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narcjsistx · 6 months ago

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𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 | OS

bachira meguru x fem reader ; words: 1.6k (1673)

coming from this event, seventh day, 24/12

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: running away from the cameras was the favorite thing you and meguru did every chance you got. your love was yours alone, why give the world just a small slice of everything you felt for each other? it would be a waste

Deciding to be together, so many years ago, had not been easy. You were both teenagers, you with your dream and he with his, and yet the red thread that tied your two fingers did not seem to want to break. Being together as an actual couple didn't seem like a feasible thing, even though you both wanted it

You liked Meguru Bachira from the very beginning. You began to understand that he would become your friend when, during recess in kindergarten, he was the only one interested in rocks like you. You began to understand that you cared about him when in elementary school he always showed you his collection of soccer balls, you who were his only friend. You began to understand that you loved him when, seeing him lose his childish features and take on those of a young boy, you wondered if he had suddenly become so handsome. You had seriously started to think that you loved him in a serious way and no longer as a simple crush when simply seeing him smile at you took your breath away

Bachira Meguru, on the other hand, understood that he loved you the moment you approached him, shy in your yellow apron

"What's your favorite rock?"

You had grown up together, seeing each other's changes. You were the only one her mother knew existed, the only one she considered a second daughter. There had been many afternoons in the past where he found you at his house, after finishing his training, chatting happily with Yuu as if it were nothing. His mother adored you, she loved you perhaps as much as her son loved you

Yuu knew his son, she knew that behind the tenderness with which he spoke to you there was a bigger feeling hidden, which he hid for the simple fear of distancing you from him. Yuu knew you too, and she knew that you loved his son back

Since you were a child, you dreamed of going to Spain, or more precisely living there. Since he was a child, Meguru dreamed of being able to play his soccer, the one he liked. You dreamed of going far away literally and he metaphorically

Neither of you would be with the other forever, that was the truth you didn't dare tell each other. Knowing this knowledge, neither of you would ever dare tell the other how you felt, or at least that's what you thought until the evening of the first day of the two-week vacation after the end of the U-20 match, when you found Bachira in front of your door professing his love for you

"I've realized a few things since I left, and the first is that it's no longer enough for me to just have the thought of loving you. You know I'm not the best with words, but you're the best at understanding me when I can't even... so I hope you can work your magic this time too and understand what I want to tell you"

Seeing him like this, so shy, was strange for you, who had been used to his chaotic side since you were children. But since he left there hadn't been a day in which you hadn't thought about him, how he was, how it was for him to know that he was chasing his dream. He had changed, and so had you, who had just accepted the request for an Erasmus in Spain for a year

But he didn't know that. And you didn't know that he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend

So yeah, deciding to be together all those years ago wasn't easy at all. You spent his two weeks off treating each other like a couple, even though you weren't actually one: you had walked under the moon, slept in each other's arms, you had even kissed a few times. But your flight left the day before he was due to return to the facility

"The flight is about to leave... I think I have to go"

"I know. Remember to be careful, in Spain they are different than us, more party-goers! But maybe you'll get used to it sooner than expected, knowing yourself"

"You're probably right. I'm going to Spain because I love their culture, you know"

"I know. But there's still something I don't know"

"What, Meguru?"

"Are we together or not?"

At the time, you had spent those two weeks wondering the same thing, wondering if he was actually yours and you were his. You thought about it because, even though you never said it out loud, you loved Meguru, you loved him so much. But the result was always the same: 'no, we are not together, you will continue your life here and for a year I will no longer be a part of your life, and maybe the year will become five and then ten'

But that wasn't what you told him

"Do you really want to be in a long distance relationship? I mean, you don't normally have much of a chance to talk to outsiders when you're in Blue Lock, and I won't be here when you have days off again. We'll never have time for each other, Meguru

"I didn't ask you that. Are we together or not?"

The question was simple, a yes or a no was enough. Yet, you didn't know which side to fall on

"It will be difficult, it will be for both of us"

"I know. But I'll live better if I know that you're my girl, Y/n-Chan!"

"Do you really want it that bad...?"

"Something like that. More or less since our first meeting, fifteen years ago"

Meguru was genuine, the best choice you could have made in all your lives. You knew he would never wrong you, hurt you, or get you angry

"We are together"

And so, from that moment on, you had done nothing but love each other with all the methods you could: messages and video calls when he could, letters sent to your new address and so much, so much love that you felt even without hearing from him for more than a few days. Spain was a beautiful sunny place, perfect for you and your character, but above all also for Bachira, who to your surprise had taken part in the Barcha club in Japan. While you were studying and living your dream, he was chasing a ball and living his dream; but you both lived with the knowledge of having each other, and it was so perfect for you

You hadn't seen each other for almost a year when Bachira told you that he would come to Spain to play his first match outside of Japan, and he would come to Barcelona, your city. So, after a year apart, you finally had the chance to hug and kiss your boyfriend again before the start of his match, with the entire stadium watching you. Some fans had recognized you as the same girl who ran to him to hug him at the end of the match against the U-20s, while others were now recognizing you as the alleged girlfriend of Lavinho's favourite, the girl the team captain held so tightly in his arms

The match ended with a victory for Barcha and a year long contact for your boyfriend. While you would return to Japan in a few months, he would remain in your new city. But this did not stop you from living in symbiosis for the remaining time, recovering all the contact that you had not been able to exchange from far away. You were finally with Bachira and you no longer had to just fantasize about being able to kiss him

"I don't even want to think about when you have to go back to Japan, it's like we're making a trade! I always want to be able to hold you in my arms, and yet you seem like you want to run away from me again"

"You know I don't like it either, but I can't stay here, I risk jail!"

"In prison for staying with your boyfriend? It doesn't sound so bad, Y/n-Chan!"

Yet, you had returned to Japan, leaving him far away from you again, this time with a slight increase in the possibility of texting you both than before. Everything was back to the beginning, and it was strange to think that until two years ago you had spent your whole life together, seeing each other every day but without kissing. But it all didn't last long: another Erasmus gave you the chance to go back to him, to Bachira, to your boyfriend. And so, everything went back to the beginning again, for your and his happiness

From that moment on, you had done nothing but run, run, and run again, always as far away from the cameras as possible; now that you finally had the chance to be together, why give others a show that was only for the two of you?. Meguru had become, however, in a short time, a star of the new generation of soccer, and consequently his fame had increased to the point that the cameras would do anything to have him theirs. And to know that Bachira, the striker of Barcha, was again with the girl he had kissed that day, his supposed girlfriend? This was even better, this made the cameras need you

The cameras wanted you, but you wanted more the kisses from your boyfriend, the ones he gave you while you ran hand in hand through the alleys of Barcelona, while you ran away from yet another newspaper that wanted to take a picture of you

You were together, you were actually a couple for more than two years. You hated the cameras and everything that included them, even Bachira thought the same thing. The cameras, if they had to be there, you would have wanted them only on the day you became Mrs. Bachira

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix ; @sirhamburrger

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sthenoaloraquest · 5 months ago

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🌩Fourth Wing Foreshadowing for Onyx Storm Ending

I did not come up with all of this. I saw it on a suggested threads post and just wanted to chat further about it.

Remember, in Fourth Wing, the characters are playing the first war game, which is to keep their flag safe and steal an EGG. Dain is given orders to protect Fourth Wing's flag and on pg. 356 (hardcover), who says they will be stealing the egg? Xaden. In an interview, RY said she already knew the ending of OS while writing FW. It is coming around full circle.

As I went back to look at it, I saw something else. On the first page of chapter 29, we see that Garrick is the one to show off the crystal egg. There is speculation as to who the new brother is at the end of OS. Some say Garrick, some say Bodhi. I quite personally say Bodhi due to RY saying Bodhi does whatever Xaden does. Bodhi is seen retching his guts in Imogen's POV. Also, Bodhi kept insisting he could help when Violet was facing Theophanie but was carried away once Violet said no. He seemed like he had more of the helpless feeling than Garrick did. I really do believe Garrick took a team to extract the eggs. I'm also starting to wonder if Dain might be part of the missing riders helping Garrick. It's a BIG giant, maybe, but Dain was the one seen next to Garrick holding the flag after war games, and Dain has developed in this book.

#onyx storm spoilers #onyx storm #the empyrean #rebecca yarros #fourth wing #xaden riorson #dain aetos #garrick tavis

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aestherians · 6 months ago

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Remnants of the Danish otherkin* community

*Otherkin used as shorthand for otherkin, therians, nonhumans, linkers, and anyone who might feel at home in these communities

In 2014 the Wayback Machine crawled a personal website called Tusmørke (Dusk/Twilight), belonging to an unnamed (presumably) therian. According to the Wayback Machine, the website had three articles about therianthropy, which have not been archived and are only recorded through their dead links from other pages:

The articles were: Therianthropys 3 løgne (the three lies of therianthropy), Skifte (shifts), and Fakta og teorier (facts and theories). I visited the site while these articles were still up, though I don't remember their contents. The only note I took was that they used the word "andenslægt" to refer to otherkin.

The Wayback Machine additionally archived page 13 of the site owner's webcomic, Et Andet Liv (Another Life):

On the comic's page there are links to bios for the characters Marcus, Shela, and Chez, none of which have been archived.

The website additionally has a link titled Det Ukendte (The Unknown), which leads to a fantasy roleplaying forum called Moranien. In the single archived thread (from 2006) we can see a user, named Sündir, playing as a wolf character named Cheza, and on a list of recent threads the same user is playing as a character named Marcus. This is likely the same person who created the comic characters Chez and Marcus, but impossible to know for certain.

Additionally, on a current iteration of the Moranien RP (character page last updated in 2011, though the site was seemingly update months ago), there is a character named Sündir who is a wolf shapeshifter and follows a god named Therian. This RP group also wrote the song "Therians Ulve" (Therian's Wolves) in 2006 for one of their live sessions.

I assume that, by the time the Wayback Machine crawled Tusmørke, these pages (the articles, the comic, and the list of links) were not meant to be seen by anyone except the site owner, as the front page had, by this point, become a link redirecting visitors to a forum by the same name, Tusmørke.

The redirect had the following description:

"Tusmørke er et forsøg på at skabe et dansk hjemsted for furries, therians, wiccans og alle andre slags spirituelt interesserede. Lige nu er vi ved at revurdere vores side, men du er altid velkommen til at besøge vores forum, hvor vi blandt andet debatterer alt mellem himmel og jord, hyggesnakker samt arrangerer vores næste årlige træf! Vi glæder os til at lære dig at kende. Ønsker du yderligere oplysninger, kontakt en af administratorerne på forumet."

In English: "Tusmørke is an attempt at creating a Danish home for furries, therians, wiccans, and all other kinds of spiritually interested. At the moment we are reevaluating our website, but you are always welcome to visit our forum, where we, among other things, debate everything imaginable, chat, and arrange our next annual meet-up We look forward to meeting you. If you wish to know more, contact one of our administrators on the forum."

Though no individual threads of the forum have been archived, we can see the titles of one thread from 2010 and two from 2012, started by users Fenrisskorh and Ulven, respectively. Ulven was also a member of the Moranien forum. Everything related to Tusmørke seems to have started in 2006 or earlier and ended around 2012.

