#LIKE WHAT THE FUCK AND HELL WAS THE THOUGHT PROCESS? WAS THERE A THOUGHT PROCESS?
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gothicfied · 2 days ago
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Can you please do this one? 💛
Basically takes place after 4th game. Nam-gyu finds out he lost the necklase with drugs and goes to the guard, asking if he can go back, after the confrontation that happened in the scene. He goes to the reader and she just basically takes care of him (comforting, hugging him, giving him her water, holding him in her sleep, helping him etc.) And if you want to (you dont have to), you can add there, where she helps him in the jump rope game.
Save me, my love! - a Nam-gyu Oneshot
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Pairing: Nam-gyu / Player 124 x Reader
Word Count: ~950 Words
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, drug usage, addiction, violence, death, gunshots, blood (typical Squid Game stuff), I obviously have no idea how addictions or withdrawals work😭, other than that it's just fluff/comfort, not proof read (English is not ny first language)
A/N: He was genuinely so pathetic in that scene, I loved it. So sorry if any if these descriptions are unrealistic or wrong, I just wrote it like I remembered the scene lolololol Also: I am doing a pt2 on the teen reader thing, so stay tuned. Enjoy!
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You never imagined that in this place, drugs would be someone's biggest issue. You thought maybe people dying left and right and the sound of the never ending gunshots would wake someone up and make them vote 'X', but no. Some of these literal animals still think money has more value than a humans life. Sadly, one of those people is also someone you grew quite close to.
Nam-gyu somehow felt like you guys were making a great team, or maybe it was because he was madly in love with you that he tolerated someone who voted to get the hell out of here. After Thanos was stabbed to death, as Nam-gyu vividly described — with a fork, he kind of... just lost it.
You did too, after the rebellion failed. You were so sure everyone could do it, but no. Originally, the man laughed at you for even trying to get through the guards or for supporting the idea in the first place, but he was still very glad you didn't.. well, die. He couldn't have handled another death like that (he could've on drugs, but he didn't tell you that, obviously).
The fact that he has used before, outside the games, became more and more apparent. Constant ticking, scratching, sniffling, rocking back and forth... whenever the effects of those little pills started to wear off, Nam-gyu became this angsty, disturbed mess that just wanted to be held by you. And you did hold him tight. You didn't know what it was about him, maybe it was because he made you feel somewhat grounded and not all alone in this place, or maybe it was trauma bonding. Probably the second thing.
During Hide and Seek, the most disturbing game you almost didn't survive, he had apparently lost the little cross necklace that held the remaining pills. Based off of how Nam-gyu acted (because, yes, you could hear him scream and sing through the halls), you were able to figure out at what stage this addiction process was. Whatever those things held in them, they were really addicting, scarily even so. It's only been like four days and Nam-gyu's acting like that.. it's weird.
Granted, you didn't quite understand how addictions worked. Because his veins were blown out by all the stuff he used to shoot up his arm, you thought a little pill couldn't make you so erratic.
From your bed, you could see how Nam-gyu scrambled to the pink guards, first asking and then eventually yelling at them to let him back because he lost the goddamn necklace. You sighed while seeing and hearing it — Man, you felt bad for him. He didn't act like this the first day or the second day and you thought that he didn't deserve this, to go through withdrawal.
After he was threatened by one of the guards, Nam-gyu quickly shut his mouth and walked back over to you, looking at you like you were the light of his life. He sighed, slowly sitting down next to you on the bed. "They.. they won't let me in! Oh my god, I know I lost that fucking thing in there and they won't give it to me."
Nam-gyu whined next to you, actually sounding like he was in pain (or that he was, at least, very desperate). His blood-covered hands covered his face as he started to rub his eyes to come back to his senses. After a pause, you put your hand on his back, drawing slow and soothing circles, because what else were you supposed to do?
"I'm seriously dead without.. without—"
"It'll be okay."
"Ohhhh— No, you have no idea how bad this is!"
The man looked at you with blood shot eyes, that were probably just there because he couldn't sleep well when high. He was exhausted, too exhausted to even explain to you what was bothering him right now when you asked him. He knew he was worrying you, but it wasn't like he didn't try fixing it yet.
Your eyes scanned his face, trying to come up with a solution. There was nothing you could do to help, mainly because you don't know what withdrawals feel like.
Nam-gyu clawed on your shirt and basically threw himself onto you, breathing like he just ran a marathon. You cradled his face against your chest, taking a quick peek to see what was going on — Nam-gyu looked like he was about to cry from frustration, anger (at himself), because he was panicking.. his eyes told a whole story and it broke your heart.
You tipped your head back to lean it against the metal railing of the bed while your hand was lightly grazing his cheek. Eventually, Nam-gyu's breathing began to calm down and it seemed like he had finally fallen asleep completely, which he wasn't able to do the past couple of nights. Just yesterday he woke you up in the middle of the night to 'talk to you' because he couldn't sleep. He had been chronically awake the whole time, which really messed with his perception of things, at least that's what you thought.
Carefully, you pushed some of his hair out of his face, calming at how peaceful he looked. You heard faint whispers of the other players talking to each other, most of them just as worried as you. You were scared, of course you were. You were scared for your life, for Nam-gyu's life, because something told you that he couldn't and wouldn't make it any further in this condition.
You truly hoped you would, though, because at the end of the day, you did truly care about him.
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macherouviere · 21 hours ago
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What We Don't Say About Ruin
I look like a horror movie that can’t even be sung. I’ve seen how heartbroken he is, and how everyone else is. God, I don’t even know how to describe the feeling I got right now. But I felt like my head was exploding. Even “devastating” doesn’t come close. I was actually hanging out with my friend, watching the match, and I thought having a lot of reconnecting, buffering, and laggy moments would be the hardest part I’d see tonight. Not until the video cleared. I had missed a moment. I screamed with joy, looking at him playing in the background and telling my friend how good he looked tonight. But then I saw him, just staying still near the goalpost. Not down, not out, but frozen. And the keeper was crying.
I asked what happened, why he was crying. My friend said, “That’s because he’s sad”. I didn’t think too much of it. I just said, “Oh, okay, cool? Why though?”. But then I saw it. The man that I love, just staying there. There were people in blue jackets around him; medics, I guessed, but I didn’t even know how to name them in the moment. Some of his teammates were close, and even a few players from the other team. And then the game stopped. Like, actually stopped. The match was paused. And panic crept in. I opened Twitter to find something, anything, to anchor the moment. I still joked around. I didn’t want to believe something was wrong.
But then my friend tagged me in a post. It showed the moment I missed. It was sickening. I watched the clip and everything in me just shut down. The sound stopped. My thoughts dissolved. I couldn’t even hear the room. The only thing left was whatever was going on in my head, it might’ve been ringing or some kind of alarm. It felt like a drum, low and steady and dreadful, vibrating from deep inside. Then my ears actually started to drum, as if my own body was trying to warn me about what my brain couldn’t yet process. I felt like my heart had moved up into my skull and was pounding inside my head, louder and louder.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t say anything except “fuck”, over and over again. Maybe I was angry. Maybe I was scared. I felt so close to throwing my phone. I ditched my laptop like I’d never use it again. I locked myself in my room, but I didn’t know what to do. Sleep wasn’t even a consideration. I didn’t know how to move forward. Everything had just collapsed. And all I wanted in that moment was to cry with him. If I could, I’d go to him and wrap my arms around him and walk with him through whatever hell this would become. Because I know I could make it if it was for him.
But I don’t know how he’s feeling right now. I don’t even want to try guessing. And I especially don’t want to hear someone say, “It’s going to be okay”, because it won’t. Not yet. Not tonight. Not in a way that makes sense. There’s no word to fit this moment. Even “devastating” feels hollow. I just want to hold him. I want to cry with him, over everything; his pain, his fear, my heartbreak, our helplessness. Everything feels upside down, like my world’s been spun onto the tip of a needle and left to tremble.
I can’t scream for help. No one can help me. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I thought about deleting social media altogether. It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this. But I know what I saw, that shockwave, the moment he realized what was happening. He knew. I could see it in his face: the confusion, the pain, and that creeping realization that something might be lost forever. And I, God, I don’t know who I am anymore after seeing that.
It felt like a crisis. A real one. Like if I didn’t ground myself, I might disappear. I even thought that doing something bad would make more sense than this moment. My world fell apart the moment he went down. And so did his. I knew it. And he knew it too. Because it’s not just a game. This is his everything. His joy. His meaning. His world.
I kept questioning everything after that. About him. About life. About myself. I kept thinking about how fragile everything is. And then I thought about how one of my lights; one of the few things that makes life feel bright, is flickering. I remembered how I once joked that “almost is never enough”, but now I don’t even find it funny. I don’t think I find anything fun anymore. The light’s gone. The fun’s gone. It’s all gone.
It didn’t just look painful. It felt like something was taken away. Like a whole future cracked before our eyes. Like time snapped. My head is still buzzing from the shock. I knew it when I saw it. Something shifted, and I knew the version of him I knew might not return. I can’t even think about his career or when he’ll return. I don’t care. I just want him whole. I want him safe. I want to know that his spirit, his smile, his softness… Will survive this.
But the fear is real. I knew it the moment it started to creep in. I knew he might not be the same. I knew he might stop. I knew he might never dance the same way again. And it’s terrifying. Can he ever smile again, truly? Will he be okay? Will he still be… Him?
I’m grieving. I know that now. Everything around me is blurry. God knows I’m still sitting on the edge of something I don’t have words for. Not despair, not heartbreak, just, grey. A silent, shapeless grey that smothers me. And not even a horror movie could explain what I feel. I just want to mourn.
