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i-bring-crack · 1 year

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Cha Hae In: A small introspective on her character (+Goto Ryuji)

Gotta love how her entire character in the game is just "Imma be the very best and no one can stop me" and I love her for that.

On another note she does give me a lot of "Main Character" vibes due to that attitude and the power she displays. Sure she technically got lucky with her power but she still wants to be at the very top of her team by more than just luck alone. As we see with how she has been diligently training with Song Chi Yul despite being an S rank, and she knows her weaknesses very well despite Chi Yul praising her as her student (that she has a long way to go). She is ambitious in her goals and no matter what she gets she will not discard it any way. She is also willing to sacrifice her pain if it means getting what she wants as seen inside the dossiers themselves:

In dossiers 1 and 2 they also tell about how her whole life she had been walking on eggshells and her reputation was always on the constant brink between bad and good, so I could guess that is why (plus her smell problem) we never really saw her smiling outside of the people she was close too (Jin Woo and Chi Yul). The light novel also hints that with Jin Woo she also finally founded some relaxation in her life which only adds on more to the theory that she only cared more about winning, or in her case hunting, than she did about actually living a comfortable life. Probably the only way she could find happiness was by winning.

Her parents, if she had any (most of the dossiers just say 'adults around her') had pressured her to put herself in the spotlight, and she does seem to have at least some spine to reject that at her young age, however it didnt mean that she was able to overcome all of that. The photo above said she still remained strong despite all the anonymous flase rumors spread about her, all the pressure from the adults and the stains from anti-fans on her achivements, but her achievements still dissappeared and she felt resentful about that day for a long time.

Right now as an S rank she does look a lot more capable to stand up for herself rather than simply ignoring the counts and moving on, heck she even values herself to an extent seeing that she tends to confront her guild master about the shares and even bussiness men know her worth would go up much higher than the other guilds if she were to set up a guild on her own:

The mention of being inspired by the other atheletes is also something really cool since it does add well with what her main goal, apart from passion, is in her life and that is, as mentioned in the twitter posts, to achieve victory, to be the first.

And this is what makes it all the better for me to say that, she acts a lot like Goto Ryuji.

No, I didnt expect that either and yes im being legit, both of them share a lot of common trains the more we get to find out about theirselves.

For starters: Its that driving ambition to do what they are good at and excell that makes them such a strong force of power in their own respective countries. Just as Hae-In had been ambitious to persue swordsmanship and become the strongest S rank in South Korea, Goto had done the same thing by assosiating himself with the Japanese Hunters Assosiation and gaining the rest of his powerhouse with the other 10 S ranks that he admitted to his guild. He got to be the founder of the second largest guild in Asia while she got to be famous despite being in the Shadow of Choi Jong In (honestly I might even go far enough to say she was the reason Choi Jong In had been nicknamed the ultimate weapon, since he held the strongest S rank in his arsenal.) But still strong enough to decapitate the S rank Queen, yes even with the help of her own team and the japanese but that is still quite a feat considering the last 3 jeju island raids.

None of them tend to be the strongest overall, bc National Hunters exist ofc, but that doesnt stop them to aim higher. Hae-In we can see her aspiration to become first right in the dossiers, where as Goto had more ambition in wanting to be the king, and basically become the best despite the fact that there would be stronger hunters out there.

Both of them also seem to never back down even against powerful threats like the Ant King. Its kinda funny how it tends to be that Goto is the only one called cocky for this because, 1 he died, and 2 he was more of a villain instead of the female lead like Hae-In, yet when she wanted to fight shadow Beru she wasn't laughed about it for doing it. Sure Jin Woo was there to stop it, but that didnt meant anything still when she knew, first hand, she could have been defeted by Beru nonetheless (and she also didnt know that Beru would be less stronger than the Ant King as extracted shadows tend to be weaker), she actively chose to fight Beru for her own gains, yes far better gains than Goto's yet that doesnt ignore the fact that their attitudes had been the same when facing that giant monster. Pretty sure Goto would have also tried to fight Beru again in order to prove his strenght (but Beru is best girl for a reason, he wont fall under anyone unless its his master.) Had he lived.

There are more physical traits, like both of them being sword masters and having a more profesional stoic attitude towards their personality than others— but i did just wanna draw out those two main characteristics of theirs that literally just passed through my head as I was re reading the novel. The smaller differences would be their reason for their ambitions, like with Goto betraying the S ranks for power and prestige, whereas Hae-In does everything for her own power to protect those around her, i.e why she always looks out for the dungeon boss and takes patrols even on her lunch, why she is also very keen in finding out more about the new S rank who doesnt smell, and why she never really kept a lot of secrets to her, she was never going to hide anyways because her main priority at that point in being an S rank was helping people, and being the most powerful just meant she could protect them even better.

Still, it does seem funny that the ones that share a lot of similar traits with each other are: The female lead of SL, and the literal most hated character (by the author) of SL.

Gotta love that for them, gotta love it even more how Hae-In was acknowledged by Goto, which does make me want to explore their dynamic a bit. Would Goto have offered her to join the guild? Would Hae In have acted more like Goto if she had been more upfront towards the spotlight? Would they have bonded over their share hatred against the Ant King? Them batteling by pure measure of swordmanship skill alone would have been fairly interesting too.

#solo leveling manwha #solo leveling #solo leveling spoilers #cha hae in #goto ryuji #Oh my god no wonder the goto x sung ships also seem to fit well with what ive wanted to see in cha and sung fics #like legit more rivarly for jin woo it would be so fun seeing Hae In and Goto somehow make alliance to defeat Jin Woo due to smth idk #but the three fighting would be hella cool #something even MORE FUN would be Goto and Hae In fighting against the Ant King with the help of their respective magicians and healers yes—#— but also just the two making a brief alliance to deztroy the ant king with his own skills: im picturing Goto going full on tank–#–while Hae In takes Dps; they try their best to get rid of the wings first and with Shimizu and Min Byung Gyu as long as they are protec #protected by Kei And Choi Jong In then its fine. they get a lot of wound son that battle but still manage either way to break off–#Beru's head. or maybe they get yo hold on their own for a long while until Jin Woo contronts the weakened Beru and shit goes WILD #you can see i have too many tjings i want out of those two #maybe another mentor and mentee friendship right there?#Hae-In going to help the japanese with the Japan Crisis arc and her and Goto get to be friends over their sword knowledge #Hae In might also get trapped with being the friend of the rest of the s ranks too tho #especially Kanae and Kei #okay thanks for comming to my long ass ted talk #solo leveling au

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featheredcritter · 4 months

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Hello, I found your blog two days ago and have become stupidly fond of your oc Nick. I love that he goes from just a little guy to la criatura at the drop of a hat. He's so small and very cute. Does he ever get comfortable enough to try and weaponize the fact that some humans find small critters unbearable cute, or would he find that sorta thing insulting?

Thank you!!! I am glad you enjoy my character:] means a lot.

Nicholas very much dislikes when people see him as cute and go off to him about it, he finds it incredibly insulting and he's willing to break relationships over it if whoever is doing it doesn't cut it off, happened too, though it's usually always with strangers. Keep calling him cute and tiny after he told you off? Won't even talk to you anymore, and you can forget his help on anything.

He knows it's an instinct for humans and tries to understand it (after all, he has very strong instincts as well) but he still doesn't like it nor accepts it.

So no, he wouldn't take advantage of this factor at all. It can kinda work anyway even if he doesn't try if you don't know him? A bit complicated, Nicholas is not super approachable, he's pretty jumpy and neurotic as hell, not comfortable at all around strangers. Usually what happens is. Someone meets him and they find him charming because he's a cool looking little guy. Then they talk to him and he's just so skittish so he quickly loses charming points.

He's a lot more warm when you get close enough with him, but that's not super easy to achive, need a whole deal of patience. He's genuinely a sweet guy though.

He's not disliked by the rebels at all, he's done nothing wrong after all, but he has a bit of a reputation as the weird, neurotic engineer of the base who looks at you like you're gonna leap at him, talks to himself, mostly sticks to himself and the other scientists (especially Kleiner. Smiles) and has all sort of strange mannierism.

#asks #Nick #ocs

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waelahst · 2 months

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FAMILIARS .

warnings : mentions of animal death & character suicide at the end of this post .

canonically , familiars are a common aspect to mages in VP . most of them appear when the skill "wait reaction" is activated ; a little animal companion will appear next to your mage in combat . lezard , however , has the most story out of all the mages , and he has more than one familiar .

the first familiar we see of his is a cat . this cat draws his headmaster , Lorenta , into his trap . Lezard is capable of speaking through the familiar directly , and it's basically implied that he can see through its eyes , as well . this cat is unnamed canonically , but , I've decided to give it a name myself : his name is Valentin . the breed of the cat is unspecified canonically , but , my realms now ------ valentin is a norwegian forest cat with dark grey fur , and some lighter colorings . in the spin-off , lezard can apparently even taste & feel through the cat's senses directly ( mega creepy ! since it's directed at lenneth when he tries to cuddle with her ) . he isn't above feeding him more questionable food ... he threatens to feed huginn & muninn , odin's ravens , to Valentin .