In 2017, a hyena therian from Denmark, calling himself Dæmien, started an English-language blog about the daily life of an adult therian. The blog was abandoned after 4 posts.

Also in 2017, I tried to get a forum going titled teriantropi.jcink.net. It only gained one other member, a dragon furry who questioned whether or not he was otherkind (he wasn't), and I abandoned it within a year.

#otherkin #therian #otherkind #therianthropy #i have tracked down contact information for two of the folks involved but i'm unsure whether i should message them or not #i mean. it's literally been over a decade. i'm sure they've moved on.

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v1olent-l1ttle-th1ng · 3 months ago

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Weekly Empyrean/Onyx Storm Theories Week 7: “It’s yours now”

I think enough people have theorized at this point that Xaden was not talking about Tyrrendor in his note, but about his soul. We know that Tyrrendor is referred to as ‘she’ throughout the whole book, so the soul thing makes sense. This theory isn’t so much about that necessarily but more about what I hinted at in my last post, and how Violet physically has the last part of Xaden’s soul.

The epigraph at the beginning of chapter 62 states “There is no goddess more wrathful than Dunne. Entering Her temple will slice the soul from any attendant who has shunned Her Grace.” I think that’s what happened when they got married. They’re married in Dunne’s temple, and I think Xaden tied his soul to the emerald ring he gave Violet and that’s what he means is hers. That tiny little piece of his soul that’s still ‘him’. In his chapter in the book, when he’s giving in to the darkness, “the last remaining pieces of him” beg him to “save them”. Them being “the people she loves.” Then, when Violet says, “I love you” into the bond, it’s described as “a silken thread of warmth”. Xaden “grabs for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away. She is warmth and light and air and love.” He then goes on to tell us. “I love her. That is the emotion I cling to, the fire of pure power burning at the feeling’s edges, and I know if I take it any further, it will be the next and final piece to float away.” So he obviously keeps that one final part of his soul, and in putting it in that ring, gives ‘it’ to Violet to keep safe. His soul gets sliced away from him in Dunne’s temple, because he’s shunned her by being venin. I think we might get a Rhysand situation where Xaden ‘dies’ but then Violet can use that little piece of soul to bring him back.

We can also assume that in chapter 6 when Xaden makes Violet promise to “look after it”, he’s talking about his soul here too. At the time we assume ‘it’ is Tyrrendor, as he was just given his title back.

Another thing that’s mentioned several times in FW, IF, and OS is the classic “You’re going to be the death of me” line. Everyone’s worried about him actually dying, but what if this ties into the whole soul thing. The irids tell us “The power exchange kills the soul one piece at a time, and death has no cure.” She quite literally was the death of his soul. And, following this theory, got the last piece of it in the ring. So maybe that’s what that classic line has been telling us.

This is veering a little, but I think it’s still relevant. There’s a conversation in Onyx Storm when Xaden asks Violet, “You promised to help me protect Tyrrendor, remember?” To which Violet responds, “I remember.” I think the whole ‘remember’ thing is meant to be used ironically. I think, in the two weeks that passes in between the prologue and chapter one, Xaden and Violet have a totally different conversation about what’s actually going to happen to him. During this conversation I think he makes her promise something about looking after his soul, but then Imogen erases that memory. Then, he gives her something new to promise to protect (Tyrrendor) when in reality it’s been his soul all along.

Similar idea to the whole soul thing but not directly related, Theophenie said something about losing her power if she went back to Dunne’s temple. She states, “Do you know the pain of never being allowed to return, of knowing that it would sever the very thing that’s kept me untouchable all these years?” Does this mean Xaden could lose his power if he dedicates himself to Dunne?? Or something like this. I think this somehow ties back to the whole soul thing too.

Some more foreshadowing for the whole ‘soul in the ring’ theory. Xaden literally tells Violet, “I mean it when I say you own my soul”.

More soul thoughts that’s don’t really play into this theory specifically. They’re just more times when ‘soul’ was mentioned that I feel like are gonna be important:

-“For both war and love change souls irrevocably” This epigraph seems super important!! Again, I’m not quite sure for what yet, but it’s definitely telling us something.

-Aaric tells Violet, “You have to protect Dunne’s temple. It’s how you save Tyrrendor” right before they go off to fight the wyvern that crossed into Aretian airspace. Then Violet and Xaden got married at Dunne’s temple, allowing Tyrrendor to be saved. Xaden’s soul was cleaved, meaning he can one day be saved, ergo Tyrrendor is also saved.

-When Xaden and Violet are having sexy time in Deverelli, she describes Xaden as kissing her “like he’s searching for his own soul”.

Anyways, there’s a ton of thoughts in here, but I tried to make it as precise as possible!

#onyx storm #the empyrean #onyx storm spoilers #empyrean theories #rebecca yarros #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #violet and xaden #xadenviolet #riorgail

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forged-in-paper · 26 days ago

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I have absolutely been staring at these for too long so howsabout I just pass them along to you and we can call it good, eh? This OSE campaign has been a good excuse to work on the setting again and I've honestly enjoyed getting to tweak it to better fit the kind of storytelling aesthetic I've grown into.

The first species I've got for Delvers is my orcs. These guys are a fun mix of inspirations, so lets dive into it.

If you're using pig-faced orcs then you've probably got one of two influences, those being the AD&D orcs, which were popularly depicted as pig-faced during the late 70's, or the more colorful and cartoony dragon quest orcs which themselves took their inspiration from D&D.

For me it was the latter which led me to the former, and that has been my preference ever since so that was an easy starting point to begin to separate them from the more conventional modern orc from the start. While I was brainstorming ideas for how to make orcs more interesting than simple tusky chads, I remembered a very specific pig from my childhood:

This silly hamhock has been truffle snuffling around in the back of my head for a VERY long time and gave me the idea to give them a hunger/consumption theme which is something I don't think we see nearly enough tbh. I momentarily considered making them more predatory but I thought I'd start out with something a little more tame before going full nightmare fuel with massive, predatory humanoid pig monsters. At that point I'd be a little more understand about people not liking them and that would kind of defeat the point lol.

I'm a bit less confident in the current iteration of this species compared to the other's I've made for the game's alpha prototype, but I think that's just because it veers pretty far in the opposite direction of my usual gaming tastes.

The reason that this species made the cut for the first batch to be cooked up for delvers is because of a design principle I've been trying to incorporate more into my world building and that is deep time. The world isn't new, it has a past and a very long past at that, so efforts need to be made to support that idea in the writing whenever possible. The orcs incorporate this idea, as do the men of iron, as well as giving a loose story thread which a GM can expand on in their own game. Will they make the final cut? Who knows, but I can think of at least a few people that would want to make a character out of this and that's enough to include it for now. The weaknesses and immunities gained from being an automaton will also ideally help differentiate the experience of playing a construct from playing a more generic character because I think they should be very different.

Based on the results of the poll I posted up the other day, my current plan is to make 20 species which I can start with and eventually pare down to a list I'm happy with. I'm sure there is some happy medium to be found where only the best, most interesting, and most mechanically fun make it into the final list of player species, and I intent to find it. Until next time, thanks for reading and happy gaming! - Forge

#vallonde #game development #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #delvers into darkness

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axkirak · 8 months ago

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The Curse of Cassandra [EP : XIV] - END

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings : Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader) [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary : ‘Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.’ This describes chaos theory and the workings of fate as well, which illustrates how your final change of destiny moves the fate of the entire galaxy.

Status: Completed (Finally! 😭)

A/N : I can’t believe I actually finished writing this fic! It’s my first long English fic, and I’m pretty proud of it. I know my writing still has a lot of flaws (since English isn’t my strong suit), but I’m so happy people enjoyed it.

I loveeeee yapping about my own writing, so I plan to share more about this fic in another post—things like plot points I didn’t include and alternative endings I considered. Hope that sounds interesting to you, LOL

Lastly, a huge thank you to everyone who stuck with this fic till the end. Your comments and encouragement really kept me going, and I couldn’t have done it without you <3

Ps.Please go back and read the Intro again before starting the final chapter, as it’s part of the ending. (I used a storytelling style where the story opens with the ending) Reading the Intro first will help you understand the story more clearly.

And don’t forget to play this song while reading >> Skugge

I listened to it while writing the ending, and it really sets the mood

➡ Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13

Special OS : Phantom Thread // My mother is my enemy

[Episodes 14] The Power of Two. (Completed)

When contemplating deeply, every entity in the universe is intricately connected in various ways.

On the quantum level, all particles are entangled and influence each other regardless of distance. Even the smallest, minor actions can trigger unforeseen consequences that ripple through the universe. This is far more complex than ordinary humans can immediately comprehend.

And that’s exactly how fate works.

You know that the chain reaction has already begun the moment you decided to shoot Yord yourself.

The stun blaster is designed to be non-lethal—at most, it would knock Yord unconscious and possibly immobile for several hours. But this is all you need to save his life from the fate you've foreseen on the path ahead.

You've always known—Yord and Qimir are polar opposites, destined to kill each other. Yord stands for the light, while Qimir embodies the darkness. They cannot coexist in the same world. Whenever they fight, one must die, or both shall perish. There are only those three possible outcomes.

So you chose a fourth path: to prevent them from confronting each other so that neither would have to die.

You’ve only just realized how much selfishness lies beneath love. Instead of seeking a way to prevent the disaster that’s looming a hundred years from now, you chose to defy fate. You interfered with the story as it was meant to play out, pushing the universe toward an unpredictable risk—all for the sake of one word: 'love.'

The essence of Paul that flows within you still remembers the agony of the day Chani and Alia Atreides departed. Even though thousands of years have gone by, the torment remains too vivid to forget—like your heart being torn apart while still beating and your soul shattered beyond repair. You can't bear the risk of losing anyone to fate’s cruel hand again.

That's why you did it. You gambled on a path that has never appeared in any of your visions, not knowing what the consequences would be.

And you never expected that the consequences of your choice would ripple out so quickly.

You didn’t realize it...until you had to face the truth before your eyes half an hour later.

How could this be?

You stood frozen, as though the entire world had stopped spinning. Your gaze was fixed on Jackie's body, now lying motionless on the ground among the other corpses. The deep, searing wound from a lightsaber had cut through her flesh, blood pooling beneath her, staining the Jedi robes that were once yellow but were now soaked in a dark, gruesome hue.

The acrid stench of burnt flesh mingled with the metallic scent of blood, hanging thick in the air.

Jackie is still breathing, but her breaths grow weaker with every passing second. Her face contorts in excruciating pain, a pain that lasts only for a brief moment before her final breath escapes. Her eyes remain wide open—a sign that life has already slipped away.

At that moment, you hear a scream echoing in your ears, but the haze of shock leaves everything muffled.

You don't even know whose scream it is—Sol's or your own?

Never once did you think Jackie would die. In every vision you’d seen, she always survived, though gravely injured—losing an arm in the fight against Qimir. That was why you decided to come back instead of escaping alone. You knew that as long as Qimir lived, there was no escaping him—not for you. But Jackie still had a chance. If only you could get her and Yord aboard the ship in time before everything spiraled out of control, that would be enough.

But when you arrived, it was already too late. You saw it clearly with your own eyes: Qimir’s red lightsaber pierced through Jackie’s body three times, each strike aimed at a vital spot. There was no way she could survive such an attack.

