#sanie speaks

[saniterrestrial]

I advise to please download the drive as stuff within it keeps getting reported and taken down.

[iguessitsjustme]

I will protect you.

[cappurrccino]

braved the haunted aisles of walmart, was not even able to get one of the walmart-exclusive items I wanted 😔

[casualavocados]

the eclipse is so good they were like lets allude to everything that’s gonna happen in the rest of the show in such tiny details that seemingly dont mean anything and you wont get it at all until you do.

they told us so much in the first ep they told us about the cult (chadok saying "faith") they told us about chadok and dika (mr. sit telling ayan "they were on good terms for a while. then, he suddenly quit.") they told us about akk and the curse. they told us about thua (kan saying "you should have just said it nicely" & him replying "you wouldn't listen"). it’s so interesting honestly how it set up everyone to have such consistent characterization but framed it & everyone as a mystery to puzzle out. bc thats what you do even if the focus is on akk and aye. youre wondering about everything else without really paying attention to it. 

like even waree for example - her conversation with sani in ep1 leaves you thinking ooh does she know something about the curse? - but she knows nothing. she shuts down sani’s questioning because that’s the best way to stay safe in this school, she tells her “if you want to work here for long, don’t get involved in anything that isn’t your business.” 

so i actually think it’s possible she’s just as afraid of the idea of the curse as anyone else, and it simply pairs with her rigidness and the need for control over her classroom. and control over the school such as in ep 10 with the way she’s willing to put the needs of the world remembers beneath the needs of the school as a whole. she's very rattled in that scene.

...but then at the same time, in ep4 she says “actually, i don’t want to punish ayan that badly”, which i always thought was an interesting comment, since she was the one who started it. it isn't until late episode 12, after the curse has been exposed, chadok has quit, and the school rules are being adjusted, that she invites ayan to share history articles with her. (tbh i think a part of her has always been a little pleased that he took her subject so seriously.) like...she’s still the same scary teacher - she snaps at the class to finish their exams in the next second, but still, at the end, she begins to show an openness to her students that wasn’t there before, that was stifled by the overhanging threat of the curse (which in actuality was a mixture of fear, oppression, and societal expectations) just as much as everything/everyone else.

[leatherbookmark]

log #67 -- minsu, not san! 🌸

[bitchimasnake-sss]

what do you think about a little bit of angst with op boys traveling in the time to the past (bcs a enemy fruit power or something) and they interactions with their s/o that is dead in the future? hehe just wondering

omg i love this so much. i suck at writing angst but ill try!! a/n: ill be posting three different fics for all three! (i'll add link at the end once the other two are up too!); not proofread! zoro's part sani's part

nine years ft. monkey d luffy!

luffy outstretched his arms, stifling a yawn. peering through blurry gaze, he tried to sit up. his head felt like it was going to split apart. the headache ravaged the back of his head and he tried to focus his gaze on the people in front of him.

"oi?" a young, sorta squeaky voice called out to him, "who are you?"

"who are you? and why do you look familiar?" another voice asked.

"let him atleast come to his senses." a young woman yelled at the two boys and luffy blinked twice as to take in the scene in front of him. her red hair shone under the sun, catching sunlight that reflected her fiery temperament.

"nami? is that you?" the older man's voice was gruff. he sat up and looked around as if observing the deck of the sunny for the first time.

the red-head was alarmed. with eyes widening, she asked, "is it actually you? luffy?"

"that's not me!!" the younger version quipped up, pouting when he stared at the older version, "i don't look like that."

"what do you mean? i think he's good-looking" another voice kissed the old captain's ears.

"yn?" the older version looked over to your voice.

"yn?" his eyes were frantic, as if taking all of as soon as he could. he sat up so fast, he almost could feel metal on his tongue, he could almost faint again.

but none of that mattered.

his fingers outstretched as if to feel your skin against his palm, as if to reassure himself that you were there.

"hey?" you seemed to chuckle awkwardly, backing off slightly at his sudden intrusion, "do i know you?"

there you were. there was his girl.

alive.

this wasn't one of those dreams that felt realer than life. you were there. so close, he could almost touch you and hold you and sob into you.

except you were nineteen again.

"hey, old man" zoro piped up, threatening the older man with a glare, "do we know you?"

"it's me" his throat was parched and it hurt to speak, "it's luffy."

"no, im luffy, you old man!!" the younger version piped up again, pouting even more now.

that interaction was three days ago and in the meantime, the crew and older version of their captain had both come to accept the strangeness of the situation. it was surreal, seeing his crew-mates young. to see them so full of dreams, their bodies barely beaten and bruised. it was surreal to see them so tiny, so inexperienced to what was about to come.

it was surreal to see you again.

you were nineteen. it would take two years before you and his younger version would get together. it would take seven more years till he asked you to marry him. it would take nine more years till he lost you.

but right now you were nineteen and when you smiled, the sun caught onto your skin, painting you in a golden shade. right now, you still snickered when you found something funny, the laugh sort of airy and hearty. right now, you still offered him a portion of your food as if you didn't want it. right now, the younger version of him didn't even know he loved you.

a part of him wanted to go yell at his younger version. hold him by the collar and threaten him to keep you safe. but all of that would be of no use.

the fates were cruel.

the deck was slightly chilly in the night air and you sat next to him. the aged captain didn't ignore the way you restlessly moved your legs. and he held back from putting his hand on your knee to calm you down.

