#Scheduled Caste (SC)

[youthchronical]

Caste certificate has to be validated if those of parents have not been verified: High Court

The caste certificate of a person, belonging to Scheduled Caste/Scheduled Tribe, seeking public employment requires to be validated as per the law if the caste certificates of parents of such person have not been validated/verified, said the High Court of Karnataka. Also, the court said the caste certificate, issued under Section 4A of the Karnataka Scheduled Castes (SC), Scheduled Tribes (ST)…

[economicsinaction]

Caste Census: An upper caste view

In a social media platform whereI answer questions, one can see a large number of questions which reflect concerns about the conduct of caste census in India. There is a sizeable section of youngsters belonging to upper castes who are unhappy with caste-based reservation, and their unhappiness has gone up with the talk about caste census. They may be fearing an increase in the reservation quota…

[arasinchahonghong]

Villain never dies|| C. SC

Pairings : idol C.Sc x idol Y/n

Please be aware that the following content contains, degradation, sexual harrasment, blame for winning by spreading legs, past trauma, Forced marriage, scoups is toxic, reader dc she knows how to put people in there places. I suggest that this is not for minors so stay away.

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A low growl rumbled in Seungcheol’s chest as his manager’s words registered. "Married? To her?" He stabbed a finger at the glossy photo on the table – a smiling Y/N, all doe eyes and perfectly styled hair, the epitome of Aestria's "ethereal maknae" image. His blood ran cold. The girl he'd spent years avoiding, the one whose very presence grated on his nerves, was now to be his wife.

"It's non-negotiable, Seungcheol-ah," his CEO stated, his voice devoid of sympathy. "A strategic alliance. A1 Entertainment and Pledis have come to an agreement. Think of the joint ventures, the media power…"

Seungcheol didn't care about media power. He cared about the searing resentment in his gut.

The "wedding" was a sterile affair, a hushed ceremony in a secure, undisclosed location. No adoring fans, no flashing cameras, just a handful of stony-faced company executives and bewildered family members. Y/N, looking impossibly fragile in a simple white dress, avoided his gaze. Good. He couldn't stand to look at her anyway.

Their new home was a sleek, impersonal apartment, chosen for its discretion rather than comfort. The first week was a silent war. He'd retreat to the studio, often not returning until the early hours. When he was home, he’d occupy the living room, drowning out her quiet movements with loud music or the blare of a game. He knew she was there, a constant, irritating presence in his periphery. He could smell her overly sweet perfume, hear the soft rustle of her clothes. It was maddening.

One evening, he stormed into the kitchen to grab water, finding her meticulously wiping down the counters. Her back was to him. "Do you have to be so… domestic?" he snapped, the words out before he could stop them.

She flinched, her hand freezing. Slowly, she turned, her eyes wide and unreadable. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was just… trying to keep things clean."

"Don't bother," he scoffed, "I won't be around much anyway." He watched her carefully fold the damp cloth, her movements precise. He hated the way she looked at him – with a mixture of apprehension and something he couldn't quite decipher. He hated the way she existed in his space, a constant reminder of the cage he was now in.

He hated this marriage. And most of all, he hated her. He just hadn't figured out why...

November arrived, ushering in the familiar frenetic energy of awards season. Aestria had kicked off the year with their explosive album, G1RLS, its title track "Girls" dominating charts and airwaves. Y/N, as the group's main visual and vocalist, bore a significant portion of the performance weight, spending countless hours perfecting every move, every note for the upcoming MAMA Awards.

Seungcheol, too, was caught in the whirlwind of Seventeen's demanding schedule, late-night practices and endless meetings becoming the norm. Their shared apartment felt more like a brief stopover than a home, a silent testament to their separate, yet equally grueling, lives.

One particularly late evening, the chill of the Seoul night seeping into her bones, Y/N finally dragged herself back to the apartment. The city lights blurred outside the taxi window, her mind still replaying dance formations and vocal runs. The apartment was dark, save for the faint glow spilling from the living room. She slipped off her shoes, padding silently towards their shared bedroom.

Pushing the door open gently, she saw him. Seungcheol was already asleep, sprawled across his side of the bed, a stray arm flung over his head. The faint moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on his face, softening the sharp edges she was so accustomed to seeing. He looked… exhausted. Just like her.

She moved quietly, careful not to disturb him, shedding her practice clothes and pulling on an oversized t-shirt. The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of the air purifier and their synchronized breaths. As she slid under the covers on her side of the bed, the familiar, yet still unsettling, reality of their arrangement settled over her. Two strangers, bound by a secret they both resented, sharing a bed in a marriage no one knew existed.

The first day of the MAMA Awards arrived, a shimmering spectacle of light and sound. Though Aestria and Seventeen were slated for Day 2, the air was thick with anticipation. Day 1 saw exhilarating performances from groups like Enhypen, BOYNEXTDOOR, RIIZE, ZEROBASEONE, IVE, tripleS, ILLIT, and HEARTS2HEARTS, culminating in the highly anticipated awards ceremony.

As the night progressed, a hushed buzz rippled through the industry executives and staff present. Aestria's name was called repeatedly. "Artist of the Year (Daesang)," "Best Female Group," "Best Dance Performance – Female Group," "Worldwide Fans' Choice Top 10" – the accolades piled up. By the end of Day 1, Y/N's group had swept a significant portion of the major awards. The groups performing on Day 2, including Seventeen, were not present at the venue, watching the broadcast from their respective holding areas or dorms.

Seungcheol watched the screen in their apartment, his jaw tightening with each announcement of Aestria's wins. The air in their shared living room grew colder with every trophy Y/N's group collected. When the broadcast finally ended, a heavy silence descended.

Y/N walked in moments later, having returned from a brief, celebratory video call with her members. She kicked off her heels, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. She didn't expect a congratulatory word, but the venom in Seungcheol’s voice still sliced through the quiet.

"How exactly did you manage to win all of that?" he sneered, his eyes narrowed, burning with a raw, unadulterated disdain. "Seriously, what did you do? Who did you sleep with to earn those awards?"

The words hung in the air, sharp and ugly. For a fleeting second, a flicker of something unreadable crossed Y/N's face – perhaps surprise, perhaps hurt. But then, a slow, wry smile spread across her lips, transforming her expression into something almost predatory. A low, mocking laugh bubbled up from her throat, a sound completely devoid of mirth, echoing chillingly in the quiet apartment.

"Oh, Seungcheol-ssi," she purred, her voice dripping with an unexpected sweetness that was more unsettling than any anger. She took a slow step towards him, her eyes locking onto his, devoid of any past timidity. "At least I won, didn't I? Not like you, only managing a measly two awards last year."

The retort hit its mark, swift and precise. Seungcheol's face hardened, his jaw clenching. He hated her. He hated her laughter, her smugness, and the way she dared to look at him now, defiant. This was going to be a long, miserable marriage.Honestly," Y/N continued, her voice maintaining that unnerving, sweet tone, "I thought with all that 'leader' talk, you'd at least lead your group to more than just... participation trophies." She gestured vaguely with her hand, a dismissive flick of her wrist. "But I guess some groups are just destined to be forever bridesmaids, while others actually get to be the bride."

She paused, letting the implication hang in the air, then tilted her head, a mockingly sympathetic pout on her lips. "Must be tough, watching from the sidelines while we clean up. Don't worry, though," she added, her eyes glinting with pure, unadulterated sarcasm, "we'll leave some crumbs for you on Day 2. You know, for moral support."

Then, with a small, almost imperceptible shrug, she turned and walked towards their bedroom, leaving Seungcheol fuming in the living room, the echoes of her cutting words ringing in his ears.Seungcheol stood frozen for a moment, the silence amplifying the sting of her words. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white. The mockery in her eyes, the casual dismissal in her tone – it all grated on his last nerve. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to shatter the infuriating composure she wore like a shield.

Instead, a low, guttural growl escaped his lips, barely audible even to himself. "Bitch," he snarled, the word a raw, ugly exhalation of pure hatred, meant only for the confines of his own enraged mind. He watched the bedroom door click shut behind her, the soft sound doing nothing to quell the storm raging inside him. He was trapped, bound to a woman he loathed, and she clearly reciprocated the sentiment with a chilling precision he hadn't anticipated.

The atmosphere on Day 2 of the MAMA Awards was electric, a palpable hum of anticipation filling the Tokyo Dome. Fans, adorned in their groups' colors, cheered with a fervor that vibrated through the floor. For Seventeen and Aestria, it was their moment to shine, a chance to solidify their dominance and show the world their artistry.

Aestria took the stage first among the major groups, a stark contrast to the Day 1 victors. Their performance was a meticulously crafted journey through their hits. The opening notes of "Girls" sent a roar through the crowd, Y/N commanding the center with a fierce, almost defiant energy. They seamlessly transitioned into the dark allure of "How You Like That," then the hypnotic sensuality of "Illusion," before ending with the powerful swagger of "Pretty Savage." Every move was sharp, every vocal note precise, a testament to the countless hours of practice. Y/N, specifically, was a captivating force, her expressions shifting from playful to intense, a master of the stage.

Then came her solo stage. The lights dimmed, a single spotlight illuminating Y/N as she began the intro to her solo debut. Her voice, rich and emotive, filled the arena. She flowed into "Solo (MAMA Ver)," a revamped, more theatrical version of her popular track, showcasing her dynamic vocal range and sharp dance moves.

The tension in the air, however, truly thickened when the familiar, melancholic chords of "You & Me" began. The stage transformed, bathed in soft, ethereal blue light. The camera pulled back, revealing a male dancer joining her. He was tall, graceful, mirroring her movements with an almost poetic synchronicity. It was a proper couple dance, intimately choreographed, their bodies weaving around each other, hands clasping, gazes locked in a story of longing and connection. The chemistry was undeniable, painted across the giant screens, and the crowd collectively gasped, then erupted into a roar of appreciation. The final pose saw them leaning into each other, foreheads touching, a whisper of a breath away from a kiss, before the lights dramatically cut out.

Back in the artists' lounge, Seungcheol, watching the broadcast with his members, felt a cold knot twist in his stomach. He’d scoffed through Aestria’s group performance, muttering about their "overrated" stage presence. But when Y/N's solo started, a grudging part of him acknowledged her talent. Then "You & Me" began.

He’d seen the choreography in passing, caught snippets during their shared, silent moments at home when she'd practiced in the living room. But seeing it performed live, on that massive stage, with a professional male dancer, was different. The intimacy, the raw emotion conveyed through their movements – it was jarring.