Valentin is thusly bonded to Lezard's will , and will carry out whatever his master demands . He has no problems letting Lezard make use of their bonded link , borrowing sight from one another . Lezard usually makes use of Valentin's adorable form to get nearer to other people , and letting their guard down , but he can also be used to amplify Lezard's magicka ablities . Valentin possesses a small amount of magick innately to himself , as he is a born familiar . He is capable of human & animal speech , oftentimes speaking directly to Lezard . Valentin in particular is very adept at illusions , and can transform into a convincing copy of his master . Out of everyone & everything , Lezard's familiars are easily his closest & only true companions . He has been bonded with Valentin ever since childhood , as achiving a familiar is a first step in becoming a mage . Valentin can only die if the gods command it or Lezard dies directly , or he himself wills it .

Lezard's second familiar is a little grey-green dragon by the name of Viki . Viki is seen in the in-game combat through the aforementioned "wait reaction" skill . We get no info on these familiars , so this is all headcanoned . Seeing that Lezard has two familiars , however , I can venture a guess that this speaks to his prowess as a mage , as the only other dragon familiars we see are with gandar , one of the most powerful mages in-canon ( most of the other mages get bird familiars ) .

viki was tamed by Lezard when he'd entered the sorcery collegium for combat purposes . Dragon familiars are regarded as rare & difficult to tame , so this was seen as an accomplishment for Lezard in his younger years , speaking to his power as a mage . She can understand & speak among both humans & animals , however , she does not have the same type of bond that he and Valentin have . As such , she & Lezard cannot share sights , but , she does amplify his magick powers even more than Valentin does , since Viki is far more combative . She is about the size of a small cat , but is much lighter , and more lithe .

as with Valentin , Viki is also one of Lezard's closest companions , and cannot be seperated from him except by death , or divine intervention , etc . The two familiars both spend a lot of time assisting Lezard in his tower , carrying out tasks he would otherwise be too busy with , or helping various grotesque experiments run according to their master's dark plans . They are both very defensive & protective of Lezard and his actions , seeing little wrong with anything he does .

Come the very end of the first game's plotline , however , Lezard sacrifices both Valentin & Viki , crafting a homunculus of extreme power & potential . It was an extremely painful thing for him to do , but his obsessive desire for Lenneth triumphs over his love for his familiars . Their magickal traces still exist within Lezard's newly-crafted body , and through his suicide , Lezard was able to transfer his spirit from a mortal body into an immortal body in a ritual . He knew that there would be no turning back to the current , Ragnarok-induced timeline , let alone travelling back centuries into the past . Shedding every last connection to his past life , Lezard had poured his efforts into disrupting the flow of time for the sake of his obsession devotion .

Valentin & Viki thusly do not appear within the second game , so I had come to the conclusion that Lezard had sacrificed them .

#( 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 . ) | headcanon .#animal death mention tw #suicide mention tw #at the very end.

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helsingvania · 1 year

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I want bitches to know that whenever i think about star wars rebels it brings me to the verge of tears. Like this series isn't a tie in like clone wars was, it was an aftermath. This series was picking up the pieces of the clone wars and what both sides stood for in the face of the empire by a completely new generation of people.

We come to know and adore all of the members of the ghost and understand their personal traveisties. Hera and chopper with the loss of her childhood, Kanan and Zeb and the lost of their home and everything they knew, Sabine and Ezra with the sins of their parents they have to live with. All of these characters have their own problems and only ever find comfort and safetey with eachother because no one else knows what they feel.

And since they’re so sprated from the movies, we don't know rheir fate, we don't know what they'll leave behind. We watch these characters grow and we cannot predict their deaths and legacies, we're forced to sit and watch them with the feeling of uncertainty. We sit and greve with these characters because we have become one with this space family fighting facism.

Everywhere you look in this series is monuments to a fallen republic. We're forced to sit here and stare at it as these old bases and facilities are from a bygon era that at one point in time we come to find as home and comforting with the clone wars series taking place in places like these. Its all remains forgotten, unappreciated, abandoned, and utterly in ruins much like the troops who ran them.

The last battle makes me want to cry seeing the remains of the droid army making up eith the clones when they realized that neither of them won the war. Both of them are equally sentient and used for nothing but a war that neither of them would've ever won. Both of them trying to fight for something that seems right (separatists wanting better representation, and the republic not wanting the galaxy to dissolve into conflciting governments) but both sides equally become corrupted by the interests of a single man.

For something so small, vader and a ahsoka is a gut punch for me. We see this build up for the entire season and ends with one of the most gut wrenching lines (I WON'T LEAVE YOU, NOT THIS TIME!). Its extremely departed from the plot and achives so kany feels in soo little time i love it and hate it at the same time.

Bro i can't even get into farewell and homecoming without shedding tears im not touching that.

BUUUT i can talk about maul and his end. Twin suns is easily a favorite episode especially with the kenobi series and the journals from the 2015 star wars series. I definitely think maul is used too much in this post clone wars era of star wars media, but none of them can really beat out how rebels worked with him and gave him a meaningful narrative death. Like his journey of hatred and revenge beginning where it ends on tatooine is just poetic writing. How hes alway attach to his past and then subsequently gets beaten after trying the same move he tried doing to qui-gon, but outwitten by obi-wan. By this time Obi-Wan has moved on from his guilt and past regarding anakin and the purge, maul hasn't and thats how he failed.

Also the line about luke being the avenger for those used by Palpatine, both jedi and sith alike also makes me want to cry. Like so many people who learned about this dumbass kid had so much faith and hope in him that he'll do the right thing in the end makes the movies and comics hurt more

This show brings up so much shit from the events of mortis, the horror of the empire, the foundings of a rebellion and how to truly make a stance and what it takes, the importance of trust and faith in others, and just so much more i just don't wanna shed tears on my keyboard rn

If you made it this far...thanks i guess

#star wars #star wars rebels #helsing speaks

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yannowhatigiveup · 2 years

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The Reflection of Sunlight

So remember that one-shot ‘Moonlght in the Mirror’ that I promised a part 2 of? Well it’s here after maybe 7-8 months oops. Sorry about the wait lol. Anyway I went back and edited the first part which included grammar fixes as well as a new part of the fic at the beginning so check that out if you want. Here’s part 2, I hope it’s a good 2nd part to it.

Moonlight in the Mirror here btw

“Life is a being of endless torment and shadow”

For years that was all I was led to believe

“Life only tolerates the warriors who show no mercy”

“The warriors who bathe in the blood of their victims”

“The warriors who stop at nothing to achive their goals”

I was a follower of life’s foolish facade

It was all I had ever known

But recent years have changed that

Everything I had known was all a lie

And I faced the consequences

I had endeavoured to change, to become better in order to be tolerated

I showed mercy, I swam for their praise, I did everything I could

It was never enough, and I was willing to give up

But then I realised that Life had remorse

It led me to you

Your blue eyes were oceans of understanding and I couldn’t bare to lose you

I couldn’t bare to see you live a tortured life, not with a gentle heart like yours

From the moment we first met, I vowed to pour every last drop of my energy into helping you so that maybe

Just maybe

You’d share your heart with me too

— ❊ —

Whatever tears were left in his eyes had now run dry. Damian was resting on his side, his eyes down to the ground. It had seemed like forever since he woke up. How long ago did Grayson come to check up on him? He said he would get the others, but all he could hear was silence. Maybe he lied. None of them cared about him anyway, he’s just a small drop of water in this ocean called home.

Damian sighed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. There weren’t many things that he could do that wouldn’t result in great pain, so he settled on staring at the ceiling. Then he heard the door shift a little. Damian turned to face the person, but there was no person to be seen. Instead, a furry friend jumped onto the bed. Damian’s eyes softened at the sight of his pet.

“Hello, Alfred.” Damian greeted the cat. He ran his fingers through Alfred’s fur, scratching under the cat’s chin. Alfred purred as he rubbed his face against Damian’s. The boy felt a slight warmth in his stomach before turning to look back outside. The sun’s light wasn’t as blinding now, Damian presumed it was past midday, not really like he cared anyway.

Alfred the cat had jumped off, leaving as quickly as he came. Damian sighed and looked over at his bedside table, taking the paper and pencil that rested on top of it. The pencil aimlessly drew lines, Damian had no particular goal. Yet, the image on his paper was that of the magical limbo, the lake that he so longed to return to, to see her again.

The sound of someone opening his bedroom door could be heard, Damian hid the sheet of paper under his blanket. He didn’t turn around this time, he kept his full attention on the window. “Damian.” He still didn’t look, but the person sat on the bed, which caught his attention.

“Cass?” Damian asked once he had turned around. His older sister sat on the foot of the bed, looking over at the machine he was tied to. Cassandra said nothing, only looking at him, reading him. Then she found what she was looking for.

“We… care for you.” She spoke, at last, putting her hand on his shoulder. His older sister brushed some of his hair out of his face. “You are stronger than they think.” She rested her forehead on his, Damian closed his eyes to feel the sliver of comfort his sister provided. When she pulled away, Cass looked as if she wanted to see his reaction but someone called for her. Damian could tell that she was hesitant to leave after only arriving so quickly, but she stood up anyway.

