#warning a lot of unnecessary info here
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I fell into the Shen Yun/Fa Lun Gong trap and am so mad at myself for that. Scale me on stupidity and warn your followers, they gotta hear it.
I would not call victims of cults stupid so therefore be free of the scale!! Reasonable and intelligent people are still susceptible to falling into cults, falling for scams, MLMs, etc. If you do not know much about anything related to Falun Gong's beliefs or the stories they tell (cough make up coughcough) through Shen Yun, then it is easy to get reeled in.
It doesn't help that a lot of the English language info that pops up when you Google Falun Gong/Shen Yun is positive, to the point that even the Falun Gong Wikipedia page paints them as a mostly innocuous spiritual group persecuted by the Evil CCP. They really like to play up this angle, by the way, and sadly for many people in the west, they hear the part where they're forbidden by the CPC and think that automatically means Falun Gong is good and everything they say must be true.
Anyway.
Here are some pieces for others to look at if you're interested and haven't seen them yet:
Video sources
if you're an audio/visual person.
Personally I think the papers/articles are more informative and less annoying (The second video is a video essay whose creators I can only describe as "probably spend a lot of time on liberal Twitter" and "clearly learned everything they know about China from Reddit")
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^2020 release date (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzlMQyM8p74) ↳ Includes interviews of both Falun Gong and former Falun Gong figures. If you're like me, the condescending Englishman POV will make you roll your eyes at least once.
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^2021 release date (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzlMQyM8p74) ↳ sort of gives an overview about Falun Gong from an outsider POV, but the narrator uncritically repeats some of the persecution claims made by Falun Gong (esp. the organ harvesting claims, which are most likely not true imo), and by Amnesty International...via Falun Gong advocates. I honestly wouldn't bother to link this video as a source except it seems like one of the bigger ones that show up in a Youtube search, and they do touch on a lot of sources. Their research just seems really shallow and their commentary on the issue is rudimentary to the point of being unnecessary tbh.
Papers/Articles
ExposingTheFalunGong.org (via wayback machine), a website created by the child of former members ↳ This site includes more description of actual belief, which might better inform you on why they are/can be harmful
Stepping Into the Uncanny, Unsettling World of Shen Yun (The New Yorker, 2019)
The Obscure Newspaper Fueling the Far-Right in Europe (The New Republic, 2019) ↳ This is mostly about The Epoch Times, which is a Falun Gong funded newspaper and mouthpiece.
A Burning Faith in the Master: Interpreting the 1.23 Incident (paper hosted by JSTOR, 2018) (Google Drive link if you're out of JSTOR articles this month) ↳ The 1/23 Incident was an incident where multiple Falun Gong practitioners interpreted words by Li Hongzhi (FLG's founder) to mean they should self-immolate at Tiananmen Square
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Idia Shroud x Reader | ~5k words
Warnings: none really??? Idia is self deprecating as usual. Allusions to book 6 lore but no spoilers. I leaned into Idia’s weird hybrid inferiority/superiority complex (he’s frustrating and annoying but that’s my wife). I wrote way more than I intended lmao.
Info: GN Reader with no physical descriptions. slowish burn, potential to be friends to lovers? No resolution in the end, a smattering of angst bc Idia is… well he’s himself. Heavily based on his vignettes, Home Screen idles, etc etc (this is for the detail oriented baddies and by that I mean I have capital A Autism and I’ve been fixated on him for months). I have been very into the idea of Idia making cosplays and props since becoming obsessed w his Halloween card, so uh. Yeah! There’s no mention of what the reader’s costume is, so it can be whoever you want! Only mentions that it’s from a manga so go wild! <3
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When Ortho Shroud suggested that you commission his brother to build a prop for your Halloween costume, you’d agreed enthusiastically. You’d even said something about how sure you were that it would look great- a compliment he’d pass on to his reclusive sibling. After all, Ortho was living(?) proof of Idia’s handiwork, so making a prop would be playing on easy mode. Ortho did neglect to mention that his brother was not taking commissions (and frankly never would if Idia had it his way), but it wouldn’t be that big of an issue, right?
Wrong. The second Idia’s phone pinged with a message from an unknown number, from your unknown number, he was convinced he was going to die.
You were lucky you’d stated your case all in one message- if you’d started with just a greeting and expected small talk he would’ve just preemptively blocked you to avoid your little side quest. Besides, who messaged someone so early in the morning? Another look at his phone through bleary eyes would show that it was actually 6 pm, but nonetheless! He’d just woken up, so it was still far too early for that kind of shameless extrovert behavior. At least your message was pretty concise; Ortho had passed along his number because you wanted to commission him, and you’d offer payment in exchange. As clear as that was, there was still a lot to unpack. Ortho’s intentions to find friends for him were clearly at play here, which would’ve ground his gears more if it all wasn’t so well meaning. But giving someone his number for a cosplay commission? That felt a little excessive! What kind of meet-cute scenario was this? And how on earth did you plan to pay for a custom piece anyway? Not that he would actually make it, of course, but hypothetically. He’d heard through the grapevine (read: Azul’s chattering during board game club meetings) that you had a part time gig at Monstro Lounge, but surely you wouldn’t be spending your limited in-game currency on a cosplay prop. While he thought it would be a stupid decision, he had to respect your dedication.
Hypothetically, of course.
Despite any reluctant interest he had in knowing what costume you were putting together, there was no way he’d actually agree to a commission. Besides, it was probably a lame request anyway. And who cares if you’d probably (definitely) look great in your costume? Certainly not Idia, no sir. And he totally didn’t think about how happy you’d be if he were to accept your commission (which he’d never do, of course), or how you’d look holding a piece of his unquestionably perfect work. No, he wouldn’t lie awake thinking about any of that at all. Thus he decided to ignore your text indefinitely- it’s not like he had his read receipts on or anything. He’d just kick back, work on his own nearly finished costume, and maybe even send a halfhearted “soz, just saw this :/” a day or two before Halloween night. No unnecessary and draining social interactions, and you wouldn’t have to be inevitably disappointed by… well, by him. His craftsmanship was S tier without a doubt, but he had a charisma stat of 4 at most. So he’d just let the message sit there. That would be easier for everyone involved.
Well, that was the plan. But as it turned out, Ortho would have none of it. When he’d caught wind that Idia hadn’t bothered to answer your message a whole day later, he’d immediately bombarded his big brother with endless arguments for your case. It was the usual string of points- that Idia would be happier if he had irl friends (as if), that his general quality of life would improve if he had some positive social interaction (no way!), and so on. At least he was sure Ortho’s logic processors were working as irritatingly well as ever, though Idia found his points far too idealistic. But logos wasn’t the way to go when talking Idia into something he had no interest in doing- it would have to be pathos all the way baby, appealing to what really made him tick. Unfortunately for him, Ortho knew that too.
“I need you to make a friend before you graduate,” he said abruptly, arms crossed like he was prepared for a one shot k.o. “Just one. I’m sorry I gave them your number without permission, but I really think this could be fun. You make the coolest stuff ever, and it’s your favorite holiday, so I thought it was a good opportunity for you to talk to someone.” He was silent for only a moment, as if deciding whether or not to deliver the final blow. “I just need to know my big brother will be okay after graduation. And I’d like to see you have fun every once and a while, you know.”
There it was, the absolute punch in the gut Idia was dreading. “You see me having fun all the time, Ortho. We hang out every day.” It was a weak argument and he knew it.
“Yeah and I love hanging out with you, but that’s different! And I know other people would love hanging out with you, too! You’re the coolest person ever, big bro.”
And how could he ever say no to that?
“What’s the costume anyway?” Idia muttered, pulling his lower lip between sharp teeth.
“I’m not sure. They told me it was someone from a manga they really like! You should ask them about it!” Ortho was absolutely beaming. Something in Idia’s chest ached.
His response to your message was short and simple. He asked what your inspiration would be, and what prop you were looking for. Price could be negotiated, etcetera.
You responded with astounding speed; it made him nauseous. At least you were courteous, though. You gave him a lot of info to say the least- more than he needed considering he was a fan of the same series. Ortho had definitely known that, but that was a complaint for some other time. He had to admit it was a good choice- and the character you had in mind would suit you well (he’d never put that in writing so long as he lived). You sent him all of your inspo pictures- purely from the manga, you explained, as the anime adaptation had changed some of the details and you had a strong preference- as well as any measurements he might need. Idia couldn’t resist pointing out that the anime had made a number of phenomenal aesthetic choices, which did start somewhat of a tangent. Before he knew it, he was caught in a back and forth with you. It was… easy. Way easier than he had expected. When you stopped replying he was even a little disheartened; that is until he realized it was nearly 4 am. It had been that long of a conversation? Something about that made him warm all over. He’d ignore it for the moment.
When you messaged him back the following morning he felt the same rush of… something wash over him. And so a tentative back and forth between you two began. Draft sketches and material concepts on his end, and what felt like endless amounts of praise from you. That’s not to say you never brought any criticism to the table. You were just as fickle as he was, it seemed- and he liked arguing with you. Whether it was about the commission or over some unrelated tangent (which the two of you frequently succumbed to), there was something uniquely fun about debating your shared interests.
Over the week or so leading up to Halloween, your communication persisted outside of his prop updates. You even sent him photos of Grim! It was hard to stomach that he’d hit it off so well with some normie, but if you were sending him cat photos and had some (several) based media takes he’d tolerate that discomfort. Part of him kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. The exchange was transactional- after Ortho delivered the prop to you, there would be no need to keep socializing with him. He couldn’t imagine why you’d want to anyway. Speaking of transactions, the two of you hadn’t decided on a price point. Or rather whenever you’d ask, he pushed the question aside by saying he ‘wasn’t sure yet’. He’d given you a relative range, but no exact number. He felt pathetic, but part of him didn’t even want to charge you for it. It wasn’t like he needed the money anyway, and Ortho had been right about the whole arrangement entertaining him. He couldn’t believe he was going so soft. But it wasn’t entirely his fault! Every time he’d start to work up the nerve to give a number, you’d do something so nice it made his head hurt. Sometimes it was asking questions about his games, or sending him voice messages so you could keep the conversation going when you couldn’t text. You’d even asked to vc once or twice! He’d denied that request, but nonetheless you asked! How was he supposed to follow that up? “Oh haha yeah, it’ll be like half your last paycheck sry lmao”? He’d rather die! He knew what his work was worth (and frankly so did you), but the idea of charging you that amount was a little nauseating. How fucking lame could he get?
And the other shoe did drop eventually, just not in the way he’d expected. It came as a lull in your late night banter, followed by ‘[name] is typing…’ for quite some time. That totally didn’t make him want to puke, no way. The message that followed was as short as it was sweet.
“Hey, so ik it’s not really your scene, but I’m having a Halloween thing at Ramshackle. Idk if I’d call it a party but yk it’s something. I was wondering if you’d want to stop by? If not that’s totally cool!”
Idia stared at that message for a while. Shit. Of course there was no way he’d go, not a chance, but he couldn’t just say that could he? He’d rather be dropped headlong into Tartarus than to go to some gathering of extroverts and npcs when he could be collecting his Halloween login rewards. At the same time, giving you a resounding ‘fuck no’ sounded just as unpleasant. So he just sat there and stared for a while before doing what he did best: he gave some vague, noncommittal answer.
“uhhh idk. I don’t wanna intrude haha. plus i have a raid planned so idk if i could make it sry”.
It seemed like you got what he was trying to say; Idia was beginning to resent just how well you listened to him.
“Totally get it! Just thought I’d ask :)! Send pics of ur costume tho! I wanna see it all put together :D!”
He tossed his phone aside, opting to throw himself face down in his pillow with a resounding groan. Why did you have to be so considerate? You had to have known he’d reject that request, so why even ask? And why did it mean so much to him that you had? His moping was interrupted by Ortho knocking at the door. Idia just grunted in response, turning his head to face him.
“What’s the matter bro?” Ortho hovered in the doorway, glowing eyes keenly focused on Idia’s sprawled figure. At times like this, only illuminated by blue screens and his own artificial fire, he had an uncanny effect that was hard to shake.
Idia peeked at him through his flickering bangs, huffing a little and sending the flames askew. He subsequently realized that they were streaked with a mortifying shade of pink, one that made him want to scream into the pillow all over again. “Nothing, I’m good. What’s up?” It was obviously a lie and he wasn’t helping his case by rolling over to face the wall.
“I wanted to see if you were up for a few pvp rounds before I set up to charge for the night. But what’s going on? My scanners detect no signs of physical injury, but your vitals indicate distress. Do you need medical attention?” Idia didn’t have to turn around to know his ‘brother’ had hovered closer.
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid-,” he planted his face back into the pillow defeatedly. “It’s- [name] invited me to some stupid Halloween thing.” It was muffled, but that didn’t matter. There was no way Ortho wouldn’t hear him, so there was no need to sit up.
“They invited you to a party? That’s awesome! We could go together! I know, you could even give them the prop in person and see their costume completed!”
“I’m not going.”
“What? Why not? You’ve had so much fun talking to them and working on this commission! You should go see them!” Ortho was gearing up for another uphill battle, one Idia was once again going to resist him on.
“Because I don’t want to. You can go, I guess. I mean I’m sure you’re invited. That’s probably why they asked me, right? Because we’re a package deal? You’ll have more fun without me there to weigh you down. And anyway, I don’t wanna be around that many people. It’ll probably be total npc shit anyway.” He fell silent for a moment, the quiet whir of machine fans filling the air in his stead. Ortho didn’t try to interject.
“It’s not like- it’s not like they wanna see me anyway. Maybe my costume, I mean its S tier, but not me. And I can’t even get on a vc with them- I’d be seriously delusional if I thought I could hang out with them irl.”
“Hey, they totally want to see you. I mean, I’m sure they want to see your costume too. But I know they want to see you. If you don’t feel like going that's okay, but I don’t want you to miss out because you think their invitation wasn’t genuine.”
“Why? Like I know we get along fine over chat, and they’ve interacted with my tablet, but what if they see me irl and get all weirded out? ‘Oh, why is he blue all over? What’s with his teeth? Ewww’. I think I’ll pass.” He chewed at his sleeve, nervous over the mere prospect of facing you like that. “Even if they’ve seen me in passing like once, being up close is a whole other level.”
There was another long pause before Ortho spoke again. “They like your hair.”
“What?”
“They told me they like your hair. Like you said, they’ve seen you irl once or twice in passing. Should I play the recording for you?”
Idia felt a little conflicted about that. It felt a little invasive somehow. But a far less conflicted part of him (his massive ego) needed to hear it, and ultimately triumphed. “Yeah, fine. Go ahead.” He curbed his anxious enthusiasm by biting his sleeve even harder.
“Sure thing! Commencing playback.” There was the sudden background noise of hallway chatter, followed by your voice. “I think I saw your brother in the library yesterday. Well, I’m assuming it was him, he looked a lot like you. He’s got great hair, I’ve never seen anything like it. It must’ve taken forever to grow it out that long.”
There was a measured click as the clip came to a stop. “Recording ends. See? They don’t think you look weird. And there’s nothing else in my data logs to indicate that they would.”
“That’s… not exactly reassuring,” Idia muttered, watching as the mess of curls surrounding him flickered to life with the same rosy hues as before. Of course you wouldn’t tell Ortho that you thought he looked weird, that was his brother. But nevertheless, that was technically a compliment. A win was a win right?
