#i'm always happy to be out with my camera so none of that poisoned my rolls :) <3

[softerhaze]

softerhaze but make it irl 💌

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

you loved and cared for eddie munson when you were 12 , now he hates you.

wc-2300 ish

pt 2 to bully eddie

Hawkins High School was far from picturesque. In your humble opinion, you despised it. At the age of 12, you had high hopes for high school - thinking it would be your golden age, your stepping stone to greatness. However, from freshman year onwards, you were miserable. Eddie Munson, two years your senior, made sure of that. He flunked his senior year not once, but twice, leaving you as his target for six long years. Eddie, the dungeon master of the hellfire club, was no stranger to bullying himself, but he took pleasure in tormenting you, the shy girl at Hawkins High. It was a shame that not even Eddie Munson would befriend you - you must have been a terrible person to be around.

"Peppy, please just consider this," Nancy pleaded. "It's your senior year, and we only have two weeks left of school. That's 10 days, 10 whole days you can really cherish." Peppy was your nickname, given to you because of your love for Dr. Pepper. You always had a can in hand, and Nancy and Robin couldn't resist calling you that. Despite your reluctance, Nancy had a way of convincing you to do things. She was like literal sunshine, impossible to resist. "Let me think about it, Nance. I can't afford to be humiliated again. Last year was miserable." Of course, you would think about it. Nancy's infectious energy always made you want to join in. "Nancy, can you please come over after school? Bring Robs, and we can discuss this. If I do decide to go, we'll have lots of planning to do." "Of course, see you later, Peppy."

"Rob's, guess what?!" you yell excitedly. "Please tell me you have amazing, awesome news like 'oh my god, the upside down caved in and disappeared,' that would heal me."

"Robin, no, shut up, someone's gonna hear you," you said, glancing around cautiously, hoping no one had heard what she said. Luckily, the halls were empty.

"What's the good news, Peppy?" Andy asked me to prom. Can you believe that? I mean, Robin, I am a freak. I'm a freak at heart. Eddie Munson won't even let me live it down. Robin, do you know how amazing this is?"

"Peppy, really? You're going with Andy? Like, Andy Andy?" Robin's mood matched yours.

"Yeah, Robbie, I'm so excited. I have my dress picked out and everything. It's pink with hints of red and red hearts embroidered on the sleeves," you explained.

"Oh my god, Peppy, that's so good! I'm so happy for you. This will be so, so, so fun. I can't wait. Make sure you let Nancy know. Oh my god, she's gonna be so happy we all get to go together. She's been begging and begging me to find a date," Robin told you.

"Okay, Rob, I'll see you after English. I'll give you a ride home. Love you."

"Love you too, Peppy."

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie Munson lurked around the corner, a scowl etched onto his face, his dark intentions hidden beneath a facade of resentment. He was determined to ensure you wouldn't have a good time at prom, hell-bent on sabotaging any joy you might find. For him, your happiness was an affront he couldn't tolerate, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure your night ended in misery.

"Heeey, Andy. I heard you're going to prom with Y/N," Eddie slyly interjected, his voice dripping with malice.

"Who?" Andy asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing.

"Peppy... the freakazoid. Dude, you know who I'm talking about," Eddie replied, his tone laced with disdain.

"What's it to you, Munson? It's none of your business," Andy retorted, his confusion evident.

"No, it's not, but I'm just warning you to stay away. She's a weirdo," Eddie sneered, his words dripping with venom as he poisoned Andy's perception of you.

Draped in a delicate shade of light pink, you sat in your living room, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a warm hue over everything. Your mom fussed over you, capturing every angle with her camera, her voice filled with pride as she complimented how beautiful you looked. It was a moment of rare confidence, happiness, and contentment that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

As the clock inched closer to 6 PM, the anticipation grew palpable. Andy, your prom date, was scheduled to pick you up at 8, and you couldn't help but nervously glance at the clock every few minutes. You had carefully chosen his pink tie with heart motifs, hoping he wouldn't be too embarrassed to wear it.

Meanwhile, Andy sat on his bed, staring blankly at the baggie of weed in his hand. Eddie's words echoed in his mind, poisoning his thoughts. "She's a freak, stay away from her unless you want to look like a freak too." The fear of being associated with you gnawed at him, and he made the cowardly decision to stay home, drowning his insecurities in drugs instead of facing you.

As the minutes ticked by and the clock struck 9 PM, doubt began to creep into your mind. Was Andy just running late, or was this all a cruel joke? You hesitantly dialed his number, your fingertips trembling with uncertainty. "Yello," Andy's voice crackled through the phone. "Hey Andy, it's me. I was just wondering when you're coming. You're still planning to come, right?" you asked, the hope evident in your voice. His response shattered your heart into a million pieces. "Yeah, no sorry. Munson got to me. You really are a freak," he muttered, his words like a knife through your heart. With tears welling up in your eyes, you hung up the phone, devastated by the realization that Eddie hates you , he hated you. silly you for thinking he’d let you have this one night to be happy.

as you sat in your last class of the day, a sense of relief washed over you knowing you didn't have a date for prom. The thought of spending the night with friends instead of navigating the awkwardness of a date brought a sense of calm.

But as you squirmed in your seat, eager to leave, Eddie's bitter tone shattered your moment of peace. "Could you stop fucking moving like that? I'm trying to write," he snapped, his words cutting through your thoughts like a knife.

Feeling a pang of anxiety, you stammered out an apology, your voice wavering with uncertainty. "Sorry, I'm just feeling anxious. Do you want me to move?" you offered, hoping to diffuse the tension.

"fuck yes, you annoy me anyway," Eddie retorted, his hostility palpable. "It's making me sick having to sit next to you."

Feeling a surge of humiliation, you quickly gathered your things and made your way across the classroom, retreating to the back in a desperate attempt to escape Eddie's ire.

Meanwhile, Eddie's heart pounded in his chest as he watched you move away. Memories of his behavior flooded his mind, the guilt weighing heavily on his conscience. He hadn't spoken to you since he was 14.