His jaw tightened, a muscle throbbing in his temple. He felt a familiar surge of irritation, mixed with something else he couldn't quite name. It wasn't jealousy, he told himself fiercely. It was annoyance. Annoyance that she was so good, that she could portray such vulnerability, such connection, with a complete stranger on stage. Annoyance that her fame continued to soar, making their forced proximity all the more stifling. Annoyance that the world saw her as this fragile, enchanting visual, while he knew the sharp, sarcastic woman beneath the surface.

He looked away from the screen, his gaze fixed on nothing, a storm brewing in his eyes. He hated it. He hated her. He just couldn't articulate why this particular performance, this fabricated intimacy, felt like such a punch to the gut.

The awards ceremony for Day 2 began, and once again, a familiar pattern emerged. The categories flashed by, interspersed with performances, but the spotlight kept finding its way back to Aestria. "Album of the Year (Daesang)," "Best Music Video," "Best Dance Performance – Female Group," "Worldwide Icon of the Year." Each announcement was met with a roar from the crowd and a growing, palpable tension in the artists' lounge where Seventeen watched.

Then came the solo awards. Y/N's name was called for "Best Vocal Performance – Female Solo," then "Best Dance Performance – Female Solo," and finally, the coveted "Female Artist of the Year." She walked to the stage each time, her earlier stage persona replaced by a more subdued, grateful expression, her acceptance speeches short and humble. She was a phenomenon, undeniable in her talent and popularity.

In the artists' lounge, the air was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional clink of a trophy being placed on the stage. Seungcheol sat rigid, his eyes glued to the screen, his face a mask of barely contained fury. Each time Y/N's face appeared, illuminated by the stage lights, clutching yet another trophy, a muscle jumped in his jaw. His members exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the volatile storm brewing within their leader.

He had expected Aestria to win, even Y/N to take a solo award or two. But this was a complete sweep. It was humiliating. It was infuriating. Her words from the previous night, about "participation trophies" and "crumbs," echoed in his mind, sharp and cutting. She hadn't just won; she had dominated. And seeing her stand there, radiating quiet confidence, accepting the adulation of the industry, only stoked the flames of his resentment. He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound that no one else heard. He just wanted to leave, to escape this gilded cage of a marriage, and this constant, glaring reminder of her overwhelming, infuriating success.

The apartment was cloaked in a tense silence when Y/N finally returned. The MAMA trophies, now gleaming on the low table in the living room, seemed to mock Seungcheol's very existence. He stood by the window, his back to her, the city lights blurring outside. The air was thick with unspoken animosity, heavier than usual after the night's stark outcome.

Y/N, exhausted but with a faint, lingering glow of achievement, simply wanted to rest. She moved to walk past him, towards the bedroom, hoping to avoid any confrontation. But Seungcheol’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and laced with an icy contempt that made her flinch.

"Don't even try to pretend," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous, "that this was some kind of 'talent'." He finally turned, his eyes burning with an almost feral hatred, fixed on her. "You think I'm stupid? You think everyone is? How else would you explain this, huh? Sweeping everything, winning awards meant for actual artists?"

He took a step towards her, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Tell me, Y/N. How many producers? How many executives? How many did you have to spread your legs for to get this? You're nothing but a cheap, conniving little—" he spat the next word, his lips curling in disgust— "—slut."

The insult hung in the air, a vile, choking accusation. Her breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, the tired triumph in her eyes shattered, replaced by a raw, naked hurt. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and trembling. His words were like physical blows, each one designed to inflict maximum pain.

"Don't even try to look innocent," he continued, relentless, his voice rising in a crescendo of barely controlled rage. "You know it's true. That's the only way a talentless nobody like you could ever get this far. You're a disgrace. A dirty, manipulative whore."

He watched her, expecting tears, a breakdown, anything that would confirm his hateful narrative. But Y/N just stood there, her body rigid, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, battling to regain control. The pain was evident, but a flicker of something else ignited deep within her eyes – a cold, hard resolve.

Y/N's trembling finally subsided, replaced by a chilling stillness. The raw hurt in her eyes receded, hardening into an icy contempt that mirrored his own. A slow, unsettling smile stretched across her lips, devoid of any warmth, a stark contrast to the venom he’d just unleashed.

"I assume so did you, right, hubby? Hmm?" she purred, the honorific a sharp barb thrown back at him. Her gaze drifted pointedly to the MAMA trophies on the table, then back to his enraged face. "At least I left one award for you. Be happy."

She didn't wait for his reaction. Turning, she walked towards the bedroom, her shoulders back, her head held high. Just before she disappeared through the door, she paused, a final, cutting remark delivered without turning around. "No wonder you were so famous between the wives of my company's heads, then."

The door clicked shut, leaving Seungcheol alone in the living room, the weight of her parting shot settling over him. He stared at the closed door, his mind reeling from the unexpected counter-attack. The accusation, casually delivered, hit a nerve he hadn't known was exposed. His face twisted in a silent snarl, the air crackling with his barely suppressed fury.

Two weeks bled into a whirlwind of schedules, a relentless cycle of practice rooms and promotions that offered a fragile buffer between Y/N and Seungcheol's simmering animosity. The stinging echoes of their MAMA night confrontation still resonated, particularly Y/N's barbed parting shot. Seungcheol had thrown himself into work, avoiding the apartment as much as possible, the thought of facing her again a bitter pill.

Then came the news that rippled through the industry: Y/N and Jungwon of ENHYPEN were chosen as the MCs for the upcoming Melon Music Awards (MMA). The announcement wasn't entirely surprising; their easy, natural chemistry as former MCs for Music Bank had been widely praised. What was surprising, at least to the public, was the sudden popularity of their "pairing" after their dazzling performance at MAMA. Unbeknownst to most, the "Best Couple Award" presented to a fan-voted pair at the MAMA after-party – usually a lighthearted, non-televised segment for variety purposes – had gone to none other than Y/N and Jungwon, largely due to the viral impact of their "You & Me" performance.

Seungcheol had seen the headlines, the fan edits, the renewed buzz around their "chemistry." He scoffed every time, dismissing it as manufactured nonsense, yet a familiar knot tightened in his stomach. The "Best Couple Award" felt like a direct jab, a mocking echo of his own forced reality.

The day of the MMA arrived, a grand affair promising another night of dazzling performances and coveted awards. Y/N, radiant in an elegant gown, stood poised on stage with Jungwon, their rapport immediately evident as they opened the show. Their exchanges were smooth, their smiles bright, and their occasional shared glances sparked an undeniable warmth that the cameras eagerly captured.

Seungcheol watched from Seventeen's waiting room, his gaze occasionally drifting to the screen, his expression unreadable. He witnessed the ease with which Y/N commanded the stage, her voice clear and articulate as she introduced nominees. He noted the comfortable way Jungwon would lean in, or how they'd laugh at each other's jokes. The "Best Couple Award" felt less like a distant, silly thing and more like a public declaration, a stark contrast to the bitter, silent 'couple' he was forced to be.

As the evening progressed into the awards ceremony, the narrative of Aestria's dominance continued unchecked. Their name was called again and again: "Song of the Year (Daesang)" for "Girls," "Artist of the Year," "Best Female Group," "Top 10 Artist" – the major awards seemed to gravitate inevitably towards them. Y/N, after her MC duties, joined her members on stage multiple times, her smile genuine now, as she accepted the trophies alongside them.

Seungcheol watched, a burning resentment solidifying in his chest. It wasn't just the awards anymore. It was her seemingly effortless rise, her undeniable public adoration, the stark, painful contrast between her celebrated on-screen pairings and the private, toxic reality of their life together. Every trophy she held, every knowing glance between her and Jungwon, felt like a deliberate taunt, a public reminder of everything he loathed about their secret, suffocating marriage.

The moment Y/N stepped back into the apartment, the lingering celebratory hum of the MMA still in the air, she knew the fragile peace was about to shatter. Seungcheol was there, waiting, his silhouette framed by the living room window, radiating a furious energy. The trophies from MMA, now standing alongside the MAMA ones, seemed to amplify his rage.

He turned, his eyes glinting with a venomous contempt that made her stomach clench. "So," he spat, his voice low and laced with disgust, "the 'best couple' is finally home." He strode towards her, his voice rising with each step. "You really milked that, didn't you? All that innocent act on stage with that kid. Another prop in your little climb to the top, huh, you scheming—" He stopped inches from her, his words dripping with unadulterated loathing. "—you utterly disgusting whore."

His words slammed into her, harsh and cutting, accusing her of every vile thing he could conjure. "Who else did you have to pretend with tonight? What else did you do to get those awards? You’re a tramp, Y/N. A manipulative, soulless little slut who’d sell anything for a trophy." He hurled insults at her, painting her as depraved, cheap, and utterly worthless, the sheer ugliness of his words designed to break her.

He watched her face, searching for a crack, a tear, any sign of the pain he was so desperately trying to inflict. But Y/N simply stood there, a strange, almost serene smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, usually so expressive, were calm, almost unnervingly so. There was no flinch, no tremor, no flicker of the anguish he craved to see.

Instead, her smile widened, a slow, knowing curve that sent a chill down his spine. "Oh, you want to talk about disgusting things, Seungcheol-ssi?" she murmured, her voice soft, dangerously soft. "You want to talk about who sleeps with whom for what?"

She then reached into her handbag, pulling out her phone. Her thumb moved swiftly, and a moment later, a quiet audio recording started playing. It was faint, barely audible, but unmistakably his voice, the very insults he had just finished spewing, the "slut," the "whore," the accusations of her sleeping her way to the top. It was from the MAMA night, recorded without his knowledge.

She held the phone up, her eyes never leaving his, that chilling smile still fixed on her face. "You want to hear it again, hubby?" she asked, her voice laced with a terrifying sweetness. "Or do you already know exactly what you said?"

Seungcheol's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock momentarily replacing his fury. The sound of his own vile words, played back from her phone, echoed in the room, a chilling testament to his uncontrolled rage. He stared at her, then at the device, a cold dread creeping through his veins. How long had she been recording him? How much did she have?

"What... what is this?" he stammered, his voice rough, the confidence in his insults dissolving into a sudden, icy fear.