“We should go, I think they’d love to see you there in person. We could even go super early to drop off the prop and leave before everyone else gets there,” Ortho chimed in, clearly trying to find some loophole in his brother’s anxiety. “And we can show off our costumes again.” There was another long pause.
“Fine. But just to drop it off.”
The remaining few days passed without incident, aside from Idia’s mounting anxieties (which he was sure would culminate in sudden death). Half dressed for the function, he sat on the edge of his bed and sent you photos of the final product. At the very least he was sure you’d like it- how could you not? He was a master craftsman after all. Your response came back at the typical lightning speed. He doubted he’d ever get used to that.
“Holy shit, it’s perfect??? Thank you so so much, I love it!! <3 did u sign it?”
“no lmao?? y?”
“Bc it’s your work??? And u should be proud of it and put ur name on it ??? Duh??? And bc I want you to ofc.”
Well that was certainly unexpected. He sat there for a minute and mulled it over- what could you possibly gain from him signing it? Did you really just want that, plain and simple? God you were fucking weird. It did feel kind of nice though. Nice enough for a smile to fight its way onto his face as he meandered back to his workstation. What was the harm in indulging that request?
“can do ig. i charge extra for autographs tho, soz. so ik ortho was gonna drop this off, but is it cool if i come? want to make sure it doesn’t need any adjustments etc yk”
Even though it took him a few (fifteen) minutes to type, it came out smoother than he’d expected. He’d consider it a win. Of course the piece didn’t need any adjusting, it was perfect and he knew it, but he had to justify his sudden appearance (mostly to himself).
“You can make it ??? Nice !!! Yeah ofc! Come over whenever :D !!! <3”
Hearts. Were you trying to kill him? And why did your texts read like the logs of a dating sim? Maybe he should lay off the otome games.
Getting fully into costume was a little more complicated than he’d anticipated. Combined with putting the finishing touches on Ortho’s matching specs and engraving an insignia onto your prop, there was no way the Shroud duo would arrive early. In fact, they’d be perfectly punctual (which Idia loathed). Halfway up the driveway to Ramshackle he started digging his heels into the dirt. Even from a distance he could see light streaming through the dingy windows, along with far too many figures crowded on the porch. Part of him wondered how many students such a dilapidated structure could support- he decided to drop that train of thought before he collapsed in your front yard. “Hey- maybe this is a bad idea. Even if they wanna see me-“
But it was too late. Cater was the first to spot the two, and immediately came down the stairs to greet them. Oh great, a boss level extrovert right off the bat? He had to get out of here!
“Hey hey! I didn’t expect to see you two here! Ooh, whatcha got there? And nice costumes! Did you make them yourself?” The redhead had a cup in one hand and his cellphone in the other, his head cocked as he observed the brothers.
Idia’s mouth just sort of stopped working, and the more questions Cater asked the more he wanted to dip out. Luckily Ortho was way better at navigating normie conversations.
“Hi Cater Diamond! [Name] invited us! And yes my brother made our costumes, aren’t they so cool? We’re kind of in a hurry though, we have the last piece of [Name]’s costume! Once we get it to them, we’ll have more time to talk.” He started to move past Cater, who was now more than ready to usher them through the throng of people in the foyer. Idia followed behind in amazement. Having Ortho around was such an op move.
“Oh nice! They should still be upstairs. Once they’re all set the three of you should come back down so I can snap your pics, ‘kay? You guys really went all out!” Cater slipped away easily before either brother could refuse his invitation. Well, Idia would just have to make sure the coast was clear when he decided to make his escape. The two made their way up the rickety staircase (seriously, how was this place still standing?) and onto the landing above. Your bedroom door was open so at the very least you were easy to locate. Before Idia would go any further he slipped on the pumpkin helmet, properly obscuring his face. That felt a little better- maybe he’d actually be able to look at you.
He lingered behind Ortho as if it would block him from your view (despite being much taller than the android model), knocking at the door frame twice. “Uh… hey. Can we come in?”
You looked up from your phone with a start, eyes widening as you took them in. “Idia? Wait, holy shit, you guys look sick.” You were fully in costume- had you been waiting for them? The way you said his name nearly made him keel over right then and there. “Like I knew they would be cool, but this is insane.” Your gaze flickered to the prop in his hands. “And that’s for me? Dude, it’s perfect. Seriously, thank you so much. I’m so glad you came.”
Idia didn’t process half of it, including you taking the prop from his grasp. You looked so good he felt lightheaded. Forget talking to you, now he was worried about remaining upright. “You- uh- yeah. You too,” he stammered weakly. You too? That didn’t make any sense! “I mean- I mean you look cool. And yeah this is for you.” Breathing in the helmet was a bit of a challenge and he couldn’t recall a time his throat had ever been drier. Ortho made no effort to intervene either- he was just watching, practically on standby mode as his brother made a fool of himself. Great. So much for his op cheat code.
He decided that looking anywhere but at you was his best option, his eyes scanning along the walls of your bedroom. It did look liveable, he’d give you that much. You even had a small shelf with a decently sized manga collection- considering how long you’d been there and the wages Monstro paid, he was kind of impressed. It was cute (you were cute). Your voice snapped him back out of his meditative scanning.
“Sorry there are so many people. I would’ve given you a heads up, but I had no idea it would be this crazy. People just started posting about it and,” you sighed. “So now like half the school is in my condemned house. Happy Halloween I guess? Deuce and Jack got a few of the other first years to preemptively agree to help with post party cleanup, so that’s nice.” You were still looking at him intently; Idia had to remind himself that you were checking out his costume and not him, of course. Unfortunately that didn’t stop the ends of his hair from flickering a dull but obvious pink. He knew it caught your attention, but you didn’t mention it. Instead you opted to change the subject entirely. By the Seven, how were you so good at this? “Anyway, I wanna hear all about your costumes. I got bits and pieces over messages but give me the rundown!”
Now that he could do.
Infodumping was an art form, and boy had Idia Shroud mastered it. From the materials he used to the classic inspo, he was more than happy to tell you all about his creations. It took him a little warming up, but he was quickly in full swing. Down to the sound effect rigging, he gave you a thorough explanation of his work. You seemed particularly delighted in how he and Ortho’s costumes were a matching pair, and of course that opened the floor for him to explain the intricacies of making new specs for his brother. In his excited haste, he’d even taken off the helmet to show you its interior. He didn’t notice for quite a while, nor did you make any mention of it. You just watched him, smiling and nodding attentively. By the time he picked up on just how greatly his range of vision had improved, it was far too late. With his peripheral unblocked he also realized that Ortho was gone. A wave of panic washed over him as he reassessed his surroundings. It was just the two of you, standing beyond the threshold of your bedroom, alone. How long had he been talking? And why were you looking at him with those big, starry eyes? He tried to tell you to stop staring, but no sound came out. Once again, Idia was convinced he was going to die.
You definitely caught onto his nervous demeanor- he wished you’d stop doing that. “Hey, so how much do I owe you?” You asked, your voice gentler than he’d realistically want it to be. Why were you being so nice to him? You had the prop already, so just kick him out! There was a whole party going on downstairs, yet here you were spending god only knows how long alone with him! Wasn’t that depressing?
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a hard ask, and only noobs care about production costs,” he muttered, his tone not entirely unkind but thoroughly dismissive nonetheless.
“Oh- are you sure? Idia, it’s really beautifully done. Even if it wasn’t hard to do, you still took the time to do it. I owe you something.”
“I could make another one in my sleep. Just take it,” he was planning his escape, but could see no easy way out besides just turning tail and running. “Sorry for uh- well, for keeping you up here for so long. You’ve got a party to get to.”
“I’ll take it if you’re sure. Thank you, seriously. And don’t apologize, I like talking to you. I know this really isn’t your scene, so I really appreciate you coming out tonight.” The way you looked at him had him itching to put the helmet back on in record time. Your next words would foil even that half baked plan and freeze him in place. “If you wanted, maybe you could come over and hang out sometime? It’s not normally this crowded, it’s usually just Grim and I. You’re welcome here whenever, and so is Ortho.”
Every turn of phrase felt like you were whittling a hole in his brain, which made it increasingly difficult to think straight. What angle were you trying to work here? Was it just to embarrass him? He couldn’t think of a single thing you could gain from befriending him, which frankly made your kindness even more concerning. You had him one friendly gesture away from counting five things he could see, four things he could touch, and so on in the middle of the function. “I’m gonna go find Ortho,” he stated, abruptly turning on his heel. Now was not the time to go nonverbal, but that was steadily where he was headed. And he’d been doing so well! He’d talked to you irl, face to face! You hadn’t even seemed grossed out- if anything it felt like the opposite (which he would ignore). But of course his brain had to catch up and ruin everything. No, he had to ruin everything, just like always. This fucking sucked. The pumpkin helmet was back on, and he wasn’t showing his face until he was safely back at Ignihyde.
“Oh! Yeah, of course. I’ll walk down with you.” You wasted no time following after him, still holding your new prop. The trip down the main staircase was a silent one, but the raucous sounds of the party below more than made up for it. You didn’t push him to speak, which he was begrudgingly grateful for.
It was no surprise that your arrival from upstairs with Idia in tow drew a little attention. Cater even snapped a photo, saying something about how “cammable” you two looked (Idia didn’t have the strength to wonder where that photo would end up). You handled your entrance to the gathering like a pro, deflecting all the attention away from him with a small smile. He really couldn’t decide whether or not he hated how considerate you were, but that would be a viable train of thought once he was safely in his own bedroom. As he slipped away to find Ortho, he heard you discussing your costume with those gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Working up the nerve to risk a look back, he saw you proudly showing off the piece he’d made for you. The way you were so eager to credit him for it was debilitating.
Part of him wondered what would happen if he walked back over and joined the crowd. He knew he didn’t belong there, of course, but hypothetically. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it would be like to stand there by your side for just a little longer, to even let people photograph the two of you together. You hadn’t seemed to mind it a moment before. But maybe you were just being nice. You were always so nice. Regardless these were only hypotheticals, and he was bound to ruin your time if he stayed any longer. He’d be doing you a favor by leaving, right?
Right. With one last look at you, he resolved to find Ortho and get the hell out while he could, for your sake and his own.
Maybe next year, then.
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Soz for not posting for a while (and this late as hell Halloween fic eek!), I obliterated my ankle about a week ago and have just been taking time to recover (that is a lie I’ve had to go to work every day on it but I digress!!!)
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Pecattiphilia— Part 6 | PJM
Pecattiphilia is the sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin.
✽ Pairing: Jimin x Reader
✽ Genre: Angel Au, angst, fluff, smut (yep, we’re here now!), this is a slow burn (kinda?)!
✽ Rated: M for Mine
✽ Series Warnings: This series will include discussion of religious aspects such as the afterlife and concepts of heaven and hell (There are no direct ties to any specific religion besides the mention of angels and demons— all aspects of religion was created by me for this series), this series includes a lot of violence (sometimes graphic depictions) and gore (nothing extreme, Jimin and the boys fight monsters sometimes), and mentions of sin (particularly revolving around sexual topics)
✽ Chapter Specific Warnings: jealous Mimi, Mimi’s going through a bit of a crisis, drama!, smutty elements– making out, grinding, etc~ green flag chapter!
✽ Word Count: 12.5k
✽ Summary: Jimin is sent to watch over you and as the years go by he gets more and more curious and sometimes just wishes he could get to know you. But he knows that’s forbidden, it's sin. However, a freak accident somehow causes Jimin and your eyes to meet for the first time with purpose. He knows it shouldn’t happen but he doesn’t want to break away. He wants you to look at him, wants you to touch him, wants you to be with him. The problem is none of this should have happened in the first place… what’s happening to him?
✽ Now Playing…: We Go Down Together by Dove Cameron & Khalid, The Girl is Mine by Michael Jackson (with Paul McCartney), ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz— visit the masterlist for the full playlist!
✽ Author’s Note: Eeee already, the two parts I hoped to get done this year! Now I also hope to post part 7 this year! It’s already started and I have it all planned out and should be a shorter chapter than these last two~ I’ll let you know more info later on in the year, but hopefully it comes out soon because I hate to have a big gap from where this leaves off 😭 Hope to be back soon guys AND hopefully I’ll finally make the Spotify Playlist before the next part comes out! Also if you see any mistakes this was a tiny bit rushed so I will be coming back and fixing whatever I missed! Anyway, enjoy~
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Human vs Angel.
It was a battle that relentlessly raged on with an alarming ferocity in his mind. The damage at this point was catastrophic, no clear winner, only bloodshed and more to come on the horizon.
Human or Angel? Who was he?
It’s not like Jimin or any P2 angel could remember what their experience was like as a human, yet they still weren’t seen as entirely angels either.
That’s because they weren’t.
They still had wants, desires, cravings, needs, and they even maintained the vessel that once contained their souls. Their souls were long gone, now replaced with the angelic light that gave them the power to fight against sin, but that still wasn’t enough. Something that forever confused Jimin was why they still bleed— all higher up angels didn’t bleed, why did they need to? It was messy, unnecessary, red, too human for exalted beings like them.
From the very moment they opened their eyes there was this immediate barrier preventing them from being like the other higher up angels. They sometimes certainly didn’t see them as such— they were impure, sinful, depraved, degenerative creatures who would be better off joining the cycle then working with them.
It was a bit of a shock at first hearing this when their team was first allowed to wander through the winding halls of H.E.A.V.E.N. Celine and Atara had tried to warn them of the higher up angels, yet during their lessons it was hard not to admire them.
Their capabilities were beyond anything they could ever do and they had every right to have the very air they flew through worshiped. Maybe that was why Jimin and the rest of his team were a little too optimistic when Celine and Atara gave them the tour and some would pass by.
They heard the comments— Taehyung had even tried to go up to one in his excitement and was immediately met with the repercussions he deserved.
This first encounter was all it took for their team to want to put as much distance as they could from their human past— a past they couldn’t remember, but resented because they truly took the higher ups' words to heart.
And that proved to be successful.
Their numbers topped many of the leaderboards, the less human they were the better they did— the more they truly helped the goal of maintaining the balance of the universe.
However no matter how well they did they would never be truly an angel. To be so pure and in control to the point where weapons weren’t necessary, a single glance at a sinful creature was enough to vanquish the being from existence.
Namjoon was rare in the sense he was one of the few P2 angels that had gotten the chance to experience something similar. However he still needed the bandages wrapped tightly around his hands to prevent him accidentally blasting a hole through spacetime, doing far more damage than just demon blood on his hands.
He was respected a little more than the rest, but there was always this wall that even he could never cross.
Not entirely human yet they certainly weren’t people. No one could remember what it was like to have a soul anymore.
They were too “human” to be an angel but too powerful and glacial to have that same passion that humans live with.
It was confusing and while Jimin never truly felt like a real angel the gap felt even wider when he was around you. The reason was simple, Jimin would never be able to feel as much as a human could. He was and forever would be detached from the human experience.
That much was just a fact.
He would be called emotionless in comparison, a husk of the vibrant soul that once inhabited this vessel, built solely for the purpose of vanquishing sin from this world. All emotions besides the blissful sensation of purifying his enemies was practically reduced to nothing.
That was how it was supposed to be at least.
With each day you’ve been in his life, it was like a distant memory was returning to him. Never clear enough to fully remember, but the warmth that bathed him whenever he was in your presence was oddly familiar. You’ve given him the opportunity to feel more than he thought he was capable of anymore.