And this grief, it caught in my throat. Not like sobs. Not like tears. Like a scream that didn’t have the courage to be loud. Like something stuck there, pressing down on my chest, twisting up my ribs. At some point, I didn’t want to cry. I wanted to throw up. Because maybe that would finally let the feeling out. They say it’s not numbness, but that this kind of sadness doesn’t follow rules. It knots itself inside you. It tangles with your breath and your heartbeat and your hope.
I kept asking myself, “Why am I this upset? Why does this hit so hard?”. But I didn’t want the answer. I didn’t want to reason with it. I just wanted to be in it. I sat still. I drooped low, and even the ground didn’t want me. My jaw locked. My body stayed curled, like it wanted to disappear. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to be perceived. I wanted the world to go quiet and stay there.
They say caring is a beautiful thing. I don’t know if I believe that. Because this doesn’t feel beautiful. It feels like being torn open by something you can’t fight. It feels ugly and relentless. It feels like love in its most painful, consuming shape. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to care this much. I don’t want to live in this.
I didn’t sob. I didn’t break down. But my grief showed up anyway, in the silence. In the tension. In the way my throat felt like it was holding back a hundred words that didn’t exist yet. My body held onto everything it didn’t know how to express: the fear, the sorrow, the helplessness, and the hope I’m still terrified to lose. It’s like crying without sound. Mourning without movement.
Now, the tears come easily. They roll without warning. I’m not crying loudly, I’m just, unraveling. Quietly. And every time I think about it again, the frustration comes back. It’s fucked up. And I don’t even know who to blame. But I want to blame someone. Anyone. Because someone should have kept him safe. Someone should have stopped it.
And still, all I want to do is cry with him. In 5th of July, the horror movie that won’t be able to light on, in my theater.
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Landscape of Roman Ruins (François de Nomé, 1593 - 1644)
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syllle · 16 hours ago
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I read you squid game post about how you betray them and they die because of it and was wondering if you could do one that was the opposite. They betray you and you die because of it with gn reader, I need some angst. If you don’t want to write it the feel free to ignore this!
Deadly Betrayals
Theme: Angst, Darkfic, Betrayal, Graphic Character Deaths
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Warnings:
Graphic violence, blood, stabbing, character deaths, reader dying in violent ways, emotional torture, detailed death descriptions, invented/altered games, broken alliances, obsessive or deranged characters
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Word Count:
5,000 (500 per character)
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Author’s Note:
Hiiiiiii, I hope you like this because honestly I think it turned out kinda mid but I don’t wanna stay stuck on this forever 😭 I also made up or tweaked some games because I felt like it, but I hope it’s decent 🙂
My requests are open again!!!! If you wanna send me something, feel free 💌
Masterlist: [link]
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Gi-hun
You trusted him.
In the middle of that hell, surrounded by desperate faces and the stench of death, Gi-hun was the only one who reached out to you when no one else would. He laughed easily, made stupid jokes to keep your mind off the corpses piling up around you, and every night, he swore you’d both make it out of this alive.
Lies.
That night’s game was simple: jump from glass panel to glass panel until you reached the other side. One would hold, the other would shatter. It was random. Cruel.
Gi-hun stood right behind you.
“Go on… trust me. You��ve got this.”
He smiled — the same damn smile that made you feel safe, made you believe him.
You took a shaky breath, your fear strangling your throat, and jumped. The glass beneath your feet groaned, but held.
When you looked back, he hesitated. The clock was ticking down.
You reached your hand out to him.
“Come on, fuck’s sake!”
And that’s when your eyes met.
There was no friend in his gaze anymore. No ally.
Only a desperate man who wanted to live.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
And before your brain could process the words, his foot slammed against your chest, shoving you backward.
The glass cracked beneath you with a sharp, sickening sound.
You fell.
The impact was fast, but the pain spread through your body in waves before the darkness took hold.
Bones snapped, blood filled your mouth, your vision swimming.
You could still hear the glass shattering far above, but what hurt most was the image burned into your skull — his face.
Gi-hun.
He didn’t hesitate.
Not a tear. Not a scream.
Just that empty apology and the force of his foot against your chest.
As the world blurred around you, metallic blood coating your tongue, all you could think about was the way he laughed at your terrible jokes, the cigarette you both shared in secret on the first night, and the promise he never intended to keep.
Betrayal doesn’t hurt because of the act.
It hurts because of the face behind it.
And there, on the cold floor, your body shattered and your blood pooling around you as another player’s victory echoed above, you understood.
In Squid Game, no one is your friend.
Not even Gi-hun.
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In-ho
You knew better than to trust anyone in this place.
But him… In-ho wasn’t like the others.
Or so you thought.
The game was brutal. Hide and Seek with a Twist. Players were divided into pairs: one blue, one red. The blues had to survive the night without being found, while the reds hunted them with knives. A sadistic bloodbath.
But you and In-ho had history. Before the mask, before the games. Back when the world was still something resembling normal.
He pulled you aside before the round started.
“I can’t protect you forever,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes cold beneath the black mask he temporarily removed for you to see.
“You won’t have to,” you whispered, a desperate smile tugging at your lips. “Just this one time.”
The plan was simple. He’d signal the guards away, give you a head start, and make it look like he tried.
You believed him.
The countdown began. The doors opened. Shadows moved like predators in the dark.
You ran.
Heart pounding, breath ragged. You darted behind steel beams and blood-slicked walls, the copper stench making your stomach twist.
Then, a voice.
“In here,” In-ho hissed, waving you toward an abandoned storage room.
Without thinking, you rushed in.
The door slammed behind you.
Locked.
Your chest tightened. “In-ho?”
No answer.
The lights inside flickered to life — not a hiding place, but an execution chamber. Blades hung from the ceiling, rigged to swing at the slightest trigger.
You pressed against the door. “In-ho, please—”
A crackling speaker came to life.
“Sorry,” his voice came through it, distorted but unmistakable. “There’s no way out for you this time.”
Your throat closed, the betrayal slicing deeper than any knife could.
He’d fed your location to the reds. Sold you out like a pawn.
Footsteps approached. Shadows swarmed the room. The sound of knives dragging along the walls.
And you screamed his name — not in fear, but in fury.
The first blade struck your arm, blood spraying the wall. Another slashed across your stomach, hot pain exploding through you.
One by one, they closed in, blades glinting in the dim light.
It wasn’t quick.
It wasn’t merciful.
When your body finally collapsed, a mess of blood and trembling limbs, your last breath tasted like metal and betrayal.
And somewhere beyond the walls, In-ho turned off his comm, removed his mask, and whispered to no one,
“It was always going to be you.”
The game moved on.
Your name erased from the board like you never existed.
And In-ho never looked back.
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Hyun-ju
She was always the strong one.
After being discharged from the army for her transition, Hyun-ju — a former Special Forces sergeant — entered the games for the money she needed for her gender affirmation surgery. In the early rounds, she saved a bleeding teammate during Red Light, Green Light, led teams in the Six-Legged Pentathlon, taught others how to swap MP5 magazines, and fought hard in the riot against the guards.
To you, she was a beacon — discipline, leadership, an ally in this barbaric slaughterhouse.
And when the next new game arrived , you clung to her like a lifeline.
It was called “Mirror of Death.”
Players had to cross a hallway of mirrors without seeing their own reflection. If the sensor picked up a reflection — even without direct eye contact — hidden blades would shoot out from the glass, slicing clean through flesh and bone.
You and Hyun-ju were paired together.
Side by side at the entrance, feet trembling.
She squeezed your hand tightly.
“You’ve got this,” she muttered, her voice carrying the same weight as a soldier on the battlefield.
You stepped into the corridor. One step. Two steps. Shadows and flickering lights made it near impossible to tell which panels would betray you.
Then — you saw it.
Hyun-ju’s reflection in one of the mirrors.
Her face tensed, eyes widening.
“Careful!” you whispered.
Too late.
Her hand lashed out, shoving you sideways. It was fast. Instinct, maybe.
“Sorry,” she breathed — her voice raw, guilty, yet cold as steel.
You stumbled, and your shoulder caught the sensor beam.
A sharp hiss.
A thin, surgical blade shot from the wall, piercing your chest. The pain was blinding, a searing heat that tore the air from your lungs.
Hyun-ju didn’t hesitate.
She kept moving, dodging her reflection, calculating every step.
She didn't even look back until she reached the exit.
Only then did she turn.
You lay sprawled on the cold floor, blood pouring from your chest, mouth opening and closing in useless attempts to scream. The world blurred, your vision dimming.
Your eyes found hers — horror and guilt battling in her expression. She crouched down beside you, trembling.
“It wasn’t supposed to be you,” she whispered.
Her hand gripped yours, squeezing until the last warmth faded from your skin.
The game ended. Guards came. Dragged your body away without ceremony.
Hyun-ju stood motionless, blood-soaked, lips pressed together to hold back sobs.
You were her partner.
Her friend.
And she’d killed you with one desperate shove.
In Squid Game, betrayal isn’t always planned.
Sometimes, the game makes you choose.
And even if you live — you never escape what you’ve done.
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Myung-gi
The night swallowed you whole.
The game was Hide and Seeker–Players had to stay hidden until sunrise or be hunted down one by one. Masks, knives, and shadows served as rules. Survival was raw instinct.
Myung-gi, Player 333, had always been unpredictable. He’d won by stabbing Thanos and later betrayed Hyun‑ju—cold-blooded acts . Now, under the moonlight, he stalked you with predator’s focus.
You crouched behind a barrel, heart fluid with fear, every breath loud in your ears. You’d heard him whisper your name in the darkness—no mercy in his voice.
“Come out, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Panic clawed your throat. You stayed silent.