Y/N’s smile remained, a testament to her unwavering composure. "Just a little insurance, hubby," she replied, her tone as placid as still water, yet holding an undertone of steel. "You know, in case anyone ever wonders why the 'perfect' Choi Seungcheol is forced into a secret marriage with a 'talentless slut' like me. Or, more accurately, to remind me of the kind of man I'm living with, should I ever forget."

She lowered the phone, the recording ceasing, and tucked it back into her bag with deliberate slowness. "And don't worry," she continued, her gaze unwavering, "I have plenty more where that came from. Different dates, different creative insults. You've been quite prolific, actually."

His mind reeled. The sheer audacity, the cold calculation. He had always seen her as fragile, easily broken, a mere nuisance. But this... this was a dangerous game she was playing. The thought of those recordings, of his reputation, his career, everything he had built, potentially crumbling because of her, sent a jolt of raw fear through him.

"You wouldn't dare," he growled, though the conviction in his voice was noticeably weaker.

Y/N let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Oh, Seungcheol-ssi," she said, finally turning fully towards the bedroom. "You have no idea what I would dare to do. Especially when pushed." She walked away, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by her glittering trophies, the silence in the apartment now heavy with the weight of her threat. He was no longer just dealing with a girl he hated; he was dealing with an enemy who had just revealed her weapon.

Seungcheol stood frozen, the recording of his own vitriol echoing in his mind, the implication of it being leaked a chilling reality. He watched Y/N's retreating figure, the door clicking shut with a finality that sealed his sudden dread. The air in the apartment seemed to hum with the unspoken threat she had just delivered.

What Seungcheol didn't know, couldn't have known, was that Y/N's outwardly serene composure hid a racing heart and trembling hands. The "audio" she had played was nothing more than a few garbled, distorted seconds from a random voice recording app on her phone, expertly timed to play during his shocked silence. The confident assertion of "plenty more where that came from" was a bluff, a desperate gamble fueled by exhaustion and a raw fury that finally snapped after his relentless insults.

The "Best Couple Award" and the renewed MC pairing with Jungwon were real, yes, but Y/N had weaponized his existing hatred for her. She had noticed how his disdain for her seemed to intensify with every public success, how her rising popularity grated on him. She knew that the idea of her having leverage, of her being able to expose him, would be the ultimate affront to his pride and control.

She had played him, a calculated risk born out of pure self-preservation. She was tired of the constant verbal abuse, the veiled threats, the suffocating atmosphere of their forced life together. Her goal wasn't to destroy him, not yet. It was simply to create enough fear, enough discomfort, that he would finally leave her alone within the confines of their shared misery. She just wanted peace, even if it meant a temporary, uneasy truce built on a foundation of a fake recording and a very real, very bitter hatred.

The MMA after-party, an exclusive affair thrown by A1 Entertainment for their roster of triumphant artists, was a vibrant hum of celebration. Held in a chic, upscale lounge that offered a breathtaking panorama of Seoul's glittering nightscape, the atmosphere was a mix of exhilaration and relaxed camaraderie. Aestria members, still glowing from their overwhelming wins, mingled with other talented artists from their label. Jungwon, given a special invitation as a thank-you for his impeccable MC duties and his past professional connection with Y/N, was also a welcome presence among the guests.

Y/N, having shed the formal elegance of her MC gown, had opted for a striking mini black dress for the party. The sleek, form-fitting silhouette was punctuated by a daring high slit that climbed up one thigh, revealing a flash of toned leg with each confident movement. Her hair cascaded in artfully disheveled waves, and a subtle smokey eye added a touch of alluring mystery to her gaze. She looked undeniably captivating, a magnetic blend of sophistication and an almost effortless sensuality.

Meanwhile, back at the dorm, far from the celebratory hum of the A1 after-party, Seungcheol paced restlessly. Seventeen had not been invited to this particular label-exclusive event, a fact that both rankled him and intensified his simmering resentment. He imagined Y/N there, reveling in her success, undoubtedly basking in the attention she garnered. He pictured her, especially after her "Best Couple" award and the "You & Me" performance, with that unsettlingly charming Jungwon.

The thought alone was enough to fuel his animosity. He had already seen her, just hours ago, looking undeniably stunning on stage. The idea of her now, in a revealing dress, surrounded by adulation, possibly even with Jungwon by her side, twisted something cold and bitter in his gut. For whom did she get so ready? The question, laced with venom, echoed in his mind, immediately followed by the insidious image of her and Jungwon.

Driven by a desperate need for confirmation of his own dark suspicions, and unable to be present himself, Seungcheol had already taken action. Earlier in the evening, he had sent a terse message to a contact he kept for sensitive, clandestine matters. He'd hired a discreet, secret photographer, providing specific instructions to focus on Y/N and, crucially, on her interactions with Jungwon.

"Get me photos," his message had been, blunt and demanding. "Everything. I want to catch them." He wanted undeniable proof, evidence that would justify his loathing, shatter her carefully constructed public image, and somehow, validate the deep, festering hatred he felt towards his secret wife. He waited now, phone clutched in his hand, for the first batch of illicit images to arrive, a grim anticipation settling over him.

Seungcheol's phone buzzed, a jarring sound in the quiet of the dorm. He snatched it up, his breath catching in his throat as the first batch of photos loaded. His eyes immediately locked onto the images, a cold knot tightening in his stomach with each swipe.

The pictures, taken discreetly but with sharp clarity, showed Y/N in her black dress, undeniably radiant. In one, she was caught mid-laugh, her head thrown back slightly, her hand resting lightly on Jungwon's shoulder – a casual, intimate gesture that infuriated Seungcheol. In another, she was leaning slightly towards him, their faces close, a shared smile lighting their features. And then, the next few images depicted Jungwon, with a gentle, almost tender expression, carefully placing his jacket over Y/N's bare lap, seemingly to ward off a chill or for modesty as she sat. She was looking up at him, a soft, appreciative smile on her face.

Each photo felt like a punch to the gut, a visual confirmation of the scenario he had already concocted in his mind. The relaxed posture, the natural smiles, the seemingly innocent touches – they all screamed familiarity, comfort, a level of closeness that transcended mere professionalism. It wasn't just "co-workers" or "MCs." It was too easy, too warm.

His jaw clenched so hard he could feel the muscles ache. "Laughing, huh?" he muttered to himself, his voice raw with contempt. "And his jacket? How... convenient." He scrolled through more, his fingers trembling slightly. There were no overtly scandalous shots, no kisses or embraces, but the sheer volume of candid moments, depicting their undeniable rapport and Jungwon's seemingly protective gesture, painted a damning picture in Seungcheol's twisted perception.

His earlier rage, fueled by the awards, now coalesced into a bitter cocktail of something he refused to name as jealousy, instead labeling it as righteous indignation. It was disgust, pure and simple. Disgust at her supposed brazenness, her ability to effortlessly charm, to seemingly move from one "best couple" to another, all while maintaining her innocent public facade. The more he saw, the more he convinced himself of her duplicity, further cementing the hateful narrative he had built around his secret wife.

The apartment was quiet when Y/N finally returned, the lingering scent of celebration clinging to her clothes. The euphoria of the MMA wins was fading, replaced by the familiar weariness that settled in after intense schedules. She walked into the bedroom, sighing softly as she peeled off the elegant black dress, exchanging it for a comfortable, peach-colored nightgown.

She had just stepped out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, when the bedroom door burst open. Seungcheol stood there, his face a thundercloud, his eyes blazing with a familiar, chilling rage. He held his phone up, the screen blazing with the very images she had just seen – the candid shots from the after-party, of her laughing with Jungwon, of Jungwon's jacket draped over her lap.

"Look at this, you shameless bitch," he spat, his voice low and guttural, each word dripping with disgust. He shoved the phone closer to her face, forcing her to confront the incriminating photos. "Getting all dressed up, looking like that... for him? Was this your plan, to flaunt your little affair right after the awards? You think you're so clever, don't you?"

He scrolled through the pictures, each swipe a fresh stab of accusation. "Look at you, all smiles and touchy-feely. And him, putting his jacket on you? What kind of act are you putting on now, huh? Do you think this is what a married woman does? You're a disgrace, Y/N. A manipulative, attention-seeking slut who can't keep her hands, or her legs, to herself."

His words rained down on her, a barrage of vile insults meant to shatter her composure. His eyes raked over her, from her still-damp hair to the peach nightgown, as if scrutinizing her very being for signs of betrayal. He wanted to see her flinch, to cry, to crumble under the weight of his venom. But Y/N, still holding her towel, simply met his gaze, her expression unreadable, a quiet defiance burning in her eyes.Y/N listened to Seungcheol’s tirade, the images on his phone burning into her vision. The initial sting of his words quickly hardened into a cold anger. When he finally paused, panting slightly from his outburst, she dropped the towel from her hair onto the bed, her voice cutting through the heavy silence, calm but laced with a dangerous edge.

"Oh, really? You stalked me, huh?" she began, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "If you were that observant, that keen on 'catching' me, why didn't you see when your manager, Kim-ssi, kept touching my back at the awards? Or when your staff called me names, insulted me, right to my face, at the after-party you weren't even at, huh?"

She took a slow, deliberate step towards him, her eyes fixed on his, unblinking. "You see Jungwon? He's my childhood bestie. He knows me better than almost anyone. He's been my rock through half of my life, through everything. His jacket was a simple, kind gesture from a friend. Something you, clearly, wouldn't understand."

Her voice dropped to a near whisper, but the intensity in it vibrated in the room. "You want to talk about dirty? You want to talk about who's being inappropriate? Maybe you should worry less about my friendships and more about your own agency's staff and their wandering hands and venomous tongues. Or perhaps, closer to home, your own vile accusations." She finished, her gaze unwavering, leaving him to grapple with her counter-accusations and the stark truth of her relationship with Jungwon.The words hung in the air, a volatile mixture of her sharp retort and his seething accusations. For a moment, Seungcheol seemed caught off guard, his fury momentarily eclipsed by a flicker of surprise at her counter-attack. But it was Y/N's last words, the mention of Jungwon being her childhood best friend, that seemed to finally shatter her carefully constructed composure. The cold defiance in her eyes wavered, then cracked.

A single tear tracked a path down her cheek, quickly followed by another, and then a torrent. The raw, unfiltered pain that she had so desperately tried to suppress finally broke through. Without another word, without a glance back at Seungcheol, she turned and fled the room.