But despite the remorse gnawing at him, Eddie couldn't bring himself to stop. His hatred for you, fueled by years of resentment and pain, consumed him. He needed to push you away, to make you feel the same hurt he had felt. It was a vicious cycle of pain and retribution, hes only protecting himself from getting hurt again. he wont let you hurt him again.

gloomy days at Hawkins Middle School were oddly your favorite. The prospect of spending time indoors with Eddie, playing music together in the classroom, always fueled your happiness. You dashed eagerly to the music room, eager to retrieve your guitars and dive into another session of music-making with Eddie.

As you approached the closet where your instruments were stored, your eyes fell upon your beloved pink guitar, perfectly sized and customized for you. Next to it lay Eddie's red guitar, adorned with hateful words spray-painted across its surface: "freak," "loser," "trailer trash," "ugly." Anger surged within you at the sight of Eddie's defaced instrument.

In a moment of impulsive fury, you reached for Eddie's guitar, lifting it from its confines and slamming it onto the floor with all your strength, over and over again until it lay shattered into pieces. Eddie had just entered the room, tears streaming down his face as he witnessed the destruction of the one thing he cared for deeply.

Despite your attempts to explain, Eddie refused to listen. He turned his back on you, shutting you out completely. From that day forward, Eddie remained a distant figure, a silent specter haunting the halls of your memories. he never spoke to you again. opting to make your life miserable instead

Underneath your bed sat the replica of the guitar you had painstakingly saved up for, a reminder of your failed attempt to mend your friendship with Eddie. It was too big for him, collecting dust as it remained untouched. You couldn't bring yourself to throw it away or return it, holding onto the hope that one day Eddie would open his heart and listen to your side of the story.

You were pretty sure you reeked of shitty spiked punch and pepperoni oil, a combination that only added to the cynicism creeping into your thoughts. Watching Robin dance with Vicky, the girl she'd been crushing on all year, should have filled you with happiness, but instead, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread as Eddie Munson sauntered up to them. Why was he even here? Didn't he have better things to do?

"Peppy, you look so down. Can we get you anything?" Nancy's caring voice broke through your reverie, her concern evident in her gaze. "You know, I'll ask Jon to go to the diner right now to get you a burger. You look miserable, babe." Her offer was sweet, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it, not when you caught sight of Eddie flaunting his presence with a bright flask, momentarily blinding you with its shine.

"No, Nance, I'm good. Please, just have fun," you managed to reply, mustering a weak smile as she ran off with Jonathan when "Time After Time" started playing.

The grunts and groans behind you drew your attention, and you turned to see Eddie being bombarded by school security. Curiosity getting the better of you, you intervened, asking shyly, "What's going on here?" while avoiding Eddie's gaze.

"Mr. Munson here attempted to steal school property, miss," the security guard explained. Eddie rolled his eyes and dismissed you, but you couldn't ignore the pang in your chest at the mention of a guitar. Despite his protests, you watched as they escorted him away.

Feeling foolish yet determined, you knew you had to do something for him. Maybe this would finally make him leave you alone, or perhaps even apologize. Being in student council had its perks, including a set of keys with your name on them. In the darkness of the hallway, you located the guitar and grabbed it, hoping no one would see you as you made your way to the parking lot.

You approached Eddie with a heavy heart, a dusty guitar clutched in your trembling hands. "I know they kicked you out, and I'm assuming it's because of this, but I thought you'd want to play, you know? Before leaving and everything," you murmured softly, offering him the instrument.

"Whatever," Eddie replied curtly, his tone dripping with disdain. Your heart sank as you struggled to understand his animosity. "Why do you hate me so much? I've done nothing but be nice to you. I love your uncle, I loved you. You were my best friend, Eddie, and you started treating me like shit for no reason. Really, what is it?" Tears streamed down your face, smudging your makeup as you poured your heart out to him.

Eddie felt a pang of guilt tug at his heartstrings, a sudden urge to console you rising within him. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry, that he never hated you, that you looked beautiful even with tear-streaked cheeks. But his pride and guarded heart held him back. "You're a bitch, Y/N. You're a piece of shit, and you ruined the one good thing I loved, the one thing I had left of my mom. And you had no remorse when you did it. You did it with pride, and you looked at me like I was a monster. It's not my fault you deserved to be treated like shit, Y/N. Really, I fucking hate you. This whole fucking town hates you, and I understand because you ruined my life," he spat out bitterly, his anger palpable as his nostrils flared.

"I really don't know what I did. If I knew, I would apologize. I've only ever done things to protect you, Eddie," you sobbed, your heart breaking with every word.

"So breaking my shit is protecting me? Ruining my shit is protecting me, Y/N? That's an excuse, and it's a shitty one. You know I loved that guitar," Eddie yelled, his voice raw with emotion as he fought to contain his turmoil.

"I did it to protect you, Eddie. You never let me explain. They did it, Eddie. They spray-painted your guitar. They wrote mean things on it. So I got angry, and I broke it. I shattered it because I didn't want you to see that. They were so wrong, Eddie. They still are wrong. Even after you treated me like shit, I still want you to know that you are none of those things," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you stared at the ground, your chest heaving with sobs.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his anger waning as he processed your words. Unable to resist any longer, he reached forward and pulled you into his arms, his own tears mingling with yours. "Shh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you did it just to spite me. Baby, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Please, I love you," he whispered brokenly, his bloodshot eyes pleading for forgiveness as you looked up at him, your heart heavy yet hopeful

I love you too, I really do, even after everything," you sighed into his shoulder, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Eddie gently grasped the back of your head, tilting it back so you could meet his gaze. He pressed his nose to yours, his forehead resting against yours, as his hand traced your jawline with tender care. With a lightness that belied the weight of your emotions, he placed the gentlest of pecks on your lips.

"I love you, baby. I'm sorry," Eddie murmured softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

"It's okay. I really love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with love and forgiveness as you melted into his embrace.

“lets go”

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Paola

It Starts With Hello

Taylen's point of view on how she met this person.

When I first began university, I met Paola during the very first couple weeks of school. After attending some first-year social events and noticing that she was also in a couple of my classes, we started talking a little bit here and there when we had the chance to make some small talk. I forgot how, but somehow during this time, I found out that she also liked one of the bands that I liked, Twenty One Pilots.