You realized too late that the death of someone you loved was inevitable and unchangeable. If Yord and Qimir lived, it meant that Jackie would be the one to die. This was the consequence of your selfish attempt to alter fate. Jackie didn't die by Qimir's hand—it was your decision that sealed her fate.

You want to cry. The corners of your eyes burn with the sting of unshed tears, but none come. The grief is suppressed by the flood of information about the future that surges through your mind. You know you’ll mourn when the time comes, but not now. Not when death is crawling toward you.

“Run!”

A sharp voice jolts you from your thoughts. Finally, you hear it clearly—it’s Sol’s voice. He stands across the way, disheveled and wounded, with a minor gash at his side. His face shows shock, his voice shaking with fear. “Run! You shouldn’t be here!”

But his warning comes too late. You don’t even have a chance to respond, let alone follow his command. Suddenly, an invisible force wraps around you, tightening with each second, squeezing the breath from your lungs as if trying to crush you completely. You gasp, struggling for air, unable to move, like a drowning person on the verge of losing consciousness.

In that instant, memories from the depths of your mind flood back, dragging you into the nightmare you once foresaw. Each scene is like pieces of a puzzle coming together to form the terrible reality before you.

Your eyes fix on a tall figure in a black cloak, his deformed metal helmet etched with a grotesque grin. He stands amidst the scattered corpses of fallen Jedi, radiating an aura of ruthless malevolence. His gaze, hidden beneath the helmet, stares intensely at you. Though you cannot see his face, you clearly sense the fury seething within him.

And in the blink of an eye, a tremendous force pulls you toward him with ease, leaving you powerless to resist.

You are completely at his mercy, your body suspended in mid-air as his large hand grips your throat. He could crush your windpipe or snap your neck in an instant; however, he holds back. You sense his intent through the shared consciousness that binds the two of you. This is how The Stranger plays with his prey. When he wears that helmet, he becomes a merciless hunter, driven only by the instinct to kill.

Sol doesn't hesitate. The moment he sees you in danger, he charges forward, his blue lightsaber flashing brilliantly as he swings it toward the Sith Lord. But the enemy moves with surprising speed. He yanks you closer, locking you in a chokehold with his arm, then tilts his body slightly, using his helmet as a shield to deflect the attack. When Sol’s lightsaber strikes the cortosis metal, it sparks and fizzles, rendering Sol’s weapon temporarily useless.

You draw a deep breath, your body tense as the Sith Lord's lightsaber hilt presses against your neck. He hasn’t activated it yet, but you know the moment he does, your face and brain will be reduced to charred flesh in an instant.

“Don’t even think about trying any tricks if you don’t want to lose your tongue,” comes the cold whisper in your ear. You understand the threat well: Qimir is the only one who knows your true capabilities. The Voice is a powerful secret weapon for the Bene Gesserit, and he won't give you the chance to wield it.

Even if you dared to try, it wouldn’t change anything. It would only hasten the end for both you and Sol. You’ve already seen the future that awaits if you choose that path. So, you stay silent for now, your mind racing to find another way—any way to turn the tables on Qimir.

“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this. Let it be between you and me!” Sol shouts, reigniting his lightsaber, but you can see that his hope hasn’t reignited.

Apart from Yord, who lies unconscious somewhere in the forest, Sol is now the only Jedi left breathing, while his comrades, including his padawan, are all dead. He should have been dead too, if you hadn’t intervened.

“But you brought her here, didn’t you?” the Sith taunts. “And I’m certain you wouldn’t have made it this far without this Bene Gesserit witch guiding you.”

As he finishes speaking, you feel his arm tighten around your neck, making it almost impossible to breathe. The suffocating pain forces you to struggle, your hands weakly hitting his arm to no avail. All you get in return is a mocking laugh.

“Bene Gesserit... the origin of both the Sith and the Jedi. Isn’t it fascinating that such remarkable beings still exist in the galaxy?” He reaches out, gripping your chin and studying your face closely before turning his attention back to Sol. "But what a pity that she chose the wrong side."

Sol shifts, readying himself to strike again, but the man in black is one step ahead. He lifts the hilt of his lightsaber to your temple without a word, yet his intent is clear—if Sol dares to take another step forward, you will die.

The Jedi grits his teeth, reluctantly deactivating his lightsaber. His eyes remain fixed on you as he addresses the Sith, "Tell me, what do you want?"

He’s stalling for time, you think. But how long can it last? You know you can’t rely on Sol alone. You need to find a way out too.

A harsh breath hisses out from beneath his helmet; it’s hard to tell whether it comes from exhaustion or amusement.

"At first, I thought I only wanted freedom: freedom from the Jedi's absurd rules, freedom to feel regret and anger, and freedom to follow my own desires," he answered flatly, as if what he desired were something ordinary, not the taking of lives. "But now I know what I truly want. I want to change; I want to liberate this universe from self-proclaimed guardians like you..."

His words stop abruptly. The silence that follows makes your heart tremble. You can feel his cold, burning rage—rage directed at the Jedi and rage directed at you.

"...And I would have achieved it sooner if I hadn’t been betrayed by someone.”

A scream rips from your throat, unprepared for the sudden, crushing weight of his boot as it slams hard into your shin. The sound of breaking bones is crystal clear. The pain is so intense that tears spring to your eyes, and your legs give way, no longer able to hold you up. But you don’t collapse completely, as Qimir still holds you upright, his grip on your arm unrelenting. His lightsaber is still pressed to your temple, while he turns to shake his head to warn Sol, who is ready to lunge forward again.

“Think about it, Sol. Why are you still trying to save her? She’s the reason you’re in this mess. Without her, you all might still be alive.”

The Sith Lord speaks with chilling indifference, completely unfazed by your whimpers as he presses his boot lightly against your broken leg, deliberately toying with your suffering. "But this one... she exposed me. So, now I have to kill every single last one of you."

You flinch, a cold shiver running down your spine. His voice—there’s something disturbingly strange about it, twisted and eerie, nothing like the Qimir you once knew.

Time is running out. Your heightened awareness warns you: he will kill Sol first, then possibly you.

You bite down hard on your lip, tasting blood. If there were any other way, you wouldn’t resort to this, but it’s the only option you know will work. And right now, there’s no other choice.

Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to speak, your voice as loud as you can manage.

"Please... don’t kill me. I’m pregnant!”

Silence falls instantly. Even the soft whisper of the wind seems unnaturally loud in the sudden stillness.

No one can see the expression behind his helmet, but you know without a doubt—he is shocked, utterly stunned by what he’s just heard.

And Sol notices it too—the brief moment when the Sith Lord’s guard drops, his grip on the lightsaber loosening without him realizing. It’s a tiny flaw, difficult to spot unless one is well-trained.

As if time stands still, Sol suddenly meets your glance, recognizing the purposeful look in your eyes.

In that heartbeat, he knows exactly what to do.

Everything takes place within seconds: the Jedi ignites his lightsaber, lunging forward with all his strength and slashing into Qimir’s arm—the arm holding the lightsaber—sending both blood and the weapon crashing to the ground. The Sith Lord’s yell echoes through the forest.

Seizing the moment, you slip from Qimir’s grasp effortlessly. Sol pulls you toward safety, shoving you in another direction and shouting, “Get to the ship, quickly! I’ll catch up!”

He will never catch up to me, you think, glancing back at Sol one last time before turning away. Both of you know it—fate is already sealed. Sol will not leave this place tonight, and neither will you.

You force your battered body to keep moving, relying on the one leg that still functions, though each step is agonizing, nearly unbearable. Finally, you give up, sighing in resignation. With your current condition, reaching the ship is impossible. Fate has blocked every path—unchangeable and irreversible.

The only option left is to face the consequences of the choices you have made.

Weary, you sit down on a large stone not far from where you were. Jedi corpses still litter the area. A deep sorrow weighs on your chest as your gaze falls upon the faces of the fallen, remembering that just hours ago, they were all still alive.

Human life is so fragile, you think. No matter how many times you witness death, you can never grow used to it.

The sky visibly darkens as clouds turn a dull gray. The scent of moisture in the air gradually mutes the smell of blood. Rain will come soon, but you make no move to seek shelter. You place a hand on your slightly swollen belly, feeling the tiny life forming inside—the fruit of an instinctual mistake—now becoming another life reaching for the future amidst an approaching catastrophe.

At four months, it’s hard for most to see, but your Bene Gesserit training allows you to know everything about the growing flesh within you. Events unfold exactly as you’ve foreseen, and when this child is born, the future is certain—the beginning of the Skywalker and the path of a new Kwisatz Haderach.

You don’t want this child to be born, but it’s beyond your control now. The intricate weave of fate and bloodlines over the millennia has led everything to this point. Regardless of how much you try to avoid or change it, the Kwisatz Haderach will come into existence. It happened with Jessica thousands of years ago, and now it’s happening to you.

“The Bene Gesserit believe they can control everything, but the one thing they can never control is fate.”

Paul Atreides’ words resonate in your consciousness. You recall him saying this when you first discovered the truth about what will transpire in the next century through the realm of Alam al-Mithal.

“Every action in the present is a gamble for a precarious future. You cannot dictate the outcome to be what you want, and you’ll never know what will happen next until you’ve already made your choice,” Paul had said.

You tremble, feeling both isolated and terrified. It’s a profound fear—so deep that you don’t know how to express it. You know the path ahead has already changed. The universe has deviated from its course because of your actions, yet you have no idea whether things will get better or worse.

You close your eyes, forcing your mind into rapid meditation, trying to regain control over your thoughts. You push yourself into an awareness of the countless probabilities of the future, alongside everything that has occurred in the past. Those paths stretch out in every direction, twisting and overlapping in a bewildering tangle like gazing at the rippling surface of water that constantly morphs.

In that haze of uncertainty, you witness Paul Atreides wielding a crysknife, locked in a life-or-death duel with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, as per the ancient tradition. He uses that knife to kill Feyd, claiming the title of Emperor on that very day.

This marks the first turning point of the universe.

Next, you find yourself pulling the trigger of a stun blaster, firing at Yord from behind to shield him from confronting Qimir, thus altering the fate that could have led him to his death today.

This is the second turning point.

The change doesn’t only affect Yord’s fate. The ripple effect expands, enveloping everything within the universe. Multiple branching paths start to converge, merging into a singular path.

Finally... you glimpse the true outcome of the path you've chosen, which will reveal itself in over a century.

This is the gamble you've already placed your bet on, for this purpose and for this moment.

"Qimir"

His name sounds strange when you utter it, as if it's not a name you're familiar with, and the man before you is not the man you know.

You understand why you feel this way: he is no longer your Qimir but The Stranger—the Sith Lord responsible for the slaughter of the Jedi.

He stands before you, unmasked, his dark eyes cold as ice, staring at you impassively. There’s no longer a need for him to hide. Every aspect of him, every dark secret, has been laid bare—just as everything about you has.

The man chuckles softly and moves even closer, cutting off any chance for you to escape. You swallow hard, trying to turn your face away from his intense gaze. But he doesn't let you. His fingers, wet with others' blood, dig into both of your cheeks, pressing hard enough to hurt, forcing you to look only at him.

"Surprised?" He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face, and whispers softly in your ear, "I told you, you can't run away from me."

His words are not merely a threat to you; they are the truth.