He heard the soft thud of the bedroom door closing, then the rapid footsteps receding down the hallway. He listened, his mind racing, as the distant sound of a sliding door indicated she had gone out onto the terrace.

Y/N stumbled onto the cold concrete of the terrace, the crisp night air doing little to cool the fire raging within her. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her peach nightgown, as if to ward off an invisible chill, and let the tears fall, hot and relentless. Each drop was a fresh wound, re-opening scars she thought had healed.

His words, "slut," "whore," "manipulative," echoed in her ears, intertwining with the ghosts of a past she desperately tried to outrun. The past, filled with whispers and malicious rumors that had followed her for years, ever since her trainee days, ever since a powerful figure had shown "special interest" in her, leading to vicious gossip and a sense of pervasive dirtiness that no amount of success could truly wash away. His accusations weren't just insults; they were a fresh deluge of the very trauma she had fought so hard to bury.

She sank to the ground, knees pulled to her chest, the bitter Seoul wind whipping around her. The bright city lights blurred through her tears, mocking her inner turmoil. She was a celebrated idol, a successful woman, yet here she was, reduced to a trembling mess by the man she was forced to call her husband, flung back into the darkest corners of her painful history. The feeling of being trapped, misunderstood, and utterly alone, despite her fame, was an unbearable weight.

Seungcheol stood in the bedroom, the sudden emptiness of the space echoing the shock of Y/N's raw tears. Her accusations, about his manager, about his staff, had momentarily stunned him. But it was her subsequent breakdown, her fleeing to the terrace, that truly threw him off balance. He had expected anger, defiance, even more sharp retorts. He hadn't expected tears, especially not that profound, gut-wrenching pain that had radiated from her.

He walked slowly to the open terrace door, the cool night air hitting his face. He saw her, a small, huddled figure on the ground, shaking with silent sobs. The sight twisted something in his gut – not the usual rage, but an unfamiliar discomfort. He had wanted to hurt her, yes, but not like this. Not to strip away her composure and expose such raw vulnerability. Her words, "trauma of her past," resonated, a chilling echo of something he had dismissed. He knew vaguely of the whispers, the industry gossip that had clung to her early career, but he had never truly cared to understand.

He hesitated, then took a tentative step onto the terrace. The cold air stung his skin, mirroring the chill of his own actions. He watched her for a long moment, the sounds of her choked sobs the only noise breaking the city's hum. The sheer exhaustion of his own anger, coupled with the unexpected guilt, finally weighed him down.

"Y/N," he said, his voice rough, unused to this tone with her. He cleared his throat, trying again, softer this time. "Y/N-ah."

She flinched, pulling her knees tighter to her chest, but didn't look up.

He walked closer, stopping a few feet away. The sight of her shoulders trembling, the desperate way she hugged herself, pulled at a string he hadn't known existed. He inhaled deeply, the air cold in his lungs. "I... I shouldn't have said those things," he began, the words feeling foreign and clumsy on his tongue. "I shouldn't have... accused you like that."

He swallowed, his pride a bitter taste in his mouth, but the image of her tears wouldn't leave him. "It was wrong," he admitted, the confession feeling like a heavy weight lifted from his chest. "I was out of line. I was... angry, and I took it out on you in the worst way. Calling you those names... it was disgusting. I'm sorry."

The apology was raw, unpolished, forced out by an unfamiliar surge of something that felt suspiciously like remorse. He didn't expect forgiveness, or even a response. He just needed to say it, to acknowledge the ugliness of his actions, even if only to the cold night air and the broken figure before him.Y/N didn't immediately respond, her shoulders still trembling, the apology hanging in the cold night air between them. But at the mention of Manager Kim, she slowly, painfully, lifted her head. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed, but there was a flicker of something new in their depths – a hardening resolve.

"You'll... you'll inform the company?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying, as if testing the words.

Seungcheol nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes," he said, the unfamiliar weight of responsibility settling on him. He hadn't just insulted her; he had ignored the very real harm she'd endured from his own team. "I heard what you said. About Manager Kim, about the staff. That's not acceptable. No one should be treated like that, especially not... not by people associated with my group." He hesitated, then added, "I'll ensure the company takes legal action against Manager Kim."

Y/N stared at him, her tear-filled eyes searching his. The raw apology, followed by this unexpected pledge of support, was so far removed from the man who had verbally brutalized her moments before. It was a stark contrast, a disorienting shift that she couldn't quite reconcile. The years of animosity, the bitter words, the forced proximity – they had built an impenetrable wall between them. Now, a small crack had appeared, born not of affection, but of a shared, bitter truth and an unexpected, grudging respect.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her gaze still fixed on him. The legal action, she knew, wouldn't erase the past, but it was a beginning. A fragile, tentative step towards something that wasn't outright war.The atmosphere in the apartment was thick with a suffocating tension even before the doorbell rang. Seungcheol had made the call immediately, his voice uncharacteristically grim as he relayed the information to his CEO. Within the hour, the formidable figures of A1 Entertainment's CEO, Manager Kim, and a stern-faced legal team were assembled in Seungcheol and Y/N's living room. The trophies, once symbols of triumph, now felt like silent, glittering witnesses to the impending storm.

Y/N sat beside Seungcheol on the sofa, a stark contrast to their usual avoidance. Her face was an impassive mask, utterly devoid of emotion. The earlier tears had dried, leaving her eyes shadowed but strangely resolute. She clutched a glass of water, her knuckles white. Beside her, Seungcheol sat stiffly, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed straight ahead. A silent, uneasy truce had formed between them, forged in the heat of his apology and her unexpected revelation.

Manager Kim, looking pale and visibly uncomfortable, stood awkwardly behind the CEO. The CEO, a man whose presence usually commanded immediate deference, fixed Y/N with an intense, unblinking stare.

"Y/N-ssi," the CEO began, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of steel, "Seungcheol has informed us of certain... allegations regarding Manager Kim's conduct at the MAMA after-party, and also claims of verbal abuse from some of our staff towards you."

Y/N merely nodded, her expression unwavering.

"And," the CEO continued, glancing pointedly at Manager Kim, whose eyes darted nervously, "we have also been made aware of a recording you possess."

A ripple of unease passed through the room. Y/N slowly reached into her handbag and placed her phone on the coffee table, screen down, without a word. The gesture was potent, a silent declaration of her evidence.

The head of the legal team, a sharp-eyed woman in a tailored suit, spoke next. "Y/N-ssi, if these allegations are true, particularly regarding Manager Kim's physical contact and the derogatory language used by our staff, we will be taking immediate and severe disciplinary action, including potential legal proceedings if you wish to press charges. This agency does not tolerate such behavior." She paused, then added, "And we understand you may also have recordings of Seungcheol-ssi that are relevant to your wellbeing."

Y/N finally broke her silence, her voice flat, devoid of the tremor it had held hours ago. "Jungwon is my childhood best friend," she stated, looking directly at the CEO, her gaze unwavering. "His kindness is not a crime, nor is it grounds for baseless accusations." She then shifted her gaze to Manager Kim, her eyes cold. "As for Manager Kim and the staff, I expect full accountability for their actions. And for the other... recordings," she glanced briefly at Seungcheol, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes, "they are for my personal security. For now."

The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. Seungcheol felt a cold sweat prickle his skin. He had opened a Pandora's Box, and now they were both exposed, albeit for different reasons. The CEO nodded slowly, his expression grim, fully understanding the delicate balance of power that had just shifted within his own company, and within this forced, secret marriage.

"It's false! This bitch is lying!" Manager Kim shrieked, his face contorted in a desperate, furious mask. He lunged forward, his hand raising as if to strike Y/N, his eyes wild with rage.

Seungcheol, who had been sitting rigidly beside Y/N, instinctively started to rise, but Y/N's hand shot out, a swift, firm gesture that stopped him mid-motion. Her eyes, still cold and determined, were fixed solely on Manager Kim.

Before anyone could react, before the legal team or even the CEO could intervene, Y/N moved. With a lightning-fast, almost imperceptible shift of weight, she executed a precise, powerful kick directly to Manager Kim's crotch. The sickening thud echoed through the silent room, and Manager Kim let out a strangled gasp, his face contorting in agony as he crumpled to the floor, clutching himself, whimpering.

Y/N stood over him, breathing heavily but steadily, her gaze unwavering. "Oh, Choi Y/N, you only provoke people by wearing your slutty outfits!" Manager Kim choked out from the floor, his voice hoarse with pain and undimmed hatred.

The CEO and the legal team stared, aghast. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by Manager Kim's pained groans. Y/N simply looked down at him, her expression a chilling blend of exhaustion and righteous fury.

Y/N's eyes, blazing with a cold fire, fixed on Manager Kim writhing on the floor. "I know how many women he assaulted," she stated, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "Some didn't tell anyone because of shame, and some... some killed themselves. He needs to get punished." Her gaze swept to the CEO and the legal team, who watched in stunned silence.

Manager Kim, clutching himself, lifted his head, his face a mask of agony and pure malice. "You were the one who told me to touch you!" he croaked, his voice raspy with pain and desperation, trying to turn the accusation back on her.

The air in the room grew heavy, a palpable tension as a new, horrifying layer was peeled back from Y/N's past. Her eyes, filled with a sudden, devastating pain, darted to Seungcheol, then back to Manager Kim, her voice dropping to a raw, barely audible whisper. "Never. Really? You didn't even leave my mom alone? When she got pregnant, you left her, huh?"

The bombshell landed with the force of a physical blow. The CEO's eyes widened in shock, and the legal team exchanged incredulous glances. Manager Kim, for the first time, looked genuinely terrified, his face paling even further.

Y/N, tears streaming down her face once more, but now fueled by a deeper, more profound anguish, pointed a trembling finger at Manager Kim. Her voice, though broken, carried the weight of years of unspoken torment. "Now you didn't even leave your daughter, Appa!"

The revelation hung in the air, a devastating silence broken only by the ragged gasps of those present. Seungcheol stared at Y/N, his entire world tilting on its axis. His daughter? Manager Kim's daughter? The pieces of a dark, horrific puzzle began to click into place, painting a picture of betrayal, cruelty, and a secret that had festered for decades. The contempt he felt for Y/N was instantly overshadowed by a chilling, horrifying realization.

Y/N’s voice, though raw and broken, resonated with an unbearable accusation that shattered the fragile silence in the room. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Manager Kim, her eyes wide with a pain so profound it seemed to pull the air from the room.