A footstep—sharp on concrete. He circled around you. A knife glinted.
“Don’t make this harder.”
You crawled backward, tears blurring your sight. “Please… Myung-gi, don’t.”
He laughed, soft and hollow. He knelt, pressing the tip of the blade to your collarbone. Cold steel against warming skin.
“I need it,” he hissed. “I need this win.”
“Not like this!” you choked. “We—”
He gripped your hair, jerking your head back. “No ‘we’ anymore.”
You felt the first stab—sharp agony, teeth of the blade sinking into flesh beside your spine. You gasped, body convulsing.
He didn’t pause.
The knife found your ribs—another thrust. Each stab was methodical, merciless. You begged, every plea a desperate note in the night:
“Stop… it hurts—please…”
Your voice cracked as blood spurted, warm and sticky.
He knelt behind you, voice low, “This is what it takes.”
With a violent twist, the blade plunged through your side, ribcage breached. You could taste iron, feel your lungs collapsing inside you.
You fell to the floor, legs folding beneath you. He stood, blade dripping, and leaned in close. Your lips trembled.
“Myung-gi… why?”
He hesitated. A flicker of regret—forgotten in his wild eyes. He whispered, “Because they need to see.”
And then, one last strike—deliberate, savage—through your heart.
Your world went black.
He wiped the blade, silver stained red. He stood in the empty, echoing darkness. Around him, survivors scattered—some whispers, some hiding further away.
He vanished into the shadows.
By dawn, your body lay where he left it—silent, colder than the night that claimed you. Myung-gi moved on, knife in hand, the game’s trophy soaked in blood and betrayal.
In Squid Game, there’s no saving grace.
Only survival.
And sometimes… murder.
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Yong-sik:
The game for that round was called Mingle.
When a number was announced, players had just seconds to gather into exact-sized groups and enter the numbered rooms. Anyone left outside… died.
You and Yong-sik had gotten close. In that hell, he was one of the few faces that gave you a little air. He laughed, made stupid jokes, snuck you cigarettes when the guards weren’t looking. You’d both promised you’d get through this together — no matter what.
The blaring announcement echoed through the speakers.
“Number four.”
The spinning lights stopped. Doors slid open. Everyone bolted in different directions. It was chaos. Every man for himself. You felt Yong-sik’s hand grab yours, pulling you along, and you ran after him. Your heart hammered inside your chest.
A room ahead — three people already inside. One spot left.
Yours.
But Yong-sik hesitated.
For a split second — one that stretched on like eternity — his eyes met yours. Fear. Desperation. And something else… choice.
You opened your mouth to call to him.
And he shoved you.
Hard.
Your body hit the rough floor, landing painfully on your side. The door slammed shut before you could scramble to your feet.
“No—please—Yong-sik!” you screamed.
But he didn’t look back.
Inside the room, he slid into the final spot. The three others stared at him, and the light above turned green. They were safe.
You were not.
The speakers fell silent. The music cut. The hallway felt like a grave.
Then came the footsteps. Guards in red masks lined up, rifles raised.
Your chest heaved. Hands trembling. Tears blurred your eyes.
“Please… don’t… don’t do this,” you begged — not knowing if it was to them or to fate.
Yong-sik stood motionless inside the room, eyes on the floor, fists clenched tight.
The gunfire came.
The sound split the world open. The impact knocked you back. Blood pooled beneath you. The pain was sharp — then, nothing.
In those last flickering seconds, your gaze searched for him through the glass window. Yong-sik hadn’t moved.
You died there, still not understanding how someone who laughed with you just a night before could do that.
And him?
He never left that room again. Sat down in the corner, panting, vomiting down the front of his shirt. He knew surviving came with a price — and tonight, he paid it with your life.
The game moved on.
Your name did not.
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Dae-ho
You should’ve known better.
From the very first day, Dae-ho clung to you like a shadow. Sweet words, wide smiles, promises whispered late at night when no one else was listening. He made you believe you weren’t alone in that hell.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he swore once, tracing a finger down your cheek while bodies lay cold nearby.
But obsession isn’t love.
And in this place — obsession kills.
The game was brutal. The rules simple: only one could move forward. You’d both made it this far by protecting each other, sharing scraps of food, hiding during riots. But now, survival came with a price neither of you were supposed to pay.
You didn’t want to fight him.
Didn’t even raise your knife.
“Let’s figure something out,” you pleaded, your voice trembling, hands raised in surrender. “We don’t have to—”
But his eyes weren’t the same anymore. That wide, bright look was gone. What stared back at you was something feral. Possessed.
“I can’t lose you,” he said softly.
“And if I can’t have you here… then no one will.”
Panic flooded your chest.
“No—Dae-ho, please—”
The first stab caught you just below the ribs. The shock of it made your knees buckle. Hot blood spilled over his hand, and your breath hitched, body folding inward.
You tried to crawl away. Begged.
“Dae-ho, please stop, please—”
But he was on you, one knee pressing your chest down as his knife drove into your side again, then your stomach, each thrust more violent than the last. You could hear him muttering under his breath with every stab.
“I love you… I love you… I love you…”
Your cries grew weaker. Blood pooled around you, staining the cold floor. The pain blurred everything — only his voice remained, a broken lullaby.
Your hand reached up, grabbing his wrist weakly.
“Dae-ho… why…”
His breathing was ragged. A tear rolled down his cheek, but the blade kept moving. Another plunge — right between your ribs.
“I promised,” he whispered, trembling.
“I promised I’d never let them take you.”
And so he didn’t.
The final stab was deep, sinking into your heart.
Your fingers slipped from his wrist. The world dimmed. The sounds faded. His face was the last thing you saw — a twisted mask of love, hate, grief, and madness.
When the light left your eyes, Dae-ho collapsed beside you, cradling your blood-soaked body in his arms, pressing his lips to your temple.
“They won’t touch you now,” he murmured.
Guards dragged your corpse away.
And Dae-ho?
He sat there in your blood, smiling through his tears, already lost long before the game took its toll.
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Jun‑hee
The game was simple, but merciless: Red Hands Reverse — two players face each other. One extends their hand; the other must choose whether to press or hold back. If you press when you shouldn’t, the other gouges your hand; if you hesitate when it’s allowed, you lose. A twisted test of trust—and I was paired with him.
His eyes—Jun‑hee's—had warmth when he first took my hand. “We’ll get through this,” he promised, voice gentle, fingers brushing mine. He seemed honest. He conveyed hope. In that shattered arena, I believed him.
But the rules turned the simple act of trust into a weapon.
Our turn came. He extended his hand first, and I pressed—allowed. A small pain lanced through my palm. We smiled at each other. Relief. Then he reversed roles. My turn to extend.
I held firm as the seconds dragged. But then, out of nowhere...
He pressed.
My breath caught as steel pressed against bone. He twisted. A sickening crack. I screamed, dropping to my knee. Warm blood spurted.
Jun‑hee’s face was calm, distant.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
I stared in disbelief. “Why—?”
He looked away, as if ashamed. But then—clear decision.
He pressed again.
A second crack. My hand useless, limp. I collapsed, blood pooling. Every movement tortured me: tendons tearing, nerves alight with agony.
“Jun‑hee, please…” I gasped.
He knelt, gripping my shoulders. His eyes—haunted. “I did what I had to.”
I coughed, tasting iron.
“My death... ensures yours.”
I knew. The game rules meant only one could win. He needed me broken. And I was.
Another press—my wrist shattered. I crumpled fully to the floor, lifeblood staining the concrete. Pain exploded. I could hear his breath, quick, ragged.
“Jun‑hee… you… promised,” I whispered, voice failing.
He knelt down beside me, gaze fixed on my broken hand, not on me. “You’ll survive,” he said softly, as if comforting a child. But his words rang hollow.
“Go,” I managed.
He hesitated, then stood. He turned away and walked toward the exit, leaving me bleeding, broken, abandoned. No look back.
The game ended with his victory.
My world closed in darkness, the last sight his retreating back framed in red light. His betrayal was worse than any blow. It was silent, intimate. A murder of trust.
Red Hands Reverse wasn’t just about survival. It was about twisting hope into a weapon, and in that cruel arena, he used it with precision.
I died there, bleeding and broken.
And Jun‑hee?
He walked out with clean hands—my blood on them, but free.
In that moment, I understood: in these games, trust kills.
And sometimes, the murderer is the one you held closest.
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Nam‑gyu
You closed your eyes, heart pounding, listening to the nursery rhyme’s tune echo through the dark alleyways —
“Hide, hide… don’t let your clothes… your hair betray you.”
Thirty minutes. If you found the exit before time ran out, you lived. He had a knife. Red ball. He was the seeker.
Nam‑gyu found you.
He cornered you in a small room painted like a dream: pastel murals, butterflies— the grotesque innocence mocking the dread inside you. You pressed your back against the wall, keys jangling in your pocket.
“Don’t scream,” he whispered, blade glinting under the dim streetlamp light spilling through painted windows.
Fear froze your voice.
He stepped forward, twirling the knife between his fingers, eyes wild.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he breathed.
You tried to hold your ground. “Nam‑gyu… please…”
He laughed, low and cruel.
He lunged.
You felt the blade slice your thigh — thin steel burning through flesh. You gasped, stumbling backward.
He pressed again — this time to your abdomen. Hot pain blossomed inside you, your fingers instinctively trying to press the wound closed.
You fell to your knees, tears streaming. “Stop… please…”
He knelt before you, face inches from yours. Blood smeared your thighs, dripping onto the painted floor. He held your gaze.
“Why?” you asked, voice trembling.
He pressed the knife deeper, grazing your ribs. Your breaths came in shuddering sobs.
