I love your story and writing style!! Each chapter is long yet doesn't feel like it at all!
Oh! If I'm not wrong (forgive me as I have bad memories), Chuuya is slowly getting weaker in exchange Fyodor getting stronger(?)
IT MAKE ME THINK. IS HE DYING??? IS MY BABY DYING??
I mean, you promise a happy ending but...
I mean, I will love a happy ending but...
You know, what if, whaat iiff... , the happy ending is reached by Chuuya's death.. 🙂
My most lookin forward scenes will probably Dazai finding out Mori's death and SKK reunioun
I love angst and if it's so painfully, beautifully written like yours then bad/sad ending it is
hello, and welcome!!! and thank you so much!!! alright, so i need to make this clear: this fic is not mcd, so CHUUYA WILL NOT DIE!!! IT’S CENTRED AROUND HIM, SO HE WON’T DIE!! no matter how much i torture him, you can expect him to be alive in the end 😭 however, aside from him and dazai, others CAN die. im not saying that they absolutely WILL, (most won't) but i do have minor character death tagged, and around two deaths planned. but. please be assured that chuuya won’t die!!! and thank you so much once again for all the love 🥰🙇🏻♀️
REPLY TO MY LAST ASK SORRY ABT REPLYING SUPER LATE
YES THE COLOURS WERE BEAUTIFUL AND ENHYPEN LEGIT HAS NO VISUAL HOLE LIKE IDK WHO TO LOOK AT I MEAN OFC HEE BUT YKWIM
I BET U HE SEES ALL THE ENGENES GOING CRAZY ABT IT ON TWITTER AND HE ASKS HIS STYLIST "CAN I WEAR THIS AGAIN PLS?" KNOWING THAT WE WILL DIE
YES YES ME TOO, EUNCHAE AND HOON WERE SO CUTE >< MC REUNIOUN <3 BUT HEE WAS SUPER CALM AND FUNNY
IM DOING WELL IG :/ ALSO DIDNT GO TO SCHOOL TODAY YYAYAYAYAYYA BC MY PERIOD HURTS LIKE HELL, FEELS LIKE SOMEONE STABBING ME ALOT NO JOKE
ALSO IM SAW THE ANON ASK ABT UR SUNOO ONESHOT AND
OH EM GEE
HELLO ITS SO INTERESTING ????? AND I CAN GET WHY U WANT HEE TO BE THE MAIN LEAD BUT SUNOO FITS THE CONCEPT OF AN ANGEL AND GHOST SO WELL
ALSO WHAT IS FLAME AND FLUTTER ABT ?
AAA NOO ITS LEGIT FINE HASDHDHS BRO IM REALLY BAD AT REPLYING ON TIME TOO 😭
FR literally no visual holes ,,, enhypen are just so superior idk what else to say but like everything they put out is fucking GOLD???? they are allergic to flopping ? ?? ? ?
NAD AHFHHW FUCK I CAN IMAGINE THAT TOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT?? ITS SICKENING 🤢 THE FACT HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING BYEEE 😭
AND AAA NOOO I HOPE U FEEL BETTER SOON :(( STACK UP ON HEAT PACKS ! TAKE SOME ANALGESIA ! PRAYING FOR U :( <3
AND AAA thank you so much omg !!! I think concept really really fits sunoo;; I was able to write about 2k before hitting a wall so idk 😭 I feel like if I changed it to heeseung maybe I'd get a little more inspiration; it's so bad but he's literally my muse like idk writing him is just so much easier 😭 BUT IM GNA KEEP TRYING SUNOO CAUSE I REALLY WANT SUNOO WORKS TO GET MORE RECOGNITION HERE >:((
AND F&F is actually an isekai / transmigrational!au inspired by sei's smau!) BAHAHHA it's about a girl who gets sucked into her favourite book and she meets heeseung, who's a character inside 😭
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I guess I shouldn't be hoping for the girls to hangout from this moment forward until unforeseeable future. Because Universal will be taking advantages of them and profiting off of them as publicity to push and promote that PP cast reboot they're planning. People know the bellas reuniouns always making buzz and headlines. I can't let our girls be treated unfair like this.
omg honestly i feel like the girls won’t be contractually obligated to push out promo as often if they aren’t in the reboot. like maybe rebel (...and alexis?) will but otherwise I think the other bellas don't really engage in the PP talk.