It was a little confusing to navigate through, but you were there to ground him and despite his growing concerns at least he was here with you.
With you this beautiful orchestra of emotions would sing anytime he’d just gaze upon your beauty. You were honestly beyond words, your enchanting presence was enough to rival the angels he worked with. It was mind boggling that you were human.
But as much as Jimin just wanted to ignore the obvious, that more sensible half made sure he never forgot.
He couldn’t even if he wanted to, but that created this strange fire that burned brighter, hotter, and more violent with each and every one of your meetings.
The emotion that seemed to dominate his mind anytime he was with you these days was this searing, unexplainable antipathy— or better put— the closest thing he could experience to it.
Jimin hated you with every fiber of his being and you were completely unaware.
It was obvious as the weeks passed by he needed to talk to you. He honestly had no right to hate you, the issues being completely unestablished to you and there was no way you could have known, but that didn’t matter. Jimin still found this confusing flame growing hotter and hotter and it just got worse each time you’d meet in your dreams.
You didn’t do anything wrong, you still thought he didn’t even exist so of course you would never think anything of it.
You were more so caught in the crossfire of his frustration with himself. He thought he was stronger, but time and time again you proved to be the one human who could bring a superior being like himself down to his knees. It was always so easy for you, you weren’t even aware you were doing it.
Jimin’s tried so hard to make this work.
He saw you every night and he’d always try to plan these elaborate dates to distract his troubled mind. They worked most of the time and proved to be fun just having you by his side. But that didn't completely stop the days you’d stay and relax underneath the big tree you first met under, which was oftentime a request made by you to just talk and admire the clouds passing overhead, but Jimin tried his best to avoid dates that were so casual because they usually never ended well anymore…
Were things different now because you were together? He didn’t know what changed but instead of the tranquil moments where you’d gaze upon the setting sun, Jimin practically had his tongue down your throat every time he’d see you.
One minute you were discussing the most obscene thing ever, mole science it happened to be that time. You had sat up so you could be closer to his face while you examined every dot across his skin and attached this arbitrary symbolic meaning behind their placements. It honestly didn’t make any sense to him, but you were so pretty and cute as you gently poked the dots and explained what each and every one meant.
You must have noticed he was confused because suddenly after you explained what the one on his cheek meant, you leaned down and kissed it. He was left giggling like a schoolgirl when you pulled away, the tingles, butterflies, he just felt so whole in that moment. The cute instance was short lived because the next one you went for just so happened to be on his neck (something that may or may not was on purpose), in a spot he quickly learned was so fucking sensitive the minute your lips met his skin.
He couldn’t even describe what came over him. It was this rush that flowed through his body to pull you close because how were you real and how were you his? You both had been laying on the picnic blanket but suddenly you were on your back staring up at him with those eyes he couldn’t help but get lost in.
All he wanted to do was kiss you, he felt like he had to in the moment, but once your lips were on his the harder it became to pull away. How could he?
The way you made him feel was so complicated, he honestly didn't have words but this fuzzy feeling mixed with just this innate, carnal desire he knew was a vestigial emotion from when he was still human. It was overwhelming almost, the need to have you, to claim you.
It proved to be one of the most revolving yet exhilarating experiences everytime that rush would hit. Your touch, your lips, your body, he just couldn’t get enough.
And each time it was getting harder to stop, to remember it was sin and that promise he made to his team that he absolutely couldn't, under any circumstances, break.
It was so pathetic, he was horrified every time he’d come out of your mind and back to the reality he faces.
What was he doing?
This road was a path filled with sin and he was still choosing to go down it?
What was wrong with him?!
Jimin wanted to have more faith in himself, that this was just the ‘honeymoon’ phase of your relationship and things would settle down eventually, but as the weeks passed it was just getting harder and harder to stop himself.
As much as he loved to pull you close anytime you were near, it was impossible to deny he wanted you closer. He wanted to feel you, touch you, love you in a way he knew how to.
You’d manage to stir awake a beast that had laid dormant for eons and Jimin didn’t know what to do.
The more logical side was saying as much as he loved being with you, this wasn’t healthy and he should stop now before things get any worse. Yet every night, he was back with you.
He couldn’t leave and he didn’t want to either.
Every time you’d fall asleep and that smile on your face when you’d finally notice him, he never wanted to stop seeing that.
It was almost hard to forget the times you’d gaze right through him, never once being aware of his presence. How could he go back to being nothing to you?
You were his and he was yours. He’d find a way to overcome this, if it’s the last thing he does.
That doesn’t mean it hasn’t been hard.
You made things hard.
You and your filthy mind.
You’d think about him all day, it would catch him off guard every time when he would watch over you at your job and you’d be so innocently sitting at your desk, like you weren’t thinking about the night before, in a scenario where you never woke up.
Your thoughts, painfully loud as you shifted in your seat. That date where you both rode on the backs of unicorns, you pictured his physique as you clung onto him that night as you and the herd rode into the sunset. It would just get worse, so much worse as you thought about when you both ended the ride, how he held you in his arms.
You wanted him to take you right then and there. It played so vividly in your mind, just like the countless other sinful fantasies that bounced around in your head all day. And he knew exactly how hot they would make you feel, the special bond you have making it all so clear what you wanted.
It was torture.
Jimin was forced to sit there and he couldn’t do anything about it. He’d even considered on a couple of occasions, merging down to the normal plane just to beg you to take pity on him.
Jimin hated you for it, it was pathetic.
You never realized it was Jimin’s doing, you always would curse to yourself whenever things got too hot and then you woke up in your apartment once more. You simply thought you got yourself too excited and would wake up as a result every single time.
In actuality it was the most speedy way to stop himself from going any further than he has.
He’s tried so hard not to go beyond kissing, so hard, and it was so pathetic that he wanted more every time. Every single time.
One day you had asked Jimin to take you back to the diner because you were craving their breakfast. The date had gone similar to the first time he took you, Laura served you a mountainous amount of food as you chatted about anything that came to mind. You were a little braver this time in getting up to explore the diner, wanting to see the extent your mind came up with the smallest details.
You went over to the jukebox they had sitting in the corner and bet that nothing would play because none of the songs were ones you recognized. Low and behold the random song you picked ended up overcoming the murmur of the other customers at the diner.
You were stunned but that officially meant you lost the bet. Jimin knew you would, but his wish was simple. He just wanted you to dance with him.
He laughed at your defeat but didn’t hesitate in pulling you close as you both began to sway to the soft strums of the guitar and drum of “My Girl,” one of his favorites from when he visited the time period. The moment had been a chance to have you in his arms, the others in the diner disappearing as you both just enjoyed the moment.
It was perfect, you were perfect. A warm feeling spread in his chest as he held you, that Jimin used his hand to make you look up at him so he could just kiss you.
It should have been a perfect, sweet moment— it was all up until your filthy mind was back and he knew you wanted more. The warm, sweet feeling turned into something darker almost instantaneously.
At this point he had it.
Jimin knew you were confused when suddenly you were pinned up against the counter a couple had been eating ice cream at only moments prior.
If things had gone your way he would have taken you right then and there. He would have had your dress bunched around your waist and fucked you so maybe then you would learn to behave.
And he nearly did, he nearly took you right against that counter. His hand on your waist had been shaking because just a thin piece of fabric was in the way of having you like he wanted. And your mind… you just made things worse.
That’s how every meeting would go between you these days. It was horrible and it was all because of you.
If you hadn’t done this to him he wouldn’t be in this position.
If you just listened to me you wouldn’t be in this position.
If he wasn’t so weak he wouldn’t be in this position.
But at the end of the day, he made his choice, and he continued to make the same one every night when he visited you.
No one was forcing him to continue this. You still thought he was just a dream, you would eventually forget about him and things could go back to the way they should be.
You were innocent in all of this, yet this fiery heated emotion was constantly directed towards you. He hated it, he hated all of these new emotions. As beautiful as the orchestra was, all of them felt strange, unnatural, dangerous even.
Jimin shouldn’t be feeling anything. He should be the soldier he was trained to be, obedient and with only one thing in mind— maintaining the balance and continuing the cycle of life in the universe.
A new emotion manifested all on its own as a result.
A gray cloud of gloom would storm, thunder, and pour continuously over his head when he watched over you throughout the day. Jimin couldn’t control it, and that just made things more confusing.
Was it sadness, depression, maybe some watered down version of it? What if it was something else entirely?
As happy as he was to be with you, it wasn’t right, nothing was right anymore.
Jimin had disobeyed the commands of his leader and now he was struggling to keep the one promise that his team had made with each other and had maintained for eons.
Jimin wanted the solution to just be that he had to stay in line, but that line kept being moved and manipulated. He just knew things would only get worse.
Was this what happiness was meant to feel like? All the humans he looked after, was it always this confusing for them? This pain that just didn’t make any sense— no end, no beginning, no wound, no blood, he could never place it… it just hurt all over.
Was this what he wanted when he decided to be with you?
He was happy, he was sad too, he was angry, he hated you, he hated himself more. It was all too much and Jimin felt like a hurricane was whishing and whirling around in his head— his mind was a horrible, tumultuous storm and maybe if he was human he would understand how to navigate this.
If he was human the problems he faced wouldn’t exist, he could be with you no consequences whatsoever. But at least if he was human he would be used to these strange feelings.
Maybe the answer would be clearer.
But every night Jimin came back to you and he never wanted to stop, because through the storm you were his beacon, his lighthouse, his safety, his refuge.
You were the only thing that made sense anymore and he just wanted to be with you, even if it was from far away it was still something.
Jimin hoped it would have stayed that way, he wasn’t entirely content but he respected the boundaries your relationship needed to have.
It was fine, and everything would have continued to be fine if he didn’t exist.
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You were enjoying your lunch break that day by yourself. Your friend Mina had been at home sick so you were eating your tteokbokki alone and mindlessly scrolling through your phone to occupy your time.
You weren’t truly alone though, you never were.
The cafeteria was minimalistic— the white, sleek, modern walls and tables, contrasted nicely with the bright chairs and accents throughout the room. It was a style something your office loved as they were a fan of bright colors, that being evident even in the office space.
Jimin sat with you at the table in the blue chair and you were in the red one right across from him.
You were completely unaware of his existence or all the rain that flooded the cafeteria as the cloud above his head continued to storm. Jimin was soaked but he’s grown used to it at this point.
He felt numb, but sitting here with you was nice.
Maybe in some other world you both might have been coworkers, a secret romance that blossomed between you two that eventually you couldn’t keep a secret any longer. The storm wasn’t overhead instead you both were sharing a meal together as everyone around you sighed at how single they were.
They were jealous and you would always laugh because you both really were lucky.
He couldn’t help but wonder sometimes, if you met while he was human would you have liked him? What if the only reason why you said yes was because you thought he was a figment of your imagination, your desires making you look past the glaring fact you didn’t find him dateworthy if it were real life?
Would Jimin have been a nice human? One your eyes would have been instantly drawn too? Would he have been charismatic, would he have you laughing with each and every joke he told?
He was human once, surely out of all the lives he lived at some point there was one that would make you fall for him.
But here right now? The Jimin you would have met, would you like him?
Jimin’s thoughts were interrupted when he noticed you turn toward the sound of the clicking of shoes against the tiled floor— ultimately looking at the guy who was walking over to your table.
Name: Pyeon Jin-Sang
Age: 28
Occupation: Lead Financial Officer at Divine Pharmaceuticals
He was a fellow coworker and you both had spoken on a couple of occasions. It was mainly about work, you both didn’t see each other much working in different departments.
It was why you were a little shocked to see him coming over to you.
Jimin instantly felt his blood run cold because he knew what he wanted.
“Hey Y/n…!” He was a little awkward, maybe nervous, but he was still cheerful as he took a seat at the green chair in between you two.
Jimin didn’t like him.
“Hi!” You smiled back as pleasantly as you could considering your mouth was full of tteokbokki.
“How have you been?”
“Ummm….” You were definitely confused, you normally didn’t have these casual conversations like this.
“I’ve been ok I guess, things have been a little busy in marketing, but I’m making it.” You were wondering if this was about work or something along those lines.
“I heard things were busy over there. You’re doing ok, right?” Jin-Sang seemed genuinely concerned.
You nodded. “I’m fine, but I think it was a little too much for Mina— she got a pretty high fever after staying late the other day.”
“Is that why she’s not here today?” Jin-Sang asked, looking around.
You nodded once again, taking another bite of your tteokbokki.
“Mmm well, you take care of yourself, alright? Seeing you around the office always puts a smile on my face.” He cheesed, cheeks dusting pink in the process.
You only halfway picked up on the flirting attempt— noticing it, but choosing to ignore it because no way was Jin-Sang trying to flirt with you.
Your face flushed nonetheless.
The conversation grew more natural with the uncomfortable icebreaker out the way.
You both talked a little more about seemingly anything and everything that came to mind, a little work, but you mainly focused on the personal details that you both just never seemed to discuss before.
He was a nice guy and a lot more interesting than you would have guessed from your brief interactions in the past. You laughed as he told you about the time he and his friends went kayaking down the rapids in Australia and how they nearly went down a waterfall after they made a wrong turn.
Jin-Sang was exciting, nice, and really funny.
The more you talked the more you picked up on his shy attempt at flirting with you. It was cute, he was cute.
He wore a suit that nicely fitted his frame, his sharp eyes would crinkle up anytime he’d smile at you, his dark hair neatly styled with a sharp undercut on display, but his cute round glasses and soft pink cheeks just made him look like a teddy bear.
There was no denying it, he was handsome.
You both talked for pretty much your entire lunch break and it was just as you were about to leave when he finally asked you the question.
“Uh… Y/n.” Jin-Sang called out to you as you started getting up. His voice wavered slightly and he quickly started playing with hands.
“You probably already know I didn’t just come over here to talk about my Australia trip or the logistics of blue cheese…”
It had been a strange conversation looking back on it now.
Jin-Sang paused and looked around like he was trying to find the right words.
“Alright, fuck it. I meant what I said in the fact I look forward to seeing you everyday, and even though we only talk on rare occasions, I really want to get to know you more.” Jin-Sang paused once again to gauge your reaction and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face growing even wider when he noticed yours.
“Uhhh…” He giggled as he scratched his head.
“Sorry you’re really pretty…” He tried to laugh it off, but you heard it and you couldn’t deny the butterflies you felt at the compliment.
“I really came over to ask if you wouldn’t mind hanging out with me outside of work.” He smiled at you.
Oh that smile could kill someone.
“Like a date?” You asked, a giddy feeling spreading in your chest.
“Yeah, a date.” You noticed his smile grow wider at your mention of it.
This should have been easy. Obviously there was enough chemistry here that trying things out would be worth it in your opinion. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask him for the time and place and tell him you’d be there.
Maybe things would make a little sense if the only reason for your hesitation was your concern of pursuing a workplace relationship. Those can get messy and there should be a little caution before being ready to take that short of risk. But that’s not why you hesitated.
As much as you enjoyed Jin-Sang’s company, a certain angel that made his way into your head every night was what ultimately stopped you in your tracks. What you actually were about to say, was that while he was a nice guy, you had a boyfriend already.
But that just served as a reminder that Jimin was nothing more than a figment of your imagination. As much fun as you were having with Jimin, at the end of the day, he was just someone who lived in your head.