One day when were sitting next to me in one of our classes, I don’t remember if I purposely pulled it up on my computer that I was listening to them to get a conversation going or if it was just by fluke, but whatever I planned totally worked and then we began chatting more often. I think our friendship really began on the day that we sat in the school hallway patiently waiting on our laptops for the Twenty One Pilot concert tickets to go on sale and then frantically looking to find seats for the show. Funny enough at the time, we didn’t actually go together, but now she is one of my go-to concert buddies to check out indie artists that come to town. During the time of my life when I met Paola, the transition into a new chapter of my life was a bit daunting with having to make new friends again and being courageous enough to put myself out there and introduce myself. But I’m really happy we became friends and I’m looking forward to so many more years of friendship and concerts together.

This or That

You can only choose one...

Salty or Sweet

Winter or Summer

Air Guitar or Air Drums // Due to my recent Guitar Hero obsession. Yes, I still play the game on my PC.

Coffee or Tea // Chai Tea <3

Dogs or Cats

Sleeping or Eating

Five Facts of Fun

What are 5 facts about yourself?

I have an ever-growing vinyl and film camera collection.

I love being in the pit at concerts every chance I get, despite being 5'3.

My latest hobby was ballroom dancing. I loved it, now I’m just waiting for school to calm down so I can get back into it!

Night skiing > Day skiing.

I studied German in high school and did well enough on a test that the government sent me to Germany for a month. My speaking sucked, but who's to pass up a free vacation? :)

Drop a Bop

Pick a song that is the theme song to your life and discuss why.

To me, Summer is just a really lovely and calming time of life before the chaos of work and school. Whenever I'd come home from hanging out with close friends, I swear this song would just always play when I hit shuffle on a specific playlist, and I sort of just got attached to it over time. "Can I stand in your light just for a while?" reminds me of those peaceful Summer evenings and the comfort I found in being with people, so I play the song whenever I feel overwhelmed or stressed.

Debate Time

What is your perspective on the following question: Is a jungle a salad?

I would define a salad as something that primarily humans eat and that all ingredients within the salad are consumable. I assume humans don't eat everything there is to be found in the jungle, you know, because we can't exactly eat rocks and poisonous plants and animals. So no, the jungle is not a salad (in respect to humans).

Some Deeper Small Talk

Chosen from a group of questions, the person answered the following question: What is the most fun I can remember having recently? What was I doing and who was I with?

Oh I'm so glad I got this question! The most fun I've had recently was actually this past Sunday (October 23rd, 2022). I went to go see Dayglow at the Commodore with none other than the person in charge of this lovely blog (Taylen!) It was honestly one of the best nights/concerts I've had in a while – we got to meet the singer for the opening band, we got super nice spots at the venue near the front of the stage, the singer was AMAZING and the crowd's vibes were insane. PLUS, we went home with a guitar pick and setlist. I couldn't have asked for a better night <3

The Final Spotlight

If you had the final opportunity to say anything to the world, what would you say?

Cherish the smaller moments because they're often the most valuable ones in the end. And always show your love to those you care about, as often as you can.

[i-cant-sing]

Platonic Yandere Squid Game pt2

Part 1 is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

"Welcome home, Y/n."

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily as you recalled the words he said to you. Looking around and seeing you were in the same room as before, it only confirmed that you were not having a nightmare.

This was reality.

Pushing the warm covers off you, you ran towards the door but found it locked. You banged on the door for a while, didn't stop until your hands started hurting and your throat hurt from screaming for someone to help.

With tears of frustration that you were sure to wipe off quickly as soon as you saw the camera in the corner, flipping it off in the progress, you decided to look around the room for something to open the door with or at the very least, something you could use as a weapon to defend yourself.

The room was big and had a whole black and gold theme going on with lavish furniture. You went towards the bathroom first, hoping to find a pair of scissors or razor blades. Something sharp. But all you found there was some soap, shampoo bottles, perfumes, basic hygiene stuff.

You went back to the room and looked around the room, searching drawers and corners, but there was nothing you could use.

Irritated, you went back to the bed and sat down, trying to think of a plan.

What the hell was that man even expecting from me? That I was gonna be happy for the family reunion after finding out he kills people because its fun for the rich guys?

You closed your eyes, trying to suppress the tears. Even if what he said was true, that I was his sister, and if I would even ignore all the murderous games, did he really think that I was gonna accept him and like stay here after he killed my parents? Fucking asshole.

You knew your parents were poor and weren't really the best people, but they weren't bad. They always took care of you; your mother, when she was healthy, would cook rice puddings for you, even if she had to borrow the rice from the neighbours because there was nothing to eat at home. Your father, even with his gambling addiction, never failed to let you know that you're loved and save with him, would chase after creeps who tried to take you with them. In a way, you knew that he was only doing this for you and your mother. He only turned to gambling when he was fired from his job because he reported to the higher ups that his boss was stealing from the company. Turns out the guy he reported was the son of the company owner. Not only did they fire him, they made sure that he never worked for another company ever.

Did he really kill them? You wondered. Maybe it was all staged, maybe my parents are still alive, maybe all of this is another game.

But deep down, you knew none of that was true, this was the cold reality. And you're all alone in this world now. Well, maybe you have two brothers but you'd rather have none if they were behind this whole fucked up murderous scheme.

You were still processing the whole situation when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man, dressed in a black suit, but his mask was different- you could see his eyes. He was holding a tray in his hand as walked towards you with long strides. You stood up from the bed and backed away into a corner, watching his every movement like an eagle. The man paused when you backed away, but then continued walking to the bed and set the tray on it, a plate of pasta and a vanilla pudding cup on it.

The man then took off his mask, revealing guy who appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s. He turned towards you and smiled.

"Hey. I'm Jun Ho. Lunch?"

Jun Ho watched as you ate the pasta with gusto, the sauce smearing around your lips. You initially refused to eat, thinking he'd drugged or poisoned it, but then he reasoned that if he wanted to do that, he would've done that already. Besides, he promised to explain while you ate, so that was a fair deal.

"Should I get another plate for you? I didn't think you'd be very hungry." He said, pulling out his handkerchief and giving it to you. You shook your head and wiped your mouth clean. "No, I'm fine." You weren't really hungry, you just didn't know when you'd be fed again, so might as well stock up on this. You opened the pudding cup and dipped your spoon in. "So let me get this straight. You and the guy from before, In Ho or Frontman, whatever his name is, are my brothers?" Jun Ho nodded. "Right. And you came here 6 months ago, looking for him?" He nodded again. "But then you found out who he really is and you still decided to stay?" He nodded. "Why?"