"so..." you started and he knew that tone too well. you were gonna ask him something meekly, as in unsure if you wanna know the answer. you faced him, "what is future like? do you become the future king of pirates? is the crew together?"

"ah" luffy laughed, hiding this sting you sweet voice inflicted on him, "yes, the crew is still together. we even had some new members."

"really?" you beamed, "and me and you? are we still friends?"

"i-" he snuck in a breath and laughed again, hoping it would ease the pain in his voice, "ofcourse we are. we are the closest of friends. we will always be, till the end of time."

"no way! we're closer than you're with zoro?" your expression turned smug, "ha! i knew it. i am way way funnier than zoro."

luffy just nodded, finding an invisible rope round his throat as he looked at you. he was afraid as if one wrong word and he'd jinx everything, he'd be back in his solemn reality.

you spoke again, "i must say, did growing up make you less energetic? you're so quite luffy." then you corrected yourself, "ah, i mean like ofcourse growing up must make you less energet-"

"yn," luffy cut you off, "i love you"

your eyes widened comically, air stuck in your throat, "huh??"

"as a friend." he smiled at your confused figure, "i thought i should let you know while i was here."

"oh" a blush crept up your face, spreading till your ears, "i mean- i love you too- as a friend ofcourse!"

"i'm glad." luffy gave you a soft smile. his heart ached when you return back the smile with no hesitancy, "i'm glad i got to know you."

then you looked away from the older man and luffy knew it meant you were blushing even more furiously. then through a meek whisper you said, "you're being so sappy. stop it-"

"DINNER'S READY!" the young chef's voice boomed, snapping you two out of the conversation. the aged captain involuntarily jumped up at the name of dinner.

"glad to see you are the same about food still." he looked down at you, laughing. and he laughed with you.

he laughed because he knew in every timeline, he still had those nine years with you.

and he'd love you through them over and over again.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

krisis wiping away your tears

i wrote a shitpost fanfic in the gc about how i put my sani pape in the microwave and somehow what was what kickstarted the urge to write as opposed to. yknow. the hour of writing and editing i did before the microwave

tags: hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship, reader is crying for unspecified reasons

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🧻 Vezalius Bandage

uses a handkerchief or tissue to dry your tears

a medic handles with care, just as how he gently presses the cloth to your eyes

it kills him to watch you cry alone, so he takes your hand and guides you to his lap where he can give you all his undivided attention

rubs your arm while you hiccup, and places a hand on his chest so you can calm down to the feeling of his heartbeat

when you aren’t in the mindset to vent or hear him talk, he’ll hum to you. especially if you’re so tired you’re about to cry yourself to sleep

once you’ve cried it out he insists on getting you some water, a snack, and a shower (or change of clothes) to make sure the basic post-cry needs are met

“love. when i say i care for you, i mean it. i want to hear everything you have to say no matter what, and i’ll never, ever get upset at you for it.” it looks like zali’s eyes are closed, but from where your head rests in his lap, you see a hint of gold peer through his lashes. a surgeon’s hand brushes underneath your own eyes, patting away the tears. “so let me take care of you for now. breathe in and out.”

your body feels heavy from exhaustion and emotion. you curl up closer to him as you breathe. “tired, love?” when there’s no response but a nod he rubs your shoulder and clears his throat. the melodies of your favorite songs lull your to sleep.

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🔪 Vantacrow Bringer

lets you get his shirt dirty without hesitation

drops everything to stay by your side when he realizes you’re this upset

he wraps you into a bear hug the second you start tearing up. he’s not great with words and he’s scared of saying the wrong thing, but actions don’t lie

he’s not gonna break the hug any time soon while you cry, but he traces shapes along your skin and strokes you hair as he holds you

he knows you’re always doing your best and supports it, and if you did anything wrong, he’ll let you know once you’re in a state to hear it, not now when you need comfort

it’s hard to hear what vanta’s saying. it’s hard to hear your sniffles, too; it’s all muffled by fabric crinkling and the sound of vanta combing back your hair as you sob, careful not to let it get caught in your mess of tears and snot. his throat vibrates against your ear while he speaks.

“no one in their right mind would say you’re overreacting.” that’s the first thing you can decipher, and the only thing you need to hear. “no matter what. and i’ll remind you any day of the week that you’re doing fine no matter how you handle it.”

your sobs are interrