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the-art-of-ancunin · 4 months

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The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 9]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Violence, violence against a child, mind manipulation, demeaning language, foul language, Astarion being fucking despicable.

Please let me know if there is anything that I missed!

Word Count: 3.2K

Astarion's dark silhouette cut through the fading light of twilight as he strode towards his looming palace, a foreboding structure against the deepening purple sky. With each step, a storm raged inside him, threatening to break free from its restraints. As he approached the stony facade of his sanctuary, the carefully crafted mask of calmness shattered, revealing the seething anger that had been building within him.

"Pathetic," he scoffed, his voice dripping with scorn as he thought of Gale. The wizard's audaciousness still burned in his mind like a festering wound. His crimson eyes blazed with fury, reflecting back the faint light from the torches that lined the palace corridor.

Mystra's Chosen? What a farce.

Moving towards Yuri's chamber, the man caught a faint sound - the meticulous scratching of a quill on parchment. His stride faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. The guard - a weak spawn lacking any of his master's grace or sharpness - stood at attention as Astarion approached.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice as cold and sharp as an icicle.

The spawn's eyes darted nervously, stuttering out a response that only fueled the vampire's rage. In one swift motion, his hand shot out and dug into the servant's face with his claws, eliciting a strangled cry.

"I asked you a question," Astarion growled, punctuating each word with a vicious twist.

"N-no, Master," came the choked reply.

With a disgusted shove, Astarion sent the man crashing to the ground, leaving behind bloody gashes on his pallid skin.

"Useless wretch," he seethed. "Get on your feet and fetch me something from storage. Prove to me that your existence here hasn't been an entire waste of my efforts."

"Of course, m-my Lord," the spawn gasped, scrambling to his feet and darting down the long corridor.

"Something young!" He called after the frightened man.

Astarion's attention snapped back to the door, his senses on high alert as he noticed the scratching noise had stopped. A cruel smile twisted his features; the little fool thought she could outsmart him, did she? He moved through the room like a shadow, his steps silent and calculated, until he stood beside her bed.

"Astarion," Yuri greeted with false warmth, attempting to hide the fear that radiated from her body, "How nice of you to pay me a visit."

"Yuri," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed venom as he took a seat at the edge of the mattress. His eyes roamed over her form like a predator stalking its prey before settling on her tense posture.

"You seem rather...," he purred, his gaze lingering on the hands that were folded neatly in her lap, "Anxious."

"Just a little surprised," she said softly, betraying her lie with a slight tremble in her voice. "You've been quite busy lately and I didn't know when I'd see you again."

"Ah, my apologies," he cooed with mock sincerity, his hand finding its way to her thigh and trailing upwards with deliberate slowness. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers lightly in a gentle kiss that held no real affection. His hand pressed further up her soft body until he found her wrist, coiling his fingers tightly around it as he lifted her ink-stained hand between them. A triumphant fire burned in his eyes.

"What a mess," he chided with false concern. "Whatever could have sullied your precious skin this way, my sweet?"

"It was an accident," she stammered, the fear in her voice evident as she tried to pull away from him. "I-I knocked into one of your display tables and...there was an inkpot and I tried to clean it up but...please, I'm sorry."

His hand closed around her wrist like a vise, pulling her forcefully towards him. Yuri could feel his intense gaze dissecting the bed in search of the elusive parchment he was convinced was nearby. She held her breath, knowing that he would not stop until he found it.

With a flick of his eyes to the bedside table, she felt her pulse quicken with panic. He reached out and opened the small drawer with practiced ease, revealing a tiny pad of parchment which he flipped through with calculated movements. His expression remained unreadable as he perused the pages, but Yuri could sense his satisfaction growing.

"Thieves' Cant...why am I not surprised?" His words were laced with amusement as he looked up at her with a knowing smile. "It suits you."

Yuri's silence hung heavily in the air, charged with unspoken secrets now laid bare between them. The glyphs of Thieves' Cant glared up at her like silent accusers, each stroke and curve a damning testament against her. A chill ran through her veins as the Sovereign's familiarity with the coded language became all too clear.

She fought to find words to defend herself, but they stuck in her throat like shards of glass. His smirk was sharp and dangerous, threatening to slice through the façade she had carefully crafted.

"Mmm," he purred almost affectionately, "You know, your... complexities run quite deeper than I expected."

Before she could form a response, a sudden knock on the door shattered the tense moment between them.

"Enter," Astarion commanded without taking his gaze off of her, leaving the woman to wonder how much longer she could keep her secrets hidden from him.

With a creak, the heavy door slowly swung open, revealing the spawn with a blood-soaked rag pressed against his cheek. Flanking him stood a young girl, her presence drawing a gasp from the Drow's lips. The child's eyes were a stark green, wide with fear and uncertainty. Astarion's sharp eyes briefly took in the girl's disheveled appearance, noting every detail of her torn clothing and bruised skin. The smell of fear and desperation hung heavily in the air. Yuri felt a shiver run down her spine at the cold calculation in Astarion's gaze - it was the predatory look that had always set her on edge, reminding her that there was nothing kind about this foul man.

"Yuri, do you object if I partake in a small repast?" He asked with mock civility.

"I..." Words failed to form on her trembling lips as shock and horror consumed her.

Astarion stood and sauntered towards the child, sending the spawn back to his post with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

"Your name, little one?" His voice was smooth like velvet but held an underlying steeliness that turned Yuri's stomach.

"Lenora," came the quivering reply.

"Hello, Lenora. My name is Astarion Ancunin, Vampire Ascendent and reigning monarch of Baldur’s Gate," he gestured grandly towards himself, "and that bewitching woman who graces my bed...her name is Yuri DeVir. Butcher of CalimKeep, Slayer of the Mad Mage, and my beautiful consort."

Astarion circled Lenora like a hawk eyeing its prey before the strike. His eyes glowed with an eerie light and with a gentle stoop, he locked eyes with the girl.

"Calm yourself," he whispered and Lenora's trembling subsided - not out of comfort but compelled obedience.

"Now, I'm quite famished...would you be so kind as to offer your neck to me, little one?" His voice was laced with hunger and false warmth.

"No!" Yuri's voice erupted from within, fueled by fury and fear. With a surge of adrenaline, she lunged from the bed towards Astarion, but his reflexes were not those of a mere elf. In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck with a vice-like grip and flung her back onto the bed.

“Behave yourself, dearest," The dark, gravelly sound of Astarion's warning sent ice coursing through her veins - his barbed words laced with a sinister promise, “Perhaps if you are a very, very good girl…maybe then I will consider not draining the brat dry.”

The girl before them trembled, baring her neck in forced submission as the vampire prepared to feast upon her lifeforce. As his sharp fangs pierced her skin, a cry of pain and fear echoed through the room, piercing the Drow's soul like a dagger. She could see Lyra, her beloved Mouse, superimposed on the young girl's terrified face. It was too much for her to bear.

"Enough!" she roared inwardly.

Outstretching her hand, a pulsating eldritch energy began to take form. She focused this surge of power that was coursing through her and willed the weapon that had once been bound to her soul to manifest. The air crackled, responding to her call, as the ether swirled and coalesced around her palm. There, shimmering with a strange blackened energy, the dark blade formed—a crystalline manifestation of her will.

With a primal growl, Yuri launched herself from the bed and charged towards Astarion. Her eyes burned with an unquenchable rage as she watched him feed from the young girl. Taking a fistful of his soft curls in her hand, the Drow pulled back forcefully, compelling his fangs to retreat from their gory meal and revealing the vulnerable flesh of his throat. In one swift movement, she pressed the razor-sharp edge of her blade against his skin, drawing a thin line of blood from the powerful vampire's neck.

A refreshing change of pace.

"Let her go, Astarion," Yuri spoke through clenched teeth, the glow of the weapon reflecting in her eyes. "Now."

Astarion’s fingers unfurled like pale petals as the child slipped from his icy embrace, the last tendril of his grip releasing into a gesture of faux surrender. He stood, arms slightly raised and palms facing outward, his head still tipped back to reveal the column of his throat. The deep red liquid of the child's blood painted a macabre smile upon his lips, trickling down his chin in rivulets that dripped onto his neck's alabaster canvas.

"Run," Yuri hissed through clenched teeth, her voice low and menacing, the blade in her hand a mere whisper away from rending Astarion’s flesh. The girl, truly just a small wisp of a thing with wide eyes reflecting knowledge of a world far too cruel, didn't hesitate. Her small feet padded against the stone floor, a quiet echo as she vanished into the shadows.

"Should your brood dare lay another finger on her," She warned, her gaze piercing into the spawn who had brought the child into this living nightmare, "I'll carve a path of destruction so vast, not even the gods will be able to recognize your sundered remains."

The man stood frozen near the doorway, looking on as though he had found himself caught in an invisible web, his eyes flitting between Yuri’s intense glare and his Master’s disarmingly calm demeanor. A tremor of fear betrayed him, a subtle quiver in his stance that spoke volumes of the horror he fully believed she could unleash.

"Your Ladyship presents quite the compelling argument," Astarion remarked, the edges of his mouth curling into a grin that held the echoes of a thousand unsaid thoughts. His amusement was evident in every curve of his lips, stained with the innocent blood of a child.