Taking one last look at her younger brother, Cass left the room. Damian didn’t pay attention to who called her, he didn’t care. Turning around back onto his side, Damian stared out the window, clutching his knees closer to his chest. He took his drawing from under his blanket and brought it closer to himself, as if being closer could bring him back to there, back to her.

He loved his sister, he really did. But was it too much to ask for the rest of his family to love him too?

~~~

Beep. Beep. The sound of the heart monitor was beginning to annoy him. He sat up and glared at the machine he was hooked to. Without thinking, he grabbed the cord and pulled it off him. A continuous sound followed. The boy sighed and got up, kicking the blanket off his legs. Damian looked back at the heart monitor, the sound being played was identical to that as if his heart had stopped beating, as if he had died again. He waited for a second, a few more seconds. The sound was far too loud to not be heard, someone would have to notice it eventually. A minute, a few more minutes.

No one came.

He wasn’t surprised, he expected it. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment and heartache. Damian felt as though he was… unlovable, not worthy of their time and care. He didn’t look like any of them, he didn’t act like any of them, he wasn’t chosen like any of them. He didn’t belong, the other people at school told him so, and he believed them. Drake didn’t bother to hide his distaste for the boy, his other siblings aren’t fond of him. Grayson and Cass were the only exceptions, but that could be a lie. His father never seemed to believe that he was capable of change, despite Damian trying so, so hard to please the man.

The boy sighed and turn to look at himself in the mirror, except he didn’t see his reflection. He saw that place, the magical limbo. He blinked once, twice, and the scene still stood there waiting for him. The moon was shining beautifully on the calm, still, lake. A gentle breeze made the leaves on the trees dance, some occasionally falling off to waltz with the wind. It was ethereal, it was the glimmer of happiness Damian needed. He stepped closer to the mirror frame, gently reaching his hand to where the glass once was, hoping that his hand would fall through. Which it did. The boy perked up and jumped through the frame, his feet landing on the soft ground. The air was fresher, the tension drained from his bones, and he felt like he belonged. Damian took one more step towards the lake, and the mirror behind him shattered. The door back to reality had broken, yet it never affected him. He just gazed over the broken glass, a dullness in his eyes.

“Damian.”

The voice caught Damian’s attention. He turned to face the owner, and it was her.

“Marinette.” He found himself saying, a smile on his face as he stepped closer to her. She was beautiful in the moonlight, like a spirit almost. She smiled in response, turning to the scenery. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Damian froze. “What is?”

“Why, the forest, of course.” The girl responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, a smile playing on her lips. The teen frowned.

“But, didn’t you say-“

“Why don’t you and I explore the forest together?” She asked, offering her hand for him to take. And he almost did.

‘Promise me that if you ever find yourself here again, never go into the woods surrounding this lake.’ Marinette’s voice echoed in his mind. He promised her, did she forget?

“Why can’t we just stay near the lake? Like we did last time?” Damian pressed further, the hesitation almost showing in his voice.

“Is there a reason why you’re hesitant?” The girl looked pointedly at him as if daring him to answer the question.

“No, no, it’s just-“ ‘The further you go into the forest-‘ Marinette’s voice seemed louder than ever, Damian could barely get his words out. “I thought you said-“

“Come with me, it’s nice in the forest.” She took his hand that was resting by his side and slowly dragged him closer to the entrance of the woods. Damian felt no control over his body, he couldn’t move away and his mouth refused to speak. He promised Marinette, he promised her. He promised-

The closer you’ll be to death.

Damian woke up from his nightmare, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest with how fast it was beating. He placed his hand on his chest, focusing on his breathing until he calmed down. He lifted himself so he was in a sitting position, his hand now resting on his lap. In a way, Damian had asked for this. He desperately kept wishing to go back to that place, the different dimension, and he did get what he asked for but it was at a cost.

No, it never was the real thing. It was just a dream. His worst enemy and best friend was his own mind, allowing him to see her but only for it to be a trick. Damian looked over at the heart monitor he was attached to, the rapid beating matching the rise and fall of his chest.

‘Perhaps I should leave it alone this time.’

~~~

Bruce Wayne paced around one of the many living rooms, his hand covering his mouth, his thoughts were ablaze as they argued with one another. He was aware of the fact that Tim had stopped typing on his computer, he was very aware of Alfred’s heavily concerned expression and was doing everything he could to ignore the older man. He didn’t fail to notice the look Tim and Dick had exchanged, despite never once looking at them. Bruce knew he had, as Jason would say, fucked up.

“Why aren’t you talking with him?” Dick asked his adoptive father, his tone very unimpressed. Bruce stopped in his tracks.

“I-“

“Bruce, he’s your son. He could’ve been killed out there.” Dick pressed further, his fists clenched. He was right, Bruce knew he was right and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to face Damian, his son. Dick waited for a response, his eyes telling Bruce to speak up. When the man didn’t, he sighed. “I know Damian can be hard to handle but he needs you, you’re his father and he needs both your love and your guidance, Bruce.”

Tim looked directly into Bruce’s eyes, even him demanding an answer. Bruce was fully aware of Damian and Tim’s strained relationship, never would he think the teen would care for his younger brother in this way. Bruce sighed and dragged a hand down his face, glancing over at Alfred, who himself had a disappointed look on his face. Someone else entered, her face cold and harsh.

“You must talk to him,” Cass demanded and Dick made a small sound of agreement. Tim had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. But it was his silence that told Bruce he agreed too. Drawing a breath through his nose, Bruce turned to his daughter.

“Is he awake?”

Cass didn’t respond at first and instead began to read his body, searching for even the slightest sign of dishonesty. After finding nothing, she nodded and Bruce proceeded to leave the living room. He however exchanged a look with Alfred, one that meant that he was trying his hardest. Heading for the stairs, Bruce paused as his hand touched the bannister.

‘This is your son, a boy who needs your support.’

‘He brought this injury upon himself, he refused to listen.’

Bruce shook his head. ‘He’s a teenager, he’s bound to make mistakes. Damian had and will learn from this so we’ll discuss it after he has fully healed.’ He nodded to himself, that was the better mindset to be in, and he resumed his journey up the stairs. It didn’t take long for him to reach the upper floor and the faint sound of a heart machine echoed through the drafty halls. He counted the beats on his head, it was too fast. Perhaps he had woken up from a nightmare. Bruce felt his steps quicken and a breath of relief escape from his lips as the sound of the heart monitor returned to normal.

As Bruce walked toward his son’s bedroom, questions began pouring through his brain. ‘What if Damian sustained more damage than what Alfred had reported?’ ‘Would he even want to speak with me right now? He could still be tired from the injuries and the pain medication.’ ‘When was the last time I had even gone to his room?’

‘Was his room always this far away?’

Bruce soon reached his son’s room, the door was open just enough so that he could see the end of the bed. The door pushed open with a low creek and Bruce heard the monitor's beeps gain the slightest bit of speed. ‘Of course.’ Bruce thought. ‘He doesn’t know who’s here.’ The man stepped into view and again the heart rate went higher, Bruce felt his own heart drop at the quick realisation. The sight of him made his son nervous. With a sigh, Bruce moved closer and sat on the bed, the worried gaze from his son burned through his skull. It seemed to have burnt a hole in his chest too as a lump grew in his throat. As he looked his son in the eyes, Bruce realised that even though Damian had made a mistake on patrol, it was his fault. He had allowed his son to fear him when he should have cared for him, loved him as he so rightfully deserved.

His own son.

Bruce stretched his arm over to brush some of Damian’s loose strands of hair away from his face. Holding his breath, Bruce tried to speak. “Damian-”

“I apologise, father.” His son interrupted. “I disobeyed your orders and I know that my injuries were warranted.”

‘He’s right.’

‘No, he’s not.’

“Damian-” Bruce tried to talk again but his attempt proved to be worthless.

“I understand that I will be benched for the amount of time that you see fit. I deliberately went against your orders and I apologise.” Bruce could see the silent longing in his eyes, the unspoken plea in his voice.

“You will only be benched because you are too injured,” he finally got his voice in. “By the time you are fully healed, I will allow you to continue.” The confusion and shock in Damian’s eyes hurt him more than any slice of a blade or wound from a gun that had hurt him before. His own son had expected a punishment worse, and Bruce knew it was his fault.

“You’re not stripping the Robin mantle from me?” Damian almost whispered, stunned. Bruce reached over to gently put his hand on the boy’s face.

“Of course not, this was just a mistake on your behalf.” Bruce tried to reassure him but inwardly sighed at his choice of words. “You may be a teenager, Damian, but you still have so much to do in your life, you still have so much room to grow. Don’t allow something like this to destroy you.” With a sigh, Bruce stood up. “Get some rest, Damian”.

It wasn’t the greatest of words, but it was a start and that’s the best thing he could have done, right?

His thoughts spoke up again.

‘He’s an assassin, he’ll never change.’

‘He can. I know he can. I’ll help him.’

He stood up from the bed and turned his back, beginning to walk away when he abruptly stopped at the door. Bruce took a quick glance at his son and he vowed to himself just before she left the room. He vowed to be a better father, one that Damian needed and deserved.