Because you both are bound by fate—an unbreakable karmic bond. No matter how much you try to run away from him, you will always be drawn back together. The only way to truly be free of him is death.

"I know, but a little effort wouldn't hurt, right?"

You respond, your tone almost playful, a smile still lingering on your pale face. It's as if everything is normal and under control, displaying no fear despite being at a complete disadvantage.

Your demeanor causes Qimir to furrow his brow, sensing something suspicious beneath your seemingly ordinary smile.

He doesn't quite understand, not until you slip your hand under your clothes.

Your body instinctively moves; muscle memory from years of training kicks in. In a flash, the knife hidden in your clothes flips into your palm, its sharp tip poised just inches from Qimir’s face.

You still remember every technique Qimir taught you—especially how to fight with a knife. You know you have numerous opportunities to thrust the knife into his vital points—his throat, neck, heart, or lungs.

But instead, you turn the knife on yourself. Without hesitation, without a second thought, you plunge it toward your own heart.

Before the knife pierces your flesh, Qimir's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist just in time. His dark eyes widen in shock, almost seeming terrified. Then, quickly, his expression twists into anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps.

"I thought you wanted me dead," you reply calmly, indifferent to his anger.

Qimir falls silent, appearing speechless for a moment. "I don't want you dead," he finally says, though he doesn’t seem certain of his own words.

It's changed again, you think, but this time, you feel an unusual sense of relief.

You're well aware that he could kill you at any moment. You’ve seen all the possibilities of how Qimir might end your life, and what just happened was one of those scenarios.

Even though you’re skilled at fighting, you know you could never match Qimir. Had you chosen to stab him moments ago, you would have failed, and he would have killed you without hesitation. You’d have met a miserable end right here, just like in the visions you’ve seen so many times before.

However, by choosing to turn the knife on yourself, you altered the course of events. Qimir was caught off guard, never expecting you would actually dare to do it.

You’ve made him angry, of course, but you’ve also ignited the fear he tries so hard to conceal. It reminds him of the time you drank the Water of Life and slipped into a near-death coma for weeks. During that time, Qimir had been frantic and panicked, not knowing how to save you and fearing that you might die.

Qimir may not realize it yet—or perhaps he’s unwilling to admit it. However, witnessing this moment again will eventually compel him to confront the truth: he doesn’t truly want you dead.

This is all part of your plan. Your reckless actions sow a seed of fear in Qimir’s heart, and from now on, the thought of killing you will never cross his mind again.

Since escaping from Qimir is impossible, you must ensure your safety while trapped by his side.

“But you broke my leg!” You pretend to remain defiant, pointing to your leg and matching his anger with your own. “And you held your lightsaber to my head. Now you’re telling me you don’t want me dead? How am I supposed to believe that?”

Qimir clenches his jaw, appearing as if he wants to grab and shake you until the frustration fades.

Instead of doing that, he lets go of you, stepping back slightly before letting out a long sigh, as if unsure how to deal with you.

“That’s because you betrayed me. The rest? I was just threatening that Jedi.” He speaks through gritted teeth, glancing at your leg before shrugging. “And I’m pretty sure a broken leg won’t kill anyone, will it?”

For a split second, you feel the urge to laugh at his sarcasm, even though there’s nothing remotely funny about this situation.

Both of you look worse for wear—blood-soaked and gravely injured. He’s just killed someone, almost killing you as well.

Who would’ve thought that the two of you would end up sitting across from each other, arguing back and forth like a foolish couple trying to figure out who’s right or wrong?

It feels strange how the tension between you both suddenly eases; for a brief moment, Qimir resembles the man you once knew.

You notice this subtle shift and realize this is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for. You quickly organize your thoughts and steady your emotions. Because there’s something important you need to discuss with Qimir—and this is the perfect moment to do so. There won’t be another chance.

“Qimir, I’ll help you,” you say firmly this time. “I don’t care how many Jedi you kill, but I have one condition.”

Qimir narrows his eyes, his sharp gaze scrutinizing your face as if searching for deception. He doesn’t trust you, especially after you betrayed him once and fled with the Jedi.

Yet, you don’t need to prove anything to him because Qimir needs you. Your power is what he desires, and across the galaxy, you’re the only one who possesses this unique ability.

Your assumption is correct. He finally nods. "What’s your condition?"

"The one person you cannot kill is Yord Fandar."

“Why?”

"Because I’ve seen a vision. He’s the only one who can kill you. You must avoid him," you say, though this isn’t the whole truth. Qimir has an equal chance of killing Yord himself, but it’s better to let him believe otherwise, to keep him away from Yord in the future. "But don’t worry. He won’t be a Jedi anymore after this."

You’re certain of this, as it’s what you’ve seen in your vision—a part of the altered path extending ahead.

The tragedy today will leave a permanent mark on Yord’s soul. Losing all his companions while he alone survives will haunt him like an unforgiveable sin. The guilt will gnaw at him, wearing him down until he can no longer bear the burden of being a Jedi.

Eventually, Yord will choose to leave the Order, turning his back on the Jedi way forever.

In many ways, Yord’s fate mirrors Qimir’s past. But there is one crucial difference: Yord never succumbs to the dark side. He has too much light within him to be overtaken by darkness. He becomes neither Sith nor Jedi, but a Wayseeker,[1] traveling the galaxy in search of the true meaning of life and the Force.

Yord’s life will take another turn when he reaches the planet Naboo, where he is destined to rescue the daughter of a noble family held for ransom by space pirates. This event leads to their falling in love, and Yord will eventually marry her, settling down to build a family and live out his days in peace.

His bloodline will continue, becoming a crucial variable in the future—a girl named Padmé Amidala.

In the future, she will be the love of Anakin Skywalker’s life and the primary reason for his fall to the Dark Side as a Sith Lord, plunging the galaxy into darkness. Yet, at the same time, Padmé’s existence will spark a new hope.

Luke and Leia Skywalker, the twins of Anakin and Padmé, will grow up to stop their father's devastation and restore balance to the Force.

Among the many paths branching through the stream of time, this is the only path where the Kwisatz Haderach faces total defeat.

"Promise me." You insist, eyes locked onto Qimir's with unwavering determination, barely blinking. "Promise me you will believe and do everything as I say."

"You ask for my trust after betraying me, my love?" He retorts sharply.

"You must trust me; you have no other choice." Your voice is calm, cold, and confident, as if you hold all the cards. "And neither do I, my love." The last line deliberately echoes his words.

You watch Qimir carefully, using the Bene Gesserit’s observation techniques. You notice the slight twitch at the corner of his lips—amusement mixed with satisfaction.

“You should have thought like this before betraying me," he murmurs, raising his hand. You have to force yourself not to flinch as his bloodstained fingers touch your cheek. "I have my own conditions, too."

You freeze, suddenly aware of the shifting dynamics. The familiar pressure returns, creeping in slowly and making the atmosphere heavy and uncomfortable. You immediately realize how serious Qimir is about his conditions.

This is a delicate moment for your fate, and you know you cannot afford to make a mistake.

You lower your gaze slightly, your voice dry and uncertain as you ask, "What do you want?"

"You," Qimir says with a teasing smile, though his tone betrays a far darker intent. "You belong to me. That means your life—whether you live or die—depends entirely on me. And don’t ever think about running away from me again."

His fingers trail up to your neck, brushing slowly over your shoulder. Each touch is tender, leaving you frozen as tension seeps through every muscle in your body.

"And I need to ensure this never happens again, even if it means breaking your other leg. But you won't force me to do that, will you?"

He means it, you realize. This is his way of letting you know he’ll forgive you this time, but there won't be a second act of mercy.

As you blink, fragments of the future flash before your eyes, disjointed glimpses of what’s to come—a warning, urging you to brace yourself.

You see countless more deaths on the horizon—deaths you'll help Qimir plan through your visions. You'll have to endure this torment, bitter and broken, haunted by the overwhelming guilt of what you’ve done for the rest of your life.

And you see yourself forever trapped, with Qimir watching your every move. You won't go anywhere without him or his permission. You will never be free again, like a bird with clipped wings.

This is the worst fate possible for you, yet you understand that this is the only path that holds a chance, the last hope to save the universe. You have no choice but to do whatever it takes to protect it, even if it means living as Qimir’s prisoner and forced to commit terrible atrocities for him, without question.

But it will be worth it. It has to be worth it. You reassure yourself silently as you nod slowly in response to Qimir.

He smiles faintly before leaning in to claim your lips in an intense kiss—a kiss that serves as both promise and a vow. His kiss is cold, reminiscent of a winter stripped of warmth, tinged with a metallic hint of blood. You don’t like it, but you don't push him away. You're too exhausted to resist, surrendering to fate and to Qimir.

There's nothing left for you to do but hope—hope that the path you've chosen is the right one.

Even though you will not live to witness the final outcome.

Footnotes:

[1] A Wayseeker is actually a position within the Jedi Order, referring to Jedi who want to carry out their duties independently of the Jedi Council's directives. However, in this fanfic, I don't consider Wayseekers to be Jedi like in canon; instead, I’m writing Wayseekers as independent Force users, completely separate from both Jedi and Sith.

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calypso707 · 1 year ago

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Hey hey could I maybe request gn!Changeling Tav? I was so disappointed I couldn’t play one in the game lololol

I think it's a good idea, I was inspired by the mirror scene with Astarion when I wrote it! Enjoy! ♥♥

OS - Astarion x Gn changeling reader : I see you.

You were a changeling, a very rare creature, of which there were very few in all of Faêrun. The few that survived became monsters or were used against their will as cunning spies, political envoys or assassins. Your past had constantly been punctuated by abuse, manipulation, torture and experiments of all kinds. You had done things that still haunt you today, under the yoke of evil masters. Until you were kidnapped by mind flayers during one of your missions. These creatures had used you and implanted a tadpole in your brain so that you could become one of them.

Luck was never on your side. That's what you thought until the Githyanki warriors attacked the ship you were on. You had miraculously survived the crash of their nautiloid, you hadn't yet turned into a purple being full of tentacles and you had made some very strange allies. In the end, now that you think about it, everything that had happened to you wasn't so bad - you'd been able to escape your twisted past. Of course, there were a few drawbacks, such as the friend who had made your brain his cosy nest and the fact that you were constantly in danger. But you preferred this new life, surrounded by loyal allies.

At first, they were sceptical about the idea of having a shapeshifter around, but your ability had proved very useful on several occasions. You were able to use it to manipulate and trick your enemies, something you knew how to do so well. But there was no point in fooling yourself, your past was going to catch up with you, one way or another. Either way, you didn't want to think about it now. You wanted some peace. You took a few minutes to wash yourself in the river, to get rid of the smell of blood and goblins that was sticking to your skin. You sat by the campfire to warm up, as the night air was particularly cool this evening. You continued to blot your hair with a clean cloth, your gaze lost in the ballet of flames before your eyes. It was quite late, and everyone had gone back to their usual activities: Shadowheart was meditating, Lae'zel was sharpening her blade to better slice through her enemies, Wyll was enjoying a fine wine, Gayle was practising his magic, and Karlach was lying on her straw mattress admiring the stars.