"M-master?" The spawn's voice cracked, uncertainty lacing the single word as he sought guidance from the high-elf before him.

"Everything is fine," The Ascendent drawled, his tone soothing yet laced with an authority that left no room for discourse. "Leave us."

The spawn nodded once, a jerky, puppet-like motion, before backing away. He turned, nearly stumbling in his haste, and exited with the soft click of the door sealing shut behind him.

Astarion’s tongue clicked, a sound as sharp and precise as the gleam in his eyes. "My dearest Yuri," he purred, "aren't you just brimming with surprises?"

"Shut up," She hissed, her grip on the hilt of her blade tightening, pressing in just enough to draw another bead of blood from the shallow cut on his throat. It trickled down, a scarlet line stark against his porcelain skin.

Yet, Astarion laughed—a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the dimly lit chamber. "It's terribly rude," he mocked, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, "to come between a man and his dinner, you know."

"Rude?!" Yuri's voice was a storm, her anger crackling through the air around her. "That was a child, you fucking monster!"

"Tsk, Tsk . Such harsh words, my love." His tone was deceptively calm, but before she could retort, Astarion moved with supernatural swiftness. Her throat suddenly constricted under his iron grip, her own blade knocked away, skittering across the cold stone floor. His other hand pinned her against the wall, pressing her back with such force that the rough stones bit into her flesh. He pulled a dagger from his belt, its edge cold and menacing against her skin.

His face was no longer serene; it had twisted into an expression of unbridled fury. "Is that what you wish to see? A monster?" The words came out low and guttural. "I can oblige, my dear. But I shall warn you…you have never witnessed true evil - not in your entire miserable life."

The woman clawed at his arm, her eyes burning with defiance even as she struggled for breath. Then, spitting in his face, she snarled, "Ohh, I’ve seen evil, you pretentious fuck. I’ve been made to lay with monsters not even you could conjure up in that sickened mind. Funnily enough, they always seem to wear the skin of men like you."

His bitter smile was like a slash across his face. "There are no men like me."

"Please," She spat back, a harsh laugh escaping her lips as if the very idea was ludicrous. "There are always men like you—they're fucking everywhere ." She glared at him, her gaze unyielding.

"You think you’re special? That you alone understand the depths of the cruelty of this world?" Yuri's words were venomous darts, each one aimed to wound. "How foolish you are. Look outside yourself, you stupid man! Those living under your rule, those trapped within these walls... they too know what cruelty looks like."

She scoffed, the rage and disdain continuing to drip from her lips, "There is nothing special about you, Astarion. You are not unique. You are hardly even interesting . Tyranny is tyranny, no matter how you dress it."

In the intensity of their standoff, Astarion's grip faltered ever so slightly, his dagger still poised at her throat, yet something flickered across his features. Not quite doubt, but the shadow of a question that hadn't dared to surface until now. The flickering shadows danced off the walls, casting a ghostly pall over the chamber. Yuri's breath came in ragged gasps, her focus sharp as she scrutinized his eyes—those crimson pools that seemed to glow with malice as the silence between them stretched on for far too long.

"Did you really think you could hold me forever?" Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried a thread of steel.

The vampire sneered, tightening his grip on her, the blade at her throat promising silent oblivion. "You belong to me, Yuri. This defiance of yours is cute, but you will submit. Of that, I am certain."

But there... there was the falter, a brief slackening of his fingers, a lapse that might have been imperceptible to anyone who hadn't been studying every shift in his muscles, every twitch beneath his perfect pale skin. She seized the moment, twisting his wrist with a sudden burst of strength; the blade slipped away from her flesh. Sweeping her leg with precision honed by years of combat, the woman struck him hard between his legs.

Astarion's face contorted; his grasp loosened as he doubled over, his hands instinctively shielding himself. Yuri didn't waste a second. Her mind reached out to the dark energies that bound her blade to her will, and with a thought, the familiar hilt slammed into her palm.

"Far better men than you have tried," she hissed, slashing the air between them. The blade kissed his cheek, drawing blood—a shallow cut, but enough to mar his perfection.

He reeled back, fury igniting in his eyes.

"Insolent little bitch!" he roared, recovering with preternatural speed. His claws, those cruel extensions of his power, sunk deep into her shoulder like daggers of ice. She stifled a scream as he yanked her toward him, his other hand plunging a blade into her side with a viciousness that left her vision swimming.

"You will yield," He seethed through gritted teeth.

"Go to hell," She ground out, her pain fueling her resolve.

She clung to him not for support but to act as sort of anchor for her burgeoning power. Eldritch energy crackled around her fingertips, a manifestation of her fury. With a cry, she let go of the elf and unleashed it, blasting him backward through the air. His form smashed against the far wall, and for a heartbeat, the chamber fell silent save for the ragged breaths of captive and captor.

Yuri's side screamed in protest as she yanked his blade from her flesh, the metal slick with her own blood. But she couldn't—wouldn't—let it slow her down. Staggering to the door, she threw it open and stumbled into the corridor, the map etched into her memory guiding her frantic search for escape.

"Where do you think you're going?" Astarion shouted after her, venom dripping from each word.

"Somewhere you can't follow!" She spat back, her voice echoing as she sprinted toward freedom, the pain serving as a constant companion urging her onward as she approached the window that stood at the far end of the corridor. Every step was a promise to herself: she would not be a pawn in this man’s ghastly scheme, no matter how he hunted her.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the rain-splattered glass, the large window framing a somber cityscape swathed in shades of twilight and storm. The drumming of water against stone resonated with the tumultuous rhythm of her heart. She traced a finger down the cold pane, the droplets racing like the scattered thoughts she struggled to rein in.

The woman’s attention was briefly pulled away as she caught sight of the vampire emerging into the hallway from her peripheries. Their eyes met, two sets of orbs—lavender and crimson—locked in a silent battle. She could not help but to feel the weight of his stare, the predatory look that lingered behind his gaze. But she was no quarry to be hunted; she was a survivor; now and always.

With a swift incantation, "Veloce ventis!" She vanished from his sight, the spell carrying her out of her gilded prison and into the dark streets of Baldur’s Gate.

She reappeared in the labyrinthine alleyways below, the stench of the city—a blend of wet cobblestones, refuse, and the distant echo of despair—filling her senses. The freshness of the rain did little to cleanse the pervasive odor of urban decay. A stark difference to the relative warmth and comfort of Astarion’s palace, but at last…she was free. Now, she needed only to find her way out of the city, to lands beyond the vampire’s reach. Pressing onward, she promised once more to herself that she would return to her family. That she would be free and happy and live the life that she had already fought so hard for. She belonged to no one but herself, and she would fight with every fiber of her being to keep it that way.

A/N: She's out! She's out and about, motherfuckers! For how long, we shall see - this certainly wasn't how she had planned for things to go but he kind of forced her hand there a bit. Anyway, I did not get the chance to comb through this update quite as thoroughly as I would have liked to, so please let me know if I fucked up anywhere. At a cursory glance it looked alright to me, but I've been dealing with a cluster-headache for a few days now, so I don't exactly trust myself. Anyway, I hope this update finds you well, I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope your holiday was absolutely wonderful! If you're feeling extra generous, please feel free to leave me a reply, a private message, or whatever you'd like and I'll eat that shit up because I'll be honest, I'm deeply insecure when it comes to my work but fuck if I'm not gonna keep cranking it out anyway. Until next time! XoXo

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gigglymarvel · 1 year

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Why be Wary of the Witch? (Wanda x Reader)

Wanda accidentally scares the reader, making them panic and dash to their room. It’s Wanda’a mission to make them see that she’s not that scary. (Word count: 1465)

Wanda had been having a really rough time lately, everything was so overwhelming. She was trying to work out her frustrations in the gym, blasting music in her earbuds.

The witch couldn't escape the noise in her head, however, and eventually jumped off the equipment and sent it out the window, shattering both the equipment and the window. The redhead took a deep breath, and quickly brought the equipment back and repaired it with her magic as well as the window, but didn't realize someone had seen the whole thing.

You walked into the gym, casually getting ready for your daily workout before you froze. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene take place. Trembling, you looked between Wanda and the window, tears of fear filled your eyes before you dashed to your room.

The witch's heart sank as she took off after you, "Y/n!" She tried to call, but followed after you. However, you slammed your door shut and hid under the covers on your bed.

Wanda frowned, "Y/n?" She asked and knocked, "Y/n can I come in?" You flinched at the sound of her knocking, sniffling as you curled up under the covers even further.

"Y/n I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I should've handled myself better back there." Wanda tried, worried you thought she was a monster, "I won't force my way in, I'm gonna wait until you're ready," she said softly and slumped down by the door.

You whimpered and kept shaking. You weren’t used to Wanda anyway, as the two of you had never spent any one on one time together, but now you were a little frightened of her.

"Y/n I'm really sorry I scared you…I know we haven't had a chance to know eachother, but I'm not usually like this…" she tried, but you had convinced yourself she was scary, and had no intentions in leaving your cocoon anytime soon.

Wanda bit her lip and gently opened the door, "I'm coming in, I promise I won't hurt you," she said, loud enough for you to hear but with as soft a voice as she could.