However, a different thought ran into Damian’s mind, a goal he was set upon. A goal that even the world’s greatest detective wouldn’t be able to figure out.

As Bruce walked down the manor’s hallways, Damian Wayne vowed to himself that he would find what he had lost.

Damian was going to find Marinette.

~~~

His eyes were closed and all his senses focused on the sounds surrounding him. Only once he was certain his father had returned downstairs, he opened his eyes and sat up. He gazed over at the bedroom window, the honey-coloured sky said it was late afternoon, evening possibly. Damian tried to pull himself out of bed but a weird feeling caused him to stop. His hand brushed over the stitching that rested on his abdomen. Despite his injuries and vague memories of the patrol, he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened. When was the last time he had been injured this badly?

Shaking his head, Damian got up to his feet and rested his hands on the bed frame, accustoming himself to walking again. His weight shifted from one leg to the other, testing to see if walking would be a painful problem. Luckily it wasn’t. Not as painful as earlier, thankfully. Damian was partly grateful for his ability to rapidly recover, despite what he had to endure before, and after, he gained it.

This ability was only shared with him because of his training when he was an assassin. He’s grown past that, from what he tells himself. It’s not true, the people living within the manor’s walls only see him like that. A cold, heartless assassin. There’s only so much emotion one can go through before they overflow.

And that will only prove them right.

Clenching his fists, Damian made it to his desk. The computer seemed to be untouched. His hands glided over the cover and he began hastily typing on the keyboard, searching for any trace of Marinette’s whereabouts. However, he wasn’t going to spend hours searching, he needed to find her. He began filtering through every file, his eyes scanning over every detail and profile image. Nothing came up. ‘Either I’m not looking correctly, or she purposely doesn’t want to be found.’ His finger tapped on his desk as he racked his brain on any defining features of Marinette, and his brain clicked.

Her accent.

It sounded French. It had to be French.

His fingers began tapping faster than the thoughts running through his mind and his eyes met a familiar blue.

A gorgeous, bewitching, blue. So blue, he was drowning. His hands trembled as her face stared back at him. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. She was real.

Marinette was in Paris, how fitting. Damian glanced over towards his bedroom door, it was still open so he stood up to close it when his eyes landed on one of his black backpacks. He looked towards his bedroom window and moved to rest his palm on it. A plan began to hatch in his mind. Moving back to his computer, he checked the security camera of both the manor and somewhere else - blind spots would be easy to exploit.

He paused. Was he ready for this? Leaving everything behind? His siblings, his pets, everything he has worked for. His father.

‘No, he wouldn’t care. He never did. He lied about caring- about loving me.’

Damian rested his palms on the desk.

‘Father is a dangerous liar.’ He thought to himself. ‘And I am a foolish believer.’

And like adrenaline, persistence burned through his veins. Like it had once before. ‘Tonight’ Damian told himself.

‘I’m leaving tonight.’

~~~

The wind blew through her hair as red hot tears streamed down her face. She tried to get her to stop. She tried so hard. But she doesn’t stop, and her wounds are a constant reminder of the fact. Lila took everything from her, and everything still wasn’t enough.

Everything is never enough.

The blood trickled down her chin. The salty metallic taste in her mouth was sickening. Disappointing.

‘You’re Ladybug, the beloved hero of Paris. And yet, you are hated by the people who adore you.’ Marinette’s thoughts whispered into her ear. ‘How pathetic.’

She knew that her thoughts weren’t lying, she was weak. Marinette let Lila win, she allowed Lila to take everything away. She only had herself to blame, it was too late to change anything now. But Marinette knew she was strong, her loneliness taught her strength.

She just wished loneliness wasn’t her mentor.

“Tikki,” Marinette mumbled, her hands wiping both her tears and her blood. Her kwami flew up to be in her eyesight. “Would it be selfish, if Marinette disappeared?”

“What do you mean?”Tikki questioned, landing to sit on her holder’s knee.

“If I just left one day, away from Lila, away from my parents, school, Adrien, everyone. Would it be selfish?” She felt as though she was begging. She wanted an answer. Tikki shook her head. “What if I just slept forever, if I just stayed at the lake, it’s that selfish?”

“Marinette-“

“I don’t want advice, I want the truth,” Marinette murmured, her eyes locked with Tikki’s.

The kwami was understanding. “You’ll be alone.”

“I’m always alone, Tikki,” She argued back. “At least I’ll have Damian there.”

‘Damian.’

‘He would be there.’

‘He really would.’

Tikki saw that Marinette’s eyes changed. The emotion before was gone. Marinette chuckled to herself. “Is it possible to miss someone this much? To be homesick from a person you just met?” Her smile faded and a sombre expression appeared. “I want him here, Tikki.”

Her guardian was strong, but it wasn’t by choice. She remembered the day before Master Fu gave her the ladybug miraculous.

How the full moon shone that night, just like it did as Marinette cried. Life is unfair, the currents pull you in and refuse to let go. You end up drowning. Life pulled her into its misery, Marinette was drowning.

Marinette stood up, her legs shaking in the cold wind. Her hands were laced in scarlet liquid, her blood dripped onto the concrete ground. The cut under her eye wasn’t as swollen as it was before, she could see fine. The rusted blade that cut her was just a few feet away. She wasn’t sure who it belonged to, she only knew that it was someone in her class. They had dragged her to this alley and left her to bleed.

Her hair fell like waterfalls, covering her wound as she walked home. Her presence was ignored by her parents as she opened the door. They didn’t even spare her a glance. Lila had gotten to them too, she didn’t care. She didn’t live here anyway, what was the point of interacting with strangers? Marinette only came here to patch up her wound, and retrieve one last thing from when she moved out - the umbrella that Adrien gave her before everything went wrong. He’s hurt her more than he knows, but it wasn’t all his fault. He had no clue about what Lila was capable of. She couldn’t rely on him though, she couldn’t rely on anyone.

The teachers did nothing.

Her classmates turned against her.

Alya became Lila’s best friend.

Chloe was gone, Lila drove her to the very edge.

Adrien did nothing, chosing to keep the peace rather then exposing Lila’s lies.

Tom and Sabine had disowned her, Lila was more believable than their own daughter.

Kagami became her friend, but she chose to be on Lila’s side to stay with Adrien over their friendship.

Luka wanted to be there but his sister came first, and that unfortunately meant that he had to leave Marinette too.

Chat Noir had even grown quiet, colder.

Everyone had left her in some way. Marinette had accepted it a long time ago. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It felt like thorns tearing into her heart. How ironic, the holder of the ladybug miraculous of creation and good luck, has had her life destroyed and is the most unluckiest of all.

A cold drop landed on the tip of her nose and a shiver ran down her spine. She looked up, it was raining. Pulling out her umbrella, she walked into the Parisian night. The Eiffel Tower shone in its light, the moon was full and Marinette sat on a nearby bench, looking up towards the stella body.

“If I survive the day, I will be rewarded with the moon’s full attention at night.”

Marinette smiled as Damian’s voice echoed in her mind. “I survived the day, Damian,” she whispered out loud. “I fully understand what you mean now, you were right.” Marinette closed her eyes, a smile on her face. “I can only hope, that you’re alright.” The night breeze danced through her hair, as if it were Damian saying: ‘I can hear you, don’t worry, I can hear you.’

The sound of footsteps caught her offguard and she looked up at the person approaching her. Her eyes met emerald green and a gasp escaped her lips. ‘It couldn’t be. He isn’t here. Your mind is playing tricks on you Marinette, he’s not-’

“I am now,” the person spoke, a smile on his face.

Marinette dropped the umbrella as she got up onto her feet. Her hand hesitantly reached out and they took it into their own. Her mouth parted but no words were said. Her other hand shot up to cover her mouth as the realisation dawned on her.

“I’m here, Marinette,” Damian murmured, his hand reaching over to brush away the tear that began rolling down her cheek. He let his own umbrella fall. “I found you.”

A true smile take over her features and she jumped into his arms. “Indeed you did.” She mumbled into his chest as his arms wrapped around her for a hug. “Never in my life did I miss someone as much as I have missed you.”

“I felt the same.” He replied, his voice sounded like a dream but she knew this was reality. They were here together, in the waking world.

“Damian, je voudrais que tu m’emmènes loin, très loin d’ici (I would like you to take me away, far away from here),” Marinette whispered, unaware of the fact that Damian could understand. “Loin de ma vie injuste (Away from my unfair life).”

After a moment of silence, Damian whispered back. “Je vais le faire, je te le promets. (I will, I promise you)” Marinette stilled and looked up to be met with his expression of pure loyalty. “We will help each other and we’ll rise from Life’s tides.”

Cupping her face with his hands, he continued. “We will reignite and we will become the infernos that no one believed we could be.”

Marinette’s features softened and she nodded. “Let the world drown in our tsunamis, we’ll show them what we can be.”

Damian rested his forehead on Marinette’s and they both closed their eyes, finding comfort in one another as the rain poured. The weather had no meaning as the couple swayed in the moonlight, reunited under the skies that brought them together. Marinette knew that Damian had her heart and with him, she was home.

