yeosang–"
"is a fucking idiot," she finishes off coldly. "he leaked that picture of her days after she went missing. everyone thought she ran away and was rebelling so brands started dropping her. my parents threatened to sue and he swore to delete it. my parents made me step up and announce that i was the one in the picture so that yasmines name would stop getting slandered. so they called me a whore instead."
she chuckles darkly. "i guess it was easier to believe i was the whore and not her. they werent expecting her to be a bag of bones at the bottom of a canyon."
what the fuck. i bend my elbows on my knees and rub my face because i dont know what to say. yeosang is such a fucking asshole.
"i'll delete the pic," i say heavily. "i didnt know. yeosang said it was you."
"most people believe it is. to this day. but nah, thats my innocent sister in the arms of some guy."
"what the fuck is that angle?" i ask her in disbelief. "it doesnt look like she knows she was being watched."
"i dont think she did," yaera admits frighteningly calm. she reaches for something in her bag, and pulls out the camera she stole.
"i think my sister was being stalked. and i think that person is stalking me too."
"what?" i raise my voice. shes dead serious.
yaera holds the camera towards me, showing me a folder. when i look at the pictures inside, my face goes icy. hundreds of pictures of her at school, smoking, sitting around, completely unaware that a camera is on her. then as i scroll further down, i see the exact same picture yeosang sent me.
the original.
"what the fuck?" i whisper and shake my head. "we have to take this to your parents. or the police. what if this is the same person who killed your sister?"
yaera nearly drops the camera and i swear she looks like all the colour has drained from her face. she feels her head and shivers. "i-i think im going to be sick."
"i'll go get a cold rag. hold on."
i get up but she pulls me back by my shirt, shaking her head. "no please. just stay here," she almost begs.
we have to do something about this. this means the stalker is a student, or even worse, a teacher.
it cant be the guy in the picture, hes older and hes being watched too. it has to be a student, and it has to be someone part of the soccer team.
"did yeosang ever say where he got this picture?" i ask her.
she gulps and shakes her head. "no he said it was sent to him. and because he knows everyone, he was told to leak it. so he did. he thought it was from her or someone else saying that shes safe and alive. but...then..."
she takes a deep breath, and it sounds like theyre getting smaller. her chest is rising and falling harder than usual, a slight whistle in her breathing. i reach for her bag and rummage through it, finding her asthma pump.
"take this," i tell her and hand it to her. she takes two puffs, her breathing harsher than before. shes almost shaking.
"ill go with you," i tell her firmly. "to the police, or to your parents. we can show them this. you might be in danger."
"they wont do anything," she says defeatedly. "the police buried the case and i would just be bringing up old wounds to my parents. so much has happened...they wouldnt believe me."
"but we have evidence right here!" i groan, unable to believe what im hearing. "youre just going to accept this?"
"what do you want me to do?" she snaps her head at me. "do you want us to find this guy? then what?"
i clench my jaw thinking of it. hes probably some sick fuck getting off to pictures of yaera and a dead girl. how fucked up do you have to be to still hold onto this?
"we kill him."
"what?" she looks at me horrified. "what the fuck are you talking about?"
"okay fine, we dont kill him. but lets fuck him up, or get him in trouble. because this is messed up. i can find out who this belongs to. just give me your word and i will."
yaera nods with difficulty, looking like shes choking down sobs. this day has taken a completely different turn, we havent even gotten to studying yet.
my phone rings and buzzes again. i look at it. its the thirtieth call yeosang has given me. i pick up in annoyance and nearly growl into the phone. "what the fuck do you want?"
"fucking finally!" he screams, making me pull the phone away from my ear. "you asshole! ive been tryna reach you all day? you finally out of marino's ass? can i fucking talk to you?"
"what do you need?" i grit out because unfortunately i need this fucker and his money.
"i need you to give me like four bags before saturday. ill pay you today, okay? this shit is addictive im literally shaking and if you dont deliver im gonna fucking beat your ass, okay? im thirsty!" yeosang demands, his voice unhinged and feral.
"when do you need it?"
"did you not hear me? today asshole! drop it at the rockstar cafe near school. one of my girlfriends work there. give it to her."
"fine. ill send wooyoung to drop it."
"fucking thank you. god, was that so hard?–"
i hang up on him and turn my attention back on yaera. shes looking at me with a closed off glint in her soft brown eyes, her lips slightly pouted. i stare at them a little too long, against my will.