You flinched when you heard the door open, sniffling as you clung to the covers. The witch's heart broke at your sniffles, "Oh Y/n," she said, gently sitting on the bed next to you and rubbing your back, or where she thought your back would be.

“Don’t hurt me!” You whimpered out and quickly shuffled away from Wanda, sniffling as you peered out at her from under the covers.

"Oh Y/n I would never hurt you," she said sincerely, "I'm so sorry for scaring you.." she tried, but you just remained silent and away from her, watching her every move.

She bit her lip, trying to think of ways to comfort you, when her hand landed on your side and she adjusted herself. You flinched at the sudden touch, moving away just a little bit more as you kept watching her, still afraid she was going to hurt you.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry did I pinch your side? Did I hurt you?" Wanda asked with genuine concern. You simply shook your head but moved to the other side of the bed, still making sure you could watch her closely.

One of your feet happened to stick out from the blanket and Wanda saw a little piece of fuzz between your toes, "Oh you have a fuzzy," she whispered. In her maternal nature she gently took your toes and pulled the fuzzy out from between them.

You flinched and snapped your feet back under the blanket, biting back your reaction from the feathery feeling between your toes.

Wanda again apologized, "Oh I'm sorry for scaring you.." but then she realized the way you flinched reminded her of when she was a kid with Pietro. "Y/n are you…ticklish?" She asked with the softest of smiles.

Your eyes widened at the sound of the dreaded t word, you wouldn’t think for a million years that Wanda would playfully attack you like that so you didn’t answer her question. You remained silent and as hidden as possible.

Wanda smiled fondly, "Uh oh, I hope not, I do love tickling my friends," she smiled fondly and playfully crawled her fingers up your covered torso, when she realized she could use her magic. Red gentle whisps surrounded you and floated through the blanket and into your tummy, ribs, and between your toes. "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Y/n,"

You gasped and wiggled around under the blanket, trying to slap the magic away whilst holding back your giggles.

"Awww you know you wanna laugh!" Wanda grinned and gently sent her magic up to float under your chin, a gentle tingling like nothing you'd felt which then traveled behind your ears and on your neck, only to suddenly feel like ticklish tornadoes in your armpits.

You slammed your arms down, squeezing them against your sides as you gently rolled off the bed, curling up next to it now.

"Awww hey, are you okay?" The witch held her hand out to help you up, "I'm sorry if that was too much," she said with a sweet smile. You looked up at her cautiously, choosing to get up yourself and hide back under the blanket.

The redhead bit her lip, but decided to try to be playful, "Uh oh, where did Y/n go?" She tried, "I can't seem to find her!"

You rolled your eyes, remaining hidden and silent, not quite sure where Wanda was going with this.

"Hmmm is she heeere?" She asked and shook a random part of the bed, "Nooo…is sheeee, heeere?" She asked and gently squeezed your side, making you flinch and gasp, biting your lip.

The redhead knew she had you and gently squeezed up and down your side, "I found her! I've got her! I've got her!" You whined in response, shuffling away again and making sure the blanket was glued to you at all times.

Wanda smiled, "You realize I could make that blanket come off you right?" She teased to see your reaction. Her suggestion making you blush a little as you kept clinging to the blanket just in case.

The witch saw the flush and flicked her hand, the blanket coming up off you as she fluttered into the back of your knees, "Uh oh I've goooot you!"

You flinched, trying not to giggle as you rolled onto your belly, refusing to look at Wanda. The redhead grinned, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" She said and skittered up the backs of your thighs and gently skittered into your sides.

You tried hard not to giggle as you kicked out, quickly covering your sides with your hands.

Wanda grinned and then shook your ribs and sent her magic to get your feet again, "Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo! I've got you Y/n!" She teases, making you whine and roll away, still hesitant around the witch.

She bit her lip, "I am truly sorry, I promise I'm not scary." She tried, you turned to look at her, shrugging casually with a small sniffle.

Opening her arms, the redhead scooted gently to you, rubbing your back, "I was very upset, having flashbacks," she said softly. You couldn’t help but tense up at the hug, nodding simply as you played with your fingers.

The witch felt your tension and gently fluttered your sides, "Hey, I promise you're safe with me tickle bug," she said and tried to lighten the mood again. You shrugged silently and flinched away, covering your sides with a sigh.

"What is it sweet girl?" She asked quietly, but you just played with your fingers, zoning out a little.

The witch wisped her magic around and tickled under your chin and pulled you into a tight hug, seeing what would happen if she gently shook your ribs.

You gasped, before squealing with hysterical giggles. “NEHEHEHEHAHAHAH!” You cackled out, pushing at her hands.

"Awww there's a laauuugh!" She smiled and shook in gently, "How cuuuuute! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!"

Shaking your head helplessly, you slammed your arms down against your sides, blushing madly as you wiggled from side to side. “Wahahahnda!”

“Yes?" She smiled and finally let you breath, hugging you tightly, making you blush and shyly hug her back now you were feeling comfortable enough to do so.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked and tickled under your chin, smiling as you melted into the feeling and nodded in the response.

“Y-yeah… thank you.”

"You're such a sweetheart, I'm sorry again for scaring you," the witch smiled and hugged you close so you could hear her heartbeat.

You melted further into her, feeling your eyes flutter closed, feeling relaxed around her for the very first time. Finally, your friendship was beginning to blossom.

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atxxzist · 8 months

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broken | c.s (final) preview

series m.list

pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 1.4k

dear y/n,

i am finally writing this letter. i’ve sat down many times attempting to do so, sometimes barely able to get through the first line and sometimes i’ll read the first paragraph i wrote only to throw it away, completely unsatisfied. but it’s been four years–at least at the time that i’m writing this–that i’ve last seen you. four years since we saw each other and we probably won’t for a very long time, if ever.

it would be a miracle for me if i was to ever cross paths with you even just one more time, but it would be a tragedy for you because i’d like to think fate wouldn’t be so cruel to put you through that. so i write this letter with the thought that you would most likely never see it, but i did promise myself that if fate really is that cruel and we were to cross paths again, i would give it to you. it’s a bit selfish of me, but it’s because i know the chance of ever seeing you again is close to none. but it’s also everything i’ve ever wanted to tell you; say to you. i want to apologize sincerely, even though it’s a little too late. in a way, this letter is also an outlet for me and my thoughts.

it’s been about a year since i’ve graduated and around this time of the year, i always get a little sentimental. could be because i’m so far away from home so it’s only natural, but i know it’s because it’s summer and i tend to associate the season with you. we did a lot together and you opened some parts of me i couldn’t say or admit at the time.

you would always used to tell me to just try whenever i didn’t see the worth in doing something and i honestly just dismissed it because it sounded silly and quite cliche. i thought it was ironic coming from someone so shy and timid who always looked at the world with so much fear in her eyes. now, i’m starting to understand the amount of courage it must've taken you to even go out of your comfort zone. i realized, i was so much of a coward in comparison despite thinking i was the hottest shit at the time.

i always ran, but you never did. i was so scared of anything new and unfamiliar but you always faced them even when there's a likely chance of failure. i treated you like shit and you still wanted to love me. i think about it often... why are you this way? but i won't ever know because i never put in the efforts to get to know you beyond what you could offer me. you always asked about me but i never did the same in return.

if i could redo everything, i would want to hear your story. i would love to read anything you write. i said i would, but i never did.

i'm in the states, i'm sure somewhat and somehow you probably already know that (or you probably don't because you don't care anymore, which is fair). i left right before the start of the second semester during sophomore year. it was a big decision for sure, but i needed the change. things were already getting stale and repetitive, and you know me... i am not one to stick in one place for too long. i will always run, and so i ran to the states to live with my sister.

other than the fact i was born there and half of my family resides there, at that point, there was nothing left for me in korea. i didn't have much to lose if i were to fly across an ocean and start anew.

wooyoung had already cut contact with me by then and any friends close to genuine i've ever had were all from associations with him. soon after, i realized anyone i still talked to were all phonies who i only hung around during parties and stupid rendezvous, with the exception of jongho. he got into yonsei, by the way. if you didn't see him pestering you on campus, you probably already picked that up. he sent me a message a few months ago to come back and attend his graduation but i told him to fuck off because he didn't attend mine either. good for him, though. he's a smart kid.

but yeah. wooyoung's a good person even if he grew up privileged. it's what makes him such a people magnet. he was the most genuine friend i've ever had and the one who stuck by me for the longest. i really took him for granted and it only hit me when i lost him.

you are fortunate to have someone like mingi and yunho who seems very protective. i was a little scared when wooyoung warned me about mingi because he threatened to knock me out if he ever sees me. he's much taller than me, so i don't doubt it.

i know i sound miserable so far, but i am actually doing pretty okay... unfortunately. you probably don't want to hear that and wish i was suffering, but i've suffered for maybe two and a half years before i finally felt somewhat content and okay, if that will make you feel any better.

the states is different and the people are as well. i've got to experience a lot of new things for a change.

when i transferred, i still didn't know what to do. the clock was ticking and there was only so little time before i had to pick a field. i ended up going into dance performance, and of course i thought of you. when i found a passion for it again, i thought of you. and when i graduated last year with a fine arts degree, i thought of you... all because i knew you would be the happiest to hear about it.