I made OC main characters for the games and I wanna share my bois (Pictured at the bottom)
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Dushkaal (Arena Pro)
- Dushkaal is an Orc with black hair and clear white eyes. He was born in the Shatul Clan in Orsinium. He was very different than the other members of the clan, as he was never really proficient with a blade. When he was 8, he went out into the woods and found an injured bunny rabbit. That was the first time he used healing magic. He brought the little bunny home to show his mom what he’d done. She was so furious, she killed the bunny. Dushkaal was never close with his mother after that. He stayed with his grandma, who gladly taught him magic.
- When he turned 18, he joined up with the Orsimer Army. He wanted to join and help people who had been injured, but they made him invade and pillage villages. By the time he was 19, he had been so traumatized by what he had seen, he cut himself so he could never see the bodies again.
- Somehow, he got tangled up in the main storyline of Arena. On his travels, he met an Imperial woman named Xeenth. She was a Blade who served Uriel Septim directly and she suspected that something wasn’t right and she wanted to help defeat Jagar Tharn. After the events of Arena, Dushkaal and Xeenth get married.
- Dushkaal’s abilities include really high level restoration magic, and destruction magic. He originally used a magic staff that allowed him to aim his magic easier, as it is hard for him to see. After the events of Arena, he mainly uses the Staff of Chaos.
- Dushkaal can see, barely. His grandma used healing magic on his eyes which helped a little, but he can only see about 2 feet in front of him. Now, while fighting Jagar Tharn, Tharn realized he couldn’t win and briefly gave Dush his eye sight back in hopes to make Dush spare him, but after Dush killed him, his eyesight went away again. However, afterwards he could see about 4 feet in front of him.
Oyarus Michane (Daggerfall Pro)
- Oyarus is a Dunmer with black hair and red eyes. He was born in the Imperial City to his Noble parents. Oyarus joined the Imperial Guard when he was 18, and quickly rose through the ranks. When he was 25, he met a Dunmer woman named Alene. 4 years later he married Alene and 2 years after that they had their son, Zinthos. Unfortunately, two years after that Alene is murdered. Oyarus leaves Zinthos at a Church of Vivec to go hunt down the man who murdered Alene.
- After he finds and kills the murderer, he is called back to the Imperial City apon news of Uriel Septim’s birth. They want Oyarus to be his main protector. He returns to the Imperial City and watches Uriel grow up from the shadows. When the events of Arena occur, he is out of the province, unbeknownst to what was happening in the Imperial City.
- When the events of Daggerfall happen, Uriel sends him because he is his most trusted friend. The Warp of the West occurs, and when Oyarus entered Atherius, Akatosh ripped out his left eye and “stole his time” and his body reverted back to age 16. After his encounter with Akatosh, he decides to learn Time Magic in an attempt to get his body back.
- Before Uriel Septim died, he asked Montague (Nervarine), Dushkaal, Xeenth, and Oyarus to go on an expedition to Akavir, in hopes to make peace. During the expedition, they discuss their lives and Montague finds Oyarus’ story very familiar. When they return to Tamriel, they learn of Uriel Septim’s demise.
- As the funeral for Uriel Septim kicks off, Montague contacts an old friend of his named Norvas. Norvas was the head Ordinator before the decimation of Vivec City. Apparently, he had been left at a Church of Vivec as a baby, and was raised by Vekh himself. Oyarus is Norvas, or Zinthos’, biological father. They have a reunioun with a lot of tears. (Will talk more about Norvas in the future)
Shiro has planned everything that needed to be done when he and his friends agreed to help Mr Kogane arranged the family reunioun party for his wife and son that finally come home.
He's ready with his perfect composure in place and a charming smile that break so many hearts.
He has expected every single scenario that could happen and might happen. But what he did not expected was this man, to arrive in the middle of introductions with bright red and sleek hoverbike arrive so suddenly like an action movie where the hero made a dramatic enterance.
What he did not expect again was, to see such beautiful and handsome face of a hybrid that has long hair that he has ever seen.
It did things to his heart..
It make him into a fucking mess.