He sighed. "If I didn't, he would've killed me. I had seen his face, and that would put him in jeopardy."

"Well, you could've planned an escape!"

"There really isn't. If there was even a single window of opportunity, don't you think I or the players would've taken it?"

You looked at him a bit suspiciously. On one hand, you think that he should've risked running than to stay with that psychopath. On the other hand, you don't what's he been through or how many times he'd tried to get out of here.

"So what? You just decided to stay with him and become one of those masked guards that murder people?"

He raised a brow. "What? No! I don't murder anyone. The mask is for protecting your identity from the other guards and the VIPs. If someone sees your face, you're fated to die. The only reason you don't have one is because you're cooped up in here. If you were to go out, you're gonna have to wear a mask too."

"If? What do you mean "if"? You can't keep me locked up in here!"

"You won't be locked up! In fact, your mask should be coming here in a day or two. Then you can tag along with me when I show you around."

"Show me around- do you even want to escape?! Cause if you don't, I don't care! I'm getting the hell out here- with or without you!"

Jun Ho sighed. "Of course I want to get out of here, go back home. But I've been here for the past 6 months and I've tried every possible escape route there is. I just don't want you to get your hopes up only for you to breakdown when you realise there is no way out. Its easier to just... give in and follow the rules." He held up hand when you were about to protest. "However, if you decide to continue on with your plan, I will help you. All the way. Cover your tracks and keep an alibi for you." He smiled.

Weeks had passed and you had gotten closer to Jun Ho. He would often tell you about memories he had of you from his childhood, and you slowly began opening up to him, telling him about your family. He would often look sad when you talked fondly about them, and well, you kinda understood. He was sad, because he was never around to make all those memories with you.

In Ho as he had later told you, would visit you once a day for a couple of minutes, but you would always ignore him when he tried to talk to you. Just because you haven't found a way to escape yet, doesn't mean you're gonna be civilised to your kidnapper.

Today was the when you were going to show Jun Ho the jet skis you had found in one the basements. You had wanted to escape alone when you had first found them, but you stopped when you recalled how helpful Jun Ho had been all these past months, bringing you blue prints of the ship and sneaking in extra food. He even had managed to steal a knife from the kitchen, for safety and all.

"Here it is." You said before opening the door, but your heart dropped when you didn't see any jet skis."Where are they?" He asked, watching your brows furrow in confusion. "Are you sure we're in the right room-" "Yes. I- I don't understand. They were right here yesterday, for months, unused! Where'd they go?" But before Jun Ho could answer, you both heard footsteps and he ushered you to run and hide while he distracts them.

You had been running when you had found the "File Room". You went in there, hoping to find some clues or well, a weapon, but it was all just files on thousands of the players from years of games that had been hosted here.

What surprised you was finding your alleged brothers files in there too. Opening up In Ho's first, you flipped through the pages but there wasn't anything useful besides it checking out the story of how he had a brother called Jun Ho and a sister called Y/n.

You scoffed. Doesn't mean you believe him.

You then opened up Jun Ho's file, which was bigger in comparison. Probably due to him being kidnapped by In Ho and all, you imagined.

It matched In Ho's profile, showing that they were both in fact brothers, who did have a sister called Y/n. Moving on, you were about to close the file when a name caught your eye.

"Hashido & Co."

It was a private company, the same one your father worked in.

You read through the file, eyes widening the more you took the words in.

"Y/n?" You froze hearing his voice. "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere." Jun Ho said, watching you turn around slowly, worrying when he saw the tears in your eyes.

He rushed over to you, looking you up and down for injuries. "Whats wrong? Why are you crying? Who hurt you-" his words got stuck in his throat when he saw the file in your hands.

"It was you."

Jun Ho looked at you, his heart breaking at the hurt in your eyes.

"It was you." You repeated. "You were the man my dad had reported. You were the son of the owner."

"I-"

"You made sure he didn't get to work another day in his life." "No-" "What do you mean "no"? It says right fucking here!" You cried as you threw the file at him. "It also says how you got him into gambling, how you were one of the fucking loan sharks! You're the fucking reason why our lives got destroyed!"

Jun Ho shook his head, desperate to get you to calm down, to get you to believe that he didn't do the horrendous things you had read about in the file. "Y/n- I didn't-" You shook your head, nostrils flared as you backed away from him. "Dont lie! Don't fucking lie to me anymore! I've had enough of it with the two of yous bullshit!" Your tears were shattering his heart, but perhaps it was the few words you uttered next that broke him.

"I wish I was dead."

Jun Ho's breath hitched. "W-what?"

"I wish I was dead." You looked him dead in the eyes. "I wish I had died in the games you and your brother had fucking manipulated me to play. I wish I had died when my father couldn't afford to bring food to the table anymore. I wish I had died when I had to work shady jobs because my mother couldn't afford her medicine anymore. I wish I had burned myself to death as a baby. I-" you walked up to him, jabbed a finger to his chest as you spat out venom. "-I wish I had never been born. At least that way I wouldn't have to be responsible for my parent's death."

Jun Ho's mouth was agape, eyes wide as your words rung in his ears. "Don't say that- Its not, its not your fault-"

"Is it yours then? Your fault my family's dead-" "THEY'RE NOT YOUR FUCKING FAMILY! I AM!" Jun Ho cut you off by slamming you against the wall, his hands on either side of you, trapping you effectively as he pinned you down with his glare.

"I did it all to make those selfish bastards pay for taking you away from us!"

"You had no right-"

"They had no fucking right! I had set that man up so that he'd get fired! You think I'm selfish? I told him he can have his job back if he'd just admit to you that he fucking kidnapped you. But he decided not to! You think I'm such a horrible person? When he got into gambling, I told him that he can have all the money if he just told you what he fucking did and give you back to me! But that gambling asshole would rather have you starve than give you up! After that, I had decided that I was just gonna come and take you away myself, and I would've had you not decided to join the stupid game!" He punched the wall beside your head, making you jump and cower a bit. "You're lucky that it In Ho who was in charge here, or you would've been hurt in ways you cant even possibly imagine. You think I'm this monster but you don't even know how much of an egoistical bastard your so called father was. Right before I shot him and his wife, I gave them the option to admit that they had taken you away, sign the papers that would transfer your guardianship to me and In Ho, but they chose to rather die! So-" his eyes scanned your scared face, watching tears run down freely much like his own. "-who do you think is the selfish monster here?"