whenever anyone asked me why i don't want to come back home, i would always tell them what i told you: because there's nothing left there for me. but one of the biggest reasons why i didn't want to come back was because it reminded me of you too much. that, coupled with other factors, just makes it so much harder for me to want to return. it feels like reopening old emotional wounds that i have no one else to blame for but myself.

but my junior year, i met someone named yeonjun because we shared the same major. i get nostalgic sometimes because he often reminded me of wooyoung. speaking of wooyoung again, i sent him a similar letter but in email form a while ago, though not as long, and he said he was happy to hear from me again. i wasn't sure if he was going to reply at all because it was an old email and i assumed he probably wanted nothing to do with me and that was official. but he replied pretty fast and said if i ever returned to korea, he doesn't mind catching up. he went into business and said it's something he actually really enjoys.

yeonjun is cool though, and like a less annoying version of wooyoung. he was also a transfer but had been here longer than i have. he met his girlfriend online who's living in south korea and so after he graduated, he went back right away and said he was going to attempt to open his own studio. just about a month ago, he called me and said it's almost done and he would be recruiting. he wants me to come back and help him and i've been giving it some consideration because i'm not doing much here back at the states either.

i was hesitant at first, of course. all for the reasons i've already stated, but all i ever do i run and even i'm growing tired of it. no matter how many bad memories the place holds, it is still home and my motherland after all.

anyways, i apologize for rambling. the letter is getting way too long, but my point is, i might've started liking you at one point. not in the casual way that our relationship was, but actually really like you. i don't know. now that i'm older, it's true that the love you've given me was something i was not ready for at that time and age. and now, it's everything i wish i have. funny how time really does change a person.

i hope you are doing good for yourself, and i'm so sorry if you ever get the chance to read this letter.

-- choi san

#no pic bc i can't spoil the moodboard #san x reader #choi san x reader #ateez angst #fic: broken

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vanillafalvoredcoffee · 2 months

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I have three questions:

What is Yonaka's favourite animal(s)?

What does Bernardus like about Yonaka?

Is Yonaka still in touch with Bernardus?

1. Yonaka likes black cats, crows and owls...she sees them all the time at the cemetery so she takes a liking to them :)

But for the last two questions...I think we should leave it to him instead hm? Well...he already sent a response as a form of a letter! Do you want to see?

"....Hello there..human"

"About that child...no...Yonaka is very precious to someone such as I...I couldn't bare to lose her, all I wanted is to continue to protect her and be by her side for as long as she wants me to."

"Although...she's quite a good kid on the surface, sometimes she wishes to go outside even when her supposed caretakers told her not to...but who could say no to that face? I'll only lead her outside and watch over her when her...'parents' are away ensuring her safety, She's good at hiding evidence from them ...and I do help her with the chores she couldn't do from time to time....I even thought her to cook simple meals..."

"Oh dear...It seems that I talked too much...my apologies, hm...let me think...I like that she doesn't seem to care much about how I look and acknowledge me as a person like her...and that she distracts me from feeling that I'm a worthless member of the Masked family."

"About that...We still get along pretty well, I only talk to her when it's the end of her class and only when we arrived home...though...lately she's with a girl named Kianna...I just hope that she wouldn't just leave her alone like the rest of her other friends....I still wonder why she has so many pictures of that girl in her drawers...or even drawing her in class sometimes....tch, she usually draws me all the time back then...and why doesn't she pay attention to me when I ask her about that girl?..anyway It's nice to interact with another human being once in a while..."

- Sincerely...Bernardus

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For anyone having issues getting their Life Series merch still, there's a big message in Scar's Discord about it and what steps to take if you've still not received it.

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Hi everyone!

If you are on this thread it's likely you ordered some Life Merch and it's taking its sweet time to get to you. In an effort to be as transparent as possible, I am going to personally write about the issues that have occurred behind the scenes and the options you have.

First of all, I want to say and enormous thank you for the overwhelming support on this merch drop and my sincere apologies about the delays and handling of the issues and my delay in writing something like this. I've never has to handle issues like this before so it's a bit of a new one for me.

The company we used are a small family run business using products made in the USA. There was a huge amount of orders made before the 5th of November cut-off, but should have been doable - Unfortunately there was a 3 week delay on getting the stock in to embroider on, and since most orders included hoodies, that pushed back an already tight production. This is why many Christmas delivery orders were not met on time and instead were up to 3 weeks late, overwhelming demand meets time constraints. The biggest mistake here on their part was not being good with communication about the situation. I myself ended up writing Christmas cards and emails to parents who were a Christmas present short (It was quite stressful). I have a lot of personal guilt about the missed Christmas orders, as creators we live and die by these promises and I was disappointed that a proportion of orders (It wasn't all of them by any means) didn't meet the deadline. It truly was out of my hands though.

Post-Christmas, the catch up continued on getting orders out and reports of support emails being unanswered started to pile up. I can't speak for the company's support team but I am so sorry that these emails went unanswered, that is incredibly frustrating. I am assured now that there are people answering emails within 24 hours. I got a few sent to my business email, and passed those along to be dealt with, which they were.

The most recent issue is actually one that is affecting most people now as the pre-Christmas order date orders have all been sent out, but as some people have reported have been stuck on "Label created" and no shipping tracking has progressed. It seems that orders (Specifically sent on the 13th January) have not been scanned properly by the postal service and seem to be in postal Limbo with no signs of moving.

So, after talking extensively with GlassEmbroidery, here is what to do:

"I ordered after the 5th of November and my order hasn't shipped"

Don't worry - your order is being worked on and is on track to be shipped this month. With all the orders made after November the 5th, they were always going to be due around this time in Q1.

"I ordered before the cut off and my order hasn't been shipped"

I am SO sorry that this has happened. If you can email [email protected] directly with your order number, I have been assured that it will be handled as a matter of priority.

"My shipment has been dispatched, but it's stuck on "Label generated" (most likely happened if your order was sent on 13th January)

These are the orders that seem to have been mishandled by the postal service. If nothing has arrived after 2+ weeks, a new package will have to be sent to you and the company will file insurance on the original. This is really frustrating, but again the only thing to do will be to check your tracking and if you are affected, email [email protected] directly with your order number and they will get another sent out priority.

"I don't want my order anymore."

I totally understand, and don't blame you if this is something you want to do. Please email support and request a refund on your order, no questions asked.

I think that's everything and hopefully provides everyone with enough info on the issues we had and ongoing issues with delivery.

As a final note I can only apologise one last time for the lack of communication and the delays, but please be assured that all orders will be fulfilled and when you get them I hope that you love them!

Grian

#trafficblr #life series

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 13 - Santa Baby

Prompt from FanFiction User RJRMovieFan: I would love a sequel about Beca Noelle Claus and her wife, Chloe Claus (Chapter 6, "The Mrs. Clause" from 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases-2021). Chloe wants to have kids, so she and Beca go to a fertility clinic in "Barden, GA."

Note: I'm asking you to suspend your belief and just accept that getting pregnant at a fertility clinic is quick and easy.

"So, we're really doing this?" Beca asked Chloe as she helped the elves ready the smaller sleigh for their trip.

"We've talked about it enough," Chloe said. "Now it's time to do something about it, dontcha think?"

"You're right, dear," Beca said.

"Of course I am," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek.

"Okay, guys, make sure you set the GPS coordinates to Barden, Georgia, USA."

"We know, Santa," Elf Randy said. "It's not our first rodeo."

Beca glared at him. "You know there are a lot of elves who would love to have your job."

"Santa, leave Elf Randy alone," Chloe said. "He and the other elves have been getting you where you need to be for a while. And they haven't sent you to the wrong place yet, have they?"

"No, dear," Beca said.

"Now apologize to Elf Randy," Chloe said.

"But, he-"

"Apologize. And, make it sincere."

"Yes, dear," Beca said. Clearing her throat, she said, "Elf Randy, I sincerely apologize for questioning your abilities to set the correct GPS coordinates."

Elf Randy stood looking at Santa Beca.

"Elf Randy," Chloe said, getting the elf's attention. "Tell Santa thank you and that you accept her apology."

"Yes, Mrs. Clause," Elf Randy said and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Santa. I accept your apology."

"Good," Chloe said, smiling at everyone. "Let's go. We do have an appointment to keep."

Beca helped Chloe into the sleigh as the elves finished the takeoff preparations.

"This is it," Beca said.

"Let's go!" Chloe said excitedly.

"On Snowcone," Beca called out, snapping the reins.

Snowcone snorted and started running; soon, the sleigh was airborne.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

"I can't believe we're almost there," Chloe said, her excitement palpable.

"Engaging the invisibility shield," Beca said as she flipped the switch. "Now, we just need to find a place to land. Oh, there!" Beca pointed out a clear space and guided Snowcone toward it.

The landing was a bit bumpy, and Beca and Chloe were jostled. They exited the sleigh, and Beca made sure the coast was clear before stepping away.

"That was a bit rough, Snowcone," Beca said. "We'll practice your landings when we get back to the North Pole."

Snowcone snorted, lowered his head, and pawed the ground.

