you know I had a random thought about what Fuyumi would look like after Hunted, I haven't paid enough attention to that part, but she PROBABLY completely wanna dissociate herself from Harumi now, right? so here's what I think she'd look like BEFORE becoming the empress
I mentioned the coronation happened in Crystalized on main
OKAY SO, the public probably didn't leave Fuyumi alone, always comparing her and there to the person who destroyed their city while also being related to same person so.. she upgraded her headpiece a bit and completely covered her face up, it wasn't enough for Fuyumi so she decided to wear a veil with it... and a glove
I'm hoping this isn't confusing to anyone, so I made a small pic of her in her.. eras? I think that's what this is called.. yea she went through hell
empress fuyumi is like "oh.. no more headpiece to hide my grief and agony.. oh well, not like the public doesn't know everything anyways"
also here's her having a conversation after the new glow up with Lloyd (yea she's completely salty over what he did, just cutting her off like that)
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Oh hey btw your f/o LOVES you no matter what, even if you have a personality disorder
It doesn't matter if you have NPD, ASPD, BPD, PTSD, STPD, Psychosis, DPD, HPD, DID, Paranoia, OCPD or anything else
You are NEVER too much, too needy, too annoying, too weird, too avoidant, too quiet, too loud, too arrogant or anything like that! They understand it is something out of your control and don't judge you for that. They will never EVER demonize you
Your personality disorder isn't your fault and it doesn't make you unlovable. Your f/o is living proof that you are a wonderful person, they love you. Don't forget that
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here have some Sadie Knox (my Courier Six) infodumping bc i am insane abt her rn
Sandra "Sadie" Knox / 5'2" / 34
Sandra Knox isn't her birth name, she got her first and last name separately from books she's read over the years.
Sadie is a scientist who worked as a courier and an overcharging con-artist repairman to save up caps to fund her research. She carries a notebook with her at all times, always scribbling down notes as it helps her think and process information.
Sadie is morally gray; a bit selfish and tunnel-visioned in her ways. Once Sadie has a goal, big or small, she’ll stop at nothing to achieve whatever it is. She has a unique way with words and can get you into trouble and out of it in the same sentence. This skill has saved her ass an insurmountable amount of times.
Due to her borderline extreme goal-contentedness, despite caring for those she loves and keeps close to her, she often comes off distant. Sadie has always had a rough time showing that she cares and her gestures can come off as awkward or forced. Her autism might be (is) partially to blame for this lol. Those willing to work past this awkwardness and allow her to adjust are rewarded with a ride or die friend for life.
She's got a reserve of pent-up rage. Though she can be quite irritable from minor conveniences [ex: she drops a pencil on the ground > emotional dysregulation from adhd rises > she's LIVID- ok she's fine now], she's not one to lash out at someone she loves. Her rage is kept internal and it weighs heavily on her shoulders.
Once speaking to Yes Man [before confronting Benny], she figures trying to get in on Benny's scheme is the opportunity she's been waiting for -- the prospect of a steady flow of caps excites her.
Oh and after her visit to BIG MT, she decides to help the Doctors by occasionally bringing them Mojave shit to research.
Sadie: look at the size of this legendary deathclaw hand. These things are large and terrifying, and despite the best efforts, nests continue to pop u--
Dr. Borous: the size of that hand....
Dr. Borous: it reminds me of my time in AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL, when RICHIE MARCUS took his HAND to my FACE and BEAT ME SENSELESS behind the school. the AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL--
Sadie: [patiently waiting bc she doesnt know when, or if, it is appropriate to intervene]
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breakfast date with a side of death glare
art trade with @eatyourmaker !! except i went overboard and made my part into a comic HEHE
fanfic below because i’m not sure how to alt text this without going overboard :’3
———————— A TREAT YOU DESERVE
“How about you tell me what you want for breakfast? My treat.”
Evermore places his hand on Rick’s back as he lets the tired man think.
It’s a cold winter morning. Although the sky is a nice blue, clear and clean, it is awfully windy, and even when the air is still, the cold bites when it can.
The mayor of this small simple town finds himself at the iron gates of a large, ivory-coloured house. In front of its grand exterior is a carefully tended garden of colours. Tall trees almost caress the walls but not quite; they barely reach the upper level windows.
Of course, it’s nothing that impressive compared to his one-of-kind home but… Evermore could consider it competition.
That’s a thought for another day.
“Hmm…” Rick stands still in thought. “Maybe… Well, pancakes are a nice idea,” he begins.
As the tired man tries to figure out his options, Evermore suddenly couldn’t help but feel something at the back of his head. Like a burning feeling. A very gradual one but it’s there.
Rick continues to muse, inattentive. “Or eggs. Like eggs on toast? But I can make that at home though.”
Internally, Evermore excuses himself and tunes out Rick for the moment, trying to find that burning feeling. It annoys him.
As he glances behind himself, he peers over the iron gate’s finials and above the young trees, beyond the finely trimmed garden, Evermore finally spots his problem.
At the house itself, facing the open streets, there is an open window with a woman there, holding a steaming cup.
It is a woman he knows very well; a relative of his partner, Rick. Carmen, one of the few people that could rival the greatest man himself, stands by the window with one of the most seething scowls she could ever give. A familiar look but seething nonetheless.
Evermore’s face scrunches slightly. Ough, he groans in his mind.
He knows too well what words that glare of her’s tell and Carmen doesn’t even need to say anything. It is one of those ‘do something wrong or you will get it’ looks. In this case, Evermore thinks it’s probably something like ‘treat him right or you die.’
“I don’t know,” Rick concludes. “I can have anything. I’m not picky.”
But Evermore knew that. That was in his plan from the start.
“I hear you,” the mayor finally answers to Rick. “I’ll get you all that you ask for.”
Rick blinks. “No, just one thing is fine.”
“Nonsense!” Evermore pats Rick’s shoulder assuringly. “It’s my treat and a treat you deserve.”
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SingSong I know what you did there you can't escape my eyes.
[ID: Image one is an excerpt from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint which reads:
Han Su-Yeong abruptly opened her lips to speak. "It's snowing."
She was right; bits of snowflakes were descending from the sky.
Originally, this particular world didn't have any snow. Yet, it was doing precisely that.
Image two is an excerpt from an article with the header "True Love" that says:
Notably, South Korea seems to be a pretty romantic country, and this custom proves it.
There is a superstition that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you like, true love will blossom between both and it will be long-lasting. Because of this, a lot of couples also promise to meet each other at certain place to enjoy the first snowfall and hope for their love to be eternal. End ID]
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