“It’s the game,” he whispered. “Rules are rules.”
Another stab — this time your side, puncturing lung. You coughed, tasting iron.
He paused. A moment of silence — your blood pooling, your world fading.
He tilted his head, as though listening to the distant chaos — other seekers hunting. Then softly:
“You weren’t supposed to last this long.”
He pressed again, near your shoulder. Every thrust more deliberate, more intimate. You screamed, a ragged sound swallowed by the muralled walls.
Finally, he pulled the knife free. You collapsed backward, chest heaving, life slipping.
Nam‑gyu knelt, placing the blade on your chest. You stared up, tears blurring his wild eyes.
“Goodbye,” he said, voice hollow. Then he sliced downward — quick, merciless.
You crumpled completely, keys scattering. He stood, knife dripping.
He didn’t look at you again.
Outside, the siren called end of the round. Seekers regrouped. He rejoined them, blood on his hands, on his face. No remorse.
As guards dragged your body away, Nam‑gyu wiped the blade, glanced at you one last time — just once.
In that maze of painted dreams and nightmares, trust was dead.
He walked out as a victor.
You… did not.
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You trusted him.
Thanos (Choi Su-bong)
Against your better judgment.
In that place, no one made eye contact. No one shared anything. But he did. He looked at you. He shared. And for nights, sitting together in a filthy corner of the arena, you believed that Choi Su-bong — or as they called him there, Thanos — would be the exception.
He was brutal. A predator when it suited him. But with you… he smiled. And that was your mistake.
In this game, you had to cross a narrow field, light your torch, and return before time ran out. Only those who made it back with their flame still burning would survive.
Halfway through, a trap caught you — a rope snare around your ankle. You screamed, your leg yanked into the air, pain tearing through your joint.
“Help me!” you begged, seeing him just meters away, torch in hand.
He hesitated. For a moment, you saw conflict in his eyes. That wild, hardened gaze faltered.
“Please, Thanos… you promised.”
He stepped closer. You let out a breath, heart pounding, tears burning down your face.
“I’ll get you out of here,” he whispered.
But instead of untying the rope, he raised his knife.
Your heart stopped.
“Thanos… no… please, for God’s sake, don’t do this…”
“If I leave you, they’ll get me,” he muttered, his voice distant, eyes empty.
The first stab tore into your stomach. A dull thud, pain blooming seconds later. Blood spilled hot and fast, your body thrashing uselessly in the snare.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Another stab. Into your chest.
You sobbed, unable to scream.
“Please… stop…”
He drove the blade into your neck. A clean, practiced cut. Blood sprayed, splattering across his face. And only then did your eyes find his one last time. Empty. Like you’d never existed.
Your body sagged, limbs weak.
He crouched down, took the torch from your hand, and leaned close to your ear:
“If it were me, you’d do the same.”
Your eyes fluttered shut.
Thanos released the rope, letting your lifeless body crash to the dirt. He grabbed the lighter from your bag, relit his torch, and left without looking back.
Minutes later, while the cries of other dying players filled the air, Su-bong’s hands were clean, his torch burning steady, the blood already drying in the dirt.
The round ended.
Your name wasn’t called.
The game went on.
And Thanos, torch in hand, walked into the next arena — colder, dirtier, and utterly alone.
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mullermilkshake · 1 day ago
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Your phone dinged. A message from your husband.
Suguru: Had to bring up divorce. He wouldn't let it go, I think he might come to you. It’s worse than I thought. Do you need me?
Realising what Suguru predicted came true, you messaged back.
You: No, I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to my mom. I’ll call you after. It’ll be fine.
So, Satoru must have taken the bait Suguru planned on hooking him with. Get him riled up enough to take his mind off of the main objective. To get him away from you and Sakura for good.
Going to the police would do nothing about a donor father with no contract wanting to see his daughter, and a man who held no parental responsibility over Sakura wanting that no contact to hold water.
A long drawn out process with an almost guaranteed ending.
Satoru could win it.
Worse than he thought. What could that even mean? 
“Mom, can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, darling. What is it?” She held your daughter close, snuggling into her on the armchair while a movie played in the background.
“Something’s happened and I need you to play along if you can.” You set your phone down and sat forward with an air of seriousness you had to train yourself to keep up and maintain.
“Is Suguru alright- is he safe?”
You nodded. “He’s alright, it’s his friend. You remember Satoru?”
“I do.” She disapproved of him clearly, like she already knew. “What’s he done?”
“So, apparently he’s in love with me and he wants to be in Sakura’s life as her father. Not a donor.”
She tutted, sitting forward to grab the bottle from the side table to feed the baby. “I knew it- I just knew it. I saw the way he looked at you at the wedding, I should have said something then- I should have said something-“
“It’s fine, mom.”
“You all agreed that he would donate to bring this little angel into the world and that’s it, then he has his name on the birth certificate and all of a sudden he’s causing issues.”
Burying your head in your hand only emphasised how fucked up it all was, like you had some clarity with blinkers on. “I know. I never thought he’d do anything so hurtful to Suguru.”
You stood up in a test to calm her down while she fed Sakura, her face getting red with a quiet anger. “What do you need me to do, sweetheart?”
“Well, I think he’s coming over- before you say no, that’s why we need you to play along with it. He’s dangerous, mom. Suguru told me to be careful, we can’t go all hardheaded with this. He reckons we can manipulate him enough to get everything reversed. The birth certificate, his involvement- but we need to get his guard down first. So please just play along for now, happy smiles if you see him.”
“Fucking hell.” She swore under her breath, standing up with you and swaying side to side instinctively. “What happens then?”
“Suguru’s told him think we’re going through with divorce, Satoru tried making him think we wanted to run off together, that there’s some weird relationship between us when there isn’t-“ You never meant to gasp audibly, but you did.
The doorbell rang, followed by a frantic knocking. “It must be him. Mom, take her upstairs and keep away for now. Please, just do this for me, I won’t bring any more trouble to your door, I promise.”
She approached you and pinched your cheek like she always did when you were a child. “Baby, nothing you could do would be trouble. Call me if you need me and I’ll throw him out, okay?”
You believed every word of that too. Your mom was a powerhouse to be reckoned with when she, or her family were threatened. A mama bear of sorts that would crush the entire forest just to keep the house from falling down.
“Alright-coming!”
The door knocked again, your mom trudged upstairs with the baby and you waited until she was out of sight much to Satoru’s dismay. You knew it was him just by his silhouette.
“Can you be any louder? I have a sleeping baby.”
Satoru pushed past you and stepped into the hallway, looking around the house like he’d never been there before.
“He wants a divorce. Then we can be together, no sneakin’ around. A real couple.” The creep was smiling like it was good news.
Time to act. Ugh, fucking hell. 
“No, he said he’d consider it if we couldn’t work things out.” You slammed the door and stormed past him back to the living room. “I might end up losing this marriage because he thinks I cheated on him, Satoru. That is all your on actions. You did this to me, you’ve ruined my life. Suguru’s life .” 
He shrugged nonchalantly, disbelieving your words. “I haven’t ruined anything. I’m the one you should have been with in the first place- look at the beautiful baby we made together. We would already be on our second by now if you chose me. So why didn’t you?”
“What do you mean?” It clicked for you immediately.
Satoru was worse than Suguru thought. Utterly delusional.
You chose to ignore the second child comment, getting into it now feeling like a brood mare would shake your confidence to put Satoru into his self made trap. You trusted Suguru, you knew he relied on his gut.
'Trust your husband'. Your new mantra.
“You know what I mean.” His voice dropped an octave. 
“I’m not talking about Suguru’s fertility here, Satoru- what do you mean?”
Satoru’s movements were erratic, jittery until he came right to you, snatching your hand in his to slip your wedding band off.
“Stop that- give it back, Satoru!” 
You’d never taken it off, not since the day Suguru slid it right on your fingers during his vows.
“What I mean is, why did you choose him, when I was right there all along? We’re perfect for eachother, made for eachother. Look at how our fingers fit together.”
He laced his fingers with yours, your back pressed against the wall you hadn’t realised you were up against. You eyed the gold band between his thumb and index finger as though he'd toss it away down a drain or sink that you'd never get back.
“Satoru… give me my ring back.” 
Self preservation, yes. But your ring was off limits.
"You're getting' divorced, do you really still need this?" He said, dipping his head closer to you. "Tell me why."
“I do- I do need that. Give me my ring back and I’ll tell you.”
A stalemate. A staring competition.
Satoru never moved, he gave no indication he was even thinking about giving it back. You begrudged the intrusive thought that he might keep it and would never return it, he must have known Suguru had it engraved.
He held onto those rings at the ceremony.
“Fine.” He kept still, his tone a little sore. “Take it back, for now. But I want an answer.”
Once you slid the cool band back onto your finger, you watched it glisten in natural light, sitting in its rightful place.
What the hell do I say? 
“I fell in love with Suguru immediately. I never met you until a few months later. Though, if we met before, I honestly don’t know… but how you’re treating me right now, I’d say I made the right choice.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Satoru leaned in closer, his pine cologne meeting your nose that overpowered you.
“It means that you aren’t being the least bit nice to me. Quite frankly, you’re scaring me, and I don’t want to be around someone who does that.”
You tried to move, to get past him. Satoru blocked your way, gripping onto your shoulders and holding you in place like a petulant child.
“Fine.” The word, though most certainly a threat, growled in his throat. “I didn’t want to tell you this, because I knew it would hurt you. But I can’t see any reason to keep this away from you anymore…"
"What do you mean?" You regretted asking that.