"Don't get sassy with me," Beca said.

"Beca," Chloe said, putting a hand on her arm. "We have to check into our hotel and go to the clinic. If we don't leave now, we're going to be late for our appointment at the clinic."

"Oh, right," Beca said, grabbing their suitcase from the sleigh.

Beca took Chloe's hand and pulled out her phone to see where they had to go. "It's this way."

After checking in, Beca called an Uber to take them to the clinic. A short while later, Beca and Chloe made it to the fertility clinic. Once inside, they were greeted by a buxom brunette.

"Welcome to the Barden Family Fertility Clinic, may I help you?" the brunette said.

"Yes, thank you, Stacie," Beca said. "We have an appointment."

"How do you know my name?" Stacie asked, furrowing her brows.

"Um," Beca mumbled, looking at Chloe.

"She read your name tag," Chloe said, pointing at Stacie's chest.

"Oh, yeah," Stacie said. "Of course. May I have your names please?"

"Beca and Chloe Mitchell," Beca said.

Stacie looked them up on her computer.

"Ah, here you are," Stacie said. "You'll both be seeing Dr. Posen. She has a ninety-five percent success rate. Have a seat and we'll call you back shortly."

"Thank you, Stacie," Chloe said, taking Beca's hand.

Chloe led Beca to a seat and sat down. Beca was chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Beca said, looking around before whispering, "It's just Stacie is on both the naughty and nice list. That doesn't happen very often."

"Hmmm," Chloe said, nervously bouncing her leg up and down.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I'm just nervous. We're about to find out if we can have a baby, Beca. That's huge."

Beca smiled and kissed Chloe. "I love you. You are going to be the best mom."

"Thank you," Chloe said. "I love you, too."

"Beca and Chloe Mitchell," Stacie called out. "Dr. Posen will see you now. Follow me, please."

Beca and Chloe got up and followed Stacie.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Beca and Chloe were both examined and given clean bills of health. They were sitting in Dr. Posen's office to discuss the next steps.

"So, which of you wants to be the carrier?" Dr. Posen asked.

"I do," Chloe said, raising her hand.

Beca smiled at Chloe but spoke to Dr. Posen. "We'd like to use my eggs if possible."

"We can do that," Dr. Posen said. "Since your wife will be the one carrying the child, we can start today on the Reciprocal IVF Process."

"What does that entail?" Beca asked.

"It's a basic four-step process," Dr. Posen said. "First, we will give you both medication to synchronize your menstrual cycles."

"We've lived together for quite some time," Chloe said, chuckling. "We're already in sync with each other."

"Oh, really?" Dr. Posen said. "Well, that's good. So we can move on to the next step and retrieve eggs from Beca and fertilize them. Then we wait a couple of days to transfer the fertilized eggs into Chloe. Do you have a donor in mind?"

"Not yet," Chloe said. "We want to use an anonymous donor."

"Great," Dr. Posen said, standing. "Let's have you take a look at our donors so you can pick one."

Dr. Posen showed Beca and Chloe into a room with shelves of binders.

"What are you looking for in a donor?" Dr. Posen asked.

"We'd like someone with the same color hair and eyes as Beca," Chloe said.

"Okay," Dr. Posen said as she went to a shelf and pulled out a binder. "This binder has brunette men with blue eyes. Take a look through here and see if anyone catches your attention."

Dr. Posen set the binder on the table, and Chloe pulled it to her.

"Once you've made a selection, press the button next to the door," Dr. Posen said. "A light will come on, so we know you're ready."

"Thank you, doctor," Beca said.

Dr. Posen left the couple alone; Chloe opened the binder and started looking through it.

"Oh, I like this one," Chloe said, pointing at the man's photo. "He has brown hair and dark blue eyes like you. Ooo, and he's a doctor."

Beca looked at the photo and nodded. "I like him, too."

"Okay," Chloe said, continuing to look through the binder. She went back to the first photo they liked and asked, "I like him the best. What do you say? Have we decided on this one?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I'll press the button to let them know we've made a decision."

Dr. Posen entered the room, and the couple informed Dr. Posen of their selection.

"Okay," Dr. Posen said. "Beca, if you come with me, we can retrieve your eggs. Chloe, you can go back with her if you want."

"I want you with me," Beca said.

"Okay," Chloe said.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

A few days later, they went back to the clinic, and Beca's fertilized eggs were transferred to Chloe. Once Dr. Posen finished the procedure, she took off her latex gloves and threw them in the trash. She turned to look at Chloe.

"You can take a home pregnancy test in two weeks to see if it took," Dr. Posen said. "If it's positive, take another one. If that one's positive, call and make an appointment with us to do a blood test to confirm you're pregnant."

"Okay," Chloe said.

Beca took Chloe back to their hotel and went back out on her own. She came back with dinner and five pregnancy tests to take home with them.

"I want to make sure we are prepared," Beca said when Chloe saw all the tests.

The next day, Beca and Chloe returned to the North Pole with as much fanfare as if Santa was returning on Christmas Day.

"How did it go," Beca's mother asked as soon as they got out of the sleigh.

"Well, I got Beca's eggs transferred into me," Chloe said. "And we should know in two weeks if it took."

"This is so exciting," Mrs. Claus said, hugging Chloe.

Beca smiled as she joined her mother and Chloe, hugging them both.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever to get here.

"Today's the day," Chloe said and took the pregnancy test into the bathroom with her.

Beca, Mrs. Claus, and Elf Polly paced outside the bathroom door, narrowly avoiding running into each other.

"Beca?" Chloe called from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah, Chlo?" Beca called back through the door.

"I can hear you guys pacing out there," Chloe said. "Go find something to do, and I'll let you know when I'm done."

Beca turned to her mother and Polly, shooing them with her hands. "You heard her, go find something to do."

"I'll make breakfast," Polly said.

"I'll help," Mrs. Claus said.

The two walked away, and Beca put her ear to the bathroom door.

"I meant you, too, Beca," Chloe called out.

"Sorry," Beca said and went to the kitchen to wait with her mother and Polly.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

"Congratulations," Dr. Posen said. "You are indeed pregnant."

Beca and Chloe squealed and looked at each other.

"This is wonderful news," Beca said, teary-eyed. "When are we due?"

"If my calculations are correct," Dr. Posen said. "You'll be having a Christmas baby."

"Seriously?" Beca asked, wide-eyed.

"Seriously," Dr. Posen said, chuckling.

"Thank you, Dr. Posen," Chloe said. "This will be the most amazing Christmas gift ever."

"You're welcome," Dr. Posen said. "See Stacie before you leave so she can schedule your next appointment. I will want to see you in three months."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Thanks again."

Beca and Chloe made their appointment and went back to their hotel.

"I'm going to call my mom," Beca said.

"Can we just fly back home instead?" Chloe asked. "I want to tell her in person."

"We can do that," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "Why don't you pack while I go check us out."

"Okay," Chloe said.

A short time later, they were in the sleigh and on their way to the North Pole.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Three months later, Santa's village was abuzz with excitement as Beca and Chloe prepared for their trip to Barden for Chloe's first checkup since finding out she was pregnant.

"Are you going to find out the sex of the baby?" Mrs. Claus asked as they were getting in the sleigh.

"We were going to talk about it during the flight," Beca said. "I think I want to be surprised and not know until the baby is born."

"I feel the same way," Chloe said, smiling as she kissed Beca's cheek.

"I guess we're going to wait and see," Beca said.

"Good luck, " Mrs. Claus said, stepping back from the sleigh.

"See you in a couple of days," Beca said as they started off.

Later that afternoon, Chloe was lying on the table with Beca holding her hand. Dr. Posen was moving the wand over Chloe's stomach.

"Everything looks good," Dr. Posen said. "Do you want to know the sex?"

"No," Chloe said,

"Yes," Beca said.

They looked at each other.

"I thought you wanted to be surprised," Chloe said.

"I did," Beca said. "But I thought about it on the way here, and I changed my mind. I like the idea of calling him or her by name, so we can stop referring to him or her as it."

Chloe chewed her lip for a moment and then looked at Dr. Posen.

"We'd like to know," Chloe said.

Dr. Posen smiled. "You're having a girl."

"Yes!" Beca cheered.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

The first thing Beca did once they were back at the North Pole was to tell her mother they were having a girl.

"We're naming her Kristine, with a K," Beca said. "So, she'll be Kris Kringle like dad."

Tears came to Mrs. Claus's eyes. "That's wonderful. He would be so excited to know the Kringle legacy will live on."

Beca was saddened for a moment thinking about her father, but one smile from Chloe brought her back to a euphoric state.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Months passed, and all was well with Chloe's pregnancy. It was December 1st, and Santa's workshop went into high gear, getting ready for Christmas.

Two weeks before Christmas, Chloe had another appointment with Dr. Posen for a routine checkup. Beca was too busy to go, so Mrs. Claus and Polly accompanied Chloe.

When they returned, Beca was pleased to learn that everything was going well and that Dr. Posen expected Chloe to deliver on time.

Christmas Eve was here, and Chloe was at the sleigh to see Beca off.

"Don't have Kris until I get back," Beca said, pulling Chloe to her.