And maybe this was a sign. You thought you had sworn off relationships for a while, but Jin-Sang was nice and a date or two wouldn’t do any harm. If things worked out then that’s great, but if they didn’t then so be it.
Jin-Sang noticed the way your smile started to drop as the proposition lingered in the air.
“Uh— you don’t have to respond right away! This was pretty sudden so I can give you some time to think!” He panicked and you instantly felt bad. This wasn’t fair.
“Oh yeah… um— can I have your number so we can talk?” You asked and he was quick to give you the digits before you could even open up your contacts list.
It was cute.
He gave you a slightly awkward goodbye as he made his way back over to his table of friends who had been eying you both intently since he walked over here.
As soon as he was gone, the guilt you felt nearly overflowed. To make matters worse you didn’t know who you felt more bad for, the fact you didn’t give Jin-Sang an immediate answer because of a figment of your imagination or… did you feel bad for what you might be about to do to Jimin?
It was crazy right?
Maybe you might have been, but you didn’t know that the Jimin that had stopped you, wasn’t in your head but sitting across from you.
From where he sat the storm that had poured over his head had filled the entire room, lightning flashed, and thunder crashed, as the wind blew everything around.
Jimin could hardly see you anymore, the rage he felt burning from within making a hollow gaze settle onto his blue eyes.
He didn’t scream, he didn’t yell, none of that would have done anything anyway.
Instead he let the embers burn, catching ablaze faster and faster and faster. It was a new emotion— it wasn’t rage, hatred, or anything in between but he knew it came from a place he didn’t like.
His confusion didn’t help but the storm raged on anyway and by the seconds grew even more powerful somehow. He couldn’t think straight, only one thought seemed to pierce through the storm.
You were his.
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Jin-Sang texted you by the time you made it home for you to tell Mina he hoped she felt better soon and also invited you out for coffee or ‘your preferred drink of choice’ on Saturday. Apparently this new cafe had opened up and everyone was talking about it. You wanted to text him back and tell him you were down and you were excited for Saturday, but it was like this little nagging voice in your head anytime you tried to type anything out would stop you.
Jimin.
It was stupid, incredibly stupid.
You knew Jimin only existed in your head, but sometimes it was so easy to forget that. Jimin was unlike any other person who’s made their way into your dreams, especially as someone you never met before, he felt very… real.
Maybe it was because of how vivid they always were, but Jimin felt like a real person. He had likes and dislikes that didn’t match your own, he had stories to tell you that you don’t remember, and something about the way he’d look into your eyes.
It felt real, too real that you often wondered if you had actually lost your mind.
Maybe you had and Jin-Sang was a sign you needed to wake up.
You had been lying on the couch trying to come up with an excuse why it wouldn’t be a good idea to go out with Jin-Sang besides your make-believe boyfriend, but apparently your mind was tired from the day, too much had happened. It also didn’t help that you had ASMR playing in the background, you were out before you even realized it.
You don’t know how long you were asleep for, but eventually you opened your eyes to find yourself looking out to the familiar field you found yourself at every night.
But things were immediately off.
You were propped up against the tree like you had been sleeping under it, and from this view you could see… well, you couldn’t see.
A thick gray fog covered the field so you could hardly see in front of you, thunder rumbled in the distance, and a light rain steadily started to sprinkle across your skin.
It was pouring though, you could tell in the heavy pitter patter sounds of the rain hitting the tall grass of the meadow, but you figured the large tree overhead was what was giving you a little coverage.
What was going on? The weather was usually so nice when you came here.
You looked around a little confused, things weren’t normally like this. But just as you were about to start calling out to him you were shocked when you finally noticed Jimin sitting around the tree.
He had his knees to his chest and his head was buried down in between.
“I’m sorry… the clouds just seem to follow me these days.” Jimin sighed.
And he was off too. Jimin was usually so happy to see you, always greeting you with a hug knowing how much you love them. It was clear something was bothering him.
You scooted closer so you were sitting right next to him.
“Are you ok?” Your voice was soft as you rested your hand on his shoulder.
You didn’t get an answer right away, instead the rain filled the growing silence once more. Part of you thought he might not have heard you so you were about to ask him again, but slowly Jimin lifted his head to look out to the foggy meadow.
You could see his eyes now, the vibrant blue looked like a violent storm at sea, the waves reached astounding heights and the rain poured overhead— the chaos of nature itself. Yet it was a quiet storm, one not a soul on land was aware of.
“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about it.” Jimin sounded like all the life had been sucked out of him, his cheery smile gone and instead this plain, dead expression on his face.
For a second you had no idea what he was talking about, but the moment was truly small because of course the Jimin in your head would know about your dilemma with a certain coworker.
“Jimin—“
“You told me you were mine, that we were going to try…” If you didn’t know any better you thought he sounded like he was on the verge of tears, but your angel couldn’t cry, instead a heavy emotion with no way of release was filling his head.
In the distance the rumbling thunder grew a little louder.
You sighed and scooted even closer so you could put your arm around him.
“Please tell me you aren’t going.” Jimin tried again, this time finally turning to face you. For some reason he seemed slightly agitated, his gaze dark but filled with a pain that made your heart ache.
“Jimin… I’ve enjoyed our time together. Shit, you have no idea how much I wish you were real— actually, you probably do, you know everything I think—“
You took a deep breath.
“But you’re not. None of this is real. I can’t go out and introduce you to people. We can’t walk down the street and hold hands. Jimin you don’t exist, you’re just a figment of my imagination.” Your words were a little harsh but he had to understand.
You finally turned to him and you hated the look on his face, you could tell he was hurt. If that wasn’t a sign enough rain suddenly started pouring down from the sky.
It was violent, the cover of the tree wasn’t enough to shield you from the droplets that continuously hit your skin. You were soaked in seconds.
“Jimin!” You exclaimed, just a little annoyed he was reacting this way, but you felt bad as well.
“I’m sorry…” He grumbled the apology yet he didn’t feel bad at all.
He hated you.
He hated you because you were right in a way. He was real but he couldn’t do any of those things with you. To you he might as well be a part of your imagination, this is the farthest your relationship could go.
You could tell he was upset so you scooted closer and wrapped your arm around his shoulders.
“I wish so fucking much you were real and we could do all those things. The fact that I’m even contemplating this date over someone who doesn’t exist should tell you that much.” The pain in your voice, the sobs, you hoped he could feel how much you wanted him. Your tears ran down your cheeks, but you were thankful for the rain to cover it up some.
This was the perfect opportunity.
Everyone was right.
Jimin couldn’t even look at you, the grass that was being flooded by the rain held his attention. He watched as the water would try to soak into the ground, but too quickly there was more to take its place.
The grass was drowning.
This was one of those moments Jimin wished he could cry, something, because the reality of the situation was too much to handle.
He didn’t want to say goodbye, he didn’t want to let you go.
But it made sense.
His other half was right, this was the perfect opportunity.
Jimin knew Jin-Sang wasn’t a bad guy. His intentions were pure and he knew the date you would have would go well. You shared a lot of interest you’ve yet to discover and he would treat you well. He worked a well paying job, he would love you— he almost did already.
Jin-Sang could be the one.
Maybe things would be easier if he was sure, if he was like the higher up angels and he could know what stopping you from going on that date would do. He could be stopping you from your chance of happiness, something that he could never give you.
But he only knew the now and now hurts so much.
He didn’t want to let you go.
“Jimin… say something.” You cried seeing he was just playing with the grass underneath him.
The rain just got harder and harder. You were almost in a hurricane.
Now was the perfect opportunity.
He could say goodbye to you right now. He was only a dream to you. You would forget about him eventually. He could right the wrongs of this situation and go back to his position as it should. He was meant to be your guardian, nothing more.
Things would fall back to line eventually. Maybe with Jin-Sang there you would move on more easily. You would be happy and he would just be forced to watch it happen.
He wasn’t meant to be part of your life.
He didn’t belong here.
It might be hard now, but he would have had to say goodbye to you eventually. This was his opportunity.
It might hurt for a while, maybe even forever, but you would eventually fade into all the other souls he watched over and guided into the beyond.
Things could go back to normal, he could make his team happy, he could finally follow his leader’s orders.
This was it.
Jimin just needed to say goodbye.
But…
The clouds that raged around you almost dissipated instantly, the dark gloomy overcast replaced with the shining sun you were used to.
You looked around confused before turning back to Jimin wondering what was happening.
His head was still buried in his knees, but slowly but surely he lifted his head to finally meet your eyes again.
You certainly weren’t expecting to meet his dark gaze. His light blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean were replaced with something dark, black, a void almost. It’s like the storm itself had condensed small enough to rest behind his sad gaze.
It was scary only for a second.
“You’re right… I just… I don’t want to say goodbye.” He sounded like he was about to break. It’s like you were looking at a dam seconds away from exploding. Even though you knew he couldn’t cry it almost sounded like he was but the tears never flowed.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, it hurts and I don’t— don’t know how I— how to—“ He didn’t know what to say, how to articulate these feelings. All he knew was that it hurt somewhere deep inside to look at you right now.
You quickly pulled him into a hug.
“I get it… it hurts too.” Your voice was shaky as the tears streamed down your cheeks.
Jimin didn’t like the way this felt, you shaking in his arms, the ache he just couldn’t pinpoint in his body. It felt worse than a darkened blade piercing his skin. He wanted to scream but instead he just stared off into the endless meadow you meet every night.
When you pulled away, your tear streaked face made it hurt even more.
He didn’t know what to do, but seeing you like this, he would do anything to take the pain away.
Jimin cupped your cheek lightly and pulled you close. He was so gentle as his thumb lightly wiped away the tears.
You stared into his dark orbs and you could just see the pain on his soft features. It was so hard to remember that look was nothing but your imagination being cruel to you. It hurt worse knowing you were the one who caused this.
More tears slipped past your eyes and Jimin wiped every one away.
He was so sweet and you nearly melted away when he finally closed the gap between you two. His lips were so soft and kissing him felt like touching a live wire at the way your body tingled.
How could you let this go? You didn’t want to—
Suddenly your eyes shot open and you were staring up at your living room ceiling. It took a second to process where you were, to calm your heavy breathing, and to realize the fact you were soaking wet.
You hurriedly looked around and noticed the glass of water you had sitting on the coffee table was knocked over, but you were soaked. Just as soaked as you felt in your dream with all the rain pouring over you.
You looked around confused, but decided not to think about it too much as you steadily got up to grab a towel.
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“What do you think about Pyeon Jin-Sang?” You ask absentmindedly to your friend who was sitting right in front of you.
You and Mina had gone out to this cute cafe for your lunch break instead of staying in like you usually did.
Mina had been sipping on her strawberry latte, something she claimed was the cure to getting rid of her sickness entirely. You doubted it, knowing your friend, you knew she just wanted something sweet.
“You mean that guy from finance?” You knew it took a second for her to remember who you were talking about.
You nodded, picking up your galaxy lemonade. It had been a new addition to the menu and seeing the pretty colors, you just had to try it.
“Ummm… I guess he’s nice, pretty good looking, I don’t know we haven’t really spoken much. Why?” She was genuinely confused, you couldn’t blame her though, this was coming pretty out of nowhere.
“The other day while you were out sick he asked me out.” You watched her face intently and you see the shock on her features almost double at the news.
“What?!” She nearly screamed, making you quickly need to shush her.
“What?” Mina tried again, this time only a little quieter, emphasis on little.
You nodded.
“And you’re just now telling me?!” She almost sounded a little hurt at this.
“I would have said something sooner, but…” You started but trailed off.
“Are you thinking of not going?” Mina’s attention turned to the little tea cakes you both were sharing.
“That’s the thing, we talked that day and he was really sweet, funny, and I think I’d be willing to try out the date…”
“I’m sensing a but coming.” Mina knew you too well.
You had to think about how to phrase this without sounding absolutely crazy.
“Well there was this guy that I really, really like who I was already kinda dating—“
“WHAT?!” Mina definitely screamed this time as she firmly slammed her hands on the table. “And you didn’t tell me??!! Who is he? Do I know him? Why didn’t you tell me you liked him, let alone dating?!!”
“Let me finish first!” You tried to calm her down.
She had to take a deep breath before finally letting you continue. You didn’t blame her though, maybe this wasn’t the best way to go about this.
“Well he lives far away and as much as I like him the relationship just can’t work.” Your heart pained at the thought of Jimin so far away you can’t reach him. You miss him so much, you didn’t see each other yesterday.
“Oh…” You knew she had more questions but she was letting you finish first.
“Jin-Sang is nice and I want to go on that date with him, but as stupid as it may be, I—“
“Keep thinking about this mysterious man from far away?” Mina finished it for you and you nodded at her words.
Mina took a minute looking out the window, trying to find the right words.
“And you can’t do long distance?” She asked but you quickly shook your head.
If only it was as simple as a few hundred, you would even take thousands of miles in between you and Jimin. Unfortunately he wasn’t of this realm, only accessible through your mind.
Mina had more questions about that but she stopped herself again.
“We broke up when I told him about Jin-Sang.” You threw that in but did you and Jimin truly break up? It just felt like your relationship just started. The words still hurt.
“Oh…”
“Like it was fun while it lasted, but Jin-Sang is here. It’s not worth continuing something that can’t go anywhere.” You doubled down, but your hands were shaking in your lap. You didn’t mean anything you said.
“Well then I don’t know what’s so complicated, go on the date and have fun. One date never hurt anyone and if things have ended between you two it shouldn’t be a big issue. Like you said, you had fun, but if things aren’t going anywhere why waste your time.” Mina made it seem so easy.
Maybe it really was that easy.
It should be that easy.
“I get maybe you’re struggling because you still have feelings for this mystery guy, but they’ll eventually fade and going on that date might be a great start to putting that all in the past.” She smiled at you, taking another sip of her strawberry latte.
You didn’t want to move on. You didn’t want to let him go.
Your mind had been filled with his eyes right before you woke up from your dream, the pain and hurt in his dark orbs. You actually felt like you betrayed him.
But she was right.
You could be missing out on a really good guy for someone that wasn’t real. It was ridiculous.
“But this is the step in the right direction. I’m honestly a little shocked after I thought you said you swore off dating.” Mina recounted with a chuckle.
She had been by your side after your last relationship and had been that shoulder you cried on while you were going through the breakup. She knew how bad things were and the pain you felt that made you swear off from dating entirely.
“I’m proud.” And this was the nail in the coffin for you as she reached her hand over the table and rested it on yours that was playing with the edge of the napkin your drink sat on top of.
Mina was right.
You really have come a long way.
The fact you were even considering going out again was a step in the right direction.
Jimin… you knew he was there because no matter what you said about dating being a thing of your past, you still craved the touch of another human being. You had shut out everyone after your last relationship and after your time with Jimin you truly felt like you could try and let someone back in.
Slowly, you knew the relationship would have to move slowly. You weren’t there entirely yet and especially after Jimin— moving on would still be hard. But you were willing to try.
It just sucks you can’t thank the person who’s gotten you this far.
“It was him.” You tried to smile but your heart still hurt.
“Even though we were separated. He was truly there for me. It just sucks it didn’t work out, but I think you’re right. I should give Jin-Sang a try.” As much as it hurt now you didn’t regret your decision.
This felt right.
You and Mina clinked your drinks together in celebration and on your way back to work she helped you draft up your message to Jin-Sang after you told her how awkward things got after he asked you out.