"When I tell you this, you'll understand that what I'm doing right now isn't hurting you. I'm just trying to make you realised what good we can have if you weren't so stubborn." Satoru dragged his hand down his face and looked away for a brief second. "Suguru cheated on you.”
“N-No... What?”
It was almost believable, you nearly took that bait hook line and sinker. ‘He might try anything to get you on side. Don’t fall for it. Whatever he might say, we can talk it over when you’re home. But take everything he says with a pinch of salt.’ Suguru said this morning before you left.
Satoru planned for this.
“Y’know when he said he was on business last year to attend that convention for the weekend, while you were pregnant? He was with his secretary, he didn’t even attend it that weekend.”
Manami, so believable too. She was pretty, young and had a tendency to dress in skirts a little two short. But she was the most loyal member of Suguru’s staff he had.
She was your bridesmaid for fuck’s sake.
She was also at the office during that time. 
How did you know that? Because you had lunch with her on the Saturday and video called Suguru the night before. You remembered the layout of the hotel room by memory and saw the vast amount of photos on social media of that convention, Suguru went through each one with you, he’d just landed a big client.
Satoru’s words were bullshit.
Still, you played your part. “He wouldn’t do that. Suguru wouldn’t do that to me, just like I wouldn’t do that to him either.”
“Hate to break it to ya, baby. But he did. You wanna change your answer now?”
“I just-“
He walked you back again until you were flat against the wall. “I’m faithful, reliable and I would never hurt you or our daughter. Our daughter. I’ll always be there for you. I mean, where is Suguru right now? He’s not exactly trying to win your affection now, is he?”
“Suguru is… Satoru, just drop it- I want to fix this. You aren’t helping! Get off of me, I want you to go.”
Satoru shook his head, determined to stay. “I won’t stop loving you, I can’t stop this. I want us to be a family and I’ll fight for it if need be. Once suguru is out of the picture we can be together. I want you to give me a chance, at least. And I’ll show you how good I am for you.”
You were utterly speechless. “Satoru…”
“From the minute I realised I wanted you to be mine, I knew I wouldn’t stop until you were.” He pulled your hand to his chest like before, his heart thumping into the palm of your hand. “We have a baby together, we’re in it until she’s eighteen at least so we might as well try, can’t you give me that much? Let Suguru go through with the divorce and let me show you how perfect we are for each other.”
Eighteen years entangled with him. No fucking way. 
You wanted Satoru out of the picture as quickly as humanly possible. Suguru wanted the same. Just how messed up was it going to get, trying to remove a madman from a situation he’d latched himself into like a bloodsucking leech?
Sakura’s cries could be heard from downstairs, you picked up on it immediately, as did Satoru.
“I wanna see her.”
“My mom’s seeing to her, leave her alone and just go, Satoru. Please.” 
“Nah, I’ll see her now, then I’ll go. You have a lot to think about.” He took off up the stairs, heading straight to your mom’s room.
“Hey there, I’m satoru, I don’t know if you remember me. I was the best man at your daughter’s wedding.” Satoru was almost too pleasant.
“Oh yes.” When you reached the bedroom, your mom was offering her sweetest smile. “I remember you, you’re the one who donated so that my daughter could have this little bundle of joy. I can see the resemblance.” 
While it was for show, you couldn’t help but sit in the helplessness of your mothers positivity. she grinned and rocked the baby in her chair, slotting her little finger into Sakura’s hand.
“Yeah, I’m so glad I could help bring her into the world.” Satoru bent down to get closer.
“Must be nice being an uncle to such a sweet baby.”
Oof. There was the dig.
“Yeah.” Satoru saw it as such too by how he turned to you with a lidded glare. “It’s great to still be in her life the way that I am. I’m so greatful your daughter is so understanding and willing to compromise on how Sakura’s raised.”
You shouldn’t have been on edge with your mom here. So why was your heart hammering in your throat? Just what could he do to ruin you, to ruin the family you tried so hard for?
“Mom, Satoru just happened to be in the neighbourhood, he was about to leave actually.”
In other words, ‘Get the fuck out of this house.’ 
“Yeah.” Satoru stood up and awkwardly waved your mother off. “I gotta be goin’, I have lots of big things coming up with work and other stuff. I can’t stay long.”
In his own indirect words, ‘Watch it.’ 
“I’ll show him out, and we’ll get ready for that walk. I’m sure Sakura could do with the fresh air.”
You led Satoru down without another word, yanking open the front door to let him pass. He did something you hoped he wouldn’t.
Satoru held your hips, walked you backwards against the front door and stopped short of your lips by an inch, two at most.
“Don’t keep her away from me. I’ll do everything I can to make sure we end up together. I’ll see to it that divorce goes through if need be, and you and I can make a go of it… don’t make things difficult.” 
He left without another word, another glance. Nothing
You heaved into your hands before you hyperventilated in the doorway, scrambling over for your phone to call your husband.
He was worse than you thought.
He was far more invested than you hoped.
He was more attached than you could have imagined.
He was deranged.
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unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert
"you're on your level too... tryna do what lovers do..." eren x black!fem x armin
warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex, cheating, language, drinking, smoking
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now, two weeks passed since you saw armin... and got back straight with eren.
it was like he was a brand new person. buying you more things, telling you where hes going and who hes with, y'know, the bare minimum according to him.
but for some odd reason, you couldn't shake the thought of armin.
maybe because you were tipsy right now, leaning against erens arm as he cracked jokes with the rest of the group, or If it was because of something else.
but whatever the reason was, you couldn't keep your eye off the boy.
ever since the second night you spent with him, not to mention the first, you haven't talked to him, but lord knows you wanted to.
but you have a boyfriend. who cares about whatever relationship they have going on, right?
you looked away from armin and back to your cup as you felt erens arm hold you closer.
"hell naw connie, tell em bout the girl you fucked last night!" ony laughed, making all the boys in the group laugh. sasha rolled her eyes with a frown, "dont nobody wanna hear bout that shit but y'all nasty asses."
jean nudged connies arm. "she mad 'cus niccolo cant beat it up right." he muttered, just enough for her to hear.
connie bursted into a fit of laughter, pointing at sasha as she held her middle finger up. "fuck you, jean. when's the last time you had pussy?"
as jean went quiet, everyone started to laugh again, him waving everyone off. "what fuckin ever." he snatched the blunt from connie and hit it, sitting back.
you shook your head, sighing and getting off of eren. "im goin to the bathroom, ill be back in a minute." you said, patting his shoulder as he watched you walk towards the stairs of the house, eventually losing you in the big crowd of people that danced around and drunk.
you made your way to the bathrooms, rolling your eyes as you pushed past everyone upstairs to make it there.
"just for a fuckin bathroom..." you mumbled to yourself, huffing and closing the door behind you.
you checked yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and lashes.
you hopped on the counter and pulled out your phone, checking your socials. truth is, you didn't even wanna be at the party you were at. reason being it was boring, and you really only went to make sure eren didn't fuck around.
yeah, maybe he fucked you senseless and then bought you gifts and took you shopping, but what did that truly prove?
you didn't 100% believe him, I mean, its eren. as much as you wanted to, you didn't let yourself go out like that.
and you knew you were probably just another idiot to him and his friends, but if you didn't trust him 100%, you cant be too much of an idiot.
yeah, you wore the necklace–your dream necklace–he gave you the day after you had sex that one night, twirling the jewel between your fingers. you also looked at your freshly done nails and toes, softly kicking your feet off the counter, but you didn't trust him.
he probably does the same thing for his side bitches.
whatever, a knock on the door disturbed your thought process anyways. you glanced at the door and looked back at your phone. "occupied." you said, unbothered by the knocking.
until it became constant. you frowned, reaching over to the door as you stayed on the counter. you unlocked it and opened it, "didn't I say- oh?" your brows raised at the sight of armin.
"you aint even doin shit in here." armin shook his head, closing the door as he let himself in. he locked it behind him and leaned on the wall in front fo you.
you were kind of at loss for words, putting your phone down beside you and resting your hands on both sides of you. "and that gave you a reason to disturb me."
armin hummed for a while before shrugging his shoulders, looking at his phone. "its boring down there."
you tilt your head. "and you think it aint gon be boring in here?" you questioned, making armin look up at you from his phone.
"nah. cus we got sum to talk about."
you already knew where this was going, and you honestly didn't have the energy to explain yourself. "you think I ghosted you?"
armin sucked in air through his teeth and stepped closer to you, putting his phone on top of yours. "what else would you call it?"
you shrugged. "contemplating."
"on?" he raised a brow.
you shifted, resting your body. "textin you."
"or?"
you looked up to the ceiling as if you were thinking before looking back at armin, up and down. "being loyal to my man."
armins brows raised again and he took a step back. "oh, Ian realize yall was back cool. from the awkward ass way you laid on him, seemed like it was just a act for the group." he held his hands up, making you laugh a little.
"what you want, armin?" you leaned forward just the slightest. armins tongue ran around his bottom lip slowly, but he just shrugged.
"you to want me."
you stayed quiet for a minute, examining his face. he did the same with you.
you held your hands out and he grabbed them. you pulled him in closer, and somehow, his hands found their way around your waist. then hips, then onto your thighs, massaging them softly.
"Ion know if I want you." you looked you at armin with your hands on his arms. he only looked at your lips, leaning down to nuzzle his head on your neck, planting soft kisses with a "hmm?"
your arms moved to his neck, wrapping around him as he pulled you closer. "like... I like you. you let out a breath at the feeling of him softly suck your neck. "but I cant say I want you."
he listened to you, but he yearned for your body so bad for what felt like so long, he honestly didn't pay any attention to the words you said. not too much anyways.
