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[chahaezii]

Warning : Suicide, Emotional Abuse, Generally Sensitive and Heavy Topic.

It's 2:50 AM, 4th of June. I'm writing this to dump my emotion here in a form of fanfic. Do excuse my shit plot lol, I just needed to relieve myself 🥀

Cold.

That's how it's been feeling ever since Jinwoo was reawakened.

He's been distant—cold.

He's been busy with work. Raids to go to, paperwork to finish and a guild to be taken care of.

It's like he was never married to you.

You both had been married for a good 2 years, it was amazing—until he changed. He used to be sweet, gentle and loving with you. Adorable golden retriever man. He would ask you about silly little things, he'd keep you updated with his raids even if he was just a weak E-Rank getting his ass beaten every time.

You didn't care about his status, you only cared about him. Only him.

But, after that double dungeon incident? Everything changed. He slowly became distant and cold, never bothered to update you about anything or even ask you how your day was going. It's all just him and his newly found skills.

Every time he returns home, you'd be waiting for him in the living room—just for him to ignore you. You'd welcome him, sometimes offering a hug or a kiss, but he brushes you off. Saying he's exhausted or too busy for you.

That's fine. Totally fine. He'll change back eventually. Right?

.

Tonight didn't go so well.

You tried to confront Jinwoo, you tried telling him how upset and lonely you feel these past couple months without him being present. How you feel as if you were never married. How you missed the old him.

“Can you shut up? I'm fucking busy, Y/N. I can't deal with having you up my ass like this. Leave me alone.”

Oh.

“I'm sorry. I'll—I'll leave.” Your voice cracked. You turned around to leave.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you walked away, your heart shattered. You never thought the once very gentle and loving man would betray you this way. Breaking your heart into thousands of pieces.

You ran to what was once the room you both would sleep in—it's just your room now. He's never around anymore.

You cried, sobbing violently into the pillow. Regretting everything. You couldn't take this emotional torture anymore. For months, you've endured his coldness, his attitude. You snapped, you can't take it anymore.

You took a pen and a piece of paper, writing down your feelings, how you've been suffering ever since Jinwoo changed, how much you've longed for the old Jinwoo—the gentle and loving guy who you once loved very much. The Jinwoo you fell in love with.

You were done writing, you folded the paper nicely and labeled it as a "Goodbye Letter". You placed it on the nightstand, alongside the pen and your other belongings.

The windows beside the nightstand opened.

You looked down from your room.

“May he find solace with me gone.”

And with that, you jumped down.

.

THUD!

Jinwoo heard a loud thud outside, his first instinct was to check it out. He put his work aside to see what the loud noise was.

He walked up behind the house, near the bushes—he spotted a limb silhouette. He walked up closer to it.

“What the fuck.” his voice sounds like he's about to crack. His expression remained unchanged, but his body language says otherwise. He knelt down beside you, looking down at the bloody puddle you're laying on. Lifeless.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Please, stay with me. Wake up, please..?” He's losing it. He tried using his healing potion on you—it didn't work. Your injury was too severe for the potion to take affect.

“Fuck, Y/N. Stay with me! Please. I'll—I'll get you some help.” Jinwoo is trying his best to keep his composure—but he's fucking losing it. He's been too reckless with you. Pushing you away as if you meant nothing—you were his everything.

He scooped you up into his arms, blood covering him—he doesn't care about it. All he cares about now is you. Hilarious, right? I guess it's true, people only care when you're gone.

He used shadow exchange to teleport to the nearest hospital. Immediately seeking help for you.

The nurses had you laid on one of the hospital beds, trying to keep you stabilized until further diagnosis. The doctors had you hooked on some machinery.

Jinwoo couldn't help but to feel anxious. His usual stoic and cold look is now replaced with worry and anxiety. His legs couldn't stay still—walking in a circle, his fingers fidgeting, trying to keep himself calm—it's not working.

He started thinking back to moments where he'd lash out on you, or state mean things. He never thought much about it—too focused in his own world to the point where he'd forgotten about the one person who used to love him at his lowest.

The one person who he loved with all his heart.

Because of him—she's now laying on a hospital bed. Barely alive. He's regretting everything.

“I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, It's my fault that it has come to this. Fuck.”

The doctor walked towards Jinwoo, holding a clipboard.

“How is she, doctor? Is she okay?” Jinwoo kept his cool, trying his best to not lose himself in front of the doctor. He'd be lying if he says he's not worried though.

“She's stable for now but,” the doctor paused, briefly adjusting his clipboard in hand. “She may not have much time. She lost a huge amount of blood and her brain was severely damaged due to the heavy impact.”

Jinwoo couldn't mouth a single word. He was speechless. His wife is dying and it's all on him. He was the reason—he killed his wife.

“Listen—this may be hard for you, Mr Sung. You may visit her for the time being. Maybe it'll sooth you slightly to see her.”

Jinwoo nodded at the doctor's word, he immediately walked inside the hospital room Y/N is in, pushing the doors open and seeing her laid on the bed looking peaceful. He couldn't bear to see you this way.

That beautiful look on your face that he is now starting to appreciate more than ever. He felt as if his world was falling apart—knowing he was the reason behind Y/N's suffering.

He sat down beside her, caressing her face. Savouring each and every second that passes by. He will never have a moment like this with her anymore.

.

Suddenly, Beru interrupts. He didn't want to say much, so he gently tapped Jinwoo's shoulder while handing out a note—the "Goodbye Letter". Jinwoo took it and immediately read the content written.