"When you left her," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper, yet piercingly clear, "you knew that I was your daughter. Then why... why didn't you do anything when those guys assaulted me when I was just 8 years old?" Her gaze flickered to Seungcheol, then back to the man cowering on the floor, the truth ripping through her with every word. "You were there. You watched them. But you never did anything. Why?"

The words hung heavy, a horrific confession echoing through the room. The CEO stood frozen, his face a mask of shock and dawning horror. The legal team exchanged stunned, incredulous glances. Manager Kim, still clutching his groin, now looked utterly defeated, his face a ghastly shade of white as the monstrous secret of his past, and his daughter's trauma, was laid bare for all to witness. The air crackled with the unbearable weight of Y/N's unveiled torment, and the chilling realization of the monstrous betrayal she had endured.

Manager Kim, despite his pain, lifted his head again, his eyes filled with a vile, desperate malice as he tried to deflect the monstrous accusation. "I knew you were a wh*re since you were a kid! You provoked them, didn't you?!" he shrieked, his voice raw and filled with a chilling self-preservation.

Y/N stumbled back a step, as if physically struck, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle a sob. The sheer depravity of his words, blaming his own child for the assault, was an unbearable weight. Her eyes, swimming with tears, stared at him in horrified disbelief.

"Appa!" she cried out, the word tearing from her throat, a desperate plea for a father who had never been there. "I was just 8 years old! I didn't even know there was something like this!" Her voice cracked on the last words, dissolving into heart-wrenching sobs. The revelation of his betrayal, the cruel silence he had maintained for years, coupled with this final, abhorrent accusation, broke her. She crumbled to the floor, her body wracked with agonizing sobs, the years of suppressed trauma finally unleashed.

The CEO and the legal team watched, utterly aghast, the horror of the scene unfolding before them. Seungcheol, who had been standing frozen, felt a wave of nausea wash over him. The true depths of Y/N's past, and the depravity of the man he had blindly called his manager, were laid bare. His hatred for her, once so fierce, now felt insignificant, swallowed by a profound, chilling realization of the monstrous injustice she had endured. He could only stare at her, a broken heap on the floor, his mind reeling from the unspeakable evil he had just witnessed.

Y/N, still on the floor, her voice choked with tears, slowly lifted her head. Her gaze, now burning with a desperate, protective fire, fixed on Manager Kim, then swept to the stunned faces of the CEO and the legal team.

"The man my mom married," she began, her voice gaining strength, "he is my father. The one who used to support me, who is supporting me, who never, ever made me feel that I was not his real daughter." Her eyes flashed with fierce loyalty. "And don't you forget that."

A new, chilling authority entered her voice as she continued, her gaze sweeping over every person in the room. "My dad is the chairman of the most famous law firm in Korea. He can destroy your life in just one second." Her finger pointed directly at Manager Kim, then swept to encompass the CEO and even the legal team. "He can destroy all of you!"

The threat hung heavy in the air, undeniable and potent. The CEO's face, already pale, visibly blanched. The legal team, previously composed, now looked genuinely alarmed. The weight of her words, backed by the undeniable power of her stepfather's position, was a stark revelation.

Having delivered her devastating declaration, Y/N slowly pushed herself up. Her body still trembled, but her eyes held a steely resolve. Without another word, she turned and walked, with as much dignity as she could muster, back into her bedroom, the door closing softly behind her, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. Seungcheol stood frozen, grappling with the seismic shift in his understanding of Y/N and the dangerous web they were now all caught in.

The aftermath of that horrifying night saw swift and decisive action. With Y/N’s testimony, the undeniable evidence of Manager Kim’s past, and the chilling revelation of her true family connections, A1 Entertainment moved with unprecedented speed. Manager Kim was arrested that very night, his career, reputation, and freedom utterly shattered. The agency launched a full internal investigation, and several staff members, implicated by Y/N’s account, were quietly dismissed. The scandal was contained to the higher echelons of the industry, a testament to both companies' damage control and Y/N's powerful backing.

In the quiet of their shared apartment, the air slowly, almost imperceptibly, began to shift. The raw hostility that had defined their existence for so long started to dissipate. The direct venom from Seungcheol ceased entirely. He no longer hurled insults, no longer stalked away in a furious silence.

Days bled into weeks, marked by an unsettling, then cautiously hopeful, change. They began to speak in full sentences, beyond the clipped necessities of shared living. "Did you eat?" "Your practice was late tonight." "That stage was good." Simple, almost mundane exchanges, but each one a fragile bridge being built over the chasm of their past animosity.

Seungcheol found himself observing Y/N more closely, no longer through a lens of hatred, but with a newfound, complicated curiosity. He saw the genuine exhaustion in her eyes after a long day, the meticulous way she organized her studio space, the quiet focus she brought to her work. And she, in turn, no longer flinched when he entered a room. She met his gaze, not with defiance, but with a cautious openness.

They navigated shared meals with fewer awkward silences, sometimes even a quiet hum of the television filling the space. The arguments, once an inevitable part of their interaction, were now conspicuously absent. They could sense it, a fragile, budding possibility that this forced proximity, this secret marriage, could somehow, against all odds, evolve into something unexpectedly, genuinely happy. The path was long, paved with the debris of their past, but for the first time, a faint flicker of light appeared at the end of it.

[tempered-grace]

GET CROCHETED YOU NERD (affectionate)

details below

the little guy is about 3 1/2 inches tall and crocheted out of regular embroidery thread! no pattern just vibes, plus a lot of embroidery and edge crocheting (as a side note. metallic embroidery thread is of the devil and i never want to touch it again)

Legs and body were crocheted together, the head is all white with the mouth area done in tapestry crochet, then the eyes, logo, and gold detail were embroidered on when i was done. The cloak, leg things, and pauldron were all crocheted separately and sewed in place (although really only the pauldron is sewn in place, the cloak and leg things are kind of just tied on)

The arms were also sewn on lol

Then at the last minute I added the necklace and the little "sword" -- which is literally just sewn with a couple passes of thread onto the hand

The little loop is because he's meant to be a little backpack charm or ornament or something (if anyone makes one and hangs it on a christmas tree, PLEASE let me know!) but it could easily be taken off so he's just a little figurine

If you really really want a pattern, DM me and I'll try to remember what I did lol

the base body is really simple, both the legs are:

sc 6 in a magic ring. (inc, sc) around to get 9 stitches. work 8 more rows.

Then you join them together, work two or three rows in the torso and switch to dark grey. I think I did about 7 or 8 rounds just sc, then on the next one decreased to 12 st. at this point I stuffed it (with scrap fabric since i didnt actually have stuffing lmao) and then decreased to 6.

The head is just as simple, although there's a little colorwork involved that you can kind of just eyeball. I started with 6 in a magic ring, and increased to 12, then 18, then 24. I worked about 5 rounds of just white, then on the next round started on the colorwork. It was just 3 or 4 stitches of grey, which I then carried around the rest of the round. The next round of colorwork was worked along with decreases, but I essentially just added another grey stitch or two on each side of the section from the previous round. Then For the next round of decreases I just did all grey, same with the last round. Again, I stuffed it after decreasing to 12 stitches in the round.

The head and body are sewn together like any other stuffed creature. The arms are basically the same as the legs, except once finished they are flattened at the open end and sewn to the junction between the head and body after being stuffed.

The cloak was. annoying. but essentially i made a chain, and crocheted in a "c" shape (so i would go around one end, but at the other would stop and turn. The end where you go around becomes the hood. For the little sleeves, I just chained about 5 and skipped 3 stitches, eyeballing where they would go by holding the cloak up to the body.

The leg things and pauldron were a series of sc, hdc, dc, picot, hdc, sc worked flat, then going and doing the same thing in the back loop. For the leg things, since they have a point at the top of the knee, I went all the way around and did the same thing twice, once on each side of the cast on chain.

Then of course, everything is finished with sc around the edges in gold thread.

The pauldron i slip stitched around to prevent it from getting too bulky, really either one works depending what you prefer.

The mask like i said before is all embroidered, I used three strands for the logo and the full six for the eyes. the gold around the mouth of the mask is chain stitch, but you could also surface crochet i guess

thats about it, I haven't added the feathers yet but I imagine it'll just be a bunch of loops of black thread sewn to the back of the cloak, I'll probably reblog with how i did it.

Also, as a final note, I made this on the 12th but scheduled it a couple days later since its SOMEONE'S birthday gift!

[soul-collectors]

SOUL COLLECTORS MASTERPOST

FULL CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE

PART 1; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4- 5 | PART 2; 1 - …

SOUL COLLECTORS ASKS

(Al & Ditto) 1 - 2 - 3 -...

(N/A) 1 - ...

(World/Random Timelines) 1 - 2 ...

SOUL COLLECTORS BONUS(es)

(This will be catigorized into serious/fully canon bonuses and silly/non canon bonuses soon)

it's time (not really) - Asriel Dreemurr takes off - 100 notes - can't shatter SOULs - Twitter special PT.1 - Twitter special PT.2 - squeezable Soul - Undyne's boots - wet jacket - UTY Special (1) - UTY Special (2) - UTY Special (3) - Good Boys - Skeleton teacup - Pie tasting - Fellsweep loss - Gaster's followers - Fall - Lego and S'mores - SOUL Chain! - Vess goes to jail - 2025 New year! - hello Vess! - Interesting. - Anon and Maker - Maker's glasses - Chatting - Sunflower - Pot&Liz doodle - Every Time - ...

CHARACTERS

[SOUL] - Design - Intro

[MAKER] - Design(s) - Intro

[LYGO] - Design

[MEMO] - “Design” - Intro (ongoing)

[VESS] - Design - Intro

[AL] - Design

[DITTO] - Design

(...)

(OTHERS)

[CROW] - Design - Intro

[EDU] - Design

{BG CHARACTERS} - Pot&Liz - Cloak&Dagger - Sap - …

SC; MAKER TIMELINE

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - ...

(In progress...)

GENERAL INFO

(click on keep reading!)

SOUL COLLECTORS 101

1. ANOMALY SOULS

2. SOUL COLLECTORS

What is 'SOUL collectors' (THE UTMV)? (and why is it called that?)

SOUL Collectors is an Undertale multiverse for several different Undertale OCs I have created.

A collection of their interactions with each other, the multiverse, and their arcs into achieving their wants or needs.