"you know how much I missed you since we saw each other?" he kissed your neck again, pulling away to meet your eyes. you shook your head, looking deeply into his. "not as much as I missed you."
you felt his hands trail to the bottom of your dress, which was already riding up your thigh.
"you really think that?"
you broke eye contact with armin and looked at his chest. honestly, you thought he'd be mad at you for the sudden disappearance.
but he was such a calm person.
way different from eren.
"look." he whispered. you looked back up at him and he grabbed your face, kissing you on the lips. you couldn't help but kiss him back, moving your arms from around his neck and using your hands to softly tug at his belt buckle.
armin broke the kiss to look down at your hand, and back up at you.
you gave him those innocent, dollish eyes.
he could see right through you though, from the small moments you both had together, he knows what type of girl you are.
and he loved it.
so much that he didn't even wanna fuck you. so he moved your hand, intertwining your fingers together and raising your dress just to your lower stomach.
"you always got the prettiest underwear on." he moved you back to where your back was against the mirror.
you giggled at his statement, causing him to smile.
armin let go of your hand and put his hands on the back of both of your knees, raising and spreading your legs so that your feet were on the edge of the counter.
"so pretty." he muttered, grabbing at your panties and raising them up your thighs and down your legs. he tucked them in the side of his pants to avoid having to sit them on the counter, and leaned towards you, giving you a quick kiss before making his way back down between your legs.
you didn't even say anything. you didn't know what to say. everything was happening so slowly but so quick.
armin licked his lips, spreading your thighs apart a little more before leaning down, dragging his tongue up your slit.
you let out a soft breath, heart racing. but for what?
he put all his focus on pleasuring you, softly gripping at your thighs as he glided his tongue in small O's on your clit.
you bit your lip, brows furrowed. you missed armin more than anything you could think about, if you could even think about anything in that moment.
as he moved his hand from your thigh to your clit, he pulled away.
his eyes were fixed on your pussy, using his thumb to coat it with your slick, if not only his saliva.
he slipped his middle finger smoothly in, causing you to arch your back with a twitch of your legs. "armin..."
"I know." he whispered, gliding his tongue softly around your clit again, slipping his ring finger again with his middle finger.
he softly sucked at your clit, transitioning from licking and sucking every now and then. your soft moans were like music to his ears, and he'd been waiting for that moment since you last fucked.
armins eyes flicked up to you as your hands tangled in his hair, one of his eyes thinning from the grip you had. but he didn't stop you. oh, he would never.
you looked down into his eyes, biting your lip to suppress as many moans as you could. but when his fingers started to curl and hit your sweet spot quicker than it did before, you couldn't help yourself.
"armin... fuck, armin.." your thighs tightened around his face, and he closed his eyes. you did too, resting your head back against the mirror as you reached your climax.
the warmth and flicks of his tongue didn't make it any better as you let his head go and gripped the counter, your whole body twitching and your legs opening and closing as you throbbed uncontrollably against his mouth.
armin pulled away, watching your face as you breathed heavily, eyes opening just to look at him.
armin gave one more kiss to your clit before pulling your panties out of the side of his pants and helping you put them back on. you stayed quiet as he helped you off the counter and fixed your dress for you.
you only looked at him, taking in his features.
his hair was messier from your hands, and his lips glistened the slightest from his tongue licking them.
as armin looked from your dress back to you, his head tilt a little.
"what's wrong?"
nothing. nothing at all.
you looked away from armin and shook your head, getting back on the counter, exhaling.
"nothing."
armin scanned your face for a few seconds, noticing how you looked away from him. "you know im not mad at you. you got a boyfriend, dont think I blame you." he ran his hand up and down your thigh.
you looked at armin. you didn't say anything, but he could tell from your eyes, you were reassured from his words.
armin tried to keep from the temptation, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as his chin rested on your shoulder. he looked at himself in the mirror.
he knows hes wrong for doing what he did and what hes doing, but god, you're all hes ever wanted in a girl.
you felt his soft breaths down your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace.
you closed tour eyes, his scent, his warmth, you haven't felt it in what seems like so long.
you hated yourself for thinking it, but in that moment, armin was exactly how you wanted eren to be. he was caring, and especially sentimental.
its not that eren didn't care about you, or didn't have feelings, but it seemed like whenever he reassured you about something, like the cheating situation, he was forcing it in fear that you'd leave him.
and the fucking right after just proves your point more.
"ion wanna leave you right now." armin sighed, pulling away, but surely keeping your hand in his. you held one of his with both of yours and looked at his phone. "but we been here for some minutes. you can go first, ima be back later on."
you pushed yourself off the counter, turning to look in the mirror.
armin put his hands in his pants pocket, looking at the way you fixed yourself through the mirror. a small, quick smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you fixed your dress once again.
you then turned to face him, smiling softly. you didn't say a word, but when you cupped his face and gave him a kiss, thats all he needed.
because believe it or not, you flustered him more than anything.
with his hands still In his pockets, he watched as you exited the bathroom, and as the door clicked, he exhaled, turning to the mirror and taking his hands from his pockets to fix his hair.
as you sat back down beside eren, he flung his arm around you.
"damn what took so long?" he pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss on your cheek.
you gave eren a smile and playfully wiped his kiss. "I was distracted on my phone." you crossed your legs towards him.
eren looked at you for a few seconds before focusing back on his phone.
a few minutes later, armin came back downstairs, wiping his hands on his shirt. eren looked up at him from his phone, "where you been?"
connie looked at armin, smirking. "prolly gettin pussy." he said, making everyone laugh. armin shook his head, sitting down and grabbing one of his drinks, sipping from it.
you only looked down at your phone, avoiding any eye contact with armin.
connie looked at you and then armin, and then eren, who looked directly at armin. seemingly confused, he then looked at connie, who looked down as soon as they locked eyes.
"fuck?" eren whispered under his breath. with the sound of jean and ony chattering, along with sashas laughter, you could barely hear what he said. but before you could ask, sasha grabbed your hand, standing you up.
"y/n and mikasa, wanna go drink?" she said, widening her eyes at mikasa a little.
mikasa stood up and sasha grabbed her hand, dragging both of you to the kitchen, where mostly all the drinks were.
when she finally made it, she let you both go, leaning against the counter no one was near before turning on her heels towards you.
"okay. what happened?"
you knew what she was referring to, and you reached in one of the coolers to grab a drink. "we aint do nothing, he just... ate it." you mumbled casually with a shrug.
"okay. lemme tell you now, as soon as armin left after you, eren looked suspicious as hell." mikasa said in a warning tone. sasha nodded along quickly. "girl yes, like it might just be cus he drunk, but he had that 'what the fuck?' face."
your head went back and forth to and from both of them as they frantically described the expression eren had, you quickly waved your hands, sitting your drink on the counter.
"wait, wait, wait. so he was confused." you tilt your head towards them and they both nodded. you hummed, looking at the floor to think.
while sasha and mikasa watched you twist at your necklace and stare at the floor, you suddenly heard erens name on the left of you, causing your head to snap up. so faint, you weren't sure it was his name, until someone said "eren yeager?"
that ultimately caught mikasa and sashas attention, causing them to scan the kitchen for whoever said it.
there she was. a girl with blonde hair, around a group of her friends.
"yeah, eren yeager. over there." you saw her point erens way.
"you goin over there?" one of her tall friends with brown hair asked. "dont he got a girlfriend?"
you looked at the girl as best as you could, due to all the passers by and people blocking your view, you could barely see her face. but, when you finally did, you knew exactly who she was.
"bitch, is that historia?" mikasa squinted.
the girl then smiled at her friend, shrugging her shoulders and pulling out her phone to fix her hair. "you don't think I know that? now move." she giggled as she playfully pushed her friend out the way and started walking towards where eren sat.
you felt like your eyes were deceiving you. like your mind played tricks on you, but it couldn't be because mikasa and sasha slowly turned their heads back towards you, just as you did them.
"no way we just witnessed that shit." sasha turned with her hand on her hip, watching as historia went over to eren, standing behind the couch he sat on.
a part of you wanted to go over there, just to see what she'd do, and what the fuck they had going on if they had anything.
another part of you just wanted to watch. cross your arms, lean back on the counter and watch what his reaction would be when she went towards him.
because not only was she someone who got around with boys, and a lot of boys.
she was eren's ex.
you watched her quietly, your head tilting and moving different ways from everyone that blocked your view every now and then.
she went over there just as happy, cheesing and smiling, touching his arm, a bunch of flirting shit. and he was letting it happen. you didn't know what she was saying, but you saw the rest of the group looking around, you'd assume they were trying to make sure you weren't around.
though, you didn't wanna assume anything.
surely eren cant be flirting back.
you thought that, before you saw him stand up and start to walk towards the stairs.
she followed right behind him.
you don't trust him. you told yourself that. so why's your heart pounding? mikasa and sasha, who watched the whole thing, looked back towards you.
"you gotta step up." mikasa shook her head in disappointment, looking at the expression on your face.
you loved eren, truly. but he was such a bitch, and he wasn't good for you. you're not stupid, you know this. so why sit there and let what just happened happen?
the only person you could think about when mikasa said what she said, was armin.
"so what you want me to do?" you looked at her. "I cheated first."
mikasa rolled her eyes and looked to the side before looking back at you. "girl dont be fuckin stupid. you don't gotta take shit from eren."
sasha watched as mikasa mildly scolded you. you looked at sasha, then back at mikasa. "so, what?"
mikasa gave you an 'are you serious?' type of look.
"break up with em."
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prinzessinpluto · 17 hours ago
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Please give the fandom your take on Hongjoong!! Especially if you see him as not as fragile as I see him ( bc I don't want to worry over him lol). Please. I beg. If you would.