"how do you know yeosang?" she asks me suddenly. "or more, how did you start selling drugs to him?"
i cant for the life of me find out why she wants to know that. i did tell her i would let her know anything she wants, so i guess i should be fair.
"he knew one of yunho's guys," i say. "he used to sell him drugs when he went clubbing. long story short, the guy died and yunho asked me to start supplying yeosang instead. he was surprised when he found out we were at the same school."
"and he kept quiet?" she asks in genuine disbelief. "yeosang? the guy who tells everyone with whom and where he has sex? the guy who cant keep a secret for shit? that guy?"
"yunho warned me about him. i have a little leverage on him to make sure he doesnt squeal."
her eyes suddenly light up with that dark, mischevious flare she uses when she wants something. "what kind of leverage?"
"before i tell you, whats your relationship with yeosang?"
"he tried to fuck me," she says crudely, making my mouth nearly drop open. "and he knew my sister. he tried to fuck us both actually. and when i didnt let him he went around spreading rumors about me. he still does it to this day."
okay so she has it out for him. and rightfully so. everytime i hear about yeosang hes out disappointing his parents.
"his scandal is kinda fitting then," i chuckle humorlessly. "he had sex with this girl at one of yunhos clubs. he drugged her drink. yunho has it all on camera."
yaeras face morphs into disgust. "thats not fucking sex thats...he literally...oh my god."
"i know," i sigh. "hes a real piece of shit. yunho had his hands on that. and now it belongs to the gang. he knows if he speaks, his life is over."
"how the fuck did yunho record it?"
"he used to record everything in his club. hes was one sick fuck. there were cameras in every corner of that club. every single one. its how the police busted him. luckily for yeosang, his video already made it out of there beforehand."
yaera shakes her head and grips her hair. "this shit is fucking crazy."
thats my life. shes horrifed. i can feel it. but she wanted this. she wanted to be a part of it. luckily it wont be her forever. i dont know when it will end for me.
***
i tried my best to tutor yaera after the revelation of all the upsetting news. she struggled to pay attention, i could tell. her answers were all delayed and she kept zoning out on the diagrams.
at some point i accept we wont get any work done today. i look outside and see its getting late. yeosang is ringing my phone again, as well as wooyoung. i realize i have stops to make.
i close my textbook which happens to be open on the diagram of the heart. yaera blinks slowly, then sits up when she realizes we're done.
"oh. sorry," she mutters. "i wasnt really a good student today, huh?"
i shrug, its not a big deal right now. "we can try again tomorrow. you have a lot on your plate."
"thank you." she says in the smallest voice. its humble coming from her.
i open my bag and shove my books in and she helps me pack. eventually she hands me the camera.
"you take it," her voice is tired and flat. "do whatever you need to with it. i dont want in the house, im going to stare at the pictures all night and its gonna make me sick."
"ill take it away tonight," i tell her. "you remember the mongols? those guys you met when you followed me the first time?"
"yeah?"
"theyre my dads old gang. they do favours for me sometimes because they feel bad for ruining my life. i can get in touch with mao's niece. shes a hacker. i'll take the camera to her and see what she can do."
"thanks. i'd go with you but my parents are gonna be home anytime soon," she sighs. "be careful."
i swing my bag onto my shoulder and we walk out of her house. we schedule to study sometime on the weekend again, right before yeosang's party.
when we get outside the sky is almost pitch black, except for a faint line of blue over the roofs of the mansions. its going to be a nightmare to get transport this time around. i decide to call an uber.
"i wanted to ask you," yaera says as we wait in silence on the pavement. "theres this thing coming up with my family. like...an event for that photoshoot i did. and i need a date."
i raise an eyebrow. is she seriously asking me to go to a fancy event with her family? me? the poster boy for poverty?
"dont look at me like that," she punches my arm lightly, scowling. "im not into you or anything. i want you to meet the models im dealing to. theyre going to be there."
i narrow my eyes at her. "you want to deal at your parents party?"
"no, san. i wanna see you in a suit and drool over how hot you look."
my mouth hangs open at how completely serious she sounds while saying it. i nervously look away and wipe my face with a sigh, irritated by how easily she affects me. she bursts out laughing and my embarrassment worsens.
"you keep asking me dumb questions. obviously! and dont worry about the suit, ill get you one myself."
i dont meet her gaze even though i can feel her staring at me. "so you didnt mean what you said before that?"
she comes to stand right infront of me, that devious smirk on her lips once again. goddamn it. i fail to look away, not wanting to be intimdated except i am.