"I'll try not to," Chloe said, kissing Beca. "Have a good night! I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you," Beca said, pecking Chloe's lips one last time before getting into the sleigh.

"I love you, too," Chloe said as the reindeer readied themselves.

Beca called out the reindeer names and snapped the reins. Chloe and the elves waved as Beca took off.

Chloe sighed and grabbed her side.

"Chloe, dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Clause asked.

"Um, yeah," Chloe said. "I think I'm in labor."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases ~~

Beca watched as the last batch of gifts magically made their way down the final chimney.

"That's it, guys," Beca called to the reindeer. "Let's go home."

The reindeer glided through the night and were soon landing in Santa's village. Beca looked around to see only a handful of elves to help secure the reindeer and put the sleigh away.

"Where is everyone?" Beca asked one of the elves.

The elf ignored Beca and quickly began unhitching the reindeer. Beca huffed and stomped off to her house.

The elves snickered as she left. "I wish I could see Santa's face when she finds out."

Beca's eyebrows were furrowed when she saw most of the villagers outside her house.

"What's going on?" Beca asked as she made her way through the crowd.

"Get in here, Santa," Beca's mother called from the front door, motioning for her to hurry.

"Did something happen to Chloe?" Beca asked as she hurriedly entered the house.

Just then, Beca heard a baby's cry and her eyes widened as she ran toward the bedroom she shared with Chloe. She burst through the door to see Chloe lying in bed with Kris in her arms.

"Welcome home, mama!" Chloe said.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #Mrs. Claus #25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 #Christmas 2022 #Aubrey Posen #Elf Polly #Stacie Conrad #bechloeislegit

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I have a plot of a fanfic stuck in my head that I want to write really badly but I can't get into the right headspace for it. I want to write about Kimara Cretak and Kira, but for some reason I can't convince my brain to think like a Romulan, which is really complicating things for me. Anyway, I hope someone else (including you) gets inspired again to write for them hehe.

I completely missed this ask when you sent it, I apologize for the late reply!

Hmm, not being able to think like a Romulan. I'd love to know what you mean exactly by that? Is there some specific way you feel a Romulan character should feel/think? I can understand being a little stumped when it comes to the Romulans, for whom there's not that much canon information and a lot of it is about their supposed habit of secrecy. There are a lot of fans who have done great things with it though (I remember one peak of interest after s1 of Star Trek: Picard, there was so much great world-building being done from the few hints of it that actually were in the show), and it can be both inspirational and daunting. It certainly is to me!

When it comes to Kira/Cretak fic I confess I sidestep the problem of Cretak's POV by having all of my fic being from Kira's perspective, which I feel I understand better*, and since it's what the show does as well. Even on “Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges” the main POV is Julian's and never really Cretak's. But if I were to write from Cretak's perspective I would probably focus on her personality first—her general no-nonsense attitude, her subtle humor, the fact that she's a cut-throat politician with sincere convictions, and her experience in twisting expectations and assumptions of others to her advantage coupled with what I think is genuine care for the people she respects. Then I'd try to find out how these traits fit into the framework of Romulan world-building, as in how I think Romulan society and politics ended up 'making' Cretak into the woman she is. (I realize now that this is pretty much what I've done with Cretak in all my fic already.)

I've said before that I generally am more comfortable with approaching a story, especially a fic, through the lens of characterization—and I'm not claiming it's the "right" way by any means, just what works for me personally—and I do wonder if this could be helpful for you as well, if you find yourself a bit stumped? Start small, and that maybe will help with finding a character voice that works for you? Something to consider, if you'd like.

In any case good luck, I hope you'll get inspired to write down your idea and I join you in hoping more people write Kira/Cretak in the future!

#*whether or not I actually understand Kira is for the readers to say lmao #btw anon feel free to send a dm if you want!#askbox #kiracretak #kimara cretak #<- i did talk about her a little so here's the tag

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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Whumptober #1

Detroit: Become Human - #1 - “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

“It’s disgusting,” Hank said.

“Lieutenant, I refrain from judging what you put in your mouth,” Connor said.

“Food, Connor! I put food in my mouth! Not evidence!”

“I would hardly consider anything from Chicken Feed to be ‘food’.”

Hank let out a sigh of exasperation. “I’m just asking you to stop putting blood in your mouth when I’m standing right there.”

Connor seemed confused. “I have to analyze evidence to properly do my job, Lieutenant.”

“I just had to be the one who got stuck with you,” Hank grumbled. “Hand me my coffee.”

Connor pulled it from the cupholder in the center console and held it out to Hank as Hank finished parking. Hank took the coffee, looking relieved to have caffeine in his system.

“Hank,” Connor said. “You need to get more sleep. You’ve yawned 17 times today, and you have bags under your eyes that indicate an alarming lack of sleep.”

“Now you’re counting my yawns!” Hank grumbled. “Fucking- I’m fine, Connor. I’ve stayed up late the last few nights to wrap up my reports.”

“I could’ve helped,” Connor said, looking so sincere that Hank had to turn his focus back to his drink.

“Nah, my work, my problem. They’re done now. I submitted them this morning. I’ll sleep tonight,” he said.

“If you’d like to leave early, I can finish our work here,” Connor offered.

Damn good kid. Hank pushed the door of the car open and got out.

“What, and miss all the fun of paperwork? Come on, let’s get back to it and get it over with,” Hank said.

Connor also got out of the car, fixing his jacket. He hurried to walk beside Hank, and Hank nearly rolled his eyes. Of course Connor was going to follow him around now, after running off after a perpetrator earlier despite Hank yelling at him not to be so risky. The kid was like a damn puppy; wanted to be by your side every second until he saw activity nearby and took off running to explore.

“Hank, will you actually sleep tonight?” Connor asked.

He had that worried tone to his voice now. Hank scrubbed a hand across his eyes. So Connor could kill Hank with stress every time he ran after an armed perp, but god forbid Hank went a few nights without getting enough sleep.

“Yes, Connor.” He met Connor’s eyes. “I promise I will sleep tonight.”

Connor relaxed, trusting Hank’s word. “Good. I’m pleased to hear it.”

“Lieutenant Anderson?”

Hank looked up in annoyance as a man hurried over with a package in his hands. He stopped before them and held the package out.

“Apologies. I was sent to bring you this update for your android,” the man said, without even glancing at Connor.

“Then give it to him,” Hank said.

“But-” The man finally glanced at Connor. “Uh, I was instructed to give it to you, sir. It needs to be installed as soon as possible. There’s been a virus infecting its model, and this contains a protection against it.”

Connor was frowning. “A virus? I wasn’t made aware.”

“We’ve been delivering these to androids’ owners,” the man said. “Lieutenant Anderson, you should’ve received a call about it this morning.”

“Oh, er…” Hank cleared his throat.

“You forgot to charge your phone again?” Connor said.

“Shut up, Connor.” Hank took the package. “Yea, yea, I’ll get the update taken care of. Come on.”

He shoved roughly past the asshole, who was still refusing to acknowledge Connor, and headed for the station. Connor hurried to follow him.

“You shouldn’t be so rude to people, Hank,” Connor said.

Hank scoffed. “He was being rude to you. Go lecture him first.”

“There’s been an increase in anti-android sentiment among some,” Connor said, as if he wasn’t talking about hatred towards his own kind. “It’s to be expected.”

“Bullshit. If a grumpy old bastard like me can put up with you, anyone can,” Hank said, shouldering the door open.

Connor held it for him so he could get inside more easily. They went back to their desks, Hank dropping the package on his and opening it.

“Alright, here, update your software, or whatever you have to do,” Hank said, pushing it to Connor. “I’m going to start on that thrilling paperwork.”

Hank began to do just that, typing away as Connor took the package. Staring at the screen quickly made him tired, so he chugged his coffee and shook himself a bit. He’d get up and walk around for a bit when Connor’s upgrade was done. He’d meant what he said to Connor about getting some sleep tonight, that was for sure.

“Hank!”

At Connor’s sharp gasp of his name, Hank spun so fast that the back of his chair cracked into the desk and knocked over several stacks of papers. Connor was on his knees, bent over like he was in pain, clutching at his head.

Hank grabbed his shoulders. “Connor? Connor! Dammit.” He jerked his head up. “Hey! Hey, get someone who can help Connor!”

He heard various people scrambling about and calling out orders. He refocused his attention on Connor, who he noticed had blue blood coming from his nose and ears.

“Shit,” Hank hissed, tilting Connor’s head. “Connor, what’s happening? What can I do?”

“The…upgrade…was the…v-virus,” Connor ground out, and then cried out and gripped his head again.

No, no, that wasn’t possible, androids didn’t feel pain. Hank pulled Connor closer, tightening his grip on Connor’s shoulders.

“Anderson!”

Fowler dropped beside them, cursing as he caught sight of Connor. Hank used his sleeve to wipe the blood away from Connor’s nose.

“Fowler, he needs help. He needs it now,” Hank said.

“Dammit, Hank!” Fowler snapped. “I sent you an email about this.”

“What?” Hank snapped right back. “This isn’t the time for-”

“Anti-android groups are going around pretending to be CyberLife employees with an upgrade for androids. They tell you that you were supposed to receive a call about it, then pitch you this bullshit story to get you to install the upgrade. The upgrade is the virus, Hank! It kills them!” Fowler said.