You both stared at each other for a few minutes, before you smiled. It confused him, but perhaps it was when you began laughing humourlessly, pain still evident behind your eyes that worried him.

Had he broken you?

"You- you idiot-" you chuckled. "-I already fucking knew. I already knew I was adopted! I knew I wasn't theirs and I still never asked them about my real family because I was happy with them. They did their best to provide for me, did what they could to keep a roof over my head and they never so much as raised their voice at me. They loved me! And you-" you shoved him away from you, making him stumble and fall on his back. "-you fucking took them away from me! You're the monster! You're the murderer, you're the one who took away everything from me! You're the one who has fucked up everything, destroyed me! You're the one who should be dead, you asshole!" You screamed before lunging at him. Jun Ho was too frozen to stop you from pulling out the knife from his coat pocket.

He just watched in horror as you raised the knife at him, but it wasn't death that scared him in that moment, it was the fact that he was going to see your face full of hatred and disdain.

"I hate you." The words were more painful than the knife will ever be.

Jun Ho closed his eyes, trying to imagine his last memory of you and his brother laughing together, when you were kids- when everything was okay. But his eyes snapped open when he heard a loud shot.

You were gasping for air as the blood trickled out of you, eyes focused on the man standing at the door with the gun.

In Ho walked towards you two, watching as you fell back, your other brother being quick to grab you so that you don't crack your skull open.

"In Ho! W-what did you do?!" He cried as he held you, your eyes shifting from one brother to another as you tried to process what just happened.

In Ho bent down as he moved your head to the side to examine your wound. "Hush now. The bullet hit her shoulder. Bring her to the infirmary, she's going to be alright."

When you woke up, you were lying in the same room you had initially woken up in. An IV was attached to you, probably pumping morphine to numb the pain in your shoulder while the monitor beeped beside you. Jun Ho was holding your hand while his head rested on your bed, tear stains still visible on his cheeks.

Wolf in sheep's clothing.

"How are you feeling?" Your eyes flicked to the other side, where In Ho sat in a chair comfortably.

You remained silent, your eyes conveying enough hostility to give him the hint.

"Ah. Sorry about that." He nodded towards your injured shoulder. "I had to do that. Can't have you killing my brother, now can I?"

"Should've shot me in the head."

In Ho tutted. "Stop with the "dying wishes". Its not funny anymore, and you're starting to worry Jun Ho. Had a hard time already convincing him that you don't hate us."

"I do-"

"Well, then you'll simply learn to love us. Accept us just like you had accepted your kidnappers. You know, now that I think about it-" In Ho stood up and brushed the hair out of your face. "-we aren't so different from them. They kidnapped you, so did we. They lied to you, so we also hid some truth here and there- honestly, feel like we're much better than them. So... if you could learn to love them, then you'll love us too. After all, we're blood."

You would've answered, but the meds were kicking in and lulling you back to sleep,

You felt a pair of lips on your forehead before you dozed off.

"Sleep well, baby sis."

Its 4am.

[symphonicmetal101]

Hi Viz! Name's Undertaker, I saw your crack obey me match ups rules and I couldn't hold myself so here I am asking for one by answering the most random shit you could ask for.

- my favourite animal is not the platypus but that thing is fucking amazing. It's POISONOUS and he's a living paradox for hell's sake! Put a hat on that little shit and it becomes a secret agent.

- one time, when I was a kid, I punched a boy so hard he lost two teeth. Why? That bitch ruined a page of my notebook on purpose. I did try to stop him with words but he didn't listen. After that we become the best of friends. He learnt his lesson. Everyone in that class learnt it.

- I laugh when children fall flat on their faces. And when they fall right after someone as told them not to run because they could get hurt? *chef's kiss* (I'M SORRY OK?? BUT IT IS LIKE A REFLEX THAT I CAN'T CONTROL)

- One of my favourite vine's is: "“How did you take down Captain America?” “We shot him in ze legs because his shield is the size of a dinner plate, and he's an idiot.”" also all Thomas Sanders' vines are pretty good, especially the misleading compliments. I love those. And Daz Black vines as well. The ones about the fashion police and the others about the spiders always put a smile on my face.

- One time I was debating with my religion teacher because I wanted her to explain to me how a God who she says knows everything before it can happen couldn't even predict that the humans would disobey his orders and how he is portrait as a good flawless father after he: casted away one of his most loved angel, let the humans kill his 'only son' and pulled a Thanos every time he didn't like were the situation was going. She didn't talk to me for a week.

- If I woke up with my hair dyed neon orange how would I react? Bold of you to assume I didn't dyed it neon orange on purpose. Fr tho I dyed my hair cherry red and after a month they turned orange. One time I tried dying my hair green and they turned out neon yellow. I laughed for an hour and cover it up with some purple.

- I don't have a favourite animal. I love everything I can pet or that I'm not allowed to pet because it could kill me.

- DRAGONS. I fucking love Dragons. I'd want them to be real.

- What dinosaur would make ad ideal pet for me? A Microraptor. Smol and with a lot of feathers.

- If I was MC, Belphegor would probably still be in the attic. I'm not an idiot- Okay I AM but if someone specifically tells me not to go somewhere and that someone is a fucking demon who's letting me living rent free in his house and at night cries and singing can be heard coming from there I would listen to him. But out of spite I'd probably go up those stairs someday.

Here you go. Hope I did everything right. Have a good day, V!

Hello there Undertaker!! This is perfect! I dont know if youre poly or not, so you can choose who would be platonic in this relationship.