It's also sometimes Open to Asks towards or about the characters!

basically my sandbox for ideas and OCs lmao-

SOUL Collectors is a passion project that only has me, @pathosketches working on it, It doesn't have a specific schedule for posting and not everything is set in stone, I'm only having fun here :]

SOUL Collectors is also the name of a group of Vessels seemingly able to "collect" SOULs, Soul (the poster boy) being one of them!

BASIC INFO ON SOUL COLLECTORS

what makes this Multiverse special? (Why do SOULs look like that?)

The SOUL Collectors MV has a special 'glitch' that appears in some timelines after a run has ended (pacifist, neutral, or genocide) that gives the fallen 6 Human SOULs (sometimes other humans as well, but rarely so) shape and prevents them from being shattered.

They’re called Anomaly SOULs.

BASIC INFO ABOUT ANOMALY SOULS

(From part 1 [5])

You'll learn about them and how they work from the story as it progresses and from Asks-

How many 'Stories' are there? (what is Maker timeline?)

SC has two main 'stories':

'SOUL collectors' itself.

'SOUL collectors: Maker timeline' a subplot/Secondary story that takes place before the events of SC. It (mainly) follows a Gaster variant that learned of his inevitable "fall" into the CORE and how that affected him and his timeline.

'SC: Maker timeline' will usually be drawn in a 'sketchy' style :)

Can I draw the SC cast with my ocs? / Can I draw the SC cast?

Yes!! absolutely!! Any art made of my silly characters would make my day!! and interactions with ocs are so much fun to see!!

Just remember to be respectful! (No NSFW/excessive gore/weird things/etc-)

Can I make my own SOUL Collector/Anomaly SOUL/Monster affected/Maker ocs?

Yes of course! I'd love to see what ocs you come up with! And if you have any questions in making them, I'll be more than happy to help without spoiling some major plot points haha!

(This post may be updated in the future, I hope you come to enjoy the freaks I created ˘͈ᵕ˘͈)

[eastthewater]

I breathed A Couple of Sighs of Relief after watching The Couple Next Door (no spoilers)

I was hoping.. so hard.. that this would be a role where Sam wasn't type cast as a 'hot action guy' with not much opportunity to stretch his acting muscles... which has happened too often outside of OL.

I was truly thrilled.. and very relieved... that this show provided a vehicle for Sam to give a nuanced performance. It's still an imperfect tv show, but beautifully shot, well written and well acted -especially by the four leads. This will hopefully showcase him to a broader audience and provide opportunities for more roles with depth (Not having the OL shooting schedule will help).

Don't get me wrong, he is still beautiful to look at, but he really carries the show and has excellent and real 'relationship chemistry' with both love interests. OL purists may say it's not 'SC chemistry' .. well, nothing compares to THAT... but this was IMHO his best venture outside of OL so far. I wish him every success and, did I say...... I'M SO RELIEVED!!!!

Ok.. I also admit to buying a vpn and streaming Ch 4... too impatient to wait for it to come to the US ;)

[imaginespazzi]

Ok Nivi, first of all - Happy new year!! Wishing you an amazing 2025 ahead filled with love, laughter, joy and good health (plus a UConn natty and a Pazzi hard launch!)

Second of all - when can we mayhaps expect the next chapter of GH? Only after you've rewritten it so that it involves Paige waking up to her two favorite people in the world ofc!

Third of all - we're two months into the wcbb season now and while i know conference play has just started, who are your early Final 4 picks??

Lastly - favorite Pazzi moment of 2024?

Ok that's all, love you 🥰

Happy new year my love and here's me wishing all of those things right back at you!

I'm reeeeeeally hoping this weekend but like y'all know me...but I'll try fs!

Alright here are my final 4 pics:

UConn (call me a fan, call me a homer, call me delusional idc idc, we're gonna be there)

SC (sometimes you just gotta go with what's most obvious and I'd be shocked if SC didn't make it)

UCLA (there's definitely time for them to prove me horrendously wrong and they've played a relatively easy schedule but something about them just really clicks)

USC (sometimes all it takes is a player who's generational and we've seen that and Juju has a better cast around her than other players did)

And I know it's highkey hater of me to not have ND there and yeah part of it is definitely just pure old-fashioned sport rivalry hate but I do wanna say that there's a part of me that thinks ND is either gonna win it all or be a 2nd round exit and since I don't like the first option, I'mma choose to believe it'll be the 2nd.

And favorite Pazzi moment? I genuinely can't choose so I'll give you top 3:

The Draft Soft Launch (because it was in fact a soft launch and it was just so unexpected that it deserved #1)

Cruisegate (I mean when you think of unexpected...just insane all around from the first tweet to the Azzi repost, just insane)

US Open (again who the hell woulda thunk it? And again, lowkey gave soft launch)

Honorable mentions: Azzi posting Paige sleeping on her story, Paige's comments/birthday post, NYC fashion week and just everything domestic/family-oriented they've done, be it literally anything with the Fudds or Bueckers cabin week.

[kyndaris]

Contrails in the Sky: It’s Not Incest If My Brother is Adopted. Right?

Back during the PlayStation Vita heyday, I picked up two anime-themed games that looked to have an interesting premise. Set in a school, the main storyline included going through the day-to-day duties of a student while also fighting monsters and helping out the people of Erebonia during specific school excursions. It had all the hallmarks of being a Persona-lite title. Little did know I had stepped into vast and wondrous world of The Legend of Heroes series. Nor, at the time, did I know there were multiple games I had yet to uncover, and which would provide additional backstory to the plight in Zemuria.

The title of those games? The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel.

Since then and now, new games have released, including remasters of the Crossbell Arc. Heck, there’s even been an announcement for a Trails in the Sky FC remake! Featuring most of the original cast!

Of course, despite all the good news for The Legend of Heroes series, the real reason why I delved back in (to be fair, I’d already bought the games during sales and was steadily growing my collection for when I found the time in my busy schedule to get through it) was because bleachpanda had started on the games. And, in quick succession, had raced through the Trails in the Sky trilogy, Trails from Zero, trails to Azure and was now ploughing roughshod over Trails of Cold Steel. Given I was one of the two people who had encouraged her to pick the games up, it did not sit right for me to fall behind.

So, in spite of all the other games still waiting in my backlog, I plunged into Trails in the Sky SC with gusto.

The second game in the Trails in the Sky trilogy begins immediately after the first. Reeling still from the battle with Colonel Richard and rocked by Joshua leaving her behind after attaining his lost memories, Estelle does whatever a desperate dame does. She deludes herself into thinking Joshua had gone back home.

Of course, her brother-but-not-actually-her-brother-because-they-love-each-other-romantically isn’t there. He’s gone. Vanished into the four winds to put a stop to the plans of Ouroboros, a criminal organisation doing dastardly deeds across the globe for mysterious reasons.

Estelle is found by her friends and is later convinced to continue her bracer training (a mercenary-esque force that helps deal with odd jobs from the local populace like finding lost cats to taking out dangerous monsters). Off she trots to the Le Locle region of Leman state to undergo further bracer training for about two months. After finishing her training, she returns to Liberl, keen to start looking for Joshua but also cognisant of her duties as a bracer.

And so the five initial chapters are devoted entirely to Estelle traversing the various regions of Liberl and helping out the mysterious phenomena that have cropped up. Ouroboros being anything but subtle, all the cases Estelle ends up investigating are all related to their secret plans.

In quick succession, she is introduced to multiple enforcers: Bleaublanc, Walter, Luciola and Renne. All of whom she fights against to bring a stop to their experiments. Pulling the strings of Ouroboros grand plan in Liberl, however, is one Georg Weissmann.

The investigations into Ouroboros’ activities culminate in the sixth chapter where Estelle and friends decide to infiltrate one of their laboratories and put a stop to their schemes. Unfortunately, Ouroboros being as canny as they are, set a trap. Before Estelle even has a chance to put two and two together, she is kidnapped and taken aboard the Crimson Ark: Glorious – an airship employed by the dastardly villains – and used as bait. Joshua eventually rescues her.

The two of them, along with their friends, then set about putting a stop to Weissmann’s final experiment – the breaking down of the second barrier preventing the return of the Aureole. Flinting from tower to tower, they duke it out with the enforcers.

But as with almost everything when it comes to Ouroboros, Estelle and friends are too late.

Once the final barrier at the last tower falls, an entire city appears in the sky floating above Valleria Lake. Immediately, all the orbal technology used in Liberl cuts out, their energy stolen.

Trails in the Sky SC then sees Estelle and friends making their way to the floating city. After several difficult battles atop the Axis Pillar – and even down in the Core – she, and friends, emerge victorious after taking down a horribly mutated version of Georg Weissman when he merged with the Aureole.

As with most things role-playing games, the main conflict boils down to the nature of humanity. While many of the members in Ouroboros cannot see beyond the darkness lurking in the hearts of men, Estelle and the gang rise above it to see the best in mankind.

Like many recent narratives, it becomes a battle of strict emotionless order versus the nature of free will. After all, without being able to elevate humanity beyond its petty squabbles, history cannot help but repeat. War is inevitable as the cycle of hatred continues. Or, we will be so blinded by our hedonistic pleasures, we become powerless to the conveniences wrought by technology.

That said, I will have to admit I was taken in a little by Weissmann’s arguments. Seeing the world as it is today has tarnished my view of humanity.

But Estelle said it best.

When we work together, there is no stopping what we can achieve. Sure, there will be some rough edges but that’s simply how life is. It’s messy and unfair and imperfect. But we push through it all.

And maybe along the way, we fall in love with our adopted brother.

Okay. That last bit is just an Estelle-ism.

Please, under no circumstances, fall in love with your brother. Adopted or otherwise.

From a narrative standpoint, Trails in the Sky SC falls into several familiar story beats that are part and parcel of the role-playing experience. While Estelle doesn’t quite fight God by the end (there are a lot of layers and hidden lore when it comes to The Legend of Heroes games. What I like most is how it’s all interconnected with smatterings of plot ideas that won’t come to fruition until the later games), she does get to tangle with a dragon and a mutated last boss with multiple phases.

Yet while they do manage to put an end to Weissmann, Ouroboros remains a threat.

But what Trails in the Sky SC did well was tie up many of the character arcs for the protagonists. From the will-they-won’t-they nature of Estelle and Joshua’s relationship to Klaudia ascension as Crown Princess. We even received additional backstory for Olivier, Scherazard, Tita, Agate and Zin.