Hank’s heart stuttered. No, no. He hadn’t checked his email since yesterday morning. And he’d been so tired, he hadn’t even considered how odd the situation was. Connor had taken the upgrade without questioning it further because Hank hadn’t questioned it.

Connor, loyal Connor, had installed that virus into his system because he trusted Hank would never give him something that would hurt him.

“How- How do I…” Hank looked to Fowler helplessly.

“I’ve got a specialist on the way. But there’s no guarantee, Hank. The virus is too new,” Fowler said. “I’m…sorry, Hank.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Hank said numbly. He’d thought it would protect Connor.

“Hank,” Connor gasped out again, grasping at Hank’s jacket. “Hank, I don’t - I don’t know what’s - Please, I…”

“It simulates pain in them,” Fowler said quietly, standing up. “I’ll go wait for the specialist so I can bring them right over.”

“It’s alright, Connor,” Hank said, hugging him tightly. “It’s alright, I’m here. I’m right here, son. Help is coming. Just hang in there, okay? Help is coming.”

Connor clung to Hank as his body trembled and more blood began to trickle out of his nose in a steady stream. Hank wiped it away again and pulled Connor so his head was against Hank’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Connor, I’m sorry. They’re going to fix this. You need to hang on until then. Don’t you dare…dammit, Connor, just hang on a little longer,” Hank said, his voice gruff.

“Hank, it hurts,” Connor whispered.

Hank closed his eyes, just holding him tightly. He’d caused this and he couldn’t even fix it. All he could do was whisper reassurances in Connor’s bleeding ear and hope help arrived in time.

Happy Whumptober! This is the first time I’m ever writing Detroit: Become Human (this is my second attempt, first one will be posted later in the event) so I hope it’s okay!

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #this wasn't supposed to happen #detroit become human #writing #dbh connor #hank anderson #dbh fanfic #jtdoeswhumptober

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iwasbored777 · 2 years

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This was sent by @nothingtherefornow and I didn't have to post it but they put so much effort to write all this that it would be wrong to leave it in my inbox because it's well thought and I'll write my own comments in the end:

Answer to your reply about Marinette's friends behavior in season 5 (according to the bible)

Sorry for this late reply to the answer you gave me about my last question to you reguarding Marinette’s friends in season 5 according to the bible, I was in a place where there’s wasn’t any Wi-fi ^^’

I'm using the "billet" thing (french one sorry ^^') because as I'm still clumsy and new with tumblr, so I don't know how to send you the long answer I've concocted otherwise. If I haven't respected some rules with this billet let me know

I'm putting the SPOILERS alert in case !

So it was true, Kagami will believe Lila’s lies over Marinette T_T I never thought I would be so dissapointed in Kagami’s character before this, I honestly thought she was better than that. As someone who is not even friend with Lila and recognized her a liar and a rival for Adrien's love when she was akumatized in Oni-chan, I though Kagami would be smarter than Marinette’s other friends about Lila tricks, but I guess I was wrong. This is such a waste of Kagami’s character, because if she would rather believe a stranger’s words over Marinette whom she’s supposed to be friend with (and apparently has strong feeling for, according to the bible) then that means she was never truly Marinette’s friend to begin with, that Marinette’s trust friendship was never fully reciprocated.

I really though that other than being the second love interests of the main characters, Kagami and Luka were destined to become Adrien and Marinette greatest allies, but if the season 5 bible is not a scam, then my hopes about those two characters were misplaced. There’s still some hope left for Luka’s character because I heard that he would be out of the picture after the first half of season 5 probably because as someone who know both Chat Noir and Ladybug’s secret identities, it’s too risky to keep him in Paris. But if Kagami doesn’t ever realize at some point during season 5 that she fucked up reguarding her friendship with Marinette, and if she doesn’t feel regret nor sincerely apologize because of it, I will consider her character to be definitelly ruined by the show.

I asked the same question to a lot of people I know, and they all answered the same thing : If your supposed friends would rather believe the words of someone they barely know over your words, then they are not your friends.

About Marinette’s classmates chosing Lila over her as the new class president, I guess it really depends of the context. If it’s because Bustier decided that they had to change class president for reasons, and Lila’s program just charmed her classmates more than Marinette’s program, then I guess I cannot blame them for this. But as someone who experienced french school, I know that the class president stays the same for the whole year unless they give up their position as class president. And since Marinette and Adrien class is still the same since season 1, either Marinette chose to delegate her class president responsabilities because she’s not managing those well with her Ladybug’s duties, or her classmates decided Marinette was not fit anymore to be class president and chose to replace her with Lila (who apparently will chose Chloé as her assistant 0_0 ? ) and if the last option is the canon one, then yeah, Marinette’s classmates will once again dissapoint me, and the serie too. Because while I get that friends can make mistakes and not always behave as good friends, what’s the point if they never recognize nor acknowledge where they failed as friends ? Wha’st the point of portaying Marinette’s classmates as good friends if everytime Lila is involved they suddenly let Marinette down and doesn’t reciprocate the trust she gives them ? I would lie if I said I wasn’t entertained when a main character suffers and still overcome their struggles, but I’m not watching Miraculous Ladybug to see its female protagonist being the punching bag and scapegoat of its own serie and its fandom.

About the similar experience to Marinette’s that you went through, I’m glad that you had a teacher who defended you when that classmate of your lied about you (that teacher have all my respect ! we know that Miss Bustier would never do something like that for Marinette) and that you found the right word to convince your mother to hear your side of the story when your cousin lied about you. But because I never went through those kind of situation before I really don’t know if my opinion is valid or not. I am very fortunate that my parent would always hear my side of the story first before beleiving anything bad said about me, to have all my cousins being good people, and to have had a good school experience. I always shared my class with my twin sister (whom I’m very close to) since elementary school to high school, and she was always popular enough for others to not try to go farther that some mockeries (everyone apparently knew my name but there’s a lot of them I didn’t even know), and they stopped making fun of me once I started fighting back. But friends and family once said to me that as an autistic person, if I hadn’t had my sister with me, or my parents who would actively defend me against any injustice, there a high chance that I would have been more victim of bullying. So when I compare my situation to Marinette’s, I always feel like she deserves so much better, because if I could have it all then why can’t she ?

Sorry for this very long rant and comment I guess I really need to talk this out with others understanding fans

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Now me:

I don't want to write more about this because I really don't know, we don't know how this will happen and if this will actually happen, there are possibilities of changes in the script and such. It sounds too discouraging to think Lila would take Marinette's place as the class president, I wish that doesn't happen, because it has to happen if the class votes for her and I don't understand why would more people vote for her over Marinette and even pick Chloé too because they voted for Marinette to replace Chloé in the first place. I really don't see the reason for this. In my school we voted every year I think. I wouldn't like that, not only for Marinette to lose that position but for Lila not to gain the position and more power over other students. The more I dive into the bible the more it feels like a fanfiction Lila wrote. I thought season 4 was bad to Marinette, but this one sounds like she's paying for every sin her ancestors have committed.

#submission #miraculous ladybug #ml bible leak #ml bible spoilers #marinette dupain cheng #Ml class #Lila rossi #Ml season 5 #Ml analysis

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Hey I know request last are closed but your my favourite writer and I was wondering if you could do an angst for Beelzebub that compares mc to being so disgusting he would rather eat Solomons food? Please make it really heart breaking. If you don’t I’m really sorry for wasting your time and I apologies sincerely

I'm about to sound like a raging bitch, but you know what? Fuck it. I'm too annoyed to play nice in internet land today. I would normally just delete this request and move on, but it just happened to be my last straw.

Requests are closed. They've been closed for weeks. You even acknowledge that they are CLOSED. Yet, for some reason, you still feel the need to drop one in my inbox? As if you are above the rules or boundaries I set? Did you think that would make me more likely to take it? Because, spoiler alert, it does the exact opposite.

I even said this not that long ago to a different anon.

I gave that anon the benefit of the doubt because I got their ask not long after posting they were closed, so it's possible (in retrospect) that they were marked open when they started sending the ask but I closed them before they sent it officially. I am more than happy to look at requests when they are open, but I don't give a shit about the ones sent when they are closed.

IT IS LITERALLY MY FIRST RULE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I usually just delete requests that people send when they aren't open, but this one just pisses me off in a special way because you explicitly state that you know they are closed but you just really had to send yours for some reason. It's like a slap in the face.

"I know request are closed but I was wondering if I could ignore that fact and do what I want anyway regardless of the answer because my own desires are more important than your stated boundaries." That's how this reads to me.

You don't know why my requests are closed. Maybe I'm busy irl, maybe I'm going through something, maybe I just don't want to write or plan or edit an entire fic that gets distressingly little feedback for the amount of time I put into it, maybe I want to work on more personal fics than requests, or maybe it doesn't matter what the reason is because it's really easy for you to just not send anything when they are closed. In fact, it takes less time than it did for you to type this request.

While we're at it, fuck this too.

It says a lot that some people can't be bothered to check what people's limits are and just toss things at them for some fucking reason. Do y'all think your above their boundaries and limits? Do you think if you ask nicely enough you can manipulate your way into convincing them to make you something?