"about wanting to drool over you?" she asks lowly, her smirk dripping with smugness. "you want me to mean that, choi san?"
my body is abnormally fucking hot. i hear a horn beep a few feet away and see a black toyota waiting. thank god. i clear my throat awkwardly and tighten my hand on the strap of my backpack.
"i gotta go. i'll text you." i say and scurry away as fast as i can.
yaera waves slowly to me when i get into the car and look at her through the window. i need to keep myself in check, no matter how difficult she makes it.
on the way home i get texts from wooyoung complaining about yeosang and about me taking my sweet time at yaera's house. hes convinced we're having unprotected sex everytime hes not in the room.
my face warms again as an image appears and quickly vanishes from my mind. that wouldnt be the worst thing in the world, right?
no. what the fuck san. get it together. what the hell did you just think.
it was the grief and trauma from seeing yunho get sliced up. im convinced. no way would i be having these disorderly thoughts unprovoked.
the uber drops me off infront of a tattoo parlour, aespa. mao's niece is a tattoo artist here. ive only visited a few times, mostly doing errands.
its evening so the place is shut down, but i know shes here. i slam my hand onto the door and peer through the glass waiting for her to show up. it takes me a few aggressive policeman knocks before she eventually comes strutting out through the dark shop, scowling at me.
she unlocks the door and glares at me. "what the hell? do you pay to knock down my door like this?" she snaps.
"hey, ningning, right?" i say. "im san. you know me right?"
she squints her eyes at me and then clicks her fingers. "ah...that guys kid. i dunno his name. tekken?"
"yeah. can i come in?" i sigh.
she opens the door and flicks the lights on, allowing me to pass through. her hair is bright red and she has two full sleeves on both her arms. last time i visited she only had a few tattoos.
"im guessing youre not here for a tattoo appointment?" she says and goes to sit on a spinning chair. it accidently slides across the floor and she tumbles out of it. she gets up and smiles awkwardly.
i take off my bag and pull out the camera. "i need a favour. can you help me find out who this belongs to? its urgent."
"mmmmm did you steal it?"
"not important. i just need a name or an address."
she crosses her arms and nods. "that'll be easy. depending on how long this takes me, ill give you a price after."
i scowl. "please dont be unreasonable."
ningning gives me a nasty look. "hey, my uncle owes you favours, kid. not me, i didnt ruin your life. this is not a charity."
i sigh and nod, giving her the camera. i follow her to a backroom that ends up leading to a basement under her shop. she unlocks nearly four doors to get to her station, and i see massive monitors and a sick computer set up that i know costs more than my apartment.
she lets out a sigh and jumps into her chair, taking out the camera. im curious because i didnt even know cameras could be traced back. the police do it, right?
"so how do you do this?" i ask when she starts typing abnormally fast.
she chuckles, and my eyes widen when a bunch of alien code appears on the screens. "come on, even if i explained to you, do you really think your dumbass would get it?"
i scowl. damn it shes right.
"you couldve just said no," i mutter pathetically under my breath.
"serial numbers kid. serial numbers. theyre a godsent gift. also photos. does this camera have any photos?"
"yeah, a ton." my anger returns just thinking about the creep and his 'hobby'.
ningning pulls up the pictures from the camera and puts them onto the monitors. i bite my lip awkwardly when she turns and side eyes me.
"are you stalking someone?" she asks me dead seriously.
"no," i scoff. "im trying to find the stalker. and even if i was, you'd have no grounds to judge me with what you do."
"i may steal and sell peoples information but at least im not a weirdo," she rebuts and sticks out her tongue. seconds later she pulls out a piece of paper and starts writing shit down.
"theres an account attached to the camera. heres a name and address." she hands the paper to me. i frown looking at the name.
"Apple?" i scowl. this feels like a prank. and severely underwhelming. but at least ive got an address. im going to break this fuckers legs.
ningning smiles, sighing as if bored. "too easy. i was actually hoping this would be a challenge. that'll be 50."
i groan in the back of my throat, feeling like im giving out more money than im bringing in. yaera better pay me back for this. i dig into my wallet and give her my paper and it turns out its my last. broke.
ningning sends me a wink as i make my way out. "good luck, Lucky. or whatever they call you nowadays."
wooyoung picks me up a few minutes after, a new license plate on his van. hes honks obnoxiously for me to get in, nearly waking up the entire neighbourhood.