Your gaze lingered on Scratch, who was running around the camp with a bone in his mouth. You smiled at the animal's carefree attitude: he had lost his master but had found another home, and he seemed to enjoy it. He walked past Astarion's tent who was standing with his back to you, you could just see that he had a mirror in his hand. It was the first time you'd seen him with anything other than an old manuscript in his hands. A special bond had developed between you thanks to a common thread: your crooked past. You hadn't told him very much about your life before though. You were similar, two beings broken by their master. The only difference between you was perhaps his appetite for blood. You finally got up and approached him, curiously.

"Are you looking at something?" questioned the vampire.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Another disadvantage of my condition, the lack of reflection."

"Do you miss it? Seeing your face?" you questioned. And what a question, of course he must miss it. You were about to add something but Astarion answered anyway.

"Do I miss looking at my reflection out of sheer vanity? Of course I miss it. I haven't seen my new face since my eyes turned red and I grew fangs."

"What colour were they before?" you asked.

"I.. I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just a dark shape in my past now. Another thing I've lost." He spat before throwing the mirror to the ground, shattering it.

When the object hit the floor, you flinched slightly. You felt guilty for having brought back painful memories. You wanted to make up for it. You looked at him for a long time, squinted your eyes and took a step towards him. You learnt the contours of his ivory face by heart, the smallest detail to engrave it forever in your memory. You scrutinised his carmine eyes, which had the power to pierce any being, the slight wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that became more obvious when he smiled, laughed or got angry. His light hair that fell gracefully around his pointed ears, in pretty curls. His lips, slightly pink, on which you had placed countless kisses.

"What?" said Astarion, not understanding why you were watching him like that.

"I see you." you replied, looking at him.

"And tell me, what exactly do you see?"

"I'll show you," you said simply. "Close your eyes"

"What?"

"Shut up and close your eyes," you sighed.

Astarion looked at you, hesitant at first before finally closing his eyes. You didn't like it when your companions watched you transform, because it wasn't pleasant to watch in the first place, and on top of that, it was painful for you to change shape. You could feel your bones growing, your skin stretching, you could feel all the changes taking place in your body. But you were prepared to endure this discomfort to give Astarion comfort. And so you took on his appearance. You finally cleared your throat to get the vampire's attention, and he finally opened his eyes. He seemed surprised at first, deeply surprised and disturbed by what he had in front of him. His exact copy. He was so confused that he didn't know how to react.

"It's… Is it me?" said the former magistrate at last. "Is that what you see, every day?"

"Yes."

Astarion was examining you meticulously and he finally approached you, examining every detail of your face. Or rather his face. You could see the pain in his eyes, but also the gratitude. He was recapturing something he'd lost two centuries ago, seeing himself again for the first time. You could feel that your power was going to dissipate very soon due to fatigue, but you wanted to try and hold on. For his sake. He deserved it. He raised his hand to touch the white curls on your head but finally pulled back after a few long seconds and turned his head away, looking… So vulnerable. You shook your head to dispel your power and regain your appearance, and you came to regret your action.

"I'm sorry. That was inappropriate, maybe I shouldn't have…"

"No, no. It was a nice gift you gave me," Astarion said finally. "It simply reminded me of what I really am, a miserable spawn."

You could hear the pain in his voice and you moved closer, grabbing his face between your hands so that he would look at you, which he finally did. He wasn't a miserable spawn, he was a prisoner of his twisted past, he was still suffering from the abuses he had experienced, but he was more than just a spawn. He was an ally, a friend, a lover, and you wanted to cherish and spoil him until your heart stopped beating. You wanted him to see himself as you saw him.

"You are much more than what Cazador made you. You don't have to pay the price for your past, you're free now." you say, without taking your eyes off him. "You are Astarion, amateur of art, literature and old brandy. You are quick-witted, mischievous and impertinent, eloquent and incredibly charming. All these things define you more than your red eyes and fangs. And I'd like you to know how grateful I am to have you by my side."

Astarion looked at you, astonished by your words. He had let his guard down, in front of you, once again. He had allowed himself to do it, and every time you saw him like that, so vulnerable, your heart was writhing in your chest with pain. He was good at hiding his feelings, but with you he showed himself as he really was. A deeply broken soul trying to forget the weight of his past. The vampire wrapped his hand around your wrist, smiling slightly.

"I think I can live without mirrors. Besides, seeing yourself through someone else's eyes isn't so bad." replied Astarion. "Seeing myself through your eyes is enough for me"

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Thank you for reading it, feel free to check out my other writings on Astarion! ♥︎♥︎

Astarion x gn reader : On your skin (pt 1)

Astarion x gn reader : A thousand thanks

Astarion x gn reader : No place for love

Fic : Astarion x Fem! bard Tav : Fruit of the Poisonned Tree

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the-tamed-fox · 10 months ago

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Rue, why is your tree different from all others?

This question has been dwelling in my inbox for a while now. I apologize for the wait, but when I first received this question and thought about it, I... stumbled across a strange feeling. When I really think about my tree, I felt some kind of sadness, or nostalgia, or-- something, an emotion that washes over me and made me feel off. So, between this ask being sent and me typing out an answer now, I've been searching for answers. The full story is hidden below for those interested, but I can't promise I have an answer. I can only tell you what I do know.

I remember when the world was young, father created this tree along with me. It became my home, and the tree hasn't moved since - that's why it's seemingly in the middle of the city, father did not move the tree. I never really asked about it, why I have my tree as my home, while Cedric and Prototype have regular houses. It just never occurred to me as a question I should ask, but also it's because for as long as I have lived, the tree felt like... home. It felt right, it had what it takes to feel like home, but after focusing on why it felt like home I felt like the home-ness of it slowly disappeared. It's like a memory you remember so fondly but when you try to recall the details you end up forgetting more than you had remembered. That was what I already know at first, and I was going to leave that as the answer. But, I didn't feel satisfied with the answer. It feels like I should've known more about it? I lived with this tree for my whole life, but I can't remember why it was important, why father bestowed this tree to me, why it had significance to me specifically. Then, I... I never realized that I don't know much about myself, in the Old World. I know I existed there, because Cedric exists and he has his memory retained, while Prototype doesn't exist in the Old World and he's a robot. Every non-robot here originated from the Old World in one way, and I am clearly not a robot, right? If I close my eyes, I don't see a memory dump or the settings menu or anything, if I close my eyes I can daydream. I don't feel like a robot. Then, the more questions I asked the more I realized every facet of my life are taken for granted. Why did I call father my father? Why is Cedric and Prototype my brother, why am I here? At that point, I had more questions, enough that I asked Cedric about it. I asked Cedric if he can remember anything involving my tree or myself in the Old World, if I had ties with father or not. Cedric admits he doesn't have much information, but he remembered his house having a large tree. Then he told me that one day while he was a teenager, he saw our father outside and kneeling on the tree while just sobbing. He was crying for minutes, with his hat pressed on his face. Mother tried to comfort him and bring him inside, but father pushed him away. When I asked Cedric if he remembers anybody that could relate to me, he doesn't remember. His siblings were all male, he doesn't remember father bringing in a girl or even a co-worker that resembles me. At that point, I was too involved into wanting to know the answer, that I couldn't let go. I reached out to The World Machine, and I asked if they could remember anything while they were in the Old World. It took a while to coax everything out, especially since their memories were corrupted by themselves and their grief, but... nothing. They remembered nothing that could relate to me. ...why do I feel homesick for something I don't remember? It doesn't make sense, who was I in the Old World? Was I somebody important to father? If so, why did nobody remember me? Why don't I remember myself? What happened to myself? Why did father cry at my tree? I keep having these faint answers in my head, but then they get lost and I can't remember...

#os game rp #rue says #anon asks #onerole #os remembering thread

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anonymous-dentist · 1 year ago

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É bem simples de entender o pq do guapoverse e do pq as pessoas querem se distanciar do QSMP, elas só cansaram de qualquer coisa que falarem já receber xingamentos e xenofobia em ccat e dms e isso desde o purgatório que não podia fazer qualquer crítica ao server que já era chamado de hater.

Não sei se você lembra mas quem começou a espalhar o print da ex do Cellbit no twitter foram os patitos e isso pq foi o fandom do Cellbit que começou a fazer thread sobre todos os xingamentos principalmente em espanhol que já receberam e os patitos estavam tentando encobrir os comentários xenofóbicos com aquela acusação séria que a ex dele fez (além de que já faz tempo que a fanbase do Quackity odeia o Cellbit) e que fez o Cellbit escrever o pdf e então vem o Quackity fazer uma live que era para ser sobre a xenofobia que os fãs brasileiros estavam sofrendo principalmente da comunidade >DELE< e ele diz que as pessoas que fazem isso não são da comunidade dele quando claramente são, só nisso ele deu mais liberdade para os patitos continuarem fazendo e foi o que fizeram, desde essa live muita gente já estava pedindo pro Cellbit sair do QSMP e não ter mais que sofrer com vários e vários comentários de hate.

Então veio a polêmica com os adms e só deixou o pessoal com mais raiva pq aparentemente o dono do que deveria ser um server para juntar comunidades não se importava nenhum pouco com duas das comunidades internacionais que mais sofreram desde que foram anunciadas, acredito que você não saiba mas a reputação do QSMP aqui no Brasil está na merda, tem um monte de canais de opiniões no youtube que fizeram vídeos sobre o servidor e os comentários não são nada bons, tem gente que só conhece o servidor por causa disso e pelos casos de xenofobia.

Como a reputação do servidor tá terrível e ninguém entra mais e acho provável que alguns cc's saiam do projeto (se não acabar antes), o próprio Cellbit ignora tudo relacionado ao QSMP em live e a última vez que ele falou sobre foi na live dele durante a tatuagem de hollow knight que ele fez referência a guapoduo e só, teve outras vezes que apareceram coisas sobre o Richas e ele ignorou ou quando ele pediu para não mandarem fanarts do cubito dele no discord então as pessoas só decidiram criar um "universo" sem ter que nomear o servidor. (ps. vi que você respondeu uma ask falando que nunca colocam o Quackity em fics/aus de guapoduo/spiderbit e além de muita gente ter ficado com raiva dele também é pq já faz bastante tempo que o fandom dele fica reclamando que ele sempre fica "sobrando", isso também em irl então todo mundo só decidiu ignorar e não colocar mais para não ter mais problemas).

Eu particularmente acho bem triste todo o rumo que deu, ainda mais pq tenho a certeza absoluta que as comunidades nunca mais vão ser unidas do jeito que eram, mesmo se o servidor voltar.

(Desculpa por não ter escrito em inglês, acho que não conseguiria me expressar direito escrevendo em outra língua, espero que tenha traduzido tudo certo, tentei escrever sem gírias e abreviações, e tudo isso é minha visão sendo brasileira e participando da comunidade desde o começo)

Don't worry about the Portuguese!