Like bleachpanda, the characters proved to be the selling point for my enjoyment of Trails in the Sky SC. Were they a bit cliched and tropey? Yes. But in the long run, it didn’t matter. I mean, why should it matter with Olivier batting his eyelashes at me while flirting with anything that breathes?

That said, I did have a few gripes with the storytelling. Especially near the end.

It made little sense to me why Estelle only ever ventured into the Liber Ark, and by extension, the Axis Pillar, with only a party of four. After all, when you did reach the last dungeon and reported back to the crew in the Arseille, they’d already made it quite clear repairs to the airship had been completed.

So, why go in with only four party members?

Plus, why only have Mueller and Julia join at such a late point in the game where my favourite characters were already laying waste to everything in my path?

Though I know, in the end, it was a gameplay limitation, it still rubbed me the wrong way. Especially when all your allies appeared after the battle with Loewe as additional reinforcements to help.

From a combat perspective, Trails in the Sky SC retains the crafts, quartz and orbal arts from the last game. Like many role-playing games from the early 2000s, it’s turn-based. But what made it start out, of course, was how important positioning is in combat. Unlike the Final Fantasy franchise where characters stood all in a row on the right side of the screen, Estelle and friends can move around the field of battle. This allows them to move out of charged attacks (if needed) or attack multiple enemies all bunched up together.

The added tactical strategy required always made The Legend of Heroes games stand out in my mind while also providing new challenges when the normal tactics against the mindless mobs didn’t work out (that said, Death Scream should almost always be used if there are 4 or more mobs you need to get rid of quickly).

That said, the only downside to playing the Trails in the Sky trilogy instead of waiting for the remake is probably the art style. Over the years, character portraits and designs have become a whole lot sleeker than they did in the past. While bleachpanda might have preferred the pudgier models, I much preferred the leaner 3D ones that came with the likes of Cold Steel.

And while I’m eagerly looking forward to the day I’ll finally catch up to all the latest entry, such as the recently announced Trails to the Horizon, time will tell when I’ll get round to it. As I told bleachpanda right after finishing off Trails in the Sky SC, I have many a lengthy open-world role-playing game that were released month after month in 2024.

So, yes, maybe I won’t be picking up a Switch 2 anytime soon.

With so little time and the intense backlog I have, it only seems right.

That and all the Caitlyn x Vi fanfiction I can’t help but return to (it’s the reason why my GOG galaxy play time for Trails in the Sky SC says I played for 80+ hours while my in-game timer is only 76 hours).

[softantlers]

Thanks for answering! I do think the melissa talk has been limited because it's so touchy for folks so I appreciate you sharing. I phrased it a bit weird but when I say jackieshauna is the core of the story I don't really mean the ship as much as the characters ( lowkey I forget that's a ship name and not just the name of the 2 person amalgamation that is the jackieshauna Ouroboros. )

But I agree heavily on everything you said in regards to taivan and lottie ( I was also astounded when I saw shauna/hat because i was like "... I thought we hit the gay quota?? We are having more??" Because it did kind of feel like we were going to continue the modern media cliche of 1-2 gays and a snippy Bi thats only confirmed with how heavy their eyeliner is. )

You make a great point tho that Shaunas sexuality may be a new development in the writers room, I had been feeling like the adult time line was just repeating itself but less interestingly with Melissa's plot but hadn't really put it together that it does feel like Adam's plot and it would have been better in season 1. I had certainly noticed *alot* of mirrors between Melissa and Adam but I'm optimistic in viewing so those details always register more as "Shauna is unable to learn from her mistakes and is bound to repeat them" rather then lazy writing.

I think something that sticks with me is the casting of key characters, we know our background and extra yjs tend to shift depending on the season and actor schedule ( gen for example ) but our main speaking yjs have been pretty consistent. Akilah and mari have both had speaking roles since season 1 or early season 2 and have had consistent actors so it does break my heart to have them sidelined for a survivor we havnt had any build up to in wanting them to survive. Plus like you said the adult timeline gets whiter and whiter every episode, which is like half our run time. I'd rather be watching akilah huff cave air and mari being a hater over the 2 stabby soccer moms having a table sit-down talk on how the show can gloss over any important/interesting details on Melissa's shoehorned adult existence so we can get right into their adult beef. ( that scene was very boring to me and all I could think was "why are you asking all the wrong questions?!" )

I think melissa would have been an amazing character to explore in the teen timeline and I'm sad we are not getting that but focusing more on her in the adult timeline.

( personally I'm a little let down by swanks performance, this isn't any hate to her but idk it felt like they were reading the line screens behind each others heads at some points. So she's alot more appealing to me in the wilderness because Jenna's killing it when they give her speaking lines. )

I'd love to see more genlissa, mostly because the foil of Shauna being cheated on for once after all she's done is so good and could make the Shauna/hat dynamic alot more interesting. Also Shauna killing gen for that? Melissa being terrified of her after that? Maybe Shauna skewing the cards like van did to ensure that gen is the next to be hunted and melissa knows but can't stop it? O the places toxic lesbians could go.

oh the places toxic lesbians could go!!

yeah i pretty much agree with what you said generally. "shoehorned" is an excellent way to describe this plot, character, and storyline. like you, i am actually interested in teen melissa (especially if they had triangulated things with gen omggg) or perhaps dauntingly if she had been selected for the queen hunt & shauna hadn't helped her. it would have at least done something interesting in the teen timeline but clearly this isn't what happens.

swank's performance is a letdown to me for sure. it really weirds me out that they specifically gave this role to her when she's just sort of another straight lady in the world? idk if she's ever played gay before & i know she's played trans to some complicated critique but like. she really isn't believable to me as a gay wife in her scenes. like sorry she just looks like a straight lady being tossed into that scene, and it's a real departure from what burgess is doing. idk what burgess's sexuality is, but she at least is conveying much better acting tbh & that's why i'm less critical of teen melissa.

(also not to fan flames but it pisses me off that swank admitted she hasn't watched the show up until this point?? it was in a today show interview after completing season 3 & she said it's just too intense for and even insinuated that the host might know more bc the host actually had watched. like you're about to be a series regular and you haven't watched?? simone kessell and lauren ambrose both were fans before coming on, like COME ON.)

generally, i am sometimes gassed by the adult timeline altogether. they write themselves into holes and don't seem to know where they're going. as much as i've enjoyed certain aspects of it, i think this show would have done so much better without the competing timelines, where we could focus on all the lush possibilities for scenes in the teen timeline. like one of the most unfortunate things about the show is that if they wanted to change certain dynamics in the teen timeline, they can only go so far if they've never reflected it in the adult timeline & that blowwsssss.

you'll also notice that the adult timeline is where most of the starstruck narrative decisions happen. like i am over scenes with walter, even as i like elijah woods. like homie step off my lesbian cannibal show, i don't care about you. and honestly same with swank. they were doing fine without these mainstream actors. i just wish the writers had confidence in what the teen actors are bringing. in panels and stuff, it seems like they always defer to the adult actors out of respect & i'm like girl you know the teen actors are defining this show, right? the acting there is simply incredible, even among the minor characters.

[burnwater13]

The coversheet of a script drafted by a certain small, green, former Jedi youngling. (Nonsense by me).

Only Time Would Tell

Grogu wondered why scripts were so hard to write. It was just a story told in a format that translated to being acted out on a set without an audience, right? If it was a play, then you’d be limited to a stage and everyone would know their lines like they knew their letters in Aurebesh. If it was a sit/com you’d be in a studio, hopefully with a live audience (what other kind of audiences were there?), laughing at every joke and feeding that energy back to the performers. But he was writing a script for a feature length vid. Or, at least, that’s what he was trying to do.

He had learned that the script was supposed to describe the story, line by line, scene by scene, act by act. It had to convey to the director, the cinematographer, the rest of the crew, and, importantly, to all the cast, the essence of the story, the characters, the plot, the motivations, the context, the everything of whatever it was you were trying to say. Dank Farrik! It was exhausting! How did Diggle and Daggle manage to do it? They had to find locations, learn the science and history of the fish they were catching, and actually catch the fish!

He just wanted to tell the story of how he and Ian spent an average day at the Jedi Temple before everything went Sithways and he had to abandon all of his friends, teachers, and mentors. That hadn’t seemed that complicated when he first thought about it. Jedi liked to follow routines and they especially liked them for Jedi younglings. It gave them structure to depend upon, activities to anticipate and plan for, and interactions with each other that strengthened their sense of community. Why was that so hard to write about?

Each morning he woke up in the dorm room he shared with Ian and the rest of the pod. The other four Jedi younglings that followed the same schedule, with minor exceptions. Most of those exceptions existed for Grogu’s benefit. But not all. Jaspr, who was from Ryloth, never got the hang of the shorter rotation of Coruscant. Grogu could understand that. Ryloth had a 30 hour rotational period. Coruscant had a 24 hours rotational period. Jaspr wanted to be awake when everyone else was asleep and often needed to sleep when the rest of them were heading off to their meals. He wasn’t the only Twi’lek in their pod, but Clen didn’t care about the 30 hour cycle at all. They were just different and that was okay. 

But how did you reflect that in a script? Did you just expect the people who watched the vid to understand it? Or did you have to include that information? Somehow. Was it really critical to understanding a day in the life of Grogu and Ian? That was an excellent question and Grogu didn’t really know the answer. He had tried to ask his dad about it, but if there was one thing that Din Djarin knew absolutely nothing about, it was writing scripts of any kind. So Grogu had to look for guidance elsewhere. Uff.

He’d talked to the High Magistrate, but that turned into a long discussion about what people would see, not what they would learn. They discussed panoramas, tight, close in shots, fades in and out of a scene, and the importance of costume for conveying position, authority, and circumstances. 

Grogu could understand why a person with the title ‘High Magistrate’ might be focused on how the costumes were a kind of visual substitute for dialog given how much he loved his fancy robes and the droids that helped him with them, but that didn’t really help him understand how to write that stuff down. ‘Make sure Master Yoda wears a fancy robe’ seemed absurd. Master Yoda had never worn fancy robes in Grogu’s presence. That hadn’t changed the fact that he was in charge of everything and everyone in that Temple. 

A few weeks later, on a trip to Mandalore, Grogu had discussed the problem with the Armorer. She had been very quiet for most of the discussion and then asked him how writing a script was helping him learn the Creed. She had a good point. It wasn’t helping him do that. He had his dad for that work. The script was something he was doing for the fun of it. Of course when you heard the Armorer make a comment about it, the fun drained out of it pretty quickly. He wouldn’t be asking her for help on that subject again. 