"never send me to plug that yeosang fucker ever again!" he immediately whines when i slide in passenger. "i cant stand that guy. how does he have that many girlfriends and i dont?"
"youre not a rich sexy creep i guess," i tell him and then sigh. "woo, we need to kill someone."
"what?!" wooyoung screams like the human loadspeaker he is. "who? the blackmailer?"
"no!" i snap and glare at him. i pull out the address and show him. "this is the address of the fucker thats been stalking her. including her dead twin sister."
wooyoungs jaw nearly drops. "woah. yeah thats fucked. when and where?"
i look out the window, thinking back to how she said she didnt want me to hurt anyone. i would probably piss her off and scare her. who knows what would happen. she doesnt want me to do things behind her back.
"let me tell her first. but tomorrow after school, we're paying this person a visit."
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Yaera
it feels like everyday i wake up i feel more and more like trash. the nights feel long. the day feels too early. i know whats coming. its getting bad again.
ive been called depressed by my therapists and teachers. then it quickly became an excuse. an excuse to them i constantly use to be bad at school and everything else. all i know is everytime i think my happiness will last it doesnt.
when i dont feel my emotions, i dont remember them. they become foreign to me, like nothing. but recently ive been feeling a lot. san has made me feel a range of emotions.
sadness, fear, anger. excitement. fucking arousal. he makes me feel the way a cigarette does. which is crazy. i never thought i'd feel anything for anyone like that ever again. not since jongho.
i sit with silent admiration as he approaches me in the parking lot the next day. of course he has his resting bitch face on, but its one of the things i look forward to these days.
my hands are shaking inside my blazer pockets as i lean against the wall, my nicotine addiction not fulfilled for the day because i spent money on hairdye and forgot.
sans eyes shift to my now black hair and an awkward smile (i think its a smile?) sits on his face. "hey. did you get my texts?"
"my phone died," i say. i actually passed out after doing my hair last night, completely exhausted and terrified by the information that hit me. all that and i forgot to charge and bring my phone the next day.
"oh. i guess i have to say this in person then," san frowns. "i got an address and name for you. of the stalker."
my blood feels like cold sludge in my veins and i immediately feel more lightheaded. my stomach churns. "oh," i try to keep a straight face. "thank you."
he sighs and takes out a piece of paper. "before i show this to you. i want you to know wooyoung and i are planning to go to this address after school. you can come with us to confront the bastard. are you okay with that?"
my mouth is dry and i dont even know what to say. i didnt think he would actually find the creep. i dont even know if i can face him.
i nod with difficulty and san gives me the paper. my stomach immediately plunges like a fucking roller coaster.
no fucking way.
"i couldnt get his actual name. this is all thats available on his account." san sounds disappointed. his face drops further when i meet his eyes.
"are you okay? do you know this person?" he asks, hands hesitantly reaching out as if hes afraid im going to fall over.
i just cant believe it. after years and years i didnt ever think this could happen. but it makes sense, doesnt it? everythings starting to make sense.
"this is jongho's nickname," i utter lifelessly. "and this is his address."
"what?" san raises his voice. his eyes turn into planets. "the annoying prefect?? the one that hates you??"
i nod and almost start laughing. i almost start crying too. jongho is my stalker. he was my sisters stalker. i guess i shouldnt be surprised, he was literally in love with her. but me?
why me?
i cant fucking breathe.
it all gets worse. i reach for my asthma pump and it falls out of my blazer and plonks onto the cement. san picks it up and wipes it off, placing it in between my lips.
he pumps it for me, and i would almost consider this romantic if not for the fucked up circumstances we're always in.
"do you want me to hurt him?" san asks me seriously. "because i will."
i shake my head and scoff. "and face a lawsuit? you have nothing and jongho has everything."
san has a terrifying look on his face. "it doesnt have to be me. you know i know people that would make him pay for this."
i dont want him to pay. not yet. i just want him to be honest. i want this to fucking make sense.
"i knew he was fucked up but wow," i laugh to myself, making san more concerned. "imagine he did actually love me all this time? imagine he loved us both?"