You gave me a free pass to ramble about Hongjoong and i fucking ran with it, so i hope you enjoy a whole lot of whatever the hell this turned out to be. Reading it back, I don't know if this answered your question at all, but I had a lot of thought writing it, so thanks again, for asking <3
once again, a warning: this is over 1,000 words long. No, I do not have very many friends and I don't know why you would even bring that up when you can barely even tell ahaha
The first thing i think of when I think of Hongjoong is his passion and compassion. He’s the reason I paid any attention to Ateez at all back when they debuted—I was starting to get into Stray Kids at the time and that took a lot of my brain capacity but as I remember, you really couldn’t take two steps on the kpop internet without someone talking about “the short one with the crazy eyes and manic giggle” (paraphrasing), so I watched an interview (or twenty) and he HIT me with this “even if you stop being an atiny, if you hear [his] name again you can remember you were happy and you were loved by [him]” (again, paraphrasing, this was a long time ago) and that has stuck with me since then. “If you hear my name, I hope you will remember you were loved by me” what a crazy fucking thing to say. Not just “remember all the good times” but “You were loved”. Just shoot me next time, it’ll hurt less.  
I know you’ve mentioned this as well, but he really is a very emotional person and that might be why he seems so fragile, but in my eyes vulnerability like this takes a lot of courage and he seems to have a good idea of how to handle himself. Music, for starters is a fantastic way to process emotions, that’s why he’s so good at it. Not just on a technical level but kind of instinctually. He would give the most specific but eerily on point song recommendations that make you wonder if he’s secretly living in your mind, I would stake my life on this. It’s in the way he talks about music and making music, that man knows what he’s talking about because knowing music is like knowing himself. 
In terms of his (potential) loneliness, honestly that might just be a “he just works like that” thing. Also, possibly Neurodivergency of some kind. All I can really say about this is that I work in the same way when it comes to friendships; I have a very small number of friends (honest to god can’t think of a time when I ever regularly talked to more than two people at a time, my family not included) but I’m very emotionally invested in these relationships, to the point that it’s bordering on codependence, and from what I heard that can be (can be, it’s not a Symptom, I’m not a doctor, do not quote me on this, Random Internet User!!) a ND Thing. Again, not a Symptom but a pattern. 
He also might straight up (lol) just be in love with Seonghwa, at this point it wouldn’t surprise me. This type of “incredibly, almost questionably close “friend” that you may or may not be in love with, who knows, the feelings are too big to describe in terms of romantic or platonic” is, dare I say, a common occurrence amongst queer people. Might be because in the Venn diagram of “people like me” (friends) and “people I'm attracted to” (romantic partners) there is a lot of overlap between those two circles. 
Having typed this all out, I’m realizing I’ve basically just confirmed what you said (“Hongjoong seems to generally be both extremely solitary and hypersensitive to me”, yes i am directly quoting you here, it’s a sign of respect where I'm from (yap-city)), but the key difference in perspective is that I don’t perceive this as a “weakness” because he is so good at using this sensitivity to his advantage. Being vulnerable isn’t too much of a problem if you’re surrounded by people who care about you and since he does have this kind of support and he works in a field where authenticity and passion pays off and is encouraged (talking about making art in general, not the kpop industry that works a little different, I fear), he can afford to share these thoughts with the world.  
He has the confidence to back it up and stand by everything he’s saying and that makes it hard for someone who tries to use his words against him. Also, generally, a person who’s trying to argue that “you should hide your feelings more” really isn’t anyone worth talking to, in my opinion. And I’d wager Hongjoong would agree with me on that. I don’t think he’s in any danger to get hurt by random people hating on him, simply because he doesn’t care about their opinions enough to pay much attention to them. 
If you think about how good he is at navigating social currents (little pirate captain pun, couldn’t resist hashtag sorry not sorry) and how quick-witted he is, he does have the means to defend himself, and fiercely, too. He might not feel the need to do this to atiny (because why would he, the guy is more parasocial than us, half the time) but if anyone ever tried to come for his loved ones, he will kill first, ask questions never. You try and think a bad word about Seonghwa in his presence and see how well he can fight.  
ALL THIS TO SAY, you might just not be used to seeing an Idol be so vulnerable but to me, the fact that he’s sharing this at all is a sign that he knows very well how to deal with his emotions. As a fellow Sensitive Person (fun fact, him and I have the same MBTI so if you subscribe to the idea that there are only 16 types of personalities in this world, we are basically the same person) I would rather die than cry in front of a stadium full of people because I do not have the self-assuredness not be ashamed of (the intensity of) my emotions, that’s what makes him so admirable to me. 
I would throw hands to defend my friends (and seonghwa), tho. And write songs about how much I love them and how I think they are my soulmates. Maybe that’s why this got so out of hand. 
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vegaseatsass · 2 days ago
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Hey friend! Loving all your revenged love posts and tags on gifset, you have such a good read of the characters and plot!
I was wondering if you wanted to talk some more about Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng attraction over the good boys being such gremlin manipulators. You've said it a bunch across posts, but it's been two days since ep 7 and 8.
Do you have additional thoughts? Because I got one would love to read whatever thesis you are cooking up.
I wish I had the ability to put all four of them under a microscope to figure out what the hell is their problem, but it's also such fun watching them be so disfunctional.
Also I haven't read the novel but I'm itching for Guo Chengyu and XiaoShuai plot to start. I need to see them both con each other into a corner, hurt each other then fix themselves. Pretty please 🥺.
So um... What do you want to discuss?
Hello!!! Thank you for enjoying my Revenged Love rambling, I am so grateful that we're all in the snakeboy stew together!! I would loveeee to discuss Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu and their attraction to sweet-looking men who play games with their hearts and minds. I think there's a lot going on there and some of it is mirrored in both of them and some of it is distinct.
Like, both of them are to some extent bored predators in their sexual exploits, especially for the past 6 years. Instead of fixing what went completely wrong between them, they've been using meaningless sex with other people as a fucked up currency for rivalry/connection. Chengyu's attitude towards snakes as described by Xiaoshuai in episode 8 I feel is, in some ways, Chi Cheng & Chengyu's shared attitude to sexual partners: whoever they fuck is just there for the ChiGuo PVP battles that Chengyu always loses, and for Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu's predatory, selfish, unaccountable pleasure, but not for connection and meaning or humanity in their own right. I def have soooo many questions about Guo Chengyu's side of it and whether he did originally try to fill that void with real relationships before he acclimated to the idea that any boy he kisses or dates was getting passed to Chi Cheng like money towards his debt, OR if he set out to "fix" things by arranging this dynamic for them in the first place, lmao. Either way, it's really obvious to me that Chi Cheng on the other hand has been Dead Inside since Wang Shuo, chasing his pleasure mindlessly without questioning how completely empty and pointless it all feels - or how many people he hurts in the process, because he just does not fucking care anymore.
So tl;dr but I think one of the most fundamental answers to why they're into Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai making things incredibly fucking hard for them, is "boredom" lol. Predators who mindlessly catch and eat prey and there's no thrill of the chase anymore, coming up against men who actually play with them right back.
This is kind of what Wu Suowei clocked about Guo Chengyu the first time he watched him with Dr. Jiang, which prompted his request for mentorship: that making things hard/confusing for men like this is how to keep their interest. Once you hook them with the thrill of the chase, you force them to actually pay attention to you and want to know you, which is more than could be said for what either of them was doing with their partners for the past six years.
I think there's more to it than that though!! We know Chi Cheng is a snake lover to his core and that's one of my favorite elements of this relationship. Chi Cheng genuinely, earnestly loves what makes snakes snakes. I am no expert on snakes or what makes a snake lover so delighted by them, but the danger, the ability to shed their skin (thinking of how many transformations Wu Suowei goes through in those first few episodes, showing up with glasses and a new side part to take Chi Cheng to piano concerts he's visibly bored by), the coldbloodedness and apparent indifference even as they wrap themselves around you (to strike), and the overall inscrutability are all pretty essential Snake Traits that are also Wu Suowei Traits. Imo, discovering a human can interest and delight him the same way snakes do has turned Chi Cheng's entire world on its head.
Guo Chengyu, meanwhile, sees snakes as snakes. A means to an end. Pawns for trade and battle with Chi Cheng. He does not love them with the depth of enthusiasm that Chi Cheng does. I'm not even clear on if he likes them at all or if this is just one more hobby he's adopted to stay close to Chi Cheng without addressing anything real.
But there's something in that which I think taps into the inner conflict he's going to have with Jiang Xiaoshuai as well! He is so drawn to him from their first meeting, so immediately attached to being coldly rejected and shut down by this guy, and I think that's sincere. But the way Guo Chengyu EXPLAINS it to himself is, "wow imagine him treating Chi Cheng this way. OH I would like to see it". SOBS like he is so completely acclimated to his fucked up status quo with Chi Cheng that when he meets someone fun and interesting and hot he can only explain that feeling to himself as a desire to pick a boy who, when he passes him to Chi Cheng, will make things fun and interesting hot to observe from the outside.
So like for Guo Chengyu I think some of this is realizing that his snakeboy is not just a snake, a piece of currency he can pass to Chi Cheng as easily as he passed that snake to Jiang Xiaoshuai when he asked. Some part of him is already realizing this for sure - his reaction in his confrontation with Wu Suowei is such a tell:
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But since he followed that up with more manipulation lmao, he definitely still has work to do acknowledging his feelings for Xiaoshuai as his own, and decoupling how he proceeds from whatever he's up to in his long game with Chi Cheng.
But if he's not a Real Snake Fan (can't even name 10 of their albums!) in the first place, what IS it about Jiang Xiaoshuai that is so immediately appealing to him?