Truly home.

~~~

Tim kept his eyes on the tray in front of him as he walked up the stairs. The morning had arrived and he offered to bring Damian his breakfast. He didn’t miss the surprised expressions everyone gave him the moment the words left his mouth and he began to regret his decision before he had even left the kitchen.

So there he was at Damian’s door, knocking with one hand and holding a tray of food in the other. There wasn’t an answer and Tim rolled his eyes, he was probably asleep. ‘A cup of coffee would really help the brat- my brother out.’ Tim muttered in his head as he moved to open the bedroom door, but his hand paused at the door handle. It was quiet. It was far too quiet.

He pushed the door open, and there was tidy room. It was clean, much cleaner than his own, but it was also empty. Damian wasn’t in his bed that was now neatly made. The heart monitor had been unplugged and turned off. Tim set the tray down on the nearest table and scanned the room. One of Damian’s backpack was gone, including some more of his belongings. The window was clean and closed, meaning that he had left on his own accord. He couldn’t have, could he? Tim checked every crevice of his brother’s room for any sign of intrusion. Even opening the windows to see any sign of a struggled outside the manor. There was none.

Almost sprinting down the stairs, Tim reached the dining room where everyone was still eating. His presence must’ve shocked them, or perhaps his frazzled appearance did, as Dick spoke up first.

“Tim, you alright?” His older brother asked and that gained the attention of everyone in the room. Tim began shaking his head.

“No it- it’s Damian he-“

“He didn’t do something did he?” Stephanie questioned, putting another spoonful of breakfast in her mouth.

“No, he’s gone.” Tim got out and he immediately noticed the change in the atmosphere.

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Bruce spoke up, standing up from his seat.

“He isn’t there,” he clarified. “He left the manor.”

There wasn’t a word said, the silence was suffocating. Tim knew that Damian didn’t leave just for the sake of it, they had all contributed to his decision. And Tim couldn’t feel any more guilt. He had helped driven his baby brother away. They all did.

They were all to blame.

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sleeplesssodatyler · 10 months

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Sonder Achivement, Denouement the Goal Warning. Suicidal thoughts, violence, unreliable narrator SPOILERS.

This is a small snippet of what I plan to write. And that is the 'What if Wei Wuxian wasn't revived' This isn't how the actual story will go (probably, because I am personally unsure of how I wrote this... This was done late at night, and for some reason, I deemed that this could very much happen. Realistically speaking, I don't see it happening, however, I don't want this to go down the drain.), but I still wish to share it nonetheless. (I don't know if I'll do Wei Wuxian not being revived, or him just completely forgetting his life...Both are interesting.)

Okay- I won't keep you.

Mo Xuanyue was planning on doing the ritual, really. He just wanted to take one last look around before he gave himself up. Only for a little, then he would do this. Only one look at this godforsaken place. And then the all-mighty Yiling Patriarch will take revenge for him because he is weak, tired, and exhausted. No, he doesn’t want to live. All that matters is that they all die. Perish. Because he is tired and cannot do it himself. Nie Huaisang has reminded him of the means for it. It takes so little. His blood- some cuts. And then his life. That doesn’t matter though. Compared to Yiling Patriarch his life is nothing. So why is he wasting time like this? It is late, no one should be awake, perfect time to finally get this over with. He can rest after.

Yet, the feeling in his chest won’t let up. Why can he think clearly now? Why won’t his chest let this get done? He wants this to happen. Who cares if he dies or lives- he has no family. No one to care, to bother when an evil spirit takes his body. When he gives himself up. Why does he hurt now. WHY NOW. He was fine with this. Right? Death is the best option for him- he can’t get his sweet revenge for himself, but he - he CAN. Why is his breath uneven? Why can he think so clearly now- why does he need to think of this

He doesn’t want to think

please stop it please never stops them. He can, He the all-mighty can. Rest, he wants to rest right? Where are his legs bringing him? Yes, he wants to rest, so he should return and do it.

Something dropped onto the ground. Someone dropped onto the floor. Poor them. They know how it feels like to fall now, shame no one knocked them onto it like they do to him all the time. His face feels hot, his eyes mainly, something wet started falling from them too. His hand started hitting something, Since when was he facing the ground? Since when was his hand repeatedly hitting the ground under him? It all stopped suddenly. Expect the wetness. Falling, it kept, it falling, the small drops of water. It falling what, water falling. It was falling. It water falling. Words aren’t making sense- What water falling- Is it raining? It must be. His body felt wrong oh so wrong it felt. It felt like his skin wasn’t his. If he wasn’t about to sacrifice himself, he would have probably skinned himself. Maybe then he’d feel good. It had to be cold because his body was shaking. It was raining, so it made sense that it was cold. Cold. Cold. Always cold. Expect when he was at Lanling- But that is long gone, he cannot go back, no he was driven out. Now he feels sick for liking him- ahah- so very sick very very - yet he does ahah- his ‘family’ is right about few things. But they will suffer either way. That is the only right way. And he, he will die for it. Suddenly something warm was placed on his back. A voice, very light, sweet. He doesn't hear such voices. this felt alien. Wrong. “Are you alright xiǎo huǒzi?” Someone crouched next to him. Why was he on the ground? What has that person said? Why is there a hand on his shoulder? A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER. He quickly scrambled away. This person had white robes, very white robes. Expect the deep red seeping through. Spot on their left shoulder, stomach - there was a lot of red. Even on their face. It wasn’t make-up like he has over his eyes, nor some fabric. And yet a smile was planted on their lips. Lips that too were messed up with red. Red, red on the white, white like a peony. Dirtied with red. Why smile at him? Yet they smile, their long hair very messed up, dark hair messed up, just like their robes. “Do you need help? It’s not safe out here at this time.” Sweet and light yet so very forced. They were barely crouching. He recognised pain, he knows pain by heart, but he usually doesn’t see it in others. Because they cause his pain, they don’t know the pain. They just know how to cause it, but never experience it. That’s why they must pay, that is why he must give up his life, his everything and get revenge. All so they know pain.

This person, is also in pain, so why are they taking their time to bother with him? A soon-dead man walking? Due to no answer being given, the smile disappeared. Staring, why stare at him? They struggled to stand, good. They will leave him and he will go do what he must. “Do you…have somewhere to stay?” Why ask? How does it matter. A laugh, someone was laughing. No wonder, his life was a big joke after all. But that stranger seemed to think otherwise.

“...Come, I’ll get you somewhere safe at the very least.” Now they sounded raspy. Red was coughed from their mouth but they prevented it from falling to the ground with a hand. While the other was stretched out in front of him. He cowered away. He was going to get hit even by a stranger now! what a world it is he lives in- well, at least he won’t be here for much longer, soon the Yiling Patriarch will have his body. And he will rest, his head feels full, but it won’t after. His chest won’t hurt, won’t feel so tense, so iffy. But nothing hit him. No pain came. Are they waiting till he drops his guard so it hurts even more?

“Nevermind. Please follow.” No hit. No pain. He looked back, the person was slowly dragging themselves towards an inn. Waiting. Who were they waiting for? Why was his body moving now? Where were his legs going? Why was it still wet. His cheeks, why do they feel wet? The person continued walking. And Mo Xuanyu did too. Leg raised, moved, landed, then the other did the same, placing itself a bit before the one from before. Why though? This isn’t the right way. He needs to go back. Why is his body not listening?

It took a bit, but the inn owner did open the door. Seeing him and the stranger, he took them both in. It’s late, that man should have been sleeping. They probably woke him up, yet he didn’t yell at them, hit them, or anything. Just took them in. Maybe he was waiting till they got comfortable to beat them both. That’s probably it.

But nothing came even after a while. He just brought bandages for the two of them. Even helped the stranger patch themselves up. While he sat. Loud, his head was loud and everything was wrong but right and he was tired and he couldn’t stop thinking while he had nothing on his mind. Just babbles. Loud babbles. Nothing made sense in his head.

There were noises, and words being said. But he couldn’t grasp them. Couldn’t- Can’t. He can’t. Because he is tired and he should have been resting by now. Forever. But he is still here. And these people aren’t screaming at him, calling him names or hitting him. He is sitting there, other people with him and he is hurting but at the same time isn’t. Because no one is hurting him right now, but he still feels pain. Why did he come here? He could have been resting. Just like Nie Huaisang said, the Yiling patriarch can get revenge for him, he can rest forever if he just gives up his body. He doesn’t need to feel pain. But does he really want that? He doesn’t realize someone is shaking his shoulder. Tired, he is tired, he is hurting and he doesn’t want to hurt but he does and he hates it. He hates his so-called family, he hates pain and he hates feeling tired. He hates his eyes his face his skin everything. Because he is hurting. He is hurting and no one is there ever. Ever there for him. Just him and his hurt. His thoughts. Thoughts that are not even thoughts. Because his head is loud and full but makes no sense. Is it so much to feel lightheaded? Have nothing on mind? Feel no pain? His body was shaking, someone was shaking him but he didn’t understand why. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t rough it was just a slight shake and after a bit another shake. The voices didn’t stop. But the voices weren’t his own. No, they couldn’t because they didn’t sound mean or impolite. It reminded him of someone. Oh, but he hated that man. He hated him. He hated himself for liking him even despite that. But, the Yiling Patriarch will deal with this for him too, surely. And even if he doesn’t at least he won’t be here to think about it anymore. Because he will be gone. And the Yiling Patriarch will return.

He doesn’t know when he lost consciousness, but he woke up in a room unfamiliar to him. In a bed that was far too comfortable for someone like him. And yesterday’s events were blurry and he didn’t know what happened and his breathing started getting uneven and he wanted to go back and just end it all already. He got up. He got up. But before he could leave he noticed the white-clothed stranger from yesterday sitting in a chair that was next to the bed he was in before. Their clothes were still bloody and their hair a mess. Bags were under their eyes.