"yaera." san sternly says. "process this and lets talk later. we have class. dont say anything to him or breathe near him. he could be dangerous. he couldve harmed..."
the sick feeling sweeps through me and i find it hard to digest. i gag and nearly throw up, but luckily nothing comes up. thinking of jongho, the asshole i cant stand but also one of my first loves throwing my sister off a canyon after strangling her is making me want to off myself harder than i thought.
and the image never leaves me.
even when we get to class, i find myself
lost in my own head thinking about it. i cant enjoy history for the life of me because im thinking of the past. im thinking of my parents that trusted him. yasmine trusted him too. so much. she thought he was fine with just being her friend.
no, im lying. she knew choi jongho wasnt fine with being just friends. i know she teased him with a relationship that would never happen. i know she kissed him a few times, maybe did something more. i know she led him on for years and he never really gave up because he thought they were perfect together. she could be cruel about it, the way she kept him on a leash.
now shes fucking dead.
"choi san!" someone screams, tearing me out of my thoughts as the classroom door roughly swings open. everyone stands up as our headmaster appears in the doorway, with...jongho behind him.
my breath hits a wall when i look at him, and hes glaring straight at san. the soccer coach is standing in the doorway as well.
san stands up awkwardly, confusion lined in his features. "yes sir?"
"it has come to our attention that items have gone missing from the boys lockerroom yesterday afternoon. choi jongho stated that you were the only one he saw hanging around that area at the time. can you confirm?" our headmaster asks, making the entire class fall into hushed whispers.
no fucking way. san is going red out of panic.
"i-i mean i was there. but i didnt steal anything. h-how or why would i?" san asks.
"you're a scholarship student," jongho spits at him like hes filth. "its not farfetched for you people to get carried away at a school like this. youre already here for free."
"excuss me?" mr grüne, my history teacher interrupts with a glare. "choi san is a good student he would never do such a thing. you can ask anyone of his teachers."
jongho lets out a spiteful laugh. "an expensive camera and watch have gone missing, i dont care about his reputation i care about my team. and choi san is the only person i saw at the lockerrooms yesterday!"
"i didnt steal anything," san defends, clenching his jaw as he grips his desk.
"then surely you will not mind us searching your locker?" the soccer coach says. san's face drops.
i hold my breath. i hold it because i know san has the camera hidden in his locker. we were supposed to confront jongho after school.
"i-"
"you cant search his locker," i say, scoffing and bringing the attention on me. "thats an invasion of privacy."
"its school property," headmaster corrects me. san is looking at me like hes internally begging me to stop. but i wont because i need to save him from himself.
"if you think he stole your shit, call the police," i say. jongho clenches his jaw at me.
thats right. you wont call the police because once they find your camera youre fucked.
"this doesnt concern you, ms marino," headmaster tells me sternly. "choi san im going to need you to come with us to give your locker combination please."
oh fuck. oh no oh fuck.
san slowly leaves the classroom and i can see jongho smirking evilly to himself. no way i cant let san go down like this. they'll destroy him. he doesnt know how to verbally defend himself.
"sir i need to be excused," i say and immediately bolt after them. i pull jongho to the side, making him glare and rip his arm from me. i grab him again, digging my nails into his skin.
"what the fuck are you doing? let go." he hisses at me.
"call the search off," i grit through my teeth. "call the fucking search off right now."
jongho chuckles. "and why would i do that?"
"because if you dont i'll take your camera to the police and let them know youve been stalking me and my dead sister," i say. his face crumbles.
in seconds jongho's smug grin shatters into utter disbelief. hes taking too long. san is going to get caught.
"go fucking call it off!" i snap. "tell headmaster your parents found it, say something or else im letting everyone know what a fucked up creep you really are."
jongho runs and nearly trips over his feet as he chases after our headmaster. my skin is pricky because im scared he wont get there in time. im scared san will go down for this. for MY doings.
i let out a sigh of relief when all four of them come walking back and san isnt in handcuffs. but jongho is giving me a terrified look. good, he should be fucking scared.
"i want to apologize to everyone here for interrupting your lesson and also choi san for the inconvenience," our headmaster says. "it was simply a misunderstanding."
mr grüne looks like he already knew san was innocent and san shrugs it off like nothing. he looks at me wondering how i did it. i mouth to him that we'll talk later. jongho drops something on my desk before he leaves, a note.
meet me on the soccerfield after break. i'll explain everything.
A/N: AYEEE NINGNING CAMEO ANYONE? AESPA X ATEEZ CRUMBS?