“ Dear whoever is reading this, I'm dead. I took my life tonight in hopes that it'll bring solace for my husband. He doesn't seem to need me anymore, he's been burying himself with work, he has been rude, distant and cold—he's changed. I can't stand it anymore, I missed the old him. Oh the sweet boy he used to be, how much I longed for that boy to come back. But no, that boy is dead. He's dead to me. And I shall die with him. May my husband live a free life without having me bothering him anymore. Farewell. ”

Written with red ink. As he finished reading, his hand trembled ever so slightly. He waves his hand out, signaling Beru to leave him alone—and so Beru does.

Jinwoo feels remorseful. He feels ashamed. He couldn't believe that his kind and caring wife had been feeling that way for so long. She tried telling him earlier and he brushed it off all because he was—what? Busy? Fuck. He's so stupid for being this way.

“Y/N I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry for being a shitty husband to you,” his voice cracks slightly, he's on the verge of tears, his gaze is locked onto Y/N. “I should've treated you better, you've always been there for me and I—used you. I took you for granted and I can't, forgive myself for that. But please, forgive me.” He leans in closer to hug your unconscious body, tears are now falling to his cheeks. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, I don't know why I'm acting the way I am. I just, I wish I could control it. I don't wanna lose you this way. Please.. come back.”

He knows your time is ticking though.

He is aware you're never coming back.

And he hates that.

.

Feeling sorrowful, are we now? I wonder what caused this.

It's all on you, Sung Jinwoo. You killed her.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

x

[yothisiscrazy14]

should i.......face reveal....

[allpromarlo]

can’t stop thinking about sukuna having yorozu’s bare tits in his face and just. looking away

[catcze]

Thing I hate the most abt myself when I commission artists is that I have the self control & willpower of a wet noodle because why did I set out with the intention to get just one AphSy commission but suddenly I’m commissioning three different artists

[fyuyushia]

Wouldn't it be fun if I wrote Cha Hae-in suffering from bi-panic when she unexpectedly falls for both you and Jinwoo.

Hae-in who becomes distraught when she sees her girl crush(you) hanging out with her boy crush(Jinwoo) and getting closer with each other. She doesn't know if she's jealous of you for being so effortlessly close to Sung Jinwoo or if she's jealous of Jinwoo for being in the same guild as you and thus getting to spend more time with you.

When did the two of you even get so close?!

She's squeezing her sheets, rolling around the bed as she nearly sobs. She should be happy—the two of you together were an eye candy Hae-in loved seeing but at the same time she just!!wishes!!she!!was!!part!!of!!it!!too!!

[youracecard]

yo ace card!

wsgud cheese? been a lil

[ccbatman]

woe. bruce and dinah friendship be upon ye:

"Someone has to have our backs. Keep us honest. That's why I'm here." / "Batman needs a conscience? Okay, I'll bite."

{ The Brave and the Bold (1980) #166 • JLI (1987) #13 • Batgirl Year One (2003) #7 • JLI (1987) #6 • JLI (1987) #7 • JLA: Incarnations (2001) #4 • Green Arrow/Black Canary (2007) #1 • Injustice 2 (2017) #4 • JLI (1987) #13 • JLI (1987) #11 • Justice League of America (1960) #84 • Justice League of America: Rebirth (2017) }

[ask-mithrun]

"Heard you got hit upside the head a few days ago and you've been hit with a spot of amnesia. Suppose now's as good an opportunity as ever to ask what your favourite drinks are. It'd make my job easier, having a better idea of what you actually like before I make an ass of myself giving you things you don't."

-- @halffootguildofficial

Amnesia... sure— you can say that.

But to answer your question—It would be our national drink for our country, you as a bartender would know what that is, wouldn't you :) ? It's amazing. It's extremely sweet, with sugar important to the southern region of our nation, and the leaves farmed from a certain city in the norteast. Sigh... perhaps the biggest tradegy of my predicament is that i can not try it as of late...

I am a fan of our elven liquor as well, of course! Though i dont really drink as much anymore since i do act a little roudy whenever im intoxicated, ahaha---.

Though... What job would require a half foot like you to need my favorite drink? Perhaps you're concocting a menu that is elf themed? Ahah, that would be such a sight to see. Perhaps my interest is piqued by that idea.

...such a strange survey....

[irl-batsignal]

You've now moved up to 2nd spot

[seastarblue]

yep we ain’t writemassing today fellas

[tsukasalover]

This is the exact reason why I hate when people ask to go through my phone. Its always Tsukasa’s fault just remember that.

[neramontagueofficial]

Your omni traffic is elevated.

I was not aware that you were monitoring my traffic, Strike Captain. Is chatting with my friends a cause for your concern?

It's my concern when a significant portion of that traffic involves Volador signals, Montague.

Los Voladores make very good conversation, and I'm unsure why they specifically would alarm you. If I were communicating with Aunic forces, perhaps,

Don't be cheeky with me.

I am neither being cheeky nor am I your inferior. We are representatives on even ground, modulate your tone as if that were the case.

You are a monarchist militant organization being granted passage through the free Purview. I will address you as I please.

I cannot wait to see how you speak to me when we dock, then. I should hope it's a great deal more respectful than this.

Explain the nature of your communications and why they're elevated.

Ah, my friends have taught me some principles of respectful exchange here that might make this smoother: tell me why my most pacifist friends are your biggest concern. I would think it is the messages home; we monarchists are so prone to fits of violence, as you know.

That's not funny.

That joke was for me more than you.

I'm not authorized to explain the reason for my concern, and I would not give it to you anyway, especially since I know that you're recording the line.

Ah, it would have been funny to hear you say it out loud. I can lie to you and say that we are discussing the latest season of Roaring Holds Us Aloft but I would not reveal the much-sought secrets of Volador soap opera habits like that. Just know it is not about you, nor would I go to a number of famous pacifists to betray you, Jaskari. At least think me wittier than that.

[nervocat]

Got to show my aunt and mom phainon hehe >_<