By the time you were back, you and Jin-Sang were on for Saturday.
Jin-Sang [1:46pm]: can’t wait :3
And as much as you couldn’t stop thinking about Jimin, you honestly couldn’t either.
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You couldn’t see him but Jimin was right by your side every step of the way. He was there with you and Mina sitting at the empty table beside you both.
For some strange reason he’d hoped your talk with Mina would deter you from going through with this, that for some reason she would say to choose him despite it being impossible. Even in the vague way you explained your situation, she still chose Jin-Sang.
Jin-Sang was the correct choice after all.
Jimin had taken a small break yesterday from watching over you in order to get his head back in the game. That weird pain he felt deep down just got worse anytime he’d look at you.
He’d tried his best to convince himself that this was the right choice, that saying goodbye was what you should be doing. It was easier to accept when he was far away from you, in the refuge of that forest he found himself at whenever things got too hard.
It was easier to look at things objectively and accept that he had his fun with you, but now it was time to say goodbye for good and for things to go back to normal between you too.
Jimin only saw you briefly yesterday, anytime there was a sin that he would detect he was back next to you in a flash and taking all his frustration out on the monstrosity.
Today he thought things would be different, he thought the day yesterday was enough to get past the worst of it and for you both to begin your path to normalcy again.
But hearing you and Mina talk… when you said that you and this ‘mysterious guy you couldn’t be with’ had broken up he nearly lost it entirely.
A violent tornado formed around him in an instant and he just screamed out into the void that he lived in. Hearing those words made the realization hit him so much on how you would go back to staring right through him.
You were so close yet so far.
He would be nothing to you.
He remembered the pain he felt only months ago watching you live your life and he couldn’t be a part of it no matter how much he wanted to.
He didn’t know what to do.
He knew you texted Jin-Sang about the date but he was gone to the forest all over again. His head was swimming with all these unfamiliar emotions and he didn’t know what to do.
He had no one to talk to, he couldn’t tell his teammates— they all thought he was done with you already and certainly if he revealed it now he wouldn’t be granted with the advice he craved for.
Instead in his rage he nearly turned to the most drastic measures.
Alone in the forest, he felt cursed. He detested the life he lived, if he was normal, if he was human there would be no reason you both couldn’t be together.
His handle had turned into a small blade, his shirt had been discarded somewhere in the brush. The words that painted his skin all were blackened out and he still had healing scars from all the repenting he had to do.
At first this was only meant to be a reminder of the reason he needed to leave you, to see the damage you had caused him. But he wanted it to hurt, to hurt more than this burn he felt more from the inside because even then he still wanted to be with you.
Jimin had unfolded his wings and had them resting in his lap with the blade only centimeters away. He’d gotten as far as the knife had managed to graze the delicate feathers and it sent him screaming.
His knife had managed to put a slight tear in one of the feathers and that alone made him pass out.
He’d wanted them off entirely but his wings were too sensitive to try and do it willingly. Apparently his body rejected the idea.
Or really he didn’t want them off, he just wanted to be normal so you both could have your life together.
When he woke up merely seconds later Jimin felt different.
It was strange.
Beforehand, despite all the pain, he was going to try to leave you alone. He was going to try to say goodbye, no matter how much it hurt.
But now… His other half was silent and for once he felt like he could think for himself. Suddenly it all made sense now and what he wanted became so clear.
Why couldn’t he be selfish for once?
You were his after all.
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It was the big day, Saturday.
Jimin had been watching you as you started getting ready. Your date wasn’t till four but since it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a first date, you were feeling nervous with an extra need to make yourself look presentable so you started the process early so you didn’t have to rush.
Jimin hated the way he felt, he hated the way you felt even more.
You were giddy, eager for tonight— for a man that wasn’t him.
Jimin had no right to be upset.
But he was.
This flame just grew as he watched you get ready steadily. And you looked so good too…
You always did…
The situation just felt unfair.
Why did Jin-Sang get to have you?
The whole argument centered around the fact you thought he wasn’t real, but he existed just like anyone else in the world? Why did he have to give in for the sake of some human?
He would be better to you, he knew he would. So why did he need to be the one to let you go?
It just pissed him off even more. Were you so easily forgetting who you belong to?
You were his and he was yours. Why did he need to suffer and watch you live on? It was unfair, this shit was so unfair.
He’s sacrificed so much for you already and now he was the one who had to give up?
Jimin didn’t like the nasty emotion that just kept growing as he watched you.
Anytime you’d text Jin-Sang about later he felt like he wanted to slam himself into a building. He felt an even greater urge to fly over to his apartment and set things straight. He didn’t know what came over him.
This was meant to be the right choice yet it didn’t feel like it.
And then…
Though he was here with you, he knew at the moment Jin-Sang was on the phone with his friend about whether it was weird to bring condoms on the first date or not. Jin-Sang was saying “what if she thinks that’s the only thing I want?” but his friend was saying to bring them “just in case, you never know how this date might go.”
Jimin wanted to go over and slap him for even thinking about it, but again he had no right. It just made him think back to what things were like with your last boyfriend. It was hard then to manage, but now… now…
Anger cursed through his body the closer the time got because it wasn’t fucking fair.
You were his. He was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend.
He should be the one you’re so giddy to see later, he should be the one you’re so tentatively getting ready for a date for. It should be him, it should be him, this wasn’t fair.
Because it truly wasn’t.
If things were different— no fuck that.
Jimin should have left, given himself another day, maybe to cool off. Maybe even a more official break would have been the best thing to do to give himself time to reset. He shouldn’t have stayed but it was that same strange, nasty emotion he hated that brought him into a whole new problem.
It was only a few hours to your date and you were chilling on your bed, a silk robe the only thing covering your body. You’d already showered and done all the pampering you needed to. You even had your dress laid out on the bed beside you after you spent nearly two hours on the phone with Mina about what to wear.
You both decided on something casual enough since you were just going out to coffee, but still was sophisticated in its slight pretty elements. It was a simple, black, short sleeve dress that had cute heart shaped buttons going down about halfway, its white collar and the way it gently hugged your curves gave it that level of spice that Mina said it would be perfect for the date. You also had this tiny white purse and fun, cute shoes that also had hearts on it to match.
It was very different to how you dress at work but that was exactly the point.
All you needed to do now was get your clothes on, do your hair and makeup and then you were out the door. It might seem like a lot, but you knew you wanted to give yourself some time to make sure everything was perfect.
Laying here though after all the hectiness of trying to get ready, it was only for a split second did you feel sleepy. You didn’t think too much of it though, you were about to get up soon anyway, but it’s like this wave suddenly overtook you and before you had time to react you were out cold.
You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until suddenly your eyes shot open and you were back underneath the tree you used to find yourself every night under. It had been a few days since you’d last seen Jimin, nearly a week at this point since that emotional fiasco happened last time.
Even though you’d tried to end things with Jimin, you were honestly glad to find yourself back. Last time just didn’t feel like the right place to leave on.
You looked around a second wondering where he was until suddenly you heard footsteps on the other side of the tree. You moved around and low and behold there was Jimin leaning against the tree with his arms crossed.
“Jimin?” You tested already sensing something was off.
“So you’re really doing this…” His voice was low and you sensed the attitude behind his words.
“We talked about this already, as much as I want to be with you, you know that can’t happen.” You sighed, slightly annoyed you needed to repeat yourself but understood this was hard. But why was your consciousness doing this to you?
Jimin finally looked over to you and he was staring at you with that same dark gaze that you saw last time. You could still see the raging storm in his eyes, you could see the pain and hurt you’d caused.
Jimin started walking closer to you.
“And after everything we've been through, you still think I’m not real?” The question seemed to ring in your head as the words settled in the air.
Jimin kept moving closer and you were just stunned because you didn’t know what to say. Of course this wasn’t real… it couldn’t be real.
You never stopped him as he came close enough so your back was against the tree, his arms coming up by your head, effectively caging you in.
“You really still think that…” He looked shattered as he stared into your eyes.
“Jimin…” His name fell from your lips unintentionally, it was almost a sob seeing that look in his eyes. He backed up slightly, disappointment written all over his features. He paced around for a few seconds.
“Or is that what you want that to be the case?” Jimin suddenly turned back to you, he was angry, malice laced in his words.
“What?” Your eyes were teary but you were confused. Where was this coming from?
“Jimin you know—“
“Do I?” He laughed.
“You just keep telling yourself that I’m not real so you don’t feel guilty about doing shit like this.” The accusation was insane and entirely unfair, but Jimin wanted it to hurt as much as you hurt him.
You had been sympathetic at first, but that quickly was wearing thin the more he talked, because this made no sense.
“What the fuck are you talking about? For someone who’s always in my head, this one time you’re choosing to ignore any it and make these stupid fucking claims?” Now you were angry, more than that actually because why was Jimin making this so hard for you?
“Hard for you?! Do you even know—“ Jimin had to stop himself real quick, the pain was overwhelming at this point. Why did this hurt so much? He didn’t know how to handle this at all.
“You promised we’d try…” You don’t know how much those words meant to him back then. To hear that you’d be willing to put up with his incompetence when it came to this type of relationship, it meant the world to him. He’d been so scared of messing things up, he’d already had but you’d so easily forgiven his mistakes and he thought things were going good so far.
“I did! But… Jimin we tried, and we tried as far as we could. I love the time we spent together and I wish, Jimin please hear me, I wish we could try more— into the real world. I wish I could go out and introduce you to people as my boyfriend, but I can’t! Look around, we’re in my head! This isn’t real, none of this is real and as much as I’ve enjoyed my time with you Jimin this is just a sign I need to move—“
The pain just got worse and worse.
“That would make things so much easier.” His attention wasn’t on you anymore, he couldn’t look at you, instead he stared down at his bare feet in the lush green grass.
“What are you sayi—“ Before you could finish he took a step closer to you once again.
“It wouldn’t hurt as much seeing you go off with him.” He’d gotten real quiet, but you could hear the quiver in his voice.
He took another step closer so he was standing directly in front of you. His hand came up steadily to intertwine his fingers with your own, so soft and gentle.
“I’m sorry… it just hurts so much and I don’t know what to do.” He steadily lifted your hand so it was resting on his shoulder. He finally raised his head to look up at you and you could have broken down right there seeing how dark his eyes had grown.
“Jimin…”
“I’ve never felt like this before and it just hurts so fucking much. I’m sorry.” He truly did feel bad about what he said. It wasn’t right to take this out on you. But he was still mad, this was all so unfair.
“I wish— I wish things were different.” You looked up at him with sad eyes, hoping he could sense your own pain in this.
“Why couldn’t you be someone I knew— a coworker, a highschool classmate I forgot about, a stranger I pass by everyday on the way to work— anything.” You sighed, frustrated honestly.
Even if the real life Jimin wasn’t anything like the one who’s made his way into your dreams every night, it still would be a relief to know he was there, that you could actually reach out and touch him, that you haven’t gone absolutely crazy over a person who didn’t exist.
“Why do you keep saying that?” Jimin cried once again in your head when he shouldn’t be.
“Because it’s the truth—“
“I wish this wasn’t real! If I didn’t exist then I wouldn’t have to live like this— watch you run off with some other guy because I can’t be with you. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much…” It really would be better.
Every time you’d leave the dream he wouldn’t know what was happening, he would cease to exist until your mind conjured him up once again. Things would be so simple, wouldn’t it? He wished that was the case. Did you seriously not know?
He already knew that answer.
“Jimin… you seriously can’t tell me you think this is real?” Your eyes were sympathetic as you lightly ran your finger over his shoulder, before moving up to rub his neck.
Your words flipped a switch inside, you saw it happen with your own eyes, his sad gaze turning dark all in a second.
Suddenly Jimin started leaning in close, he was only centimeters from your lips.
“Is that what you want?” His voice was low, dangerous, like that was a challenge.
“Huh…” You were out of it, you couldn’t concentrate with him so close.
“Is that what you want— you wanna run off with him?” He was pissed again and back with the outrageous claims.
“Jimin—“
Suddenly you felt your other hand being lifted to rest on his shoulder as well, to which you finally wrapped your arms around his neck.
“This isn’t real?” He looked you right in the eyes.
“You’re trying to tell me what I feel for you isn’t real?” You hurt him again and you didn’t know what to say. Of course to him this was his reality but for you—
“Stop doing that!” He exclaimed, his gaze staring right through your soul.
You didn’t know what to say and Jimin didn’t want you to anymore, instead he finally closed the gap that was between you. His soft, plump lips melted against yours as you felt that fiery explosion of butterflies you did every time you and Jimin kissed.
You tried to pull him as close as you could, you wanted him to feel how no matter what, you truly did wish you could be with him.
But then he pulled away enough to separate the kiss, making a whine escape your lips.
“You’re mine.” He breathed out as his hands traveled down to rest on your hips.
“Jimin—“ Before you could finish you were silenced by his lips on yours again.
“Shut up— please, please shut the fuck up.” He sighed in between kissing you.
And this time you listened. For all you knew this might be the last time you’re seeing each other and there was no point going back and forth like this. Instead you wanted to leave this off on a positive note.
“You’re mine.” Jimin reiterated again because apparently you weren’t understanding.
This just made you kiss him harder. It quickly grew hot, heavy, and needy because you just wanted him close and this just wasn’t cutting it.
“Fuck—“ You moaned as he hurriedly pulled on his sweater.
“Do you understand? You’re mine.” He needed you to understand. He was tired of playing the act that he was fine with letting you go— no you were his. It was just that simple.
Jimin had your back pressed hard into the bark in the tree, one hand on your waist the other sliding up your arm to finally cup your cheek to angle you just as he needed you.
His body was on fire faster than he could handle and he didn’t know why. This strange rage just made him want you even more than he could process. It almost hurt— he needed to slow down—
“Jimin, please— fuck, please!” You cried needing more. You didn’t have to ask again before suddenly you were falling once again and your back was against the soft grass with Jimin hovering right on top of you.
Your breathing was heavy as you stared at each other, his dark eyes staring right into your own, a pained expression on his features.
But the moment apart was short lived as Jimin dove straight down to your neck, hastily planting kisses across your hot skin.
“You’re mine.” The grit in his voice, it was almost if he growled right in your ear and you nearly lost it all together.
Your legs hurriedly came up to wrap around his waist to pull him closer.
It was then when Jimin panicked a bit— you were so close— sin, so much sin, he needed to stop he should stop but—
Jimin’s lips were back on yours in a hurry, you moaned lightly as you felt him start to rock into your heat. So good, it felt so good.
Your hands, your hands coming up to quickly tangle in his hair, this— then your lips were on his neck, kissing, sucking, marking him up like he hoped it would.
Jimin let out a pained moan because the words on his body were burning so much it hurt but you felt so good. This strange mix of pleasure and pain had his body confused and he bucked faster into you because fuck—
He should have stopped, he needed to stop but it just never felt like it was enough. He needed you to know who you belonged to.
By now he would have stopped because the longer you kissed the more excited he knew he was getting. He never wanted things to get that far, scared he might reach a point of no return, but something about today was different, he wanted you to feel just how much he wanted you.
And it didn’t take very long for that to happen…
It was too much. Every touch, every kiss he gave to you, he could feel it all. The connection you shared allowed him to feel for the both of you and it quickly got overwhelming.
He couldn’t control it and it just made that fire burn uncontrollably as your fervent hands ran down up and down his back and through his hair.