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NSFW ALPHABET: chuuya
Content warning: NSFW, threesome mention, One night stands, etc
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Absolutely Adorable. Even if he was rough just a second ago, the moment its over hes fully checking if you are okay, if you need anything etc. Will clean you up and gladly cuddle after, even if he wont admit it.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Absolutely your thighs and ass. They are his life, his everything. He LOVES sleeping on your thighs, touching both your thighs and ass and grabbing your ass. For himself he'd probably choose his hair, no exact reason he just likes it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He himself probably has quite slimy cum, classic white and not that thick. He does cum quite alot, probably around 5-6ml.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Jerks off to your thighs, has thought about a threesome with you and dazai before and actually came from it. Also just send him his thigh pics please, its his only source of humanity (GET IT BECAUSE HES NOT-)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
At first hes not experienced at all but he's a quick learner, so he'd swiftly note down what you liked and what you didnt after any sex session.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style, missionary and lotus. Loves to see your face while he fucks you, your expression and not being able to hide exactly that from you. He also loves doggystyle because he can grip your thighs and ass thought, but he'd prefer to do it with a mirror to still see your expression.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Probably really romantic/rather serious. Hes a busy man and spending intimate time with you means alot to him, so he'd like to enjoy the moment in a romantic way.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well groomed but not fully shaved. Carpet does match the drapes, but you cant see it well because he keeps his hair relatively short down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Like i said before, hes a busy man and enjoys making his time with you soecial, especially if you get intimate. Sex often starts with a nice dinner in candlelight which goes to making out etc.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesnt jack off all that often. If hes stressed he would just shove you under his desk and let himself enjoy a blowjob by you, but when you are not there he would whip out his only thighpics and enjoy them.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Hairpulling, choking, dacryphilia (tears, crying), dirty talk, bondage, edging, dumbification. Also has a breeding kink but would never admit that to you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Usually the bedroom but hes also quite into doing it in his office. The futhest you two ever went was in dazais home while he was at the ada, luckily you two dissapeared right before he caöe home to see chuuya fucking you dumb in his bedroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You moaning his name, Best thing you can do to keep him going. Or begging for his cock or similar, will literally make him demolish you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Cuckolding. He'd hate to see other men touch his property, the most he would allow was a threesome with dazai but you would have to bring up the idea. No way in hell he'd ever bring that to light!
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Enjoys blowjobs, but him eating you out/giving you a blowjob is so much better. He once came in his pants giving you oral, and of course you noticed but you both never spoke about it. He could give you oral for hours, doing it as if you are the tastiest thing on earth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually rough and fast bur somehow its quite romantic still. The way he snaps his hips against yours, whispering dirty stuff into your ear.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesnt enjoy quickies as much but you two often have them because of his work. Quick fuck before work? Sure.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Surprisingly he's pretty risky. He would try many new things if you wanna try them, he knows his kinks already but wont bring them up.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This guy. Fucking mf. Stamina of a literal god, could fuck you for hours. He lasts up to 7-10 rounds at a time, its scary. How does this man have suh a high sex drive????
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Definitely has toys. When you annoy him and hes working, he'd definitely tie you up and stick a vibrator into you to shut you up. Will often then watch you squirm under the low pace vibrator thats just not enough to make you cum.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Doesnt look like it but he is a tease. Not as horrible as dazai but definitely... something. Not scared of edging you or under stimulated you for hours on end, disobey this man and youll go through literal hell.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not exactly loud but will often groan into your ear. He loves seeing your expression. Also sometimes moans your name!!
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Before you and him dated, he and dazai would have often re-occuring one night stands. Thisis what got him to the idea of a threesome in the first place.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
5.9 inches and really thick! Perfect stretch. Also somehow he knows all the spots that make you weak, congrats!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Terribly high. You giving him blowjobs under his desk is something that occurs a little too often. Lots of quickies before work, lots of sex after work.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Hes magical. Why? Usually mans doesnt get tired after. Could literally go for 5 rounds and do his work as if nothing happened right after. The only times he falls asleep after giving you aftercare is sex after work, he'll be exhausted.
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for me the interesting inhuman thing about ghouls is (rather than their physical characteristics) that they are in some way created and not born. i see people talking about them being ritualistically summoned and im 100% on board with that. and i think that raises a whole bunch of interesting topics including the following:
how, physically, is a ghoul created?
generally what ive seen is some sort of summoning ritual (this makes sense and fits the theme) in which a ghoul emerges fully formed from a portal. this is interesting because it implies the ghoul was already alive somewhere else, and is just being brought to this plane of existence or planet or whatever. i think its a pretty common concept in other demon lore/media (doom comes to mind, because it always comes to mind) and i feel like its really what "summoning" technically means.
i personally think a more compelling method of creation is like in hellraiser¹ where frank basically grows out of blood/life energy and is literally physically created right there. i feel like its more parallel to birth and also just more fun and yucky. notably, this doesnt contradict the idea that a ghoul already exists before being summoned (frank was being resurrected, not created for the first time). but a method like this could also believably be creating something new.