He stopped. And he didn’t know why. Why did he stop? He stared at the stranger. Cultivator. This was likely a cultivator, probably a rouge one, since they didn’t wear any uniform, or were from some small clan and that is why he didn’t recognise their robes. Did they stay by his side the entire night? No, why would anyone want to stay by his side? Then they woke up and he wanted to run out of the room. Get as far as possible, but they woke up too quickly and spoke even faster. “You’re awake, good.” Their voice was still rough, but there was still this odd tone. He heard it at times, but he doesn’t anymore. So this felt wrong. As if they were speaking to someone else. But it was just them in the room. “Are you alright? Do you remember what happened last night?” How would he answer that? If he says he doesn’t would they get mad? If he says he does would they hit him for wasting their time? What does it matter? He is gonna leave in a bit and then he is not gonna be anymore. Mo Xuanyu nodded once in response. Backing towards the door. Because he will flee. He will run and he won’t look back and then he will offer his body to the all-mighty Yiling Patriarch. “Wait, don’t leave yet. Clearly, you aren’t –” They got up and went towards him, but their leg gave out and they fell to the ground with a grunt. Fear spiked within. Hha- they fell, they fell because they tried coming to him. So now they will hit him- They will hurt him like his ‘family’ because they fell because of him. He himself got to the floor and covered his head, smiling. Small silent laughs and sobs could be heard. He couldn’t tell if it was him, but it probably was. Who else would it be?

But a while passed and no pain came. He didn’t dare look to see what was happening for a while longer, however in the end he did. And he was met with a strange look from the stranger. They looked concerned. He didn’t get why. Should he have just taken the beating like a man? Well, sorry, but at least he will try to make his suffering less painful if he can. After all, being manly was never his strong side. “I..Won’t hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to, just look at me.” They smiled slightly. Yet they looked like they were in pain. Why would they try to make him feel better when they are also in pain? Why did it matter to him if they were in pain, he was too. He suffered, he felt pain too, so why did that bother him? His head hurt. He didn’t want to think anymore. Yet he still thought. He thought and his thoughts were endless. And even when he wanted to rest, he couldn’t because he is stuck here. And there is a cultivator here, he cannot do the ritual with someone like that around. So he stays silent and he just stares at them back. Why would someone show him sympathy or empathy? This is sketchy and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like many things, he realizes as of late. But what is there to like? Should he enjoy the pain he is subjected to? The embarrassment? No. He will stop feeling all of it soon anyway…Right. He won’t feel anything soon, that is good. Good. His head won’t be so full all the time… “I can escort you back home if you have one at least…If I can’t help else how.” Still, they spoke nicely with him. Maybe this is because they don’t recognise him? The second they realize who he is they will probably be mean to him too. So- He should just- “I’m Mo Xuanyu.” The reply came quickly. “Heard. That doesn’t mean I cannot want to help you.” He didn’t know what to do. Sobs, he heard sobs. They were hurting themselves, it was clear. They hurt, red was pooling from them not too long ago and yet they wanted to help him, a lunatic. He wanted to hate them for that. He wanted to hate them for understanding somehow- for somehow being capable of wanting to help even though they knew what freak he was. But how does one hate someone like that? So the sobbing continued. His eyes were hot, his nose runny. Everything felt bad. He just wanted to perish. Oh, how he wanted to sleep forever but the fear has caught on after a while. He was determined- but that faded. He wanted revenge- he did. He hates these people more than anything- But shouldn’t he get to watch them suffer? When he gives up his body it’s over. He- He won’t be able to witness their suffering. He wants to see it. He wants to see them pay for what they did to him. But he is also weak. He is so very weak. If he gives up his body, his revenge is set in stone. He just won’t be there to see it. He wants to see it- but you can’t have it all.

Is it worth it if he can’t see it though? It’s his revenge. He wants to see them suffer, and beg for mercy, and forgiveness, just like he has. Only to be granted none and then perish. He wants to see the pain on their face. The despair. Their life draining away. He deserves to see it. He does. Not some Yiling Patriarch who has nothing to do with him. If demonic cultivation is the only way to get revenge, why doesn’t he learn it himself. If a demonic cultivator is needed for this, HE will be the cultivator. Maybe not the all-mighty grandmaster- but he will take this on by himself. After all, he knows some things. With time and effort- he will get there. Revenge tastes the sweetest when it’s earned, right? So this will be the sweetest revenge ever committed in the world. And it will be his own. What exactly happened, hah, he doesn’t know, wouldn’t care anyway. Outside, he was outside, it was no longer dark. Sun was in the sky. Laughter filled the street and his legs moved and people were staring. And staring and staring. That is all they do. Stare. Doesn’t matter, won’t matter.

Because he, he will get what he deserves. And they, they will pay. By his hands and his thoughts.

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alarrytale · 8 months

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I also think Harry wants to get an EGOT. But I don't really think that was the reason for him to get into acting. I mean, Harry can get an EGOT just by writting songs for soundtracks or by having producer credits in things like TV shows/broadway shows, etc, he doesn't need to act to get there.

I think he went into acting probably because he was encouraged by his team to do so. A lot of pop stars have done the same in the past, more or less successfully. Getting themselve in a different industry, acting, in this case, will keep them relevant even if one day their albums underperforms. It's basically their way to try to expand an artist shelve life by making them known by other things besides music and establish them more as household names.

I also don't think Harry has ever seemed super passionate about acting nor that he thought he would EGOT becuase of it, as I said. I really think it was just to make him more of an household name, which they achived, because even though DWD was a disaster it made everyone aware of Harry, even people outside of his target demographic, and lots of people who didn't know who he was before.

And yes I also don't think Harry is super talented acting wise, but i actually think he is able with the skills he has to carry secundary roles of the same size of the one he had on Dunkirk. And if Harry and his team want him to keep acting he should go for those type of roles, small ones.

About his co-stars, I agree some of them resented him a bit for taking the focus away for them and the other things you mentioned. But that's a bit inevitable. Harry has reached a level that he has more star power than pretty much any actor from his generation, so unless Harry ends up in a movie with older and really established actors, or he will always end up being the focus for the media. I mean, even in Eternals, with The Angelina Jolie there, during the press tour they did for the movie every two questions were them asking the actors how it was to work with Harry.... There's not much you can do about that, I don't think... maybe Harry is too famous for his own good.

Also, about Harry being too famous for his own good. Just to say, on his defense, that most of Harry acting performances were not that good but they were also not awful. I 've seen way worse from professional actors and none of them got so much shit from film critics as Harry did. As I say once again because he is too famous for his own good, film critics couldn't miss the chance to try to knock him down a peg or two, they can't stand seeing someone be too successfull... Either way, even though Harry is surround by yes man I think he indeed knows about what those film critics said about him. And I actually felt bad for him last year because it seems that he takes to heart the things people say about him and critics didn't want to back off of him for shit. Either way, I'm sure if he wants to keep acting he will do acting lessons or something like that. Harry seems like a prefectionist.

All the anons about actor harry and my answers are under the cut.

The opinions vary, it depends on several things, but from my point of view, i agree with you.

Hi anon(s),

I agree with you, that might have been his motivation. Extending his shelf life is a good argument. I don't think he's good at acting, but also not the worst. He's just lacking natural talent and he hasn't the time nor inclination to improve imo.

I also think that Harry is not a good actor. His facial expressions are overplayed and put on (David and Ruppert are, conversely, full of “inhabited” finesse). Harry seems off when he plays. I'm sorry for the fandom but it's a fact.

what happened with the dunkirk cast ?

Nothing other than harry seemingly hanging more around the crew than the cast. It seemed like his cast mates resented him for getting the role, or they simply didn’t get along very well. I don't think they're in contact now.

Coming back to DWD, I get that you haven´t seen in because of the second hand embarassement and of course you don´t want to support OW....but is there a chance that you´ll watch it just out of the sarcasm when you know he can´t act // it needed that awful stunt and surrounding drama that became famous than the movie itself and maybee to see the difference between true actor (Florence) and singer-became-actor-because-that´s-popular-now? I mean, I watch sometimes bizzare things just because I know it´s bizzare.

(plus there´s this option to not supporting her by getting the movie you-know-where haha)

And talking about actor Harry - it´s probably also unpopular opinion but I really hope his contract with Marvel will somehow get cancelled because for me 1) Marvel´s totally desperate since Avengers Endgame and every movie after the last Avengers just sucks and so 2) getting Harry involved as a character just shows how desperate Marvel is - and I get that it´s all about money actually but still - please, Harry, you don´t need to drag yourself down this way.

If he´ll continue acting, I would prefer to see him in those small/indie movies with less famous actors. Like Taylor and Nick from RWRB.

And last opinion - I have a theory why MP went much better like how Harry fits in the cast simply because they got to know each other before filming (they had like 3 weeks for reheasals and to know each other?) and he probably felt much more comfortable with queer people who understood him and he didn´t have to pretend. Btw I also have a theory that David knows he´s gay like Harry told him because he´s gay himself and so Harry knew he can fully trust him and be open. And that´s maybe why Harry doesn´t follow him on IG because they maybe got stronger bond and so he doesn´t want any gossip (it´s enough that some tabloids wrote he had something with Emma omg). But that´s probably stupid theory, I don´t know.