And here is a translation that I have gotten thanks to a very kind person. I've been trying to translate this all day so everybody can read it, and here we go:

It's very simple to understand why guapoverse exists and why people want to distance themselves from the QSMP. They're tired everything they say is a reason to receive insults and xenophobia in ccat and dms, and that's since the purgatory, people couldn't criticize the server and they would get called haters. I don't know if you remember but the whole situation with Cellbit's ex was started by the patitos and all that because Cellbit's fandom made threads exposing the harassment they received (specially from spanish speakers) and patitos were trying to cover any comments about the xenophobia with Cellbit's ex serious accusation (also quackity's fanbase has been hating Cellbit for a long time). [Now this person is just recounting the situation and saying how bad quackity handled the xenophobia accusations and his community, saying people hating were not from his community when they clearly were.] Since his live [addressing the xenophobia] people were asking for Cellbit to leave the QSMP just so they wouldn't suffer hate anymore. Then came the admins situation and it just made everyone angrier, apparently the owner of a server made to join communities didn't care at all about two international communities that suffered the most since they were announced. I believe you don't know but QSMP's reputation in Brazil is shit. There are a lot of commentary YouTube channels that made videos about the server and the comments weren't good at all, there are people here that only know the server for it's xenophobia case. With the server's terrible reputation and no players entering, I think it's very likely some CC's leave the project (if it doesn't end), and Cellbit it's ignoring everything related to the QSMP in live. The last time he said anything about it was the Hallow Night tattoo live that he made a reference to guapoduo and that's it. There were other times people mentioned Richas and he ignored, he even asked people to not send fanarts of his cubito on discord, so people decided to create an universe without having to name the server (ps. I saw you answered an ask saying people never put Quackity in guapoduo/spiderbit fics/aus. There's lots of people mas at him and his fandom has been complaining for a long time he's usually alone in those so everyone decided to ignore and not add him to avoid problems.) I, particularly, think the way things have been going for the server is really sad, even more because I'm completely sure the communities will never be as united as they once were, even if the server comes back.

#asks!#anon!

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haastera · 1 year ago

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Murder Drone Memories

-UZI searching around in N and V's reformatted memories at the start of Ep2 was the catalyst that caused the two of them to begin remembering the mansion. It was not an inevitable process of N and V remembering more and more the longer they went without having their minds wiped.

-V's memories came back to her quicker than N's in the months between Ep2 and 3.

-However V did not remember everything as she evidently still believed the humans sent them as of Ep4. "We do our jobs and that thing leaves us alone". Why would she still put the mission first if she knew CYN sent them?

Watching the Zombie drones tape in Ep5 brought everything back as it triggered N and V's memories of being Zombie Drones found and repaired by Tessa. The Solver automatically tries to once again suppresses these pre-conversion memories, eventually trying to delete N and V's entire OS when they resisted.

So N and V were not routinely having their memories wiped by the Solver as Murder Drones. They only had their worker drone memories wiped upon their initial conversion and experienced no memory tampering until Ep5.

All of this is extremely apparent and self-evident to the viewer.

It's wild how much of this series lore requires you to actively search for it in the background and connect the threads yourself.

#murder drones #murder drones details #murder drones n #murder drones v #md v #md n #serial designation v murder drones #serial designation n

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e-malehusband · 2 months ago

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im at the hospital and bored so uh. doing a selfship lore thing askgame except i answer everything and you dont send anything. yay!

🖋️ Pen: Say a fact about your lore or yourself/self-insert, it can be absolutely anything! Short or long winded!

Rose is a Darkner from Cyber City (specifically the beach areas), which in my fanon is a mix of LA and Nice, France. He's from a rare mosquito-like species who's Light World form is likely a real mosquito- he's not very 'Cyber' as a result, which people did bully him for.

🎨 Palette: Paint a picture with your words! What is a scene featuring yourself/self-insert that would fit into the source of your f/o? It can be anything!

The car shop looked like a glass cage, with its windows on every square inch to show off the various car models, all visible from the outside to attract potential customers. Alas, there was only two people- one being the car salesman himself.

He looked beyond nervous, clearly not used to greeting customers- his 'typical addison pose' was shaky, and his smile was trembling with insecurity. He stumbled, seemingly asking his customer what he could help him with, but the words came out in the wrong order and with a stutter. The car salesman swore, then caught himself, apparently remembering that he's not supposed to swear in front of customers- lest they go and never come back; or worse. Leave a one star review on Koble, the newest professional app to point fingers at struggling people.

However what the salesman didn't know, is that his customer was a non-judgmental man, who didn't mind jitters and was inquiring about car models 'best for beginners who play more mario kart than gta'. This broke the awkwardness, making the salesman break character and giggle, only to explain car models at talking speeds never seen by Darknerkind before. The customer unfortunately did NOT catch every word racing out the salesman's mouth, but he got the jist and felt like trying a car... Of course, the salesman joined, sitting next to him on the passenger seat, still talking at 400 miles per hour. Despite the literally non-stop stream of words the salesman spoke, the customer stayed focused on the road and enjoyed the feeling of the car. And the presence of the funny salesman... He was definitely going to come back to 'ask further about the car' and, hopefully, ask the salesman to go out for a drink/meal, as ambitious as that may be...

🧵Thread: What would you/your self-insert wear in the source your f/o is from? It can be multiple outfits or just one! Bonus: Do you have a weapon? If so, describe it or show it!

Rose wears his regular simple rose suit by default, but he has many outfits, and one that could fit Cyber City's aes is his SeaVenompunk outfit. No weapons, uses roses and thorns bullets.

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

A Rosequitocore song right here, and THE song for us both 💖

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

im currently at the hospital for severe anemia so. Projectingggggg my super cool and fun affliction into canon lore... Cause is too complicated even in real life, but surely ill recover! Spamton is besides himself, seeing me struggle with taking a few steps and getting so out of breath- so he shoves aside his own insecurities and cooks (something he doesn't usually do because he's not good at it), cleans and brings medicine for me all while giving warm cuddles...

📆Calendar: What was the most special day to date for yourself/self-insert? It could be anything!

The wedding date day in summer (i dont remember the exact date on top of my fatigued head)! it's in the city i want to live in and we go on walks by the beautiful landscapes, and end the night with a pizza on the hills' heights!

🔥Flame: Do you/your self-insert have an enemy? If so, who is it and why are they so hated? What was a particularly heated moment between you two?

Yes, Spamton's not so good friends Pink and Orange :( in my fanon they're irredeemable and i yelled at them for giving Spamton so much insecurity that he takes dangerous 'too good to be true' deals. and for generally treating him as 'lesser' so insistently that he started believing it 💔

🎆Fireworks: Do you/your self-insert have any powers or abilities? If so, what are they and how do they manifest?

Rose is a Darkner so he has basic darkner bullet abilities- as well as the incredible power to simultaneously remember horror fiction stories and also forget the important ones forever

🕯️Candle: Do you/your self-insert have a secret? If so, what is it and why do they keep it to themselves? Is it dark and mysterious or something small, yet impactful?

do kniks count as secrets

🌧️Rain: What was the saddest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who in canon knows about it?

For me i think it was the moment i realized how bad some of his 'friends' were and how they reminded me of my own experiences. How they twisted Spamton's brain into being the fifth wheel and the 'shameful one' of the friend group. Spamton knows about it because i told him this wasn't normal to have 'friends' like that and that he deserves better

☄️Comet: What was a moment where you/your self-insert really shined? This can be a badass moment, a moment where you felt important to the overall lore, or just a really cool and important moment!

my fav thing in the world is to make him feel better about himself- his appearance, his personality- everything he was previously shamed for. Making him happy/happier is my thing!!

🌈Rainbow: What was the happiest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who all shared that happiness with you in canon?

the 'future' setting post wedding and post partial puppetfication, where we're married and he's on T and way WAY more confident. We're both older and different looking in the future, ill draw it one day...

#thats a post i made!#addirose

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princesssdark88 · 1 year ago

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Ateez like Boyfriends: Divorce 💍💔

♡ Lembrando a todos que este post é meramente ilustrativo, e feito apenas para divertimento dos fãs. ♡ Reminding everyone that this post is merely illustrative, and made just for the amusement of fans.

Jongho

Provavelmente ia ser ele a pedir o divórcio primeiro.

Depois de você falar sobre divórcio, vai ficar incrédulo e perguntar "Como assim? Mas isso não tava nos nossos planos!".

Vai pedir pra você lista os motivos de querer se separar porque não acredita que tenha motivo pra isso.

Vai ouvir tudo que você falar com cara séria, mas vai rir e dizer "pode para!" quando você disser que a culpa disso também é dele.

Vai sugeri a terapia de casal.

"Mas eu nunca te traí!!! 😢 Você me traiu? 🤔 Como você pôde me trair se eu sou um marido maravilhoso! 😢 Não sou?? 🤔 NÃO SOUUUU! 👀"

Vai começa a anda pela casa e grita "YAAAAAAA" enquanto fala "eu não tô acreditando".

Vai dormi no sofá e durante a noite vai fica pensando o que te fala pra você muda de ideia.

Vai deixa o apartamento pra você, mas diz que na verdade só queria uma coisa, e dizer que é você porque te ama muito ainda.

Vai fala que vai pedir separação de bens, só pra quando for ir buscar as coisas pode dizer "Isso aqui a gente compro daquela vez, lembra?" e assim tenta te fazer lembra do quanto vocês eram felizes juntos.

Vai arquiva as fotos de vocês, mas vai deixa as do casamento e as primeiras de vocês como um último fio de esperança.

As vezes vai manda mensagens fingindo que é sem quere só pra ver se você se arrepende.

Vai aparece toda semana no apartamento dizendo que esqueceu algo só pra ver você.

Vai fingi que anda sem aliança, mas na verdade vai anda com ela pendurada num cordão no pescoço.

Nunca vai chora na sua frente, mas seus amigos vão conta que ele vive falando e chorando por você nos encontros de amigos.

___________________________ 💔___________________________

He was probably going to be the first to file for divorce.

After you talk about divorce, he'll be incredulous and ask, "What do you mean? But that wasn't in our plans!".

He'll ask you to list the reasons you want to break up because don't believe you have a reason to do so.

He'll listen to everything you say with a straight face, but then he'll laugh and say "you can stop" when you say it's his fault too.

He will suggest couples therapy.

"But I never betrayed you!!

He was probably going to be the first to file for divorce.

After you talk about divorce, he'll be incredulous and ask, "What do you mean? But that wasn't in our plans!".

He'll ask you to list the reasons you want to break up because don't believe you have a reason to do so.

He'll listen to everything you say with a straight face, but then he'll laugh and say "you can stop" when you say it's his fault too.

He will suggest couples therapy.

"But I never betrayed you!! 😢 Did you cheat on me? 🤔 How could you cheat on me if I'm a wonderful husband! 😢 Am I not?? 🤔 I'M NOTTTTTT! 👀 ".

He starts walking around the house and yells "YAAAAAAA" while saying "I can't believe it".

He'll sleep on the couch and during the night he'll be thinking what tells you changes your mind.

He'll leave the apartment for you, but he says he really only wanted one thing and say it's you because he loves you so much.

He says he's going to ask for separation of assets, only so that when he goes to pick up things he can say "We'll buy this this time, remember?" and tries to remind you of how happy you were together.

He'll archive the photos of you, but he'll leave the wedding photos and the first ones of yours as a last thread of hope.

Sometimes, he'll text you pretending it's unintentional just to see if you regret it.

He'll show up at the apartment every week saying he forgot something just to see you.

He's going to pretend he's walking without a wedding ring, but he's actually going to walk with her hanging from a cord around his neck.

He will never cry in front of you, but his friends will tell him that he is always talking and crying for you at friends' gatherings.