I match you with

ASMODEUS and MAMMON

God you three scare everyone because none of you have any impulse control. And its Mammon who normally has the braincell to determine if its something too dangerous. Oh, is that a baby manticore? So cute! Just a little kitty! "MC IT HAS A SCORPION TAIL AND IF ITS MOTHER COMES WE'RE ALL GONNA BE DEAD!" "....so anyways, I named him Aslan, Asmo is your camera ready?" This also means watching children fall elicits a reaction from all three of you. If not meant to fall, why do they bounce? /J

Late night conversations go from venting from past trauma or just what happened during the week to conspiracies and the goofiest light-hearted conversations in a heartbeat (possibly because both boys get distracted very easily dvsjshs but also dont like to dwell on the past when the future is right there, with you).

For one on one time, Asmo loves to do your guys' hair together. At some point he had shock pink hair, so he'd be happy to go into a slightly toned down version of it, especially if you want to match with him. Mammon would join, but Asmo is adamant that this is HIS thing with you, and you and Mammon have your own thing.

Which usually ends up with you two rambling to each other about wild animals in Devildoms forests that you would like to see as you feed and pet his ravens with you. You two crafted bracelets out of "treasures" the corvids brought back. Mammon doesnt have the heart to exclude his little brother, so all three of you have jewelry, trinkets and accessories made from these treasures. I foresee a lot of soda tab crafts fbsbdjsjs.

Side note: idk how old you are, but these two drunk and/or overtired are a force to be reckoned with and VERY loud.

Microraptors are also ideal because they're small enough for Asmo to beautify it (and use any feathers that have fallen out for fashion) and Mammon can train it to steal stuff fbsjsbxjsj

I get the image of just the three of you walking Devildom and window shopping, gentle, lighthearted bickering between the three of you.

I hope this was ok!!

[thechocoboos]

last one I promise: ffxv but in space?... OK I'll admit I'm starting to run out of ideas. have a nice day and good luck with school!

holy fuck i went way more crazy with this than I planned. so have fun. Keep in mind, y’all, this is a space au–things are defo different than the actual plot. also: happy ending

FFXV IN SPACE HC

The Regalia is a small prototype ship made for small trips to and from space stations and moons

Noctis’ father is the leader of a massive space colony circling a dimming blue star

Their space colony is running out of resources and energy as a result of a longstanding war with The Empire, a corporation that grew too powerful back when space travel became big and now aims to take control of every colony, resource, and inhabitable planet in the galaxy

so Regis sends Noctis and Co out on an expedition to build alliances and find potential resources that the Empire had overlooked

Noctis is a drifter who doesn’t want to take over his dad’s colony

Gladio is a soldier, a bodyguard in training for the leaders of the space colony. His family has always worked closely with the colony’s founders, so he was raised to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors and to protect Noct

Prompto is a lower level settler of their space colony

He ran into Noctis during their school days and latched himself to Noct like a leach (Noct never minded and even grew to like Prom)

Ignis is still an advisor, albeit a SPACE ADVISOR

He is well versed in most, if not all, of the known alien languages and settlements (he spent so much of his schooling learning languages that he dreams about learning them–granted they’ve become more of nightmares by this point)

He guides Noctis on their mission to find resources and build alliances, giving advice such as “Do not try to navigate that asteroid belt” and “stay far from the Black Hole of Ostenbar–many civilizations were lost there”

Granted that advice is always ignored, but hey, it’s the thought that counts!

One day on their expedition, he mentions rumors of a ship called The Oracle–a ship that opposes the Empire

Supposedly, it started out as a simple rescue ship that grew bigger and bigger and soon became a massive self sustaining ship that travels around the galaxy helping those in need

Noct and Co. realize that it may be their first step towards building alliances and aim to find The Oracle–it’s their first tangible mission

The Oracle, if you hadn’t already guessed, is run by Luna

She and her brother, Ravus, inherited it from their family

The Oracle had many run ins with the Empire as a result of its good deeds, and Ravus grew tired of the pain inflicted on both his people and his inheritance due to those assholes

He knew he could never deal with the Empire directly, especially while handling The Oracle, so he left the ship in the hands of Luna and ran off

He fell in with a group of good-natured space pirates and now raids the Empire’s smaller ships with his small, growing fleet and gives the resources he obtains from them to those who need it–kind of like a robinhood of sorts

(I’m expecting some SpacePirate!Ravus spin offs in the future–i’ll even take the transcript of pirates of the caribbean except with ravus and in space)

anyways

Ardyn is a strange deity who was once worshiped on a more primitive, jungle based planet

His planet is hot, humid, and full of bright, colorful creatures. Some of them are poisonous and deadly, and others are docile and harmless

His people made beautiful buildings of stone with carved designs and everything they made was otherworldly and beautiful, there wasn’t a single item of theirs that wasn’t art in one way or another

They made the most beautiful songs and their language was magnificent and elegant; it was as though their voices were woven from the stars

Keywords? Made. Was.

The Empire found him one day and found his immense power very beneficial

They captured him and his worshippers, turning the worshippers into slaves and science experiments while they used torture and abuse to control Ardyn before turning him into the High Commander or the Empire

They brainwashed him into thinking it was Regis’ colony that had done him wrong, and he has it out for Insomnia Space Colony ever since

It takes a metric fuckton of cycles for Noct and co to finally find The Oracle, who is very willing to join the Insomnia Space Colony cause (my god is that a mouthful or what)

Sidenote: Cor is pretty high up on commanders from Noct’s colony, so he was out conducting business with other settlers at the far end of the galaxy

After the destruction of Insomnia Space Colony, he managed to get hold of Noct on The Oracle and relay the news

It leaves Noctis and the others crushed

They end up lost for a little bit, uncertain what their goal should be from then on

One day, however, The Oracle receives an SOS call from that same dimming star that Noct’s colony had orbited

The Oracle takes them there, and they find many, many survivors

The Oracle takes those survivors on board without a single word, and as Noctis sees the remnants of his people’s suffering at the hands of The Empire, he swears to bring an end to those fuckers as long as he lives (cue his new reason for living)

ANyways

Noct and co.’s favorite pit stop is a small colony on an asteroid called Crash Comet

It’s run by Cid, an old alien friend of Regis’ and his granddaughter

It’s the nicest gas station, diner, and mechanic outside of their solar system

They visit it regularly, especially after Noct learns how to fly the Regalia (he can’t avoid those asteroid belts even when he tries)

Gladio once asked why Prompto was with them on their expedition bc he genuinely had no idea why the kid was there