He loved kissing you, he loved touching you and he loved how it felt when you did it back. And to think this was sin— it was, it had to be in the way you practically bewitched him.
“Jimin…” You moaned softly because you could feel it now.
Jimin broke away from you slightly to grab your hand and trailed it down over the fabric of his toned chest, down to his waistband of his sweatpants, and then you could feel the outline.
Jimin groaned as he lightly rubbed himself along your hand.
“Does this not feel real to you?” He could hardly get it out, his mind was fuzzy and he was screaming at himself not to push this any further but he just couldn’t stop.
Your eyes stared right into his with pain because as much as you wanted to—
“Stop doing that!” He whined, your hand was right there.
He couldn’t think straight anymore, he wanted to fuck you, he wanted you to understand how much he wanted you, he wanted you to realize it.
Jimin quickly pulled your hand away and was kissing you once again with even more ferocity. He had to make you understand, he couldn’t lose you.
He pushed into you, faster, harder, so fucking desperate.
You weren’t quite understanding the situation, you honestly thought that this was just going to be a heated goodbye. You thought this was your consciousness giving you one last hooray with Jimin before you needed to come back down to reality.
You just knew if you both weren’t naked in the next thirty seconds you were going to lose your mind. But Jimin thwarted any attempts you made at pulling down his sweatpants, even taking off his sweater proved to be an impossible task and you might have been more confused if Jimin didn’t make sure your attention stayed on him nonetheless.
You had never felt this turned on yet sexually frustrated simultaneously, but you enjoyed the grind, the hurried pace he set and you just wanted him too—
Suddenly a pain whined left his lips and you felt his hips falter slightly.
Oh? Was he close?
You pulled him closer, needing him as close as he could get.
If only—
You were so distracted by Jimin you hardly noticed things started to change around you. The beautiful meadow in your mind slowly started to drift away but all you could focus on was Jimin’s moans and his lips on yours.
It didn’t dawn onto you until it steadily started to realize you didn’t feel the grass against your back. The thought was brief compared to the feeling of Jimin hastily pulling off of you.
You finally opened your eyes and you were shocked to see you were staring up at what you quickly recognized as your bedroom’s ceiling.
You blinked a couple of times before you finally turned beside you where all the commotion was coming from.
Someone was beside you.
It almost sounded like they were in pain at their low groans and how they almost seemed curled up beside you. And it almost sounded like—
You hesitantly sat up and low and behold you saw Jimin’s pained face as he was clutching onto one of your pillows.
It was Jimin but he looked slightly different, gone was his blue hair, matching sweater and sweatpants— instead he was wearing a white, short sleeve shirt, with matching white flowy pants, he was also blonde again.
What was going on?
“Jimin?’ You finally said something.
The longer you sat here the more you realized something was off. That haziness, dreamy, whimsical feeling you always felt when you were with Jimin wasn’t here.
You looked down and you weren’t wearing your pretty white dress, instead your silky olive green robe you had thrown over the lingerie you had put on.
You looked around more and in fact this was your room, it looked exactly like your room eerily similar. Even the clothes you had set out for your date crumbled up underneath Jimin’s feet.
This seemed real… too real.
You felt awake.
“Jimin…?” You tried again, this time lightly placing a hand on his shoulder.
You weren’t seeing things, you could feel him, and at your touch he finally looked at you for a split second.
Light brown eyes looked back over you.
You could touch him, he was warm, and his pained whines…
Suddenly your whole conversation came back to you.
“And after everything we've been through, you still think I’m not real?”
You sat there waiting for you to wake up for real but the more you stared at Jimin the more you felt like that wouldn’t happen.
“Are—are you happy now?” His voice was muffled beside you by the pillow.
“I told you, you were mine…”
Suddenly it slapped you in the face.
You weren’t dreaming… were you?
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Talking over the Ventress episode with my mom has (I think) solidified that as much as I liked Ventress and love the fight sequence, it really felt like the middle of the season got derailed just to have Ventress show up and maybe tease a Ventress show? Whether it be how she survived as part of Tales of the Jedi s2 or in a new spinoff show about The Path or something, this appearance didn’t feel natural for TBB to us. Granted, maybe by the end of the season we’ll feel differently and be eating humble pie, but that’s where we stand right now.
More rambling under the cut, you have been warned.
Like it really feels that they specifically had Rex not know what an M-count is just so Ventress could show up and say it, which feels a little :/ come on now. Between Rex possibly having contact with Ahsoka and being the Captain under Anakin “The Chosen One” Skywalker, it feels very odd to have him NOT know what the hell M-count could be.
It’s also frustrating from a narrative perspective to have 2 episodes dedicated to the gang finding out what M-count means, when we the audience have known what it meant since it was first mentioned! I would’ve been fine with Fennec saying at the end of last episode something like “All I know is M-count is something to do with the Jedi, so good luck with whatever you need that info for cause the Empire will never let it go”, and then the Ventress episode could have instead been “well is it safer to stay on Pabu and hope the Empire doesn’t know where we are, or are we endangering all these people’s lives by being here? Can we ever have a stable place to live, or should we constantly be on the run from the Empire, thus painting a bigger target on us by giving us more opportunities to run into them?” But by having both episodes be “what could M-count mean for Omega?” and basically tell us what we already know: they are never gonna be safe from the Empire because they will never stop looking for Omega, it feels like a lot of ground was lost that could have been dedicated to other things, like letting Omega interact with characters other than Crosshair.
Also it’s such a weird episode cause they kinda had to avoid the whole Ventress died thing because that would bog down the episode by confusing people who hadn’t read The Dark Disciple, but it leaves people who know about it hanging with how the hell it happened?? Like there’s that one line about many lives but it doesn’t really answer anything, which is whatever but at the same time super frustrating cause it feels like such an unnecessary can of worms to open? Especially in the last half of the last season of a show that’s already got A Lot going on.
I do wonder how different I would’ve felt about this episode if it had been Quinlan instead of Ventress, because A) he’s not dead and B) we already know he’s got Stuff he’s doing (The Path) so it’s not unreasonable to see hints of it early on in the reign of the Empire. Also having another character of color come back would’ve been nice, since we STILL haven’t actually seen Phee outside of one singular holocall this season, let alone any sighting of Shep and Lyana.
#me#star wars#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#idk man it’s wild that this show has me kinda upset they brought Ventress back#it just felt like an unnecessary detour into Hey We’re Doing More Ventress Stuff In A Different Show Soon! Stay Tuned For More!#again maybe by the end of the show I’ll feel different but that’s how I feel right now#we could’ve had the batch talking their fears about staying on Pabu with Shep man! we could’ve had Omega and Lyana interacting again!!
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Gregor x Reader One-Shot – In Love And Pain
As requested by @palliateclaws
A One-shot with sweet Gregor, I hope you like it :))
Warnings: Mention and description of sciatica problems, herniated disks /Pain/Comfort/Fluff/Romance
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Gregor got up very early in the morning, sitting on the sofa in your apartment and digging through holobooks and newspaper articles. Last night, after your movie date, you suddenly found it hard to walk again. Gregor was supporting you the whole time, you had to take some breaks, and you tried to hide your pain, but he knew. He rolled his eyes with a small smile at the thought of it. No matter how bad you feel, you never want to be a burden to anyone. He thinks it's unnecessary, it's not a burden, Gregor is happy to help you, anytime.
He reads through a mountain of info on sciatica problems and herniated disks, trying to memorize as much as he can. Gregor wants to understand you better, know what you are dealing with.
Symptoms: tingling, electric shock-like or pulling pains, numbness, paralysis symptoms
Treatment: depends on cause and severity; treatment options include medications, surgery, physical therapy, heat treatments, massages.
Causes: Herniated disc, vertebral body injuries, articular rheumatism, inflammations, abscesses, bruises, tumors, infections
Prognosis: With timely, proper treatment, the chances are good that the symptoms will heal completely.
Gregor nods silently. The symptoms sound really unpleasant, but he likes the idea of a possible treatment, at least as far as the problem with the sciatica is concerned.
He continues reading:
Sciatic pain and the accompanying symptoms sometimes occur gradually, sometimes quite suddenly. Doctors refer to the typical sciatic pain as neuropathic pain - meaning that it is not due to a structural injury in the leg or buttocks, but to the nerve itself.
More descriptively, many patients express themselves: For example, sciatica symptoms feel "like an electric shock" or "ants tingling in the leg." In addition, numbness or paralysis symptoms occur in some cases.
It is also characteristic that the pain radiates. This is referred to as radicular pain (pain originating from the nerve root). This distinguishes sciatica from lumbago, for example. The trigger here is often an unfortunate twisting or lifting that leads to a sudden, severe back pain. However, this does not move into the leg.
In case of sciatic pain, it also depends on exactly which nerve fibers are injured...
Okay, he doesn't understand it all, but most of it. He's about to bury himself deeper in another article when he hears the bedroom door open. Gregor gets up from the couch, hiding the holopad under a sofa pillow.
„Hey Mesh'la!“
You smile at Gregor, then rubbing your eyes and ask, "You're up already? When did you get up?"
"An hour or two ago," he replies with a shrug.
You frown. He is lying, he's up much longer than just one or two hours, you can feel it.
"That's early, why didn't you lie down with me?"
You can see he is coming up with a lie, he is the worst liar, you always see when he tries it.
"Um, I was a little restless"
You don't want to upset or expose him, so you nod slowly. You know he's cooked up something again, but it's usually loving things he comes up with, so you let him get away with this little white lie.
He gently takes your hand and leads you to the dining table.
"I've already prepared a little something for breakfast," he says enthusiastically.
A smile graces your lips.
"Oh yeah?"
Gregor sets the table, he's actually prepared a lot, enough for four people and plenty of choices. You blink in surprise.
"I didn't have that much in the house. Have you been shopping?"
He smiles, unperturbed, and says, "Yeah, filled your fridge. I thought after you weren't feeling so well last night, I'd do it for you."
You sigh softly, touched and a little annoyed with yourself. By now Gregor saw through it far too quickly when you were in pain again. But some days it was so bad that you could hardly hide it.
"That's very sweet of you, Gregor, but it wasn't necessary."
He looks at you seriously, "But it was necessary, you hardly had anything left, and I like to do it for you. I wish you would tell me more often when you need something."
You shrug your shoulders and say, "I can also order things to the house".
Gregor leans over to you and gently kisses your cheek.
"You could, but you have me, Cyare," he replies with a smile.
"You're incredibly cute."
He chuckled, showing you a small smirk.
"Indeed I am"
After breakfast, Gregor cleans up everything. He insists you freshen up and relax. You do him the favor, as he pushes you into the bathroom, spreading kisses on your neck. How could you resist his sweet ways? He runs you a hot bath and calls out as he hurries back to the kitchen, "I'll be right with you!"
In fact, it doesn't take long, the bath is just full and you carefully step into the hot water as he enters. He chuckles and lets out a whistle.
"Oh, mesh'la! Almost forgot how beautiful you are under your clothes!"
You say, laughing, "You did see me last night".
"I have a very short memory" he jokes.
Gregor takes one of your bath sponges and begins to wash you very gently while you sit back and relax.
"You spoil me, Gregor".
"So? That's something nice"
You sigh softly, you want to enjoy this, a lot, but you also want him to know that you can take care of yourself.
"Gregor"
"Hmm?"
"You know I'm not helpless, don't you?"
He looks at you, frowning.
"Of course I know that. Now, what makes you think of that?"
"Every time you're here, you shop for me, you cook, you clean, and.... now you even wash me. You know, I can do these things myself, just sometimes not as fast as you, or right away."
Now Gregor sighs softly. He seems to have something on his mind, you can see it in his face, something is bothering him. When he starts to speak, you almost hold your breath, somehow you are afraid he will say something negative. But he surprises you again.
"I do all these things so that you can see that I can take care of you."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, a small box. Your heart almost stops. As he opens the box, you see the beautiful ring inside and finally hold your breath after all.
"Gregor..." you say almost in a whisper.
"I always want to be there for you. I do all these things for you at any time, you are the most important person in my life. It's important to me that you understand that I understand your situation, that I can deal with it, and that I'm always happy to lend you a hand."
You swallow and look up from the ring into his beautiful face.
He chuckles again and says, "I didn't know when and how to ask you, I had thought of a thousand things but, I can't wait anymore. Since I've been wanting to ask you, all I can think about is your answer, and it's starting to drive me crazy"
"Yes"
"What?" he asks, puzzled.
"I say yes, I want to spend my life with you" you say almost breathlessly.
Gregor beams all over his face. He is a little shaky as he puts the ring on you.
"It's beautiful," you say dreamily, looking at your hand.
"Then it suits you perfectly," Gregor remarks.
You laugh and kiss his chin as he leans toward you.
"Mesh'la?"
"Yes?"
"Do you have any room in this tub for me?"
You smirk and say, "Always."
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The sexual/sensual coding in Aaravos and Viren's interactions: The Sequel
Also known as "Why I don't like the revelation in s5."
Trigger warning--This discussion is going to mention manipulation/coercion, homophobic stereotypes, and sexually-charged abusive/invasive behavior under the read more so please proceed with caution.
Alrighty so before I start talking about tdp s5's major reveal in the Viren + Aaravos relationship I'd like to discuss the interactions they had with each other before and after the reveal and my thoughts on them. Here we go:
First thing I'd like to note is that Aaravos is still showing the creepy, invasive behavior that concerned me in my original post. Throughout the scene he and Viren share he:
Touches Viren
Invades Viren's space
And manipulates/controls Viren's body
And in addition to controlling Viren's body, we've also find out that Aaravos can straight up move Viren's very soul if he wants.
And like I addressed in my previous post, he does all of this without asking for Viren's permission and/or showing any care for Viren's wishes--hell, he explicitly ignores Viren when the latter says he doesn't want to be in the prison with him.
That being said, these actions alone aren't the most concerning issue for me; that isn't to say that they're not concerning to me all, but it's nothing that hasn't been done before in their relationship--it's nothing new is what I'm trying to say.
However, the revelation about Sir Sparklepuff being their child is new--and imo it adds a whole new level of creepiness to the relationship.
Allow me to rehash what went down a bit:
Aaravos reveals to Viren that in order for his resurrection to be permanent, he needs to preform a spell that requires the "blood of his child"--Viren protests and claims that he'd never sacrifice his children.
Aaravos responds that he never expected him to hurt Claudia or Soren and reveals that he has a third child he can use--
Viren is confused and claims he doesn't have any other children--then Aaravos reveals that Sir Sparklepuff is his and Aaravos' child
He tells Viren that Sir Sparklepuff is there for him to use for the spell and that he will teach Viren how to use his "living essence" to reclaim both his life and his "future."
There's a lot (and I mean A LOT) of things about this scene/reveal that worry me; I'll try to sum it up neatly, but it's probably going to be pretty lengthy regardless. Here we go:
Concern 1) Viren had no idea that Sir Sparklepuff with his child, but Aaravos did
No matter how many angles I try to see it from, this feels violating to me; considering how Viren didn't know what the spell would do and how desperate he was at the time, his willingness to perform the original spell is dubious enough already--to then have it revealed that the spell produced a child that's biologically his really disturbs me. It might just be my opinion, but I feel that it adds a level of predatory to Aaravos that's unnecessary at best and horrifying at worst.
Concern 2) The lengths Aaravos has gone to keep Viren alive (and presumedly on his side).