I am not a content machine, no matter how much I seem to produce. I am a person with an actual life outside of writing whatever people send my way. I have rules for a reason. I have a request status for a reason. I do not care how "nice" or "polite" you think you sound when you send something someone explicitly does NOT want; the fact you sent it is already rude as fuck.

I don't care if I sound rude in this. I really do not. I care that I make it clear that I have boundaries and rules in my space/blog and if you can't follow them I don't want you. I don't want someone who thinks my limits are a suggestion rather than something to be respected, especially when you knowingly trample on them.

This was just my breaking point because some of y'all have been testing me and other writers/artists lately with your lack of respect for the people you claim to like. It's fucking gross. We are not machines creating shit for your amusement. We are human beings sharing something we like to do with you.

Get that through your head and respect the rules.

#been working on setting boundaries and limits #and I'm too angry to be polite about reinforcing them #may private the blog because this isn't even funny anymore #rant #saying 'sorry for wasting your time' means nothing when you do the thing anyway #asking forgiveness is only a thing if you didn't know #if you know and do it anyway you are just an ass #tumblr isn't even my main platform (that's AO3)#i'm just here to talk to people and read other people's fics and look at pretty art #literally debating going back there and staying there exclusively #if any of you start getting butthurt in my inbox I will close it outright and then go private

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02:12 Jaehee’s Doubt (Participant)

Another Story, First Day

Jaehee: Greetings, MC.

Jaehee: What brings you here at this hour?

Choice 1: I couldn’t sleep!

Jaehee: Did something keep you up?

Jaehee: Oh…

Jaehee: Perhaps it’s because you’ve become our member.

Choice 2: I’m usually up at early morning.

Jaehee: Then perhaps we’ll get to see each other often.

Jaehee: I tend to log in a lot in early mornings.

Jaehee: Good to find someone like me ^^

Jaehee: In my case

Jaehee: MC, after you joined us, I was so engrossed in work.

Jaehee: I had no idea what time it was.

Jaehee: When I regained my senses, it was already this late…

Jaehee:

Choice 1: So this character called Jaehee Kang is set to work until late…

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Character?

Jaehee: I’m no character. I’m a person…

Jaehee: Anyways, I don’t work this late every day.

Choice 2: You mean you work until this hour?

Jaehee: Yes… sometimes this happens.

Jaehee: But luckily, this is not a daily routine.

Jaehee: Today I have a good reason why.

Jaehee: Though Luciel said that he’ll so some research about you,

Jaehee: I must do some research on my own as well, as Mr. Han requested.

Choice 1: You can ask me.

Jaehee: If it doesn’t bother you…

Jaehee: Can you tell me where you are at this moment?

Choice 1A: I’m inside your heart!

Jaehee: ...

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Now that is even more suspicious.

Choice 1B: I can see the polar star out the window!

Jaehee: But you can see the polar star anywhere on Earth…;;

Jaehee: I see. Presuming that you’re telling the truth, right now you’re at a place with a weather clear enough to see the stars.

Choice 2: You’re researching about me? I don’t like the sound of that… Can’t you just drop it?

Jaehee: It’s because we can’t locate your current whereabouts…

Jaehee: Or could you tell me right now where you are?

Choice 2A: I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t tell.

Jaehee: …I figured you wouldn’t tell us…

Jaehee: But anyways, a promise…?

Jaehee: I’d like to ask you to whom you made your promise… But you won’t tell me, will you?

Choice 2B: I’m not sure where I am right now, either.

Jaehee: Luciel also couldn’t pinpoint the location where the access to the app took place…

Jaehee: Additionally

Jaehee: I would love to know how you got to install this messenger app.

Jaehee: Can you answer this question?

Choice 1: Someone installed it for me. Someone I know.

Jaehee: And who is this someone?

Choice 1A: That’s a secret

Jaehee: …I see.

Jaehee: I see that you have no intention of answering my questions.

Choice 1B: Somebody that created you?

Jaehee: …?

Jaehee: Somebody who created me? Are you talking about my parents? I don’t understand why you would bring them up now.

Jaehee: Both of them died when I was still young.

Choice 2: I got it from the store lol

Jaehee: …I should ask Luciel for a confirmation.

Jaehee: As far as I know, this app isn’t available for download at a store

Jaehee: and if that’s true, we should have more people accessing other than you, Luc…

Jaehee: How you installed this app, where you are right now…

Jaehee: I believe we’ll be able to welcome you more sincerely after all these questions are answered.

Jaehee: I’d like to ask you if you’re using any C&R card…

Jaehee: but then it’d be too obvious that I’ll check your personal information.

Choice 1: I know how desperate you are, but I don’t have much that I know. I don’t even have a card. (Jaehee)

Jaehee: I see…

Jaehee:

Jaehee: Thank you for understanding.

Choice 2: Buddy - can you make me a card?

Jaehee: Uh…

Jaehee: Um…

Jaehee: …I would have sent you the clerk if I knew where you are…

Jaehee: What a shame.

Jaehee: I’ll do anything that can help the sales of the C&R.

Choice 3: I’ll report you if you check my background info!

Jaehee: Oh, I wouldn’t check your background without your consent.

Jaehee: I won’t do a thing that can cause a legal issue.

Jaehee: I was asking you just in case…

Jaehee: My apologies if I offended you.

Jaehee: Allow me to ask one more.

Jaehee: Could you just tell me

Jaehee: how you managed to get in touch with Rika?

Choice 1: Please don’t suspect me, and let’s just be friends. T-T You’re asking me too much.

Jaehee: I wish I could, too…

Jaehee: But as you’d also know…

Jaehee: You haven’t managed to answer a single question provided to you.

Choice 2: I’ve met a guy of my type, but his name wasn’t Rika… So—

Jaehee:

Jaehee: A guy…?

Jaehee: …

Jaehee: Hmm… since you said it’s not Rika, I won’t ask for your personal life.

Jaehee: Anyhow

Choice 3: I’ve never seen her.

Jaehee: I see…

Jaehee: So you haven’t seen her but heard her name, and you also heard that you should carry on her role regarding the parties.

Jaehee: So if you haven’t met her before… I should keep in mind that there’s a possibility that a third-party relayed that information to you.

Jaehee: Anyways…

Jaehee: This is all just procedure to trust you.

Jaehee: so I hope you’re not offended, MC.

Jaehee: There will be a lot of things we must work together on to coordinate the parties…

Jaehee: Mr. Han is also curious about you, MC.

Jaehee: Very curious…

Choice 1: Then he could have called me lol

Jaehee: He didn’t because it’s late.

Jaehee: He might give you a call or two once the sun is up.

Choice 2: What does he want to know about me?

Jaehee: He wants to know what I just asked you

Jaehee: he also wants to know if you like cats, what’s your favorite type of wine…

Jaehee: all that typical questions about a new face.

Jaehee: In Mr. Han’s case, he wouldn’t ask you directly but get to know you little by little without showing any sign he’s getting to know you.

Jaehee: He’s the type of man who draws out maximum info through minimum question to analyze them most logically.

Choice 1: I want to know more about the RFA. I hope you can teach me a lot.

Jaehee: Oh, of course.

Jaehee: I feel like we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. We gave you nothing but questions.

Jaehee: If you’re fine with me, I’ll tell you anything you want anytime.

Jaehee:

Choice 2: Then I’ll analyze Mr. Han too! Lolol

Jaehee: I can imagine what kind of face he’ll make if he reads this.

Jaehee: If you want to know about him…

Jaehee: I recommend searching on the web or magazines.

Jaehee: RFA members have starkly different opinions regarding him.

Jaehee: If there’s anything you’d like to know about us, feel free to ask.

Jaehee: Either through the messenger or over the phone.

Jaehee: I’ll answer your questions as long as they don’t cause any trouble.

Choice 1: Okay.

Jaehee: Very well.

Choice 2: I’ll work hard too. So please don’t be so wary of me…!

Jaehee: …We should work together on that part.

Jaehee: I will also try to be as less wary as possible.

Choice 3: I knew it. This game is a treasure box of secrets.

Jaehee: Game…?

Jaehee: …Don’t tell me you’re thinking holding parties as a game;;

Jaehee: To be honest… I feel more complicated now that we’ve talked.

Jaehee: I’m even more bothered by the thought that you don’t look like a bad person.

Jaehee: But I believe I’ll feel more comfortable once we get to know more about you, MC.

Jaehee: I pray that day would come as soon as possible.

Jaehee: Well then…

Jaehee: I will get going… for the morning.

Jaehee: Speaking of which… when do you plan on going to bed?

Choice 1: I’m going to stay up some more!

Jaehee: I see.

Jaehee: But if you sleep too late, it is definitely not healthy.

Jaehee: I recommend going to sleep more early.

Choice 2: I’m about to head to bed. Good night!

Jaehee: Thank you. Good night to you too.

Jaehee: I’ll see you again tomorrow.

Jaehee: Now then, I wish you a good night.

#mystic messenger #mysme #Chat: Jaehee's Doubt #Chat: Jaehee's Doubt (Participant)#Jaehee #Jaehee Kang #Another Story #Another Common #First Day: Another Story

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