Gladdy was there for protection, Ignis was their walking, talking adviceman, and Prom? He had no idea

Prom lowkey didn’t know either, but he just held up his old lil camera and said some BS about being their historian

In reality, Noct really just brought him bc he didn’t want to be stuck in a tiny spaceship with Ignis and Gladdy alone, besides, he knew that Prompto always wanted to see the galaxy outside of their colony

They have many run-ins with Ardyn and The Empire–it always ends in a massive chase scene through the stars, a disappearance in a hectic asteroid belt, and another trip to Crash Comet

Noct, Iggs, Gladdy, and Prom have a blast on their space adventures

At least, up until their colony is destroyed

Still, they meet aliens from all walks of life and eat strange alien food at strange alien gas stations on the edge of the galaxy and make friends everywhere

They make alliances as they go, building up their own army of settlers, colonists, space pirates, and aliens alike to rise up against the Empire, with The Oracle heading their fleet

Prompto takes so many pictures that he ends up with a massive database of things ranging from aliens, planets, stars, flora, fauna, selfies, weird poisonous glowing bacteria–you name it, he’s got it (after their adventures he actually finds scientists and alienologists asking him for his pictures for research and references; our boi makes bank on his pics!)

Ignis tries every single different cultured cuisine he can get his grubby lil gloved paws on and he will eat ALL OF IT. he has been poisoned by the clashing chemical makeup on more than one occasion (but he still won’t stop)

Noctis hates trying new culture foods, like he goes for some of it but if Ignis tries to feed him one more Glockinshnid’esiria throat casserole, he’s going to vomit

Gladio towers over a lot of alien species they meet, but he also looks like a penny next to some of them (he lowkey feels insecure about it)

Gladdy likes to trade work out regimens with some aliens

He once tried working out with the very gruff, muscled Kleeverprongs, a species known to eat the muscles of their dead to become stronger and who begin weightlifting at 3 months old (he threw his back out and couldn’t walk for a week)

Prompto tries to steal small alien pets but Ignis threatens to throw him out the back of their cruiser if he so much as looks at one more Puffelzingor.

He once hid a small mouse like rodent in his shirt for three weeks, but it escaped and ate through one of Ignis’ prized pots (it’s one of the more expensive ones that can handle stardust and the harshest of acids)

Ignis hasn’t forgiven him yet. And he probably never will.

Sometimes Noct and Co. cross paths with Ravus

Ravus usually screams about them being the ones who got his sister tied in even further with the bloody empire and being the biggest thorn in his ass

There was one time where Ravus was thought to be dead in the middle of space, and none other than Noct and Co. rescued him (he had lost an arm and been abandoned by accident. Space pirates aren’t very bright sometimes)

He was less aggressive towards them afterwards, especially because he was stuck with them for about 2 and a half cycles (roughly 3.67 months) because the nearest welcoming outpost was at least a good hundred stars away

ANyways plot stuff:

So, throughout their journeys and travels, Noct and Co. slowly learn about some of the Empires more hidden histories and ties with differing colonies

They learn more about Ardyn, how he was essentially a tool used by the empire

THey actually travel back to the planet that Ardyn had been worshiped on and end up learning even more

At first, they thought he had just been a leader of some strange planet, but when discovering he was essentially a god? Oh boi, they were faced with a big moral dilemma

Noctis still wants to bring down the Empire, but now, he also wants to help Ardyn and Ardyn’s people

Gladdy is against it, of course, saying that Ardyn had still done terrible things and was still a terrible person who should pay for his actions

Noct mostly disagrees. He thinks Ardyn needs to pay to a certain degree, but to him, it was more important that they at least try to free his people and attempt to get the truth out there

He argues that it really wasn’t all Ardyn’s fault, that he was nothing more than a pawn who had been manipulated and lied to for nothing but selfish reasons

He doesn’t want to help Ardyn, necessarily, but he does want to make things right

It was truly at this point that his friends began seeing the leader that Noct truly is

Noctis and Co. were never really able to convince Ardyn as much as they tried; he was past the point of simply believing things

Still, he made a deal. A snarky deal with a smirk and teasing tone to his voice, but the look in his eye had been enough to give them hope

He told them, that if they were able to find his people and set them free, he just might be willing to strike up some sort of deal that would work out for both of them

Cue montage

The space bros go through hell and back trying to find out what happened to most of the worshippers

They break through and destroy so many Empire outposts and institutes that they probably single handedly cripple part of the Empire

Even so, with how hard they work to find out where the worshippers were, they had to ask for help

They asked both Ravus and Luna for help, as well as some of the more trusted allies they had made through their journey

In the end, they find that most of the worshippers had been killed. They manage to rescue those who had survived, and bring them to Luna’s ship for safety

They’re beaten and bruised with fearful eyes and they spend most of their time praying–it’s all they can do at this point

It’s heartbreaking, and it truly reminds Noctis and his friends that they weren’t the only ones who had lost their home

Luna and Noct both promise the worshippers that they would be brought back home when it was finally safe, but no one knows when that will be

The next time Noctis crosses paths with Ardyn, there is no snark in Ardyn’s voice–only the serious tone of a man who had lost everything

He demands that Noct bring him to his people, his voice harsh and sharp as he snaps. His eyes are furious and his stance is dangerous but Noct remains calm and tall, his eyes cool as he talks Ardyn down

Ardyn agrees to go with Noctis alone, he agrees to relinquish his weapons and trickery–all he wants is to see that his people are safe

The others aren’t happy, the air is tense in their cruiser as they return to The Oracle. Gladio silently fumes and Ignis is ready to pounce any second.

But Ardyn makes no moves. He waits, his heart still, his eyes sharp–he could be walking into a trap, and he knows it, but he doesn’t care, not if his people are there

Luna is respectful when Ardyn boards her ship. She doesn’t show any ill will despite what he has done–she knows he had been tricked, and she knows that all that really matters to him are his people. She respects that.

