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They deserved happiness ❤️‍🩹

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An average day between the leaders.

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Tired from practice 🫣

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Wake up, my princess

(in response to this post😊)

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End me.

HD 1080 for full screen

gif smol convenient for endless loop

Su!c!dal Gi-hun isn't real, he can't hurt you or hurt himself Su!c!dal Gi-hun:

I animated Gi-hun going insane (we also going insane)

Didn't expect Gi-hun would be this low in rockbottom, he's so broken, su!cidal Gi-hun broke me, in tears animated ngl, feel the emotion, pouring it into canvas, animation, I feel for Gi-hun 💔💔💔♥️💥🎀

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my best (worst) inhun work yet

(extract from another inhun canon-divergence i’m writing)

Inho had loved her like a man loves the sun: worshipful, certain she would always rise again. Her death was not just a loss; it was a collapse of the axis upon which he turned. After her death, he did not mourn so much as harden. Grief, in him, took the shape of stone. Women became ghosts—seen, never touched. He would never love again, he told himself, not because he couldn’t, but because to love would be to betray the grave.

But fate is a vicious playwright. And Gihun entered like a curse written in flesh.

A man, yes—but not simply that. A force. Gihun walked like consequence, spoke like judgment, and looked at Inho as if the sight of him soiled the world. And yet—yet—he drew Inho’s gaze like iron to the lodestone. There was ruin in his posture, a beauty sharpened by rage, and something animal beneath it, something that promised both violence and the possibility of being known.

Inho told himself it was guilt. He told himself it was punishment.

But it wasn’t.

It was hunger.

Not clean hunger. Not the romantic ache of poets.

It was darker—a desire to be hated, devoured, undone.

To be dragged down from the altar of control by the very man who despised him most.

Inho hadn’t meant to feel anything. He had built entire worlds out of control just to avoid that. But desire didn’t knock politely. It dragged its nails across the inside of his skull, and Gihun’s mouth—sour with whiskey and bitten words—began to look like something he wanted to taste.

He would never love a woman again; that much was true.

He didn’t know if it was love, or penance, or some slow, exquisite self-immolation.

But he could love this man.

Not in daylight, not in peace.

In fists and fury.

In the trembling second before Gihun’s hatred curdled into something baser.

In the feral flicker of eye contact held just too long.

And perhaps this—this vile, aching want—was the last truth he had left:

That he could love a man who wanted to destroy him.

And that he wanted to be destroyed.

By him. And no other.

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everything is going fine

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LBH mentioned that Gi-Hun is light but gihun's suicidal outburst makes you realize that he really is at almost at the end of himself. Like the final flicker of a candlelight before it completely dies

But a flame is still a flame no matter how weak it appears to be so why do I feel like Jun-hee giving birth would play a huge role in igniting that dying fire, like one final illumination against darkness.

Seeing a new life emerge out of a place who knows nothing but death and destruction would remind Gihun that there's still hope beyond the despair they're feeling inside the island, because every ending is the beginning of something.

And even darkness can't suppress the huge burst of light that a new candle would bring, brought upon by the fire of Gi-hun's determination

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This makes me insane at the way In-Ho smirks slightly at Gi-Hun's outburst but his eyes suggests otherwise.

seriously try and cover his mouth and u'll see empty and regret radiating off of him

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one kiss

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“Did I mean so little to you?”

“You were never supposed to mean anything at all.”

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I had a vision of how Squid Game 3 will end

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Recently got my nana into Death note & every time someone dies she looks at me like it’s my fault.. anyway here’s the meow meow

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epilogue

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Thinking about microbangs gihun 🩷