This includes:
a) Telling Claudia the spell that would resurrect Viren.
b) Preserving Viren's body for 2 years while Claudia gathered everything necessary
c) When they first met, he chose a spell that would create a being that would not only allow them to communicate, but could also be used to resurrect Viren if the need arose.
Now assuming the writers planned this all from the beginning (I have my doubts, ngl) this shows a great deal of effort and premeditation on Aaravos's part to make sure Viren sticks around--whatever his plans may be, Viren must play a pretty big role in them or else he would have just moved on when Viren died the first time. (It's either that or he has some strange sort of fondness for Viren, which leads me to Concern # 3)
Concern 3) As of now, we have absolutely no info about how their relationship is going to be portrayed going forward
While Viren's fate is a bit ambiguous at the end of s5, I'm 90% confident that he's going to live through s6 in one way or another and assuming I'm right and that happens, there are a few paths the writers could take in how they depict the relationship
Option A) They sweep everything under the rug and pretend the sexual coding in the relationship never existed.
Option B) They portray Aaravos as a complete monster who was just using Viren for one thing or another and has now discarded him since he got what he wanted from him.
Option C) They portray Aaravos as having some dark sort of attachment to Viren--one that won't allow him to let Viren "leave him"
All these possibilities are iffy imho, but I'm honestly not sure which would be worse.
Going with Option A feels lazy--like the writers don't want to deal with the dark themes they chose to put in and decided to take the easy out.
(Granted, it wouldn't be the first time the show has dropped important plot points/developments--no one seems to have found out that Viren and Aaravos sent the assassins at the end of s2, for example--but it would still feel cowardly to me)
Going with Options B or C both feel gross--with Option B it feels like Aaravos would be the epitome of the Predatory Queer-Coded Villain--he would have effectively used and abused Viren in a violating way (i.e coerced/forced him to bear their child) and abandoned him once he was done with him. It would be pretty hard to make a case for him having a "kind side" after that.
That being said, Option C isn't really any better--Aarvos would still be following the "Predatory Villain" stereotype, the only difference would be that he'd fall more into the role of an abusive partner than the "pure evil" role that some older queer-coded villains were placed in.
TLDR: I don't like the revelation of Sir Sparklepuff being Viren and Aaravos' child because I feel it follows the reoccurring theme of possessive/violating actions from Aaravos toward Viren that I've worried about all the way back in s3.
#tdp critical#manipulation tw#coercion tw#like I said in my first post on this subject I know their relationship was never healthy#but they didn't have to go this route#to be clear this isn't me judging anybody who likes this twist or anything#I'm just giving my 2 cents#TNC analyzes cartoons#TNC theorizes#Writing this felt like being in The Twilight Zone#I started remembering all the emotions I felt after s3 was released/when I wrote Part One#It was weird but also kind of nostalgic#upcoming tags added after I mulled over my thoughts some more#if I'm honest I'm not worried ONLY about what's going to happen to Viren's character in future seasons#I'm also worried about AARAVOS'S character too--namely that he doesn't HAVE much of character outside of this relationship#we know next to nothing about him#and what we DO know feels 2-dimensional (and pretty iffy)#I'm honestly not terribly confident that they'll be able to change that and develop him too much in the 2 remaining seasons
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Lovely Doll (๑>◡<๑)
Shu Itsuki x Doll-like!Reader
Gender neutral <3
INFO: my, my… aren’t you just like a doll? So delicate and curious… perfect for your dear Shu Itsuki!
WARNINGS: well, a lot of swearing on my part. Also an unnecessary amount of emojis but I’m not changing it
CHARACTERS: Shu Itsuki
OKAY FUCKING FIRST OF ALL???
HE WOULD LOVE TO DRESS YOU UP
Make you look all cute n shit 🙄🙄🙄
Would 100% make you the most extravagant clothes for matching outfits
he loves seeing his ideas come to life in the form of you !!!
he’s just like
enamored by you
literally it doesn’t matter what you look like he thinks ur so elegant and cute and lovely (he would never say this out loud, he’d rather die.)
you are a spoiled ass darling
shu would spend his life’s savings on you 😔👍
makes sure every thing is easy for you and no one causes you trouble
shopping? you sure as hell ain’t carrying the bag
someone looked at you weird? fuming in his seat
even if sometimes he says mean things, you know him well enough to know he doesn’t mean it one bit
even when he nitpicks at tiny things like “ur shirt is wrinkled” and “fix your posture” he’s doing it because he cares 💀💀💀 i promise he loves you lots and lots !!
i think he’s so subconsciously whipped
Like he knows he likes you but omfg he doesn’t even realize how much he likes you.
And you sure as hell will never know it was him doing everything behind the scenes
secretive ass bitch 🙄 anyways
Valkyrie fashion show real 2022
The both of you + mika put on fashion shows frfr
AND YALL LOOK SO GOOD BYE
(At the grocery store)
Shu: we’re the best dressed mfs here
would pass out if you showed up to a Valkyrie live
i mean he just looks out at the crowd and sees your cherubic face painted with a smile-
he’s dead
deceased
no longer here
would fr be doing the MOST if you’re there
sings his pretty little heart out just for you and only you….
AAAA he loves when you praise him
after a show i feel like he’d be subconsciously looking for you so he can hear you tell him how good he did!!
he just wants to look good for you !!
but be fucking fr he always looks good so… 💗
honestly, if u came up to him after a live and just pet his head and showered him with praise I think he would just implode
^^^ adores it tho
^^^^ he also adores you
that was already established tho
anyways 😭
A/N: lord help me I can’t stop thinking about this pink haired bitch (he’s a little ooc in some spots since this is my first time writing him 💀)
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Hello! Could I get a Tokyo Revengers & BHA Matchup please?
I’m 23, she/they, 5’4, & ISTP
Pros? I’d say I’m playful, weird sense of humour, talkative, loyal as a dog, great listener, I smile a lot (while ironically having a resting bitch face), sarcastic, and most would probably describe me as either adorable yet cursed or adorably cursed. I’m definitely not a stranger to being called a cryptid lol
Neutral? I’m very sensitive, socially awkward, tend to ramble a lot, I can be a bit of a pack rat (I tend to keep a lot of unnecessary things either out of sentimental value or just cause it think it’s neat even if other people think it’s just junk 🤷🏾♀️), and am a bit of a perfectionist (but only towards myself).
Cons? I’m shy, anxious, a little clumsy, stubborn, non-confrontational (unless truly needed which I go kinda overkill sometimes), and can be petty/passive-aggressive
Likes/Hobbies: Playing bass, secondhand shopping, DIY projects, music, art, photography, and horror movies
Dislikes: Being underestimated, my passions/interests being mocked, being interrupted, and...country music? 🤷🏾♀️
Fun facts about me:
* Sometimes I write music (mainly just basslines though)
* I once accidentally won an art show (Yes I do mean accidentally. Long story)
* Erm…I used to work at a daycare?
* I once took a trip to Spain and joined a weed club 😎🤙🍃
And I know it’s not necessary, but I also included a pic of myself just in case it’s helpful!
Hope that’s enough info. Thanks in advance!
A/n: Hello, I hope you are having a great day. May I ask how you accidently win an art show? Also you are adorable. Anyway here’s your match up, I hope you enjoy. And remember to hydrate or diedrate.
Tokyo Revengers: Takashi Mitsuya
Mitsuya is the kind of guy who seems super serious with people who look up to him, but when he’s around close friends and doesn’t have to be perfect he kinda becomes you weird
He would be down to listen to you talk about whatever you’re working on, whether it’s a bassline or a diy you wanted to try
Loves to go with you secondhand shopping because he can get ideas and even material for new designs
Asks for your help with taking pictures of his creations when he finally finds someone to model them
I feel he is also a perfectionist so he understands want everything to be just right, he also knows how to help you take a step back and then look at the project from a fresh pair of eyes later on
If you’re having an off day and he picks up on it don’t worry about being petty or passive aggressive, he’s used to it. Afterall he has been taking care of his sisters and children are the epitome of petty
If you’re feeling anxious he is always there to talk about it, or just comfort you however you need him to
My Hero Academia: Denki Kaminari
Denki loves your sense of humor though he doesn't always understand the sarcasm
He loves to listen to you ramble on about whatever topic has you going this time
Wants to learn how to do diy’s because damn that’s cool
If you want to watch a horror movie he is down for it just be warned he will likely scream
Will set up times for the two of you to just chill and listen to music and if you want to play him some music you wrote, you better have it recorded because he’s playing it for everyone
I can imagine you guys working together to bug Bakugo as well, like sending cursed memes, not different ones though, the same one over and over at random times to the point he makes Denki short circuit
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dyslexic and swedish, expect most of my posts to have spelling errors <3
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-> blinkies, userboxes & more unnecessary info below
i post about almost all of the members of each smp so this isn't a cc specific blog however, i do often cycle through fixations on different people
that being said, iskall is a pretty cool guy (im super normal about him actually. like super-duper-never-seen-before normal about him. yeah.)
—fun info;
i've been a casual hermitcraft viewer for quite some time before i actually joined the fandom space
im a long-time viewer of geminitay, a big fan of her singleplayer series and she's the reason why i got into hermitcraft in the first place! :D
i've had mcyt as my special interest for a decade. which is. crazy?? to me. i started watching swedish mcyt (dualdgaming & stamsite... ough. childhood) back in late 2012 and just never looked back
martyn has the best traffic pov
i love singing and music a lot! it's big soft spot for me
love me some eldritch horror keralis
BIG fan of other people's laughs
beloved mutuals (and bdubs) turned me into an ethogirl
hermitcraft season 8 & last life enthusiast
—fyi;
i rb shipping from time to time. it’s always tagged!
no nsfw but i will rb suggestive posts sometimes that are also tagged as such
i have periods where i thirst post a lot and i do apologize but i have warned you
as u probably can tell: yes i like to infodump & spend time on pretty posts
i'm a heavy tag user! i use my own blog as an archive but i also talk a lot in the tags (archive tags currently on hold)
gtws blinkie / userbox [1] [2] [3] / tumblr meme [1] [2] [3] [4]
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Main introduction part!! 📜
★ about meee!! ★
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Hii!!
I'm a textile-worker student in Hungary. I speak English as well. ::-)
I joined Tumblr in 2022. (October). <3
I'm into arts, listening to music, reading, playing games and watching films, series! 🫨
I'm an emoji and GIF maniac, just ignore it. 🥰
I'm a clingy, cringy, weird worrywart isfp girl. Usual Hungarian pessimism hit me too early. (4th grade)
I have 0 logic in me, please don't look for it. No thoughts, head empty. 🫥
I'm TERRIFIED of the dark and jumpscares since I was like 8. live laugh love FNaF
I love dubs, i'm also interested in voice acting. 🎙️
I draw in Ibispaint X, but I also have traditional works. I study art in general, and I also learn typology.
I also adore Hungarian films. <3
(i don't know what you mean by they are horrible)
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Typology, astrology!! 🌌
★ woooohhh check it ooooutttt ::-o ★
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I study typology at home (only for fun). Here are my personality types!!
isfp, 7w6, 749, sp/so/sx, rcuai, eii, elvf, phlegmatic-melancholic, if(s), lawful good, aweg
My astrological signs:
☀️ — cancer
🌙 — pisces
🫂 (ascendant) — virgo
(july 22nd)
🇨🇳 — rat
I'm a spiritualist and pacifist!! 🤍☮️
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My favourites!! 🤍
★ YOU WANT A PIZZA THE ACTIO- ★
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My favourite singer is Meanie Martinez, my favourite bands are Carson Coma, Corvina, Quimby. I also listen to The Stupendium, love their content. <33
I mostly listen pop, retro, electropop, indie and pop-rock.
My favourite films and series are...
Bicentennial Man
Supernova (2020)
The Electrical Life Of Louis Wain
After Yang
Spider-Verse trilogy (although the third film is still WIP (work in progress))
Zanox — Kockázatok és mellékhatások
Űrpiknik
Made in Hungária
A Pál utcai fiúk
Jumanji films
Bridget Jones films
Kingsman films
Alice In Wonderland/Alice Through The Looking Glass
Miraculous
Our Flag Means Death
Dead End: Paranormal Park
The Amazing Digital Circus
Heartstopper/Fülig beléd zúgtam
The Music Freaks
Danganronpa (only seen the 1st season)
BNHA/MHA (only seen the 1st season)
Ore Monogatari!! (My Love Story!!)
Moral Orel
My favourite actors are Robin Williams, Rhys Darby and Colin Firth. 😔✌🏽
Some games I'm interested in:
FNaF
Stardew Valley
Pony Town
DDLC
Baldi's Basics
Sims series
Paralives
Visual Novels (mostly otome and BL ones, like My Candy Love)
Papa Louie series
Fallen London
aaand many more!! <33
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Where to FIND ME 🔎
★ five nights at freddy's pizzeria ★
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I also write in Wattpad (mamorosmalna), I only have Hungarian stuff there.
If you want to check out MORE of my English posts, you can go on my Instagram (mamorosmalnarts), my Pinterest (takacstamii/takacstamcsii). Orrr Twitter (X ☠️). Oooorrr a looooot of sites actually.. 😬
Feel free to reply to my posts, and have questions, I gladly write answers to anyone. <3
Please respect my personal space and boundaries tho. (ofc) ::-)
I try to be as kind as possible to You guys!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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WARNINGS ⚠️
★ please read it!! it's important! ★
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Please DNI if you are homophobic, racist, pedophilic, a zoophile!! I don't tolerate these kind of people. ::-[
I do not accept any kind of hate speech in my pages!! Please don't leave unpolite and unnecessary negative comments without any manners!
Respect everyone, their opinions and their personal boundaries!!
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Gender identity, sexuality, names, pronouns info!! 🤓
★ I'm the globglogabgalab ★
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Names: Málna/Málnus/Raspy/Szabi, Tami/Tamcsi/Tammy (none of these are my real names!!) 🤍
I don't mind being called [my current username]! ^_^
Gender: cis female ♀️
Pronouns: she/her/hers ♪
Sexuality: asexual, heteroromantic 🖤🩶🤍💜
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Your daily message!! 💓
★ lol — lots of love <3 ★
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I really really really love You all!! Have lovely day and take care!! Drink water, eat, and relax, You're doing absolutely great!! You deserve the best things!! Do what You love! <33
You are amazing and doing really well! I'm proud of You. ♡ *｡.
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xoxo 💋
#introduction#my interests#about me#hello world!!#edited intro yaaaaasss#stardew valley#paul street boys#puf#the paul street boys#idk#stardew#carson coma#kingsman#i love you all <3#spiderverse#spider-verse#hi#.... hi *pulls out ukulele*
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“DON’T CAUSE ME TROUBLE.” ⬎
PLANET LAW I. while i do write fluff, angst, and whatever else comes to mind, 9 times out of 10, it'll be nsfw/suggestive. if that makes you uncomfortable in any way, dni! if you are a minor or an ageless blog, dni! if you see the content warnings i have for a oneshot or ideas hinted at the beginning of the drabble and continute to read despite it not being something you like, that’s on YOU. if you’re underage and continue to read something you know you should, that’s on YOU. i can’t go through and check everyone.