No, i won't watch it. I have no inclination to do that at all. I agree with Marvel, i hope they changed their minds (if the rumours are true) and we've seen the last of his acting. About mp, yes maybe, but i just think he had better motivation to do the film. I think both David and Emma knows he's gay and with Louis. I don't think H is that close with David, also ig followers means nothing.

#sorry for the short replies but i'm so busy this week #actor harry #harry image #dwd #mp

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divinitysheart · 2 years

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ACHIVEMENT UNLOCKED ;; ONLY MEMORIES

It’s pointless but Namine continuously tries to fall asleep, even as her mind races and shifts uncomfortably in the silence.

She’s tired of thinking and feeling today, she just wants to stop it, she just wants to be okay now. She wants to be okay, honestly she does, and she truly wants to be brave, but it’s so hard to. It had exhausted her to pretend it was fine in front of Noctis without breaking down crying at his feet, and beg him not to leave her alone and trapped. But it had to be done, for she couldn’t force him to stay any longer and keep him from his DUTY, and she couldn’t go with him for her DESTINITY still lays here inside the castle.

But this situation is only temporary, or so she wants to believe. There’s no way that no one would ever happen to stumble upon a Castle like this again, not with how the Organization operated. If she learned anything from her time around these people, it’s that they likely had some sort of backup plan in case Namine wasn’t able to alter his memory.

But now that brings a new worry, who’s the poor soul she’ll have to alter the memories of next? How many people must she hurt to be able to gain freedom? How would Noctis be able to look at her the same knowing that she could have hurt so many people? It made her feel nauseous just thinking about it, and it’s not like she could bet on them being as strong as Noctis had been. Which would leave her with no choice but to do as she’s told and alter their memories to whatever they told her to.

She’s a pathetic monster.

No. No she’s not, she’s just doing what she can to survive. And there’s nothing wrong with just trying to survive it at this point, because it’s the only thing she’s ever known how to do. It’s not her fault she’s like this, it’s not like she asked to be made this way.

At this point, Namine is defeated in the battle for sleep. It’s too much right now, everything is just, too much. She can’t handle the ache she feels in her chest where her heart should be, she can’t handle the thoughts of whether or not she’s a monster for what she will have to do in future time, and she especially cannot handle the thought of her dearest and first friend never being able to look at her the same way again. So she does what she does best, she draws.

But it seems as if the world truly wishes to spite her as the paper makes a small yet painful cut to her finger, which causes a hiss of pain to leave Namine’s mouth. Even though it’s normal for her to get paper cuts sometimes when she drew, it felt as if the world itself was poking fun and laughing at her misery.

Why must the world be so cruel to her? What had she done to make it hate her so much? All she ever does is exist and the world seems to laugh and mock her for even breathing. Everything feels so pointless, she almost just wants to crawl back into the comfort of darkness and be consumed whole again.

But that’s just what the world wants her to do. They want to see her give up on the light that she’d been given and just accept that the darkness would consume her once more. Maybe it’s the fact she’s finally thinking a little more clearly, but she hears the memory of her and Noctis’ promise echo throughout her head.

Any thoughts of giving up or sinking back into the darkness slowly dissipated, for nothing was stronger than the promise the two of them made. The promise was the light amongst the darkness of her thoughts, for it reminded her to keep having hope and to be brave even in the face of her worst fears.

A breath of air is slowly inhaled and then exhaled as she finds the thoughts that once plagued her mind to have left her for now. Even the paper cut was now forgotten as she once again reached for the paper and pencils to finally do what she wanted to do, draw.

It takes several tries but within an hour or so, she manages to finish it. The end result is Noctis happy with his friends and Luna, which is something that brings Namine comfort. The idea of him finally returning to his home and being welcomed back with a warm embrace by friends and loved ones alike, it could almost make her cry tears of joy, but she didn’t quite know why.

Until the realization hits her, Namine finally realizes that even if she didn’t make it out of here, even if she could be only memories within his mind, as long as he can happily be with the people he loves, she could truly rest easy for the rest of her days. For anything is worth it to see him happy once again.

#⊰ painting but with words ⊱ drabbles #✴ remnants of memory ✴ namine #( hi yes ive been thinking about these two again )#( it's like 3am when I post this so its probably going to need some editing later LMAO )

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ralucasalmostgone · 1 month

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though yeah,

good for Theo's spirit awareness (hey thanks, btw, wazzap?)

nobody is gonna escape that accent/education problem, not as long as there's still a bridge between me and Romania like so:

Andreea has never had my healthy brain and body so...

this is YOUR problem now

(cause there's a guy there, not a girl)

and a guy that sits in Andreea's head too, never letting her be me for real, ever, voice and temporal and frontal lobe control included 🙄

---

she doesn't deserve to be me obviously, yet she's willing to pretend to be me but only if I'm not me

she can't do anything in general that I can do and she's never looked like me so...

would I allow her to continue lying this way? that she ever looked like me?

cause that's all I have: her lying and continuing to lie

so she left me no choice but constant removal of me from her and from anyone associated with her, where she might retreat after failing abroad: back to her home country

where she will continue lying because her IQ is that of a fish, when mine has been something else and pretty extraordinary (in a noticeable fashion, without perception even, so she knows 🙄)

funny how she did not see the warning signs either: if she truly believes in my better intelligence (enough to call me only for that), you'd think she'd be able to see what's gonna happen to her when she's only pretending to be smart 🙄

---

cause that's the last thing: her lying she's intelligent enough...

that she's a Velma at least, if not a real Daphne...

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I mean, I never saw that in my entire life! so when she started getting rewarded for being herself that way all the time, I was filled with a lot of questions marks. but I wasn't that surprised either!

when I started Uni, I was still pretty filled with chagrin but ready all at the same time (the previous teachers had made a random mess of my grades so I knew then and there was no more objectivity left in any grading system: even if I wanted high marks I would never get them correctly and objectively ever again!)

so I didn't try and I was also really right, ahead of time: the lecturers were only interested in having their asses kissed (which is the complete opposite of ME). so it was a good idea to not divide my intelligence and my projects with a bunch of less-than-average individuals.

but Andreea...Andreea was made for that! for kissing someone's ass, any authority figure! she would anything to get a father figure replacement to confirm to her that she's not stupid. so she did the exact opposite, found a bunch of "adoptive parents" and would stick to them like bees to honey

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and I supported that from the future so she would lock herself up in a white collar job made for minions and anyone who bows down to cruelty as an authority figure around me (like Dr House is) would take on the same doctor/biology-connected job - so would not grow a larger brain for sure or more intelligent and so prove to me that this type of factory worker exists (and it exists for me to exploit and drain out of life and health, all the way until I finish my current control). and that there's nothing wrong with paying cruelty with cruelty (when you're God or House MD ha ha).

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so she's not better and most human rewards and achivements depend on me and my moods

I just fooled her into thinking the small rewards are a sign of a bigger thing - which I can...

because

Idk it's a feeling thing, like a psychopath: you give a false sense of safety when you want to trap criminals

which is like, that's what they're stealing in the first place, from me, all the psychos and murderers out there... 🙄

you know what I mean?

I'm pretty good at this

I tried to warn these 2 girls in high school at some point. I noticed the Logic teacher starts laughing right before giving a student a very bad grade (all to ruin their average) and that he laughs to give a false sense of safety to his "victims".

So anyway, he asked the 2 girls some questions and they didn't answer correctly, he starts laughing, they start laughing with him (at that point, because I'm sitting across them, I'm like..."NOOO, you fools, noooo!" all desperate like on my face: "you're wrong!")

and then he just like, gives them the worst imaginable grades! leaving them stumped: which was what he wanted to see anyway!

he wanted to see you be stupid TWICE in a row!

that's where he gets off! for real! he was a psycho!

and you'd have to be perceptive enough to get it! 🙄

...

but anyway, I kinda took his little girl (she died) so he got depressed and drank after that and accompanied the Math teacher (with his own dead family) in their little teacher's lounge conversations.

they both wronged me

like the Religion teacher who ruined God's average unfairly! (it was so unfair! he was a total bitch!)

so I hit him with a car and he ended up in stitches and walking with crutches...

...

yeah, not a good time (high school) to be a male teacher of God 🙄

there was also the new Philosophy teacher (I did Philosophy when I was 14 instead - in Uni - but the actual subject we do it when I'm 18)

he was caught being a perv and sleeping with one student so he had to leave town to another city (especially when the student killed herself through suicide, by jumping off a balcony) - he fled like a little bitch...

and then we had a childish Philosophy teacher that was totally useless, so I studied by myself - regardless of his absentee presence (where he ruined my average anyway (!) so something bad was bound to happen to him eventually) and I got the highest grade at the Baccalaureate anyway in Philosophy - 98 - because of studying by myself

I'm really good when I study by myself, since I was a child - but when I was a child, even the Biology teacher would let me do it by myself! 🙄

As I get older, we have to do something about the male teachers around and most of it involves punishment, unless I do something about it, by choosing to study more and more by myself 🙄