Wooyoung

"AH, VOCÊ QUER SE DIVORCIA DE MIMMM!!!! Ô GAROTA, TÚ TÁ MALUCA?"

Vai dizer que você não tem motivos pra se divorcia porque ele é o marido perfeito.

Vai acha que tudo é brincadeira e ficar rindo alto e batendo palmas.

Quando você ficar com a expressão séria e falar que é real, ele vai pedi pra você para e vai muda de expressão rapidamente.

"É SÉRIO?? PORQUE? MAS A GENTE SE AMA! OLHA SE FOI O QUE EU FIZ/FALEI ONTEM, DESCULPA, VOCÊ SABE QUE AS VEZES EU PASSO DOS LIMITES, MAS ASSIM…"

Vai começa a fica nervoso e a fala usando as mãos.

Vai fica tentando te abraça e te pedindo desculpa, fazendo carinho no seu rosto com cara de menino levado.

Quando conversarem, ele vai interrompe a conversa toda hora seja pra fala, seja pra anda pela casa inconformado.

Vai fica brabo, vai pra cozinha e começa a bate as coisas.

"E PORQUE VOCÊ NÃO FALOU??? A GENTE É CASADO, EU SOU SEU MARIDO, VOCÊ NÃO VAI ME DÁ UMA CHANCE NEM DE SALVA NOSSO CASAMENTO!".

Você nunca viu ele tão sério na vida.

Ele não vai consegui esconde o quanto tá chateado e magoado por aquela situação.

Quando você disser que vai embora, ele vai dizer pra você ir, mas depois vai se arrepende.

Vão fica semanas sem se fala porque ambos são birrentos e não querem dar o braço a torce.

Vai arquiva as fotos de vocês, e as vezes vai posta mensagens com referências que só vocês saberiam reconhece.

Vai começa a postar várias fotos sensuais pra ver se você se arrepende.

Quando se encontrarem, ele vai pedi mais um chance e dizer que errou e que não sabe fica sem você e que esse tempo longe provo isso.

Vai chora muito quando vocês terminarem.

Não vai aceita bem o divórcio e nem ficar longe de você.

Vai deixa você fica no apartamento mas vai ir mora num apartamento no mesmo prédio, só pra ter o prazer de cruza com você as vezes.

Vai vive mando mensagens, e as vezes quando bebe vai te liga dizendo que te ama e que sente sua falta.

As vezes vai te visita depois de bebe, e vocês vão acaba brigando por isso.

No dia seguinte vai pedir desculpas mas vai fazer de novo e de novo.

Sempre que te encontra vai fica com cara de esperançoso e fica te elogiando quando passar por você.

Os amigos de vocês vão dizer que ele é tá insuportável sem você e que passa as noites bebendo falando de vocês quando tá de folga.

___________________________ 💔___________________________

"OH, YOU WANT TO DIVORCE ME!!! HEY GIRL, ARE YOU CRAZY?"

He'll say you have no reason to divorce him because he's the perfect husband.

He'll think it's all a joke and laughs out loud and claps his hands.

When you get a serious expression and tell him it's real, he'll ask you to stop and he'll quickly change his expression.

"REALLY?? WHYY? BUT WE LOVE EACH OTHER! LOOK IF THAT'S WHAT I DID/SAID YESTERDAY, I'M SORRY, YOU KNOW SOMETIMES I CROSS THE LINE, BUT LIKE THIS…"

Will start to get nervous and speak using his hands.

He keeps trying to hug you and apologize to you, caressing your face and looking like a mischievous boy.

When you talk, he will interrupt the conversation all the time, either to talk or to walk around the house unhappy.

He'll get angry, go to the kitchen and start banging things up.

"AND WHY DIDN'T YOU SPEAK??? WE'RE MARRIED, I'M YOUR HUSBAND, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO EVEN SAVE OUR MARRIAGE!".

You've never seen him so serious in your life.

He won't be able to hide how upset and hurt he is by that situation.

When you say you're leaving, he'll tell you to go, but then he'll regret it.

You're going to go weeks without speaking because you're both tantrums and don't want to acknowledge who's wrong.

He'll archive your photos, and sometimes he'll post messages to you with references that only you would know recognizes.

He'll start posting a bunch of sexy pics to see if you regret it.

When they meet, he'll ask for one more chance and say that he made a mistake and that he doesn't know he will be without you and that this time away proves it.

You're going to cry a lot when you're done.

He won't take divorce well or stay away from you.

He'll let you stay in the apartment but he'll go live in an apartment in the same building, just to have the pleasure of crossing paths with you sometimes.

He keeps sending you messages, and sometimes when he drinks he calls you saying that he loves you and that he misses you.

Sometimes he'll visit you after drinking, and you'll end up fighting about it.

The next day he'll apologize, but he'll do it again and again.

Whenever he meets you, he will look hopeful and praise you when he passes you by.

Your friends will tell you that he's unbearable without you and that he spends his nights drinking talking about you when he's off duty.

Yunho

Não vai ouvir você fala porque vai tá prestando atenção no jogo do computador.

"Você falou o quê? Divórcio?" e vai fica te olhando tipo "mulher, brincadeira tem hora!".

Vai segura sua mão e senta com você pra você conversa olhando no olho dele.

Já vai tá com os olhos cheios de lágrimas enquanto você tiver falando.

"Você não me ama mais?? Se a culpa é minha, me deixa tenta de novo!" *aqui você já desistiu do divórcio, admita!*.

Vai tenta argumenta, mas vai chora e não seguir falar, porque tá chorando e as palavras não saem.

Vai dormi na sala mas vai passa a noite em claro e ficar indo até a porta do quarto pra te pedi pra desisti dessa ideia.

Vai pedi um tempo pra vocês refletirem sobre a relação.

Não vai aceita bem o divórcio, mas diz que vai te deixa livre porque sabe que você vai volta porque ninguém te ama como ele.

Não vai apaga as fotos de vocês das redes sociais.

Não vai quere nada que deu pra você de volta e vai leva uma caixa com lembrança de vocês pra tenta mata a saudades.

Vai toca a música de vocês na rádio e dizer "essa é pra uma pessoa especial".

Vai volta pra casa dos pais e as vezes à noite escreve mensagens pra você mas não vai enviar.

As vezes vai posta stories com mensagens subliminares pra você.

Vai posta foto mostrando que ainda usa a aliança pra garanti que você saiba que ninguém vai ocupa o seu lugar por enquanto.

Vai pedi pros amigos em comum de vocês tentarem convence você a voltarem.

___________________________ 💔___________________________

He won't listen to you talking because he'll be paying attention to the computer game.

"You said what? Divorce?" and he'll be looking at you like "woman, are you kidding?".

He'll hold your hand and sit with you so you can talk, looking him in the eye.

It's going to be teary-eyed while you're talking.

"Don't you love me anymore?? If it's my fault, let me try again!" here you've already given up on the divorce, admit it!.

He'll try to argue, but he'll cry and not keep talking, because he's crying and the words won't come out.

He's going to sleep in the living room but he's going to stay up all night and keep going to the bedroom door to ask you to give up on this idea.

He will ask for time for you to reflect on the relationship.

He won't take the divorce well, but he says he will leave you free because he knows you'll come back because no one loves you like he does.

It won't delete your photos from social media.

He won't want anything he gave you back and will take a box with a souvenir of you to try to kill the nostalgia.

He'll play your song on the radio and say "this one's for a special person".

He goes back to his parents' house and sometimes at night he writes messages to you but doesn't send them.

Sometimes he'll post stories with subliminal messages for you.

Go post a photo showing that he still wears the wedding ring to make sure you know that no one will take his place for now.

Go ask your mutual friends to try to convince you to come back.

Hongjoong

Vai fica te olhando tentando entender a situação.

"Mas a gente não tava bem? O que tá acontecendo?".

Vai começa a ri de nervoso e pedi pra você para de brincadeira.

Quando a ficha cair, vai senta no sofá e esconde o rosto nas mãos e começar a chora.

Vai dizer que te ama muito, e que não entende a situação e te pedi mais uma chance.

Vai dizer que se você quiser um tempo, ele vai aceita. Vai te abraça te pedindo murmurando pra não ir embora.

Vai pedir pra você dormir com ele nem que seja apenas pra fica segurando a mão dele.

Vai tenta te agrada de várias formas pra você muda de ideia.

Não vai consegui trabalha porque fica pensando em você e escrevendo música pedindo pra você fica.

Vai aceita você ir embora depois de muita conversa e muito choro.

Vai liga pra mãe e pedir colo.

Quando postar fotos vai sempre posta uma que remete a vocês.

Não vai apaga as fotos de vocês e ainda vai edita algumas dizendo que aquele foi um dos momentos mais especiais da vida dele e que você sempre vai ser especial pra ele.

Vai pergunta se pode te liga as vezes e te manda algum som pra você dizer o que acha, como fazia antes.

Vai manda mensagens quando ver que aconteceu coisas boas com você e dizer que torce pela sua felicidade.

Os amigos de vocês vão dizer que ele bebe e fica contando histórias de vocês e que não aguentam mais ele chorando.

Vai seguir usando a aliança por um tempo, depois vai muda de dedo e seguir usando como um anel.

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He keeps looking at you trying to understand the situation.

"But weren't we okay? What's going on?".

He'll start laughing nervously and ask you to stop joking.

When he understands, he will sit on the couch and hide his face in his hands and start crying.

He'll say he loves you very much, and that he doesn't understand the situation and I asked you for one more chance.

He will tell you that if you want a break, he will accept it and hug you asking you not to leave.

He'll ask you to sleep with him, maybe only to hold his hand.

It will try to please you in various ways so that you change your mind.

He won't get it to work because he's thinking about you and writing music asking you to stay.

Will accept you to leave after a lot of talking and a lot of crying.

He'll call his mom and ask for a hug.

When he posts photos, he will always post one that refers to you.

He won't delete your photos and he will also edit some saying that it was one of the most special moments of his life and that you will always be special to him.

He'll ask if he can call you sometimes and send you some sound so you can say what you think, like he did before.

He will send you messages when he sees that good things have happened to you and tell him that he is rooting for your happiness.

Your friends will tell you that he drinks and keeps telling you stories and that they can't stand him crying anymore.

You'll keep wearing the wedding ring for a while, then change the wedding ring to another your finger, and keep wearing it like a ring.

San

Já vai saber pela sua expressão que o assunto é sério, e fica sério na hora.

"Como assim separar? Não aceito isso! Não quero!".

Vai fica furioso e dizer que você não tá pensando direito.

De 5 em 5 minutos vai dizer: "Vo te dá um tempo pra pensa".

Vai pedi pra vocês fazerem terapia de casal.

Vai dizer que te dá um tempo pra refleti, mas na verdade não aceita fica longe de você.

Vai passa os dias seguintes emburrado e brabo.

Não vai consegui foca no trabalho porque só pensa em como te reconquista.

Fica irritado só de pensa em você ir embora de casa.

Diz que vai deixa você fica no apartamento, mas inventa mil desculpas pra ir lá toda semana.

Um dia vai bebe e acaba indo para no apartamento de vocês, mas depois vai pedir desculpas e dizer que nunca mais vai fazer isso.

Nesse dia vai chora, vai ajoelha, vai implora pra volta e fazer mil declarações quando você abrir a porta, mas logo vai cansa e dormi no sofá.