2. where and what are ghouls before they are summoned?
if they are summoned through a portal which is just a magical doorway than i guess they are in hell and just hanging out. what is their life like there? do they have guitars there?
i think ghouls could perhaps be incorporeal before they are summoned, if their bodies are physically created as part of summoning. i like the idea of a ghoul being sort of "made to order" based on what the summoner needs (e.g. type of musician). i also really like the idea that ghouls have no prior experience with anything. this is probably one of the most compelling ghoul concepts to me. am i projecting in some way? yes, absolutely.
3. how do ghouls know what they know?
this ties in with the previous question. if they lived somewhere else before they came here, they could just practice their instruments there and come here knowing how to play them. i think thats logically possible but the idea of electric guitars in hell is kind of silly to me.
the idea im most attracted to is that, if they are created, they come with the knowledge they need to be in the band. obviously as humans who start out as babies we gain knowledge through experience but imagine someone with amnesia². depending on what parts of their memory are affected, they could have semantic ("what") knowledge without episodic (personal) memories.
4. are ghouls alive? are they alive in the same way as a human?
one straightforward answer to this question is that they are demons, and a demon is a type of creature like a human or other animal. personally, the word "ghoul" (more generally) means something undead just by definition. so my knee-jerk reaction is to say yes of course ghouls are undead. but i dont think it makes sense for them to be zombies. if we consider the backstage photos³ to be canon we can assume they eat and sleep and everything (as opposed to, for example, being banished after every show and summoned again at the next one).
then again, what really makes something undead? it sort of ambiguously means alive but not alive, or more specifically dead but corporeal and animate. but i think that second definition is a little too restrictive because its a hard line to draw. you have to consider also what it means for something to be alive, which is debatable as well.
anyway, i think of ghouls as being mechanically alive (beating heart and everything) but their "souls" are not alive, which would fundamentally be undead. i also think being something that was never a baby is an undead concept also. so overall i think they are undead but in a way thats indistinguishable from normal life (yes, projecting⁴ again).
if you havent seen it, enjoy
i found these explanations of declarative (semantic, episodic) and non-declarative memory in the context of amnesia helpful
e.g. on slide 4 of this post
i have some personal death experience (according to me only)
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Headcanons for The Gman under the cut since it's not story enough for my AO3 but way too weird for my main blog
Half Life
•Uses he/him pronouns.
•Cold-blooded
•Completely blind in human terms. He navigates through infrared detection using pit organs in his mouth. His non-human form doesnt have eyes and the pit organs are external. This explains why he is never quite looking at you in HL:A and why his eyes never seem right in the other entries. He just doesn't have the need to focus them. This might also explain why he sounds out of breath so often, as inhaling through his mouth would give him a better sense on where someone/something is than his nostrils. He would have a pretty clear idea where Gordon or Alyx were at all times due to the fact that Gordon's a walking microwave and Alyx is probably irradiated. In terms of living by himself in human society he would probably need extra assistance via a cane/braille/etc
•His eyes aren't useless, though. He uses them to get into humans' minds for hypnosis, illusions and various manipulative purposes.
•Probably also has a sense of electroreception considering the fact his species are all cold-blooded, they'd have to be able to see each other without body temperature. Maybe they can communicate where they are verbally/telepathically
•His true form cannot be perceived by most Earth species. Because of this he can shapeshift alongside his mind manipulatory stuff
•His way of speaking could also be chalked down to the infrared/heat pits mentioned above. However its more likely that he just isn't used to vocalizing like that
•Doesn't understand the concept of human sexualities he actually couldn't care less (he's pan)
•Had trouble acclimating to the pressure and air composition on Earth, and still gets sick from long or repeated visits.
•He can manipulate light to some degree
•Doesn't have to eat as often as the average human, but needs more protein intake than such a diet would allow. His species are purely carnivorous
•Zero sleep schedule. He just sleeps when he gets tired. Probably sleeps a stupid amount like a cat
•Actually really baby crazy, be the baby human or whatever alien Gman is. He hasn't had any of his own so he often helps his kind watch over new litters whenever they arrive
•I'm not getting into anything nsfw that's AO3's job
•He has the outward appearance of a human but still has the innards of whatever alien he is
•He made Gordon listen to Talking Heads for 20 years in stasis no I will not elaborate
Hlvrai
•Uses they/them pronouns.