She leads him to the worshippers, and the second his eyes fall on them, he smiles–truly smiles

He feels relief, hope–glee

They look just as stunned as he is, their eyes wide and sparkling as they drop to the floor and bow

He only tells them to stand, speaking in an old, dead language that even Ignis doesn’t know

He asks them questions, touches their cheeks, their shoulders, their hands… He’s so gentle and careful, no one else can believe it

As they finish answering, he thanks them with a warm, soft voice, promising he’ll get them home safe–that they will all go home safely and that he’ll join them, that they will rebuild their beautiful civilization once again and no one will ever hurt them again

He turns and looks at Noctis, his eyes full of cold murder as his fury burns. He asks when they’ll launch their full attack–because he wants in. He quietly vows that he will bring down the empire–every last ship, even if it kills him.

It only takes a few more cycles for everything to be ready.

There are at least a thousand ships that come forward to help fight. Their alliances hold true to their words and promises and join The Oracle, bringing their own smaller allied ships and friends with them

Ravus brings at least 200 ships full of space pirates with a new, shiny arm at his shoulder

Noctis contacts older allies that his dad had made, as well as the hundreds of new ones he’s made through his travels–and those allies bring their own, as well

Luna has age old promises that are being fulfilled, her oldest contacts coming forward from the deep recesses of space to help fight the Empire

Even Ardyn pulls some strings, pulling a few of the Empire’s allies over to their side–after all, many of them had been loyal to Ardyn alone, in the end

With the Empire spread over so much of space, it isn’t a clean, straightforward war (then again, most aren’t)

The war lasts 81.7 cycles–nearly ten years. Strategies are stretched, lives are lost, people were worn down, but Noctis never wavers

In the end, the Empire crumbles–losing far too many of its ships and colonies, especially as the civilizations it took over rebel and fight back.

Eventually, there is only the head colony left–and Noctis’ side easily corners it.

Noctis isn’t alone when he approached the leader of the Empire. Ardyn goes with him, his losses just as valid as Noctis’

The leader begs. He cries, yells in desperation, falls to his knees and simply weeps–asking for Noctis to have mercy.

Noctis is cold as he responds, simply staring down the old man. He’s gotten what he wants–the Empire’s downfall. Yes, the leader needs to pay for his crimes, but he doesn’t care much for the logistics of that–so deciding punishment falls to Ardyn.

The details don’t matter too much–the Empire fell, Noctis was able to rebuild his colony around a new star, The Oracle was free to help the civilizations that had been under the Empire’s control, Ravus and his space pirates became the police of sorts–protecting people from unsavory sorts in space, and Ardyn was able to return to his home with the remainder of his people

Space was free again, its planets and civilizations free to return to run their lives as they pleased

Edit: Things I forgot to mention™

Arenaea is space’s local lesbian space pirate whose fleet was actually hired by Ardyn somewhere down the line

She was actually notorious and was a big rival of Ravus (they crossed paths on more than one occasion)

She’s lost a couple digits and a foot, as well as an eye in her pursuits but replaced them all with cybernetic implants (her eye can actually see in infrared, very handy in space)

Her cyborg foot has a built in high heel

She’s one of the most dangerous enemies and one of the best allies to have

No one crosses her and lives to tell the tale (unless she wants them to)

Insanely good strategist and is one of the best allies Noct has in the war

You can hear her loudly walking down the metal bridges of ships when hunting down mercenaries and criminals, her cybernetic foot and high heels clanging loudly (she likes to scare them--she could move quietly with no effort at all)

Anyways so weapons right

LASERS LASERS LASERS LASERSSSS

Ignis’ weapons are duel blades ofc, however, they’re HEAT DUEL BLADESSSS

With a click of his thumbs he's got some lasers shooting down the edge of his daggers and ready to burn the guts of his enemies as he stabs them (it’s pretty good at cauterizing wounds so his slices and jabs are well placed for instant death)

Gladio??? Yes, he still uses those massive as two handed swords. No one can rip that away from him

However

They, too, have laser capabilities

He keeps two laser pistols on either side of his belt for when they’re fighting in smaller quarters  

Y’all haven’t lived until you’ve gotten a mental image of sweaty gladio with burn wounds from laser rifles and holes in his tanktop shootin a couple of laser pistols with his beautiful manbun-ponytail thing and 10-year gap hair chillin out there, mouth turned down into a scowl as his sharp eyes aim

He also has a couple of electric cybernetic gloves that stun enemies with a single punch

Now. Noctis? Listen. He doesn’t use lasers--too much of a hassle

Our boi has a few cybernetic implants, kay?

Y’all ever played mass effect? His magic is basically like the biotics of mass effect

In other words, he still has magic, it’s just sci-fi magic!

His swords are made out of the sharpest metals one can find, and they glow because 1) I say so, and 2) they were forged from radioactive materials and stardust from the heat of a dying star because that’s how we do things in S P A C E

NOW PROMPTO

HOOO BOI MY LORD SO MANY LASERS

S O  M A N Y  L A S E R S

He’s got a laser rifle, he’s got a laser sniper, he’s got bullets that electrocute, bullets that explode, bullets that burn, grenades that stun, grenades that blow up, grenades that disintegrate only organic forms (helpful in space ships tbh)

He has a good trusty ole missile launcher type of weapon that launches concentrated laser ball missiles at shit

Also he’s far sighted.

Anyways; prom is always making modifications to his weapons (and gladio’s pistols) and is always the one to repair or alter the spacebro’s weaponry

He once smacked Noct for trying to fix a sword and somehow damaging its mechanics

Prom actually makes some serious cash fixing weapons at outposts and such, he also buys cheap weapons and bulks them up before selling them for like three times his buying price

He’s actually the most well-off out of them further down the line and he’s the one who brings in the credits throughout their journey because he’s the only one with some sort of income

Also i forgot to mention

Noct loses a leg in the war and gets a cheap prosthetic to tide him over until the end; then he gets a hella cool cyborg leg like Arenaea

Ignis does NOT go blind, however, he loses an eye in a fight with some space pirates who try to raid The Oracle and ends up with an eyepatch for a while

Later on, he gets his own cybernetic implant eye--it’s a lot like Arenaea’s actually

It glows red and the metal covers the area around his eye completely, reaching around towards the side of his head and disappearing beneath part of his hair

Ravus’ right hand pirate is an android

Gentiana is also an android

Cor punches Ardyn in the face the first time they meet during the war--yes, he does know that Ardyn is on their side, now

Cor was the one who found many of Ardyn’s worshippers and brought them to The Oracle

Also Cor is a cyborg