Words: 4198, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Pining Shiro (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) is a Dork, Galra Keith (Voltron), Blade of Marmora Keith (Voltron), Fluff, Family Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Idiots in Love, Long Hair
Negan did well. Oh, so fucking well, for he had done what he needed to survive the epidemic and a whole lot more. In charge off a large group he had christened the Saviors, he lived his best life; or at least as pleasurable as possible, considered the world was ending and had been for many years. Negan could not lie when it came about that, he had lost count. He did not dwell over that fact much either, as he saw this life as some of a heavenly world compared to his past life. In this life, he was in control, to some degree, and those who dared defy him, he could stroke with his delicate Lucille, wrapped in barbed wire and no one was there to take away that kind of power. Sure, the dead walked amongst them, but then again had anyone really felt alive since the apocalypse broke out? In this, there was only one thing missing, but that special someone he fucked out of his mind when paying a wife of his a visit every now and then. It never lived up to the real deal, but it satisfied just enough to allow him to move on.
It had been three days in that darn tree, and the dead had yet to back down if anything more had been added to the herd. You were dehydrated and starving, and you were certain the aching feel in your stomach, was that of it eating away on itself. The days you had spent sharpening the end of branches with your rusty knife, hating yourself for not noticing you had dropped your sword on the ground before climbing up to where you might as well be spending your final moments. At least, the sunset from up in the tree was absolutely stunning. The spears you made, you used to drop on the dead, hoping to impale them but alas, your aim was no good and you slumped back against the tree, exhaling and letting out a cry.
A day more passed of awaiting your death, before something else caught the attention of the walkers. At first, you thought your mind to play tricks on you, and you remained unbothered in the tree for some while, before turning your head to see the shiny armor of a grey Škoda. Shots were fired, taking out several of the confused monsters, the sounds of the gun echoing through the woods, bouncing off of the trees.
Your face lifted at once, and the gloomy expression it had held onto for days suddenly slid off. You did not think to hide away, believing nothing could be worse than your current situation, and so you propped yourself on your feet, feeling your pulse rise.
“C’mon down! More will come soon!” hurried a man with long, greasy hair clinging to his face, waving his hand.
By merely standing on your feet, you could tell you were too weak to climb down safely, knowing your muscles would fail you as you felt fragile as a teacup.
“I–I don’t think I can,” you admitted, already feeling yourself to be a burden to this unknown man. Another appeared from the car, sitting out the window and held onto the roof of the car.
They exchanged few words and their eyes returned to you, probably taking a vote whether they should leave you.
The man who had taken down the threat, then turned to the car and you then felt yourself about to beg the, not to leave, when he shrugged off his jacket, and he put away his shotgun.
“I’ll come up–just. . . just stay put,” he called out and your ragged breath let go of a sigh of relief.
Shaking off his jacket, muscles, and tattooed skin was revealed and he took in the tree, figuring the best way to take this task on. You managed to get down a couple of levels, hoping to make his job easier, but your meager figure failed you and a gasp left you just before your foot slipped, sending you plummeting down.
The man whose skin was covered in ink, thought fast and jumped down five feet or so and landed on the ground, his arms ready to catch your small frame. Landing close to perfect in his outstretched arms, you looked up at him, too stunned to realize what had just happened.
“Thank you,” stuttered you, your eyes wide and jaw on the ground, amongst the corpses.
“Yeah,” was all the man had to say in response, putting you down on the ground.
He marched over the dead and got back to the car, throwing his gun around to his back, and he crossed his arms, wary eyes fixated on you as you stood awkward in the middle of the herd.
“Are you alright?” asked the thinner man, his accent shining through, revealing his ancestry. You guessed Italian, but you really never had been good with accents.
Nodding in confirmation, you stumbled out of the mass and closer to the two, finding and pickng up your sword on the way. You saw no one else hiding behind the dark windows in the car and one of them spoke up.
“We should get going, the noise will attract more walkers,” said the man with the tattoos and the thin man looked to him, biting down on his chapped lip.
“Are you long from your people? Can we drive you somewhere?”
The two men you later learned to identify as Duncan and Angelo took you out of the woods to the displeasure of Duncan, the man covered in ink. Sharin summaries of stories, you learned the two were out scavenging herbs for their tribe’s doctor when they had heard the moaning herd, which was when they learned of your whereabouts.
They were skeptical when it came to you, contemplating what had made your camp allow a woman to go out on her own. In their optic, this was unheard of and it made you look sullen.
Upon returning to your camp you thanked the strangers one last time, and with a huff of Duncan and smiley grimace of Angelo, the drove off, returning to their own people and you to yours, only as you tread the path up to camp, your people were not there awaiting you.
An act of evil had torn you and your husband apart, making you fall to your knees right there in the middle of the mess left, a strong belief they were faces you would never again cross. This would set off a wave of anger deep within you it led to an expedition, mind set to find your friends in hopes that they had not all undergone a certain fate.