I definitely have been assuming that first surge of interest in the doctor when their first, like, 10 interactions were Xiaoshuai shutting him down, ruthlessly, are in part transference from how Chi Cheng treats him that he's started to crave. Chi Cheng continually rejects him and refuses to admit that Chengyu still matters to him, but doesn't cut him out of his life completely and lets him stay by his side as long as it's in their insane dance of snake battles and boy trading. So I have always believed he's so used to that as his closest relationship that the idea of using his wits and wiles to pursue a hot guy who treats him coldly and ruthlessly appeals to same part of him that keeps chasing Chi Cheng - like if he can win over Jiang Xiaoshuai, it will soothe the part of him that has failed to win back his best friend lol.
And being around snakes and snakey people also helps Chengyu feel close to Chi Cheng in general, so there's that aspect of transference too. But I also think that while Jiang Xiaoshuai is incredibly cold to him at first, and honestly more closed off and callous than he presents himself - like he has this warm doctor facade and he's ALWAYS helping people, but he does it without letting his own heart get exposed at all; he is absolutely emotionally shut down behind the gentle mask - there is a real underlying sweetness that Chengyu is instinctively drawn to and eager to draw out. Because, you know. He's a Fake Snake Fan and what he really longs for is connection. Of course, he only knows how to chase that connection in his own predatory, serpentine way, but I think he won't be satisfied til he gets to the warmbloodedness beneath Jiang Xiaoshuai's icy chill. Whereas Chi Cheng just likes everything he sees of Wu Suowei, fullstop, and can connect to him deeply and fully AS a snakeboy. The reward of having this snakeboy warm to him and choose him is like the reward of Xiaocubao Choosing him, but he doesn't need the snake to love him to love the snake (even if he desperately, desperately wants it to).
I hope that made some sense, it is as usual SO VERY NEEDLESSLY LONG but yeah I would love to put the four of these men under a microscope and study them too, I cannot get enough!!!
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camellcat · 5 months ago
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idk how interested y'all would be but seeing as I am constantly trying to rec things I thought it'd be easier if I just put everything in one place, soooo. here's a spreadsheet I've been working on lately! 90% is spuffy so for the most part y'all should have a good time here. if you're bored and looking for something to read, here you shall find lots and lots and lots of fun stuff to go through x)
feel free to share with me even more fics ofc! doesn't even have to be spuffy, though I'd probably prefer it. I'm always looking for something new to read and would love to continue adding onto the list
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pamrak · 3 months ago
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well... that was certainly an episode
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rubra-wav · 1 year ago
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Bro pls if I start brainrot level simping for Pentious too, that would be such a funny pipeline 💀
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crossbackpoke-check · 12 days ago
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philadelphia where love goes to…..be reborn?? crazy stuff happening here!!
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yeah you know what, that narrative makes sense, continue 🤝 philly
#danny b said by GOD i’m breaking all the curses.#and the hits keep coming and they don’t stop coming and they don’t stop coming and they don’t stop—#very nearly just sent this with two pictures of flat fuck tk and flat fuck pat and said#imagine that like the slamming noise at the start of hollaback girl okay. this is how your message reaches me.#the woman was too stunned to speak. a second reunion has hit the towers mr. president. yeah THIS one will break the time loop.#LIKE WHEN YOUR EDITOR GIVES IT BACK TO YOU AND SAYS THAT’S A LITTLE HEAVY HANDED DON’T YOU THINK BUT IT’S NOT IT’S REAL LIFEEE#anybody else got a meme i can throw at the situation. i am genuinely speechless i don’t know what to say#liv in the replies#i also love that you came to tell me i love y’all. were you here for the danny b gm discovery. i have the best anons in the world 🥰😭#please check back in about three to five business days. i have had that Trevor rich tennis boy post percolating for like weeks now and !???#there’s too many threads!!! the narrative is all tangled!!! i don’t even know where to pull!!!! am i finally gonna have to read all#the post jdtz trade fic i was like no too tender about!!! probably after all the tender nopat trade fic!!! and then read the makeit_takeit#tknopat realizations BECAUSE of the jdtz trade fic!! AND hyggles’ jeff/mike jdtz fic!!!! rpf summer indeed. what are we doing.#also someone somewhere has done SO much better on all the wordplay with the philly city of brotherly love thing & i wish i could find it 😭#it’s very witty and has to do with all the ships and the fact that philly has generational ships. widely acknowledged.#if we don’t get so much fic out of this… the jeff curse narrative. danny b is in timeloop hell but it’s moving for everyone else and he has#to fix their narratives and put them all back together again and in love. every possible variation of came back wrong and starcrossed jdtz#how do i know where to begin!! the curse of the x8s!! wailing throwing up etc etc. putting my face in a pillow & screaming till i pass out.#do you think everybody is looking at philly and danny b and saying @god i see what you’ve done for others. LIKE WE HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO#THE CATACLYSMIC DUCKS MELTDOWN I WAS *GONNA* HAVE ABOUT CHRIS KREIDER YET because the rangers are imploding but i was like well. i guess#jacob trouba is there. and in the process of writing that tag i went haha z and kreids are friends bc of shoulder check but Z’S NOT THERE!!#if i think about ej i’d come play as part of the ice crew for too long i’ll cry just let him raise horses in montana with jokic it’s fine#like somewhere here there is an absolutely (incomprehensible arm waving and shrieking) narrative with like. reincarnation or perhaps time#loops or some kind of sentient city of philly trying over and over again with different people like an omniscient second narrator until#they get it right and maybe at the end you find out that the omniscient deity WAS GRITTY (that was not what i was going to say at all)#(jamie drysdale is afraid of gritty though) i was going to say like. you could do the danny getting everyone together in a row with the#final key being getting claude back OR a jeff/mike start OR where I was originally trying to go is that your omniscient second that is the#‘voice of the city’ slash and or the voice of the reader as the observer eventually switches to limited third bc the narrator is revealed#to actually be in the story (which is where i was like one of the love stories? original thought was claude. involve gritty somehow?)#love is stored in the greased up lamp posts or whatever they say. go birds
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hauntedkeys · 10 months ago
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Im trying to figure out if I’m trying to figure out if I’m obsessing over Lost Boys because I’m finally working through my religious trauma or if I’m finally working through my religious trauma because I’m obsessing over Lost Boys
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paimt · 11 months ago
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woag. vibeo game?
(very rough still)
(but now theres more colours)
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storm-of-feathers · 1 year ago
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i was like 5 hours away from finishing the beverly hillbillies video and now its gone forever ;-;
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edelgards · 2 years ago
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ngl this exchange haunts me like the ghost that used to knock on my room in the middle of the night when i'm supposed to be alone upstairs
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ourstarsystem · 1 year ago
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i think beastars would've worked way better if the desire to eat the meat of herbivores by hunting them down and killing them wasn't inherent to all carnivores and wasn't this like... weird uncontrollable urge. as a story that muses on what would happen if an animal society with parallels to ours existed, its an interesting concept but it falls apart -really- fast when people attempt to compare it to the racial dynamics of our reality (the author heavily advises against this, but I think it's a significant issue if people continue to think of it this way regardless of her intent). and it also falls apart when considering something like harm reduction and rehabilitation. with the latter point i would chalk that up to an issue of execution and lack of understanding on the author's part
god this post is so much longer than I thought it'd be uhhh
carnivores viewing herbivores as a potential food source is something that's considered inherent to being a carnivore. Not the craving for meat or adequate sustenance, but viewing another sentient living being as food which i think is a significant difference. It's treated as a matter of fact within the text and isn't disputed in any real way. In fact, a lot of the really ... "questionable" (understatement) societal dynamics are presented as like. just being the way things are with characters accepting it without any real heavy objection to it in some instances (there is a specific story in beast complex I'm thinking about right now). Haven't even touched upon the gender bioessentialism but maybe I'll get to that in another post
There's a strange sort of Both Ways dynamic between carnivores and herbivores where herbivores have the significant disadvantage in physical strength but outnumber carnivores by a large margin. Herbivores are also significantly more represented in some career prospects while carnivores have to follow social rules to be as non-threatening as possible. (As a note female carnivores are presented as straight up not being as dangerous or aggressive as the male ones. and while there are ones that predated on herbivores they're portrayed as mentally unwell or manipulative, or in some cases their predation has a twinge of sexuality to it... male carnivores generally are portrayed with a bout maliciousness in their predator instincts until they receive treatment and "go back to normal")
Let me summarize what I think wouldve been far more interesting to consider: how punitive justice doesn't work to prevent crime and doesn't stop people from repeating crimes, how people who lack resources are driven to desperation and how that can enable them to commit violent acts, how oppression isn't born out of fear of the oppressed group but rather a means of seeking domination over the oppressed group.
I really hesitate to put carnivores in the role of an oppressed group and with what i can gather from beastars I'm starting to think that was avoided on purpose, but I'd have to reread it in order to give a better analysis
I think it'd be interesting overall if the issue was that carnivores aren't getting enough sustenance and in turn are quite malnourished. Maybe they didn't eat meat of herbivores but instead the meat of non-sentient fish, but that was viewed as a slippery slope that leads to eating herbivores. Stuff like synthetic meat or anything resembling meat (and like the manga, stuff like bugs not counting) was banned. So even though fish meat would be a worthwhile option to consider, it is still illegal due to moral views despite the illegality causing far more damage to society as a whole. This could Still be like, not ideal in a story sense I feel like but as beastars exist right now it's much more concerning
I've read the entire manga and yes I know fish meat was considered a solution at the end but the whole thing was so fuckin flimsy that it felt like a bandaid solution to the problems that were portrayed in the beginning
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