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See? I'm not just intelligent, I'm also the main moral authority around: and everyone fails morally but me...

So I think I do a pretty job when I manage ALL these aspects that involve my entire God presence on Earth! 🙄

I don't harm others: they do! And they harm others in return! So I do what is morally sound in time since that's the dimension that involves other individuals! 🙄

But as a Lord God, since that's who I am for real.

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noro-noro-noro · 11 months

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dream that for a while I had like an invisible friend creature thing. it was kind of shaped like a clione angel but a bit larger, the size of a small cat, & it also had a human like head but with the face scratched out and almost punched concave. it ended up trusting me bc I didn't tell anybody about it. I don't know how we communicated but after noticing it I could keep seeing it bc the tips of its fins didn't camouflage perfectly so I was aware of the movement, and sometimes if inflicted with an element it would glow like fatui pyro assassins. it was also taking place in my mom's house but one of those dreams where even though I'm on the second floor the patio was almost at first floor like ground level. my dad was out there. I think I told my sister about it & she believed me, so I wanted to try telling my dad, but as I ran to catch up with him now in the townhouse parking lot with a spooky filter on, something else started happening.

I don't remember all the details, but now it was night & the moon kinda gave off a sickly purplish light & everhbody was running inside to take shelter, so I went too. I ended up with this other Asian family at the bottom of the stairs & eberybody had locked up their rooms already. this dude I think jeffery from my middle school's sister was in one but it was taking too long to unlock, so i opened this trapdoor like area under the stairs & pulled the shield across & hid there with him + 3 more just in time.

I didn't trust the shield and then the dream picked up on that so it became something we had to hold up physically ehile whatever was out there pounded and tore at it. I was getting worried but then I heard from outside "wow nate is going crazy" & I eas like oh. it's just them. and he tore the cover off but it was just nate again. anyway, the "bad" thing that was chasing everybody down happened to have Nate + that friend group in it so I guessed it was whatever...?

but I couldn't find my little invisible friend anymore. for having seen it and for various ither achivements I was awarded a bunch of legendary purple items like some new cosmetics, a weapon, & some house decorations, which I ended up just cuppinf in my hands like they were super small bc my inventory was full... and there was a second challenge dungeon for the evening called "go into the woods". it was completely solid black on there. did inhave to go in there while my hands were still full? there was chance of dying and losing your new items. while I dithered some of my friends went in & I was like hmmm.... but then I saw it for a few seconds - my little.sea angel friend, face now rounded out and smooth, hopping along on the ground behind a parade of otherworldly creatures or something, & it saw me looking & promptly vanished again, but I was happy it survived!

#dreams

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kyriiee · 1 year

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Celebrate Little Success

Do you know your purpose in life?

Lots of us has a purpose in life I do believe that we have a purpose that life is a beautiful journey that is meant to embraced to the fullest and its reminder to us that life is a great gift of our God. Just like a rainbow that’s have a many different colors and different personalities and just like a glass I am fragile but strong enough so no one can break me to a thousand pieces I’m both the storm and calm after it I always believe that there’s not always rainbows and butterflies that give us a full of thousands of a happy memories and a happy dreams. Nelson Mandela said “ Education is a powerful weapon that you can change the world” Hi my name is Khyre Gabrille Lozano 16 years old from the small town of Nueva Ecija and it’s has a 52 barangay Cuyapo. Just like Nelson Mandela said education is my key to success to achive my dreams. I see my self a successful teacher and seaman someday this is my dream since I was a child actually teacher is not my original dream but due to financial problem I need to stick into it because I don’t want to see my mom struggling because of my tuitions and expenses in school but I hope someday if I have a chance to pursue it I will grab it and pursue my original dream . My hobbies in life is playing online games such as Ml, Cod this is my stress reliever when there’s a lot of school projects that I need to do and finish it on time. Second is watching movies such us Netflix watching movies help me always to reduce my problems in life because for me when you watching your favorite movie it can reduce all the problem, stress in your life and lastly I always use my social media accounts to become updated on my friends and also to know what’s happening in our world. When you ask my personalities I am perfectionist because I want all my works will be perfect and creative since I was s child my mom said to me that “Be perfect always so that they can’t use your wrong decisions in life against you” but for me you’re not always perfect because we are people we are not Saints we make mistake mostly in our lives. And also I’m a challenger, I always challenge my self whatever in academics, dreams, achievements etc. It’s okay to challenge your self because it help you to become a strong independent person but not too much because it can crash you just be neutral and be your self as always. And lastly I’m very positive person I want all my surroundings filled with happiness even though there’s a lot of problems that they faced but that’s life we always receive a problem because God knows you can resolve it by your self. I like to sing such as romance, or sad songs, my favorite song is Gateway Car by Taylor Swift because it reminded me of my favorite person that I mt during pandemic. We have a toxic traits in life my toxic traits is being selfish sometimes because I think that’s the right decision that I’ll would do but there’s always a people affected on it. Just always remember “ Be Positive, Be Proud, and Be Yourself”

First and foremost since Covid-19 started I feel there’s a lot of changes in my self. For the past years I’ve been so sad because of Covid-19 I can’t go outside because there’s is a possibility that I can effected by the virus and lots of my self appearance changed and its give me a large impact on my personalities. There’s a lots of problems, events happens for the past year. My father died during Covid-19 I feel very sad and emotional because I didn’t have a opportunity to see him even though he doesn’t know that I’m exist but I’m still grateful that he give me life and a supportive mother that can give me that things that I want the feel of having a father and the feel of a complete family even though my father is not here. She give me everything so she’s the reason why I study harder. And I will do my best to become a successful teacher and seaman someday. Since there was a lockdown until now I am afraid to socialize because they might hate me when there’s have a recitation my anxiety always attack me my hands are shaking because of it. When the lockdown ended and all back to normal I feel scared because for the first time I’ll go outside and see some malls, buildings, stores etc. When the face to face declare by our DEPED I’m so nervous and scared. This past few days I’ve been very busy because of my school works but I know I can do it and past it on time. The Strength and Weakness that I discovered is first the strength of being understanding because the past years I only what I want I’ve been selfish sometimes and lots of bad decisions that I do. Second loving yourself because in the end of the day it’s only you, who help yourself to start again and be positive in life you don’t need other people to help you, you just need your self to grow up and move forward and also the strength that I discovered is being positive in life because for me even though there’s a lot of problem that I faced I just need to think positive and all of my problem will gone. Lastly be happy and God Centered. Be happy always because as a human being we create by our God not to take all the problem but he want us to follow him, to worship him to attend mass every Sunday. And I want God Centered because he give me a life that I want and give me a bunch of blessings that I deserve. The weakness that I discovered to my self is being lonely sometimes because sometimes I have no one to tell all of my problems in life, people see me a happy person but in general I’m very lonely person who have a lots of problem. Lastly the weakness that I discovered is when my family have a sick as a brother I need to take care of them that’s why they’re my weakness in life. My realization in my strengths and weakness is sometimes I need to move forward and sometimes it’s okay to take a break when it comes to academic because for me, I need to enjoy my teenage life and not being stress to my school works and personal problems because one day all of my hard work will pay offs, and I realize that I need to being friendly because someday I need them to talk about my personal problem and give me the best lesson on that. And don’t give up if theirs is a problem that you face. Move forward this is the one of the best strength that I’ve been discovered to my self because since that day I feel lonely, I feel scared no one was care for me so I choose to move forward and move on because I realized that if you choose to stay that all of your pass will always besides you there’s a possibility that you can reached the life that you want someday. And I realize that you need to take a break being a Grade 11 student I have a high standard when It comes to my academic all the lesson that we tackle everyday is very hard so that I need to review it when I go home but all of that when there’s have a quiz I didn’t reach that score that I want but that’s life I just need to study harder and sometimes I need to relax

The message that I want to said to my future self is move forward, and work harder because all your hard works in life, all your decisions, and all your sacrifices will be replaced by your dream, to start a beautiful journey you need to relax and be true to your self I know you’re very competitive you always want is the best version of you and I believe in mu self that one day my dream will come true and I can give my mom the best life that she wants. Also life is never been easy there’s a lot of challenges waiting for me but I know I can handle it I just need to stay positive and be patience so that you reached your goal in life. An I want to remind my future self is that even though there’s a lot of problem that you face in the future just remind all your dreams and I know all of that will became true. As I end this I want to leave a word that

“Let your actions be louder than your words and your dreams bigger than your fears”

Always fighting, for your dreams

Just wait, It will rise and blooms

Keep fight, for your lives and dreams

It will be success and blooms

-Lozano

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