PLANET LAW II. the #1 most important law, DNI if you’re any of the following (will be added to accordingly): homophobic or hold any hate towards the LBGTQ community, racist, nonsupportive of black writers (as a black write myself, keep it cute), sexism, zionist, etcc
PLANET LAW III. call it what you will, but i DON’T DO amab, male y/ns, ocs, or ships. i've never written that before and don't really wish to start now. also, unless stated or requested, most of my writing will be au’s and specific features on the reader aside from the occasional women’s body descriptions won’t be described.
PLANET LAW IV. yes, a lot of my shit is song inspired, i spend majority of my time with headphones in.
PLANET LAW V. as a student and an athlete, there won't be some consistent, weekly schedule, but i'll write as much as my schedule allows me. this also means that i'll get to any requests as soon as i can!
PLANET LAW VI. since we’re on the topic of requests, requests are always open, i love new ideas! HOWEVER if i don’t know how to write it, there isn’t enough info and your user isn’t tagged for me to ask about it, or it makes me uncomfortable in anyway, it won't be written.
PLANET LAW VII. the 2nd most important law, do NOT ask me to write any of the following (will be added to accordingly): illegal age gaps/pedophilia, abuse or hints of it of any kind, real people, anything other than fluff or angst for underage characters that don’t have a timeskip made by the creator the anime, anything nonconsensual or forced whether it’s sex or intoxication, omniverse, knotting, or wtv that animal shit is, incest of ANY kind (no step siblings, blood relatives, or cousins shit over here), pegging, race play, kinks along the lines of scat/piss play, etcc
PLANET LAW VIII. following up on request, this is a multifandom acc so i don't only write for the listed fanfics or characters in my m.list, just ask and if i know the anime/show or character, i don't mind! i also write about male & female characters so do with that as you please.
PLANET LAW IX. do NOT be rude in my messages, comments, or ask box because i won't hesitate to block. do not critique my writing, it’s unnecessary. do it yourself if you don’t like the way i’m doing it.
PLANET LAW X. more may be added in the future, but this is it for the most part! have fun, and enjoy your stay at. . .
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Moon Phase Series - Waxing Crescent
Summary: Moments in the life of the Moon Knight system.
I don't know how many chapters this will be. Not really connected so if you pick one up randomly you should be fine. Mostly feel good, maybe a little sad, maybe a little comfort. I wanted to explore little moments of them just being.
Warning: None yet.
Word Count: 932
Part 2: Simple problems. Grocery shopping can be a nightmare for any neurodivergent. Good thing this is not just any single Neurodivergent, but three. How does anything get done around here?
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Sometimes it was easy for Steven to forget to do things.
At work, he used to get distracted by any new exhibit or display. He would walk by and notice a new plaque or new stand and immediately do a 180 to go investigate. First judging the display itself, taking in the location in relation to foot traffic and visibility, then he would take in the item of choice. Lastly, he would read the information plaque and judge it heavily to see if it gave enough info (it never did) or if it contained any typo errors or factual errors.
By the time he was done analyzing the new item, he had forgotten why he was going that way to begin with and have to start his journey over again.
Steven learned to make lists for important outings. Lists of places he needed to go and lists of things he needed to do at said places. Once done, he could check them off and feel accomplished.
Marc did not make lists. Marc would focus on one important task at a time. He would mutter to himself “Bank” in the most assertive tone and then leave the apartment as if he was setting out on a tactical mission.
Once the mission was done, he would return to the apartment to reset his mind and prepare for the next task. This resulted in many many unnecessary trips. If the mission needed more than one task, like a grocery store, he would become overwhelmed in what was presented to him versus what was actually needed. This often meant he would set out for orange juice and return with a bag of chips.
Of the three, Jake was the most organized. He made lists of all the things needed and would leave the apartment whistling a calming tune. He saw the world as a driving map and knew the layout in his head. He would plot out the best route to take, the fastest route if there were more than one location, and all the possible shortcuts should the need arise.
However, there were some things that Jake could not prepare for. Road closures and traffic jams always left him feeling irritated. He also never seemed to remember holidays and would often get to the store to find it closed.
The most frustrating outing was when the grocery store was undergoing revisions and everything in the store had been moved around. The bread was no longer in aisle 14 and a familiar gap between aisles was now blocked by a row of fruit.
When Jake became frustrated, it was fairly common for him to respond in one of two ways:
He would give up and go home. If he didn’t leave right then and there, he was likely to lose his temper and then no one would be happy.
He would decide he was done fronting for the day and shove someone else in place without so much as a how do you do, often leaving that person having no idea why they were suddenly standing in the bread aisle holding a bag of potatoes.
If they were lucky, Steven would be the one to take front, see the shopping list, and go about finding the rest of the list. It would take him far far longer than Jake would have, but it would get done.
If they were unlucky, Marc would be shoved to the front and stubbornly refuse to ask anyone for help. He would shove the list in a pocket and wander around the store picking random items that caught his attention and then they would go home with nothing that was needed, but a lot of items that no one actually wants.
If they were very unlucky, Jake would have already lost his temper before pushing Marc to the front. Marc would already be in a bad mood and decide he was tired of Jake always shoving him into these types of situations and attempt to force Jake to finish the job. Steven, who would have been up all night studying his current fixation, would attempt to co-front in an effort to actually go home with the items that he really wanted, but the lack of sleep would only make the situation that much more confusing.
This particular occurrence results in a two hour meltdown of them standing in the frozen section while Steven pleaded for them to just let him buy the bag of vegan burgers while Marc and Jake argued about the location of items they did and did not need.
After that escapade, Layla introduced them to pre purchasing items online and picking them up in store. An agreement was made that Steven would order the items if Jake would pick them up. Marc was not to touch the computer as he tended to be won over by the many ads for bulk purchases. This was the reason for the gallon of mayonnaise that was currently in the cupboard.
Of course there were still problems now and then, like Jake not wanting to front that day and leaving Steven and Marc to get the items, or the time that they found the order full of novelty items that Steven had decided he really wanted. Or the time Marc had insisted that the ten packs of steaks was too good a deal to pass up.
With the groceries more or less taken care of, the next obstacle was trying to keep Steven from visiting the new bookstore down the street every day.
They were not winning that fight.
#Moon Knight#Moon Knight fic#Short fic#Marc Spector#Steven Grant#Jake Lockely#Look those bulk deals are so very tempting#they don't even eat mayonase#Steven kept the jar to shame Marc#Narrator fic
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what's this i hear about an imagined timeline for light fingers?? 👀
uh
this ended up being quite long lol. This is basically a summary of light fingers + my commentary, and a few places where i've made minor plot changes. had a lot of fun typing it up.
warnings for a) spoilers and b) this is about light fingers
under cut because of the length
My version of the story begins in 1898, when Alex, my light fingers PC descends to the neath alongside two of my other fl characters. (anyone who knows me, knows who Alex is lol), sometime in February. Imagine the general plot takes abouuuuut a year and a bit give or take. Alex doesn’t begin the Light fingers plot until after being in the neath for a month or two as well (shadowy myn)
Also gonna be upfront: Don’t like the beginning of Light Fingers lmao. Some parts of it are just unnecessary and never come up again esp in regards to the music hall singer. (The earlier stuff comes across to me like they had a few scenes written and then just mashed stuff together to connect them tbh). I ignore a fair bit of that stuff in my ponderings, since the plot didnt explore it and I don’t feel a need to.
( I think from a writing perspective it could have been neat to actually have the player meet up with the music hall singer sooner and cross notes instead of the long search. Have a text option of how much the player actually knew her on the surface, affecting a bit of the flavour text later on depending on the choice. Talk more about Whats Going On, exchange info, and perhaps learn about her searching for Clara earlier? Before the lead up to her going missing at the violent scene and leading to the part with the bethlem? Though that part was also written weirdly like, what was going on with the manager, this seems like remnants before he was more established as a character- ok no no back on topic XD Food for thought tho). Anyway, I think that part of the story probably takes a few weeks, maybe a month or so. The following time of tracking down Edward and all that nonsense in the lead up to the orphanage would be another two weeks.
The actual process inside the orphanage and the searching would probably only be a few days…. But there’s the whole ‘buried alive section’, which makes it longer. I’ve talked about my rewrite idea for that before. And then BOOM lighting the orphanage on fire. Still one of my favourite scenes.
And then the situation of Clara being at the players house. I have a very vague idea for reworking Clarabelle’s parts of the story to actually have her be a character rather then a set piece. I think the Acquaintance and conversations system we have in newer plots now would have been a Great idea there.
Letting her actually talk and do things would have been a major improvement without changing the plot. I think here would be a good first spot for a conversation- i don’t think the plot using the tea leaves as an excuse to not have a conversation is good. She would obviously be worried about her sister and clearly in a state of distress regardless. In my version Alex spends time talking to her and doing his best to help support before the bit of heading off to the university to the find the doctor.
The process of finding Dr Vaughan, zailing back and forth, bringing Clara, getting the items, etc. would be at least another few weeks if not months. And there’s the whole confrontation with Ed (Alex got some nasty bruises from that let me tell ya) and the ceiling part. Thankfully for me the story was already written when i got there, so i think in story the crew would only be there for a few weeks. This is another spot i think would be good to talk with Clara…. At least to establish more that she actually knows whats going on.
And then the establishment of the basecamp. This is where that conversation idea really forms. Once the team is settled and one gear for preparations, in my timeline there’s a lot more general Talking between everyone. By now i think the timeline would be into later summer
After that uhhhh well. The conversation with Fires is probably my favorite scene. What can I say but, Villains:™:. I’ve illustrated how that scene went on Alex’s part lmaooooo.
Oh another thing i have with a headcanon is that edward goes immediately to the fingerkings after fires tells him to go away. This is because we get the uh. Gift. of the skin immediately following that conversation and i believe that since if you side with the fingerkings you tear off and get your own skin from that, its a similar situation with Ed here.
Following that, the Hybrid is born in the fall (baby. My beloved child. I am so very fond of it.) Alex loved his kid immediately. I could say very much about the complexity of the situation for Alex, and the whole concept of breaking the cycle of abuse…..
I have less to say about the later plot stuff but also because I am getting tired lol. I think the time with the hybrids birth and raising it takes place over many months and takes the majority of time of the plot time tbh. All through the winter at the least. Introduce the baby to hanukkah.
It’s into the spring when the whole Big Final Confrontation happens. And the wedding too I suppose. And of course, Catboy hours. There is no reason why siding with the cats *shouldn’t* give you cat ears. I mean, Edward gets snake eyes, it’s only fair. So Alex is a catboy in parabola. For fun.
Now. You may wonder “Prophet, why would you choose to marry Poor Edward” and the answer is ‘because it was hilarious that it was an option’. And also I find yandere arcs in stories to be fun. We all know I have particular tastes lmao.
In terms of in character justification ehhhhh its a little loose. Part of it the sway of the dream, but I suppose Alex found it the least violent end. (Wasn’t like he intended on getting married to anyone else lmao). And whilst i’m quite light on the topic in jest a lot I um.
Okay part of the thing I think isn’t talked about with Edward is that its entirely nonconsensual on his part, right? Like yea okay, he does the pursuing and stuff but its not like he’s actually attracted to the pc, its all because of a drug. And we SAW just how much that stuff fucks with people’s heads back at the orphanage, people literally would bash their heads in over being separated from the object of their affection. Like. Idk it just seems more serious to me then just ‘rejecting the advances’ of someone. This is mutually nonconsensual in a way.
These are in no way his actual feelings. And like yea the dudes terrible and ‘deserves’ whatever is dealt to him or whatever, i’m not trying to woobify or anything, i dont care that much but. Idk regardless the nonconsensual aspects make it quite weird.
This is a thing that bothers me with the moon milk stuff a lot. For obvious reasons. I often feel like I’m the only person reading it this way sometimes… i saw someone describe the Evil Light Fingers ending as ‘not that bad’ and ‘there’s worse things in the game’ and im just like ????? okay thats subjective whatever but uh???? anyway. yeah ive talked about my discomfort with the moon milk stuff before
Anyway suffice to say I have complex thoughts on the matter which is a whole other post in and of itself.
So yeah anyway, end of spring, 1899 (the first one) when the hybrid is freed to the ceiling and everyone says there farewells. I love that ending scene so much ngl,,,, I love the baby so much I’ve said so before but i will say it AGAIN.
I still believe the team hangs out even after the plot. Alex goes to see Clara’s opera performances when he can, visits Heph in parabola when he’s doing silverer stuff (Alex becomes a silverer after LFs in response of all the weird dream stuff and wanting to have more control, and checks in on Dr Vaughan at the uni from time to time (I chose for her to stay in London, I don’t care much for the starved men as a concept tbh) .
Annnnnyway yeah thats the whole timeline of lightfingers + my thoughts on it. If you actually read this whole thing thank you for paying attention to me I appreciate it <3
#i was gonna write some more headcanons of the npcs ages and backgrounds i have#but this got very long so I'll save that for another post#...maybe i should make a directory for my light fingers meta lol#anyway thank you for the ask i love talking!!!!!#i get shy sharing my opinions but i really do love chatting with people#thanks for reading through if u do#prophet's fl nonsense#light fingers#oc: alex#asks
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⸻ “the wolf cries gold as the moon silently wanes. echoes of a silver kiss on cold skin. dreams of their intertwined fingers slip past the cracks of a nightmare.” - izzy m.
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ProfitDev Review - Not Recommended! (Mike & Radu)
Introduction
Welcome to my ProfitDev Review. Mike & Radu is the creator of the ProfitDev App. I’ll provide clean-shit info about ProfitDev App. Then you can make the right decision.
Honestly, I’m not satisfied with ProfitDev App.
If you ask me, Do you want to buy this app?
My Answer: NO.
I find out a lot of lacking in this app. Most importantly, you can’t make money using this software. Inside my ProfitDev Review, I’ll share everything step-by-step.
Actually, ProfitDev is a new mobile app maker. You can create and publish unlimited Done-For-You mobile apps for iOS & Android within a few minutes.
But, my objection is here, how you can use this app to make money? If any app or software, or system can’t make money then it’s 100% unnecessary.
Now, complete my ProfitDev Review and make the right decision.
Why Not Recommended (Top Reasons)
– This type of app has already been revealed but, no one gets results;
– This type f app doesn’t work as its promises;
– You can create Apps, it’s fine! But, who will convert your apps?
– Here is no built-in traffic exits. So, no ways to rank AppStore or Google Play Store;
– If you dens-ended on this type of app to send links and make sales then not possible.
– Like you, a lot of users use the same done-for-you template to create apps. So, no unique content is delivered by you.
– If you think hijacking other people’s content can make money then no one creates content by working hard.
– If you want to get full features then you have to buy all 8 Upgrades but, the results are big ZERO;
Do you want to save over $200 dollars? Then, DON’T take action. This type of scam app never helps you to make money. It’s not the real way to make money online. Then, no now work hard to make money. Don’t be a FOOL. It’s not black magic!
Working Process of ProfitDev
1 Step: Simply Login To Our Stunning Cloud-Based App!
(There is NOTHING for you to set up, configure, or any coding involved. No website or hosting is required either)
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(Use for yourself or clients: they’ve got over 30+ different niches covered & Commercial license is already built-in)
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(They’re the only app builder to get you published to the app stores! ProfitDev builds REAL mobile apps, not progressive web apps that open in Safari)
WARNING! If you creating an App is so simple then 100% of people can do it. If you want to get any easy online money solution then you never get it. These 3 FAKE steps can help you to create a 3RD CLASS appt but, it never provides any results for you.
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