Grogu had been pretty annoyed as he scuffed his way back to the quarters he and his dad were sharing while they were visiting Mandalore. He’d found a pebble and was kicking it along the pathway when he walked right into a pair of legs. He looked up, ready to scold the person who didn’t notice him and bit his tongue. It was Bo-Katan Kryze. The Mand’alor. Oops.

“Ah, Din Grogu. You should pay attention to your surroundings.”

Her voice was as it always was. Kind of grating. Annoyed. Bossy sounding. Uff.

He wished he could tell her that the same could be said of her. She didn’t have some sort of exclusive right to be walking on the pathways of New Sundari. Instead, he gave her a sharpish look and then bowed as deeply as he could without falling over. 

He’d learned that from Ian when they had bumped into one of the senators visiting the Jedi Temple, who had decided to scold the two younglings for being where they were supposed to be. Forget that no senator was supposed to be traipsing around their dorm room like they were measuring it up for office space. Ian had said later that the bow appeared to be an apology but it was really a way of messing with their boot laces. Grogu remembered laughing at that. That was exactly why he wanted to write a story about Ian and all the things they had shared and done so many years ago.

However, Grogu couldn’t do that to Bo-Katan.

“Have you seen the delegation from Plazir-15? I was supposed to meet with them, but they didn’t report to the throne room at the appointed time.”

The Mand’alor seemed both impatient and annoyed and Grogu wondered how she managed to layer those emotions that way in her dialog. He really needed to learn how to convey that in a script. Instead, Grogu smiled and pointed in the direction that she had just come from. He considered it something like messing with her boot laces, metaphorically at least. 

He watched Bo-Katan whirl around and walk away at top speed. She hadn’t even said goodbye or thank you or anything. He supposed her rushing off displayed her impatience. Words probably weren’t necessary. Except the script would have to say something like ‘flounced off in a snit’ right? Not that he was going to include her in his script. He wasn’t. But that senator had certainly been in a snit after they tripped because their boot laces had become entangled with each other. Hmmm. Maybe the Mand’alor had helped him with his problem… Only time would tell.

[scholarship-for-all]

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[its-moopoint]

I don't know how shippers met their SO and developed long term relationships in spite of separate careers and locations. When two people love each other and want to be together they do everything they can to make the relationship work. They may have met between October 2013 and March 2014 and it was through common friends as C said later, because by March they were already dating, spending Christmas and New Year together with family and friends. Like every early relationship, especially for someone in the public eye, there is no talk about it because people wait to see how the whole thing develops. In CT's case, it worked because they spent their time off together. Then they got engaged in 2017, married in 2019 and had a child in 2021. And let's remember that many actors married to actors usually don't make it, precisely because they are apart filming in various places around the world for months on end. CT lived close enough and had the option to be together when one wasn't able to travel. Having a civilian as spouse is a plus in this case. This is how organic relationships work, but these nitwits are so devoid of any common sense and constant drooling over S, the only conclusion they came to was that CT's relationship was impossible due to her spending the bulk of her time on set with their wet dream.

c2bend

The ‘Civilian’ Boyfriend

So, I’ve only been shipping SC ‘with’ you all since August sometime.  And I don’t have the timelines of Caitriona’s schedule as dialed in as some of you.  But one thing that keeps nagging me about her having a ‘civilian’ boyfriend that SHE apparently didn’t have before Outlander began and only happened after she started filming OL, is this:

So she gets cast late August, early September 2013.  Is in Scotland by mid September, is working, which includes learning script, meetings, horseback riding lessons, other lessons?, costume fittings, annndd then filming.  She is in every scene, filming 12 + hours a day with weekends off, which more than likely a good part of that is spent learning lines and sleeping/resting I would imagine, with occasional munro bagging with some guy she met on OL, “magical evening walks” with some guy she met on OL (according to him), visits from across the globe friends – Donal, etc.  This is more than likely her schedule for SEVERAL months.  I believe I read somewhere that they were filming for 9 or 10 months originally, even if it were 6 months, then some time off, then promoting, then back to filming for 3 more months – that’s pretty much more than one year of her life devoted to OL.  During her time off she was in California (not the UK), going to Big Sur, hiking the LA Canyons with her sister and some guy she met while filming OL, hanging with her cat and friends, etc., just being HOME.  Then her and her costar are doing some heavy promoting during the summer, then back to filming in August (I believe?).

Okay, stay with me – Now we’re into the fall/end of year of 2014.  They wrap in October.  She’s in LA (@home) for Thanksgiving with her good friends – Simon, Karolina and others (have you seen the Thanksgiving photos on IG – she’s either exhausted, a bit drunk or not entirely happy or all three).  In December according to accounts she does a whirlwind trip to NY, Paris, Ireland (I do believe that’s all very doable btw).  Then in January 2015 her and her costar from OL are at People’s Choice Awards – in LA .  Also at this time she knows her ‘flat’ is on the market so she realizes she’s going to have to move, so does she stay in LA even though she’s rarely there anymore or uproot and move to Glasgow where she WORKS many months out of the year for OL?  Well, yeah.  

Now we’re moving into spring of 2015, she’s filming Money Monster for 3+ months I believe, has been doing photoshoots all over the place, quoted in some rag tag as having a civilian bf.  This is where I go WTF?  How in God’s name does she have a BF, let alone a ‘civilian’ BF with the crazy ass schedule she has had now for the last 2 years, where in the hell would she have found TIME to find and nurture a relationship with someone who has nothing to do with the industry?  Unless of course she has a twin, oohh that could explain SOO much… I’m going with that, yep, yep, I like that theory.

c2bend

Rebloging as this has always been my biggest receipt. I wrote this fall of 2015 I believe. And not much has changed as far as this goes - how would she even have time for a civilian BF especially with the amount of time she spends offset with her costar?

mariaae

Love this post @c2bend! Totes agree! Only one man in her life since OL - her co-star Sam! Swoon!

gabysachs

Reblog for the timeline we all have been following since we became shippers. Of course there's an only civilian man in Cait's life, her calm center, Mr. Sam Heughan 😏

s-and-c-forever

Well obviously she does not have a civilian boyfriend and in fact is no doubt married to that person she spent more time with.

marciabalfe

You have to be very damaged by neurons to accept the narrative that states that, in the middle of this whole whirlwind, she inserted the most lifeless, dull, serotonin-free guy in this world in her life as a boyfriend, fiancé and husband. They could at least have chosen someone with a little more vivacity to play this role of a false husband! It’s playing too much with our intelligence!

lovehimloveherstuff

The TRUTH will always prevail... it cannot be hidden or hindered! As you said so (adorably) in your original post here, "Cait & some guy she met from outlander have been munro bagging" since day ONE! Her "Civilian bf" never existed, and neither does her "Ghost husband" now. Their is now & has always been only ONE Man to fit Caitriona Mary Balfe's Bill & that man is Sam Roland Heughan. The Father of her children & the LOVE OF HER LIFE!!! And the two shall never part!!

selanalash

This, people, is the base, the core of the irrefutable logic that IMO led to believe in SC relationship.

bjj3007-ichoosetobelieve

THIS! I’m glad to see that I wasn’t the only one that was beyond baffled by this. Not to mention she states in 2014 (@auburncurlslass pls help me out on this) that she is single. (Again, timelines will be clarified I’m sure ) then claims that she had been with her husband since 2014 🤔 then claims that she has Outlander to thank for love coming into her life. How the hell does a civilian fit that category?

No but really everyone, pls clear up this timeline for me hahaha. So that I can remember it once and for all!

Love the critical thinking of this original blogger btw!

I love all their references to neurons and being smart when they plead their "case" in these long ass posts that say... nothing. I mean any lawyer and judge would throw this shit away at any hearing in seconds. They have nothing to sustain their beliefs but tons of ASSUMPTIONS.

The timeline it's pretty clear for anyone with understanding, a normal life, normal relationship and with no hearing or sight problems.

She had friends in America and they knew T in Glasgow. She was alone in Glasgow and her friends came visit her and introduced someone who actually lived there (T). So she had her work friends (SH) and her new circle she was building. He started appearing in her outings, first only as friends then they got officially together. You can actually watch the whole thing unfold in social media and in her interviews: from the moment she said she was single, then dating someone, then doesn't talk about her private life, then T being her +1 at events, then her thanking him in her acceptance speeches, then her friends, family and acquaintances naming T as her husband, the wedding, the marriage certificate, she speaking of her husband and son, she saying she wasn't with S, she saying her husband has known S since they started dating (that also fits the timeline perfectly)...

You need to be stupid to believe she only worked for a year and her social life was just SH.

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Nationality Requirements

Citizenship Criteria

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Academic Requirements

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Marital Status Requirements

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Introduction:

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Educational Qualifications:

Emphasize the importance of a strong foundation in mathematics and science during the 10+2 schooling.

Explore the specific subject requirements, such as Physics, Chemistry, and Mathematics (PCM).

Discuss variations in eligibility criteria across different engineering institutes and universities.

Minimum Qualifying Marks:

Explain the significance of securing a minimum percentage in the qualifying examination (10+2 or equivalent).

Discuss variations in cutoff marks for different categories (General, OBC, SC, ST, etc.).

Address the impact of the eligibility criteria on merit-based admissions.

Age Limit:

Explore any age restrictions imposed by engineering institutes or entrance exams.

Discuss exceptions or relaxations in age limits for specific categories or circumstances.

Entrance Exam Scores:

Highlight the role of entrance exams (e.g., JEE Main, JEE Advanced, state-level exams) in B.Tech admissions.

Explain the minimum scores or ranks required for eligibility.

Discuss the weightage given to entrance exam performance in the overall admission process.

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Address eligibility criteria related to nationality for Indian and international students.

Discuss any specific domicile requirements for state-level admissions.

Reservation Policies:

Explore the reservation policies for different categories, including Scheduled Castes (SC), Scheduled Tribes (ST), Other Backward Classes (OBC), and Persons with Disabilities (PwD).

Explain the documentation required to avail reservation benefits.

Qualifying Examinations:

Discuss alternative qualifying examinations recognized by engineering institutes.

Explore the eligibility criteria for diploma holders seeking lateral entry into B.Tech programs.

Specific Institute Requirements:

Highlight any unique eligibility criteria set by specific engineering institutes.

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