Não vai apaga as fotos do casamento, mas vai edita a descrição falando sobre como você foi importante na vida dele, mas vai arquiva as outras fotos de vocês dois.

No começo vai manda mensagens pedindo pra volta, depois vai manda mensagens nem que seja só de bom dia e boa noite, só pra você sabe que ele ainda não vai desistir.

Vai fica perguntando pros amigos de vocês se você tá saindo com alguém.

Quando se encontrarem de novo, vai fica te observando, falando pro amigos o quanto você ainda mexe com ele, e uma hora vai chega perto pra fala com você.

Seus pais vão fala que ele liga as vezes pra eles, e aparece lá porque gosta deles, mas que ele não queria que você soubesse pra não parece que ele tá forçando.

Vai fica usando a aliança por um bom tempo, e depois usar ela num colar pois ainda acredita num retorno.

Vai seguir acompanhando sua vida discretamente e quando souber que algo bom aconteceu, vai fica feliz por você.

Depois de um tempo vai manda mensagem pra vocês voltarem a se fala e tentarem seguir como amigos.

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He'll already know by your expression that the matter is serious, and it gets serious right away.

"What do you mean to separate? I don't accept that! I don't want to!".

You'll get mad and say you're not thinking straight.

Every 5 minutes he will say "I'll give you some time to think".

He's going to ask you to go to couples therapy.

He'll say he gives you some time to reflect, but he doesn't really accept being away from you.

He will spend the next few days sulking and angry.

He won't be able to focus on work because he only thinks about how to win you back.

He gets annoyed at the thought of you leaving home.

He says he'll let you stay in the apartment, but he makes up a thousand excuses to go there every week.

One day he'll drink and end up in your apartment, but then he'll apologize and say he'll never do it again.

On that day he'll cry, he'll get down on his knees, he'll beg you to come back and make a thousand declarations when you open the door, but soon he'll get tired and sleep on the couch.

It won't delete the wedding photos, but it will edit the description talking about how important you were in his life, but it will archive the other photos of the two of you.

At first he will send messages asking to come back, then he will send messages even if it is just good morning and good night, just so you know that he will not give up yet.

He'll keep asking your friends if you're dating someone.

When they meet again, he'll watch you, tell his friends how much you still mess with him, and one day he'll come close to talk to you

Your parents will tell you that he calls them sometimes, and shows up because he likes them, but that he didn't want you to know so it doesn't seem like he's forcing it.

He'll be wearing the wedding ring for a long time, and then wear it on a necklace because he still believes in a comeback.

He will continue to follow your life discreetly and when he knows that something good has happened, he will be happy for you.

After a while, he'll send you a message to get back in touch and try to stay friends.

Yeosang

Vai fica com cara de confuso e depois vai começa a ri sozinho porque não tá entendendo a situação.

"Divórcio?? Mas a gente não caso ontem??".

Vai pedi pra você senta e vocês vão fica horas conversando.

Ele as vezes vai levanta, fica balançando a cabeça em negação e dizer "Tá, mas, a gente tem que se separa porque mesmo??".

Vai fica magoado de você nunca ter falado sobre o que te incomodava e dizer que a culpa é dele de não ter notado também.

Vai pedi pra vocês tirarem um tempo longe um do outro.

Vai marca de vocês se verem de novo e já vai chega com cara de cachorro abandonado.

Vai pedi pra você considera tudo que viveram juntos, e se não der de continuar, vai entender a sua opção.

Vai te pedi um beijo de despedida.

Vai tenta não chora na sua frente, mas vai fica olhando pra baixo quando você tiver indo embora.

Vai pedi pra fica no apartamento, mas depois vai se senti muito sozinho e dizer que se você quiser fica, ele volta pro dormitório dos meninos.

Vocês vão fica sem fala no começo, mas depois ele vai manda mensagem quando quiser pega algo no apê.

Quando ele for no apartamento e você não tiver ele vai fazer algo pra você saber que ele esteve lá tipo cozinhar algo pra você, dobrar suas roupas, arruma sua cama…

As vezes vão se encontra esporadicamente e fica conversando pois ainda vão seguir amigos.

Ele vai arquiva as fotos de vocês pra você se sentir livre pra fazer o mesmo.

As vezes ele vai posta foto do céu a noite com a música de vocês pra dizer que sente sua falta.

Os amigos de vocês vão comenta que ele senti muito a sua partida e não parece mais feliz como antes.

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He'll look confused and then he'll start laughing to himself because he doesn't understand the situation.

"Divorce?? But didn't we get married yesterday??".

He'll ask you to sit down and you'll spend hours talking.

He will sometimes get up, shake his head in denial and say "Okay, but, we have to separate because really??".

He'll be hurt that you never talked about what bothered you and tell him that it's his fault that didn't notice it too.

He's going to ask you to take some time away from each other.

It's going to be a mark of you seeing each other again and he'll arrive looking like an abandoned dog.

He'll ask you to consider everything you've lived together, and if you can't continue, he'll understand your choice.

He'll ask you for a kiss goodbye.

He'll try not to cry in front of you, but he'll be looking down when you're gone.

He'll ask him to stay in the apartment, but then he'll feel very lonely and say that if you want to stay, he'll go back to the boys' dorm.

The two of you will not speak to each other at first, but then he will text you whenever he wants to get something from the apartment.

When he goes to the apartment and you don't have him, he'll do something to let you know he's been there, like cook something for you, fold your clothes, make your bed…

Sometimes, you'll meet sporadically and you'll be chatting because you'll still be following friends.

He'll archive your photos so you feel free to do the same.

Sometimes he'll post a picture of the night sky with your music to tell you he misses you.

Your friends will comment that he is very sorry for his departure and doesn't seem as happy as he used to.

Mingi

Vai acha que é brincadeira, vai fica rindo e dizendo "ah, tá me tirando, garota!".

Quando a fica cair, vai fica com cara de triste e fazer beiço.

"PORQUÊ? A GENTE NÃO TAVA BEM?? O QUE HOUVE?? EU FIZ ALGO ERRADO??? ME DIZ! VAMO RECOMEÇA!".

Vai fica emotivo e vai chora horrores no banheiro pra você não ver, mas você vai ouvir tudo.

Vai fica de 5 em 5 minutos perguntando se você tem certeza de que é isso que quer fazer.

Vai dormi na sala, mas vai passa a noite indo até o seu quarto falando que não consegue dormi e que quer conversa.

Não vai aceita bem o divórcio, e te ver ir embora vai parti o coração dele.

Vai envia mensagens dizendo que é melhor vocês terem um tempo pra refletir sobre tudo.

Vai para de postar fotos, e vai começa a compor músicas sobre seus sentimentos e a relação de vocês.

Quando se encontrarem de novo, vai pedir para conversarem.

Vai pedi mais uma chance, mas ao ouvir "não" vai dizer que vai seguir em frente.

Vai deixa o apartamento, e apaga as fotos de vocês assim que oficializarem o divórcio.

Vai seguir usando a aliança por um tempo, mas depois vai guarda.

Depois de um tempo vai envia mensagem perguntando como anda sua família e que gostaria de rever seus pais pois gosta muito deles.

Vai usa isso como desculpa para seguirem se falando e voltarem a ser amigos.

Seus amigos em comum vão fala que ele sofreu muito mas que não quer que você saiba pois quer parece um homem forte na sua frente.

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He'll think it's a joke, he'll be laughing and saying "oh, you're taking me out, girl!".

When he understands, he'll look sad and make a crying face.

"WHY? WEREN'T WE OKAY?? WHAT HAPPENED?? I'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG??? TELL ME! LET'S START AGAIN!".

He'll get emotional and cry in the bathroom so you don't see, but you'll hear it all.

You'll spend every 5 minutes asking if you're sure that's what you want to do.

He sleeps in the living room, but he spends the night going to his room saying that he can't sleep and that he wants to talk.

He's not going to take a divorce well, and watching you walk away will break his heart.

He'll send you messages telling you better take some time to think about everything.

He's going to stop posting pictures, and he's going to start writing songs about his feelings and his relationship.

When you meet again, he'll ask you to talk.

He'll ask for one more chance, but when he hears "no" he'll say he'll move on.

He'll leave the apartment, and he'll delete the photos of you as soon as you make the divorce official.

He'll keep wearing the wedding ring for a while, but then he'll keep it.

After a while he will send a message asking how his family is doing and that he would like to see his parents again because he likes them very much.

He'll use it as an excuse for you to keep talking and become friends again.

Your mutual friends will tell you that he has suffered a lot, but that he doesn't want you to know because he wants to look like a strong man in front of you.

Seonghwa

"Separação? COMO ASSIM SEPARAÇÃO??".

Vai desmaia, e quando acorda vai dizer que sonho que você tinha pedido divórcio e vai começa a ri de nervoso.

Não vai aceita, vai começa a chora desesperado.

"Como assim você não me ama mais? o que eu fiz de errado?? eu posso conserta! Me dá outra chance!".

Vai fica brabo porque você não falou com ele sobre as coisas que te incomodavam antes.

Ele vai te pedi um tempo pra vocês pensarem melhor.

Vocês vão se abraça e ele vai te segura com força como se não quisesse te solta mais.

Quando se encontrarem de novo, vai te pedi pra vocês tentarem mais vez.

Vai dizer que entende você, mas que se isso for o que você realmente quer ele não vai impedir você.

Vocês acham melhor vender o apartamento, apesar dele dizer que gostaria que você ficasse nele.

Não aceita nada que ele te deu de volta.

Diz que espera que vocês continuem amigos.

Diz que vai te ama sempre e que se precisar ele sempre vai te apoiar.

Não vai apaga as fotos de vocês, e no começo ainda vai posta mensagens pra você.

Vocês vão seguir se falando as vezes e vão visita os pais um do outro nos aniversários.

Vai fazer questão de posta fotos sério pra você percebe que ele não é feliz sem você.

Vai manter a aliança no dedo mesmo depois de muito tempo.

Seus amigos vão conta que quando ele sai pra bebe, ele chora falando de você e canta músicas tristes dizendo "Eu amo aquela mulher, mas ela me abandono"

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"Separation? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SEPARATION??".

He will faint, and when he wakes up he will say that dream that you had filed for divorce and will start laughing nervously.

He won't accept it, he'll start crying in despair.

"What do you mean you don't love me anymore? What did I do wrong?? I can fix it! Give me another chance!".

He'll get mad because you didn't talk to him about the things that bothered you before.

He's going to ask you for some time to think better of it.

You're going to hug each other and he's going to hold you tight like he doesn't want to let go of you anymore.

When you meet again, he'll ask you to try again.

He'll say he understands you, but if that's what you really want, he won't stop you.

You both think it's better to sell the apartment, even though he says he'd like you to stay in it.

Don't take anything he gave you back.

Says he hopes you'll stay friends.

He says he will always love you and that if you need him he will always support you.

It won't delete your photos, and in the beginning it will still post messages to you.

You'll keep talking to each other sometimes and visit each other's parents on birthdays.

He'll make a point of posting serious pictures so you realize he's not happy without you.

Will keep the wedding ring on your finger even after a long time.

His friends will tell him that when he goes out to baby, he cries talking about you and sings sad songs saying "I love that woman, but she abandons me".

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