•The reason Tommy says he's an orphan is because Gman never officially adopted him. Gman found Tommy as a child, abandoned. They had just begun infiltrating the human race so they had no clue what adoption papers were. They thought you could just claim children as your own if they didn't have parents. That's how it would work logically. Somehow this didn't hinder Tommy from going to school or college. Tommy calls Gman his dad but doesn't actually recognize them as a parental figure because it was never officialized and Tommy is very serious about policies (My more serious HC on why Tommy says he's an orphan is because he didn't want to freak Gordon out by telling him his dad is some omnipotent eldritch alien, or Tommy legitimately didn't know about them)
•They are more integrated into human society and understands sexuality. They identify as bi with a male leaning.
•Didn't have an official last name before Tommy showed up so they let Tommy choose it. They answer to any name that'd vaguely fit a middle-aged man (Garry, Greg, Jim, etc) because they don't have one in an Earth language
•I've drawn this one but I'll mention it again. Gman (and by extension Tommy, if they're blood related) subsists off of glucose alone, like a hummingbird. That's why Tommy says he sees faster after he drinks soda
•Benrey is partially the same species of alien that Gman is but his geneology is mixed with other sentient aliens (from Zen specifically)
•Gman was highly involved with Bubby's creation, often coming in to see how things were coming along (and was tasked with disposing of the failed prototypes)
•Gman got along well with Coomer and Bubby before ResCas
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i know im asking so many questions so rapidly i m so sorry
HOWEVER.
i must ask.
if michael doesnt need to eat that does lead way to a really interesting question of--what would the digestive, or really just in general, anatomical figures of michael, gabriel, etc. be?
is it a direct copy of the human system or not? bc i dont think they would necessarily need a pumping heart or working brain but at the same time it could be entirely possible theyve evolved/been made so that its a copy so that theyre 'closer to man' but still have the whole being in heaven thing
additionally there are so many human things we have that angels might not really need like the appendix (generally associated w holding antibodies) or tonsils (immune system) bc can angels even get sick?? but if they can then what can they get sick with? there would probably have to be some special form of parasite or bacteria or fungus or anything like that
also this creates the question of can angels get sick w human viruses because their body might not be familiar with it? like polio or worms in the brain. additionally though this would have to rely on the concept that angels can still get sick. for worms in the brain (neurocysterocytosis, right??) the angel would still need a brain and a valid way for the parasite to get TO the brain. for like necrotiizing fasitiitis (hope im spelling THAT right) the angel would still need to be able to have a valid means of infection and also something would have to be present long enough to like. eat the flesh and meat and stuff
this is so long and im writing this in one solid go w/o looking up how to spell stuff. also im like. the anon for the last two asks you answered am i an anon now
also. what does a pizzelle taste like bc ive never had one BUT THEY LOOK SO GOOD
this is all based on the way I view angels
so, i dont know how to classify my angels, but i do like imagining that the lower angels, (angels, archangels, principalities, powers, virtues, dominions) are very close to humanity, resembling them almost entirely, but winged, especially the 1st three.
Michael, in my version, he has a heart, blood vessels, and blood, but his is a gold instead of humanity's red. He has genitalia, but instead of it being a fixed thing, he can choose what he wants, most of the time he prefers having male genitalia. He does not need to breathe or eat or drink or remove bodily waste. He doesn't need to sleep either, he does that for fun. When he eats, he does it for fun, and for the taste of it. It all gets absorbed into him once its inside. He doesn't have lungs, but he moves his chest and breathes as if he does. He doesn't need lungs or the larynx to speak it just happens.
Now whats inside of him if he doesnt have a majority of a human's organs? well, I imagine he does have muscles and bones, I like imagining him as being full of light, heavenly light when you get deep enough inside of him. His core is light. Cut him deep enough, his light gets out.
Michael can give himself organs if he wants to, for example if he wanted to say, get pregnant, he'll give himself female genitalia and a womb for it, and with his body he can will himself to have a child (but, similar to humans: it has to be sexual intercourse with another being, he can't just pop them out asexually kddfhfg)
All angels are immune to all human diseases, pathogens, parasites, etc. They cannot get sick.
the highest angels, thrones, cherubim, and seraphim, are a complete different thing i dont even want to think abt rn, but i do like the higher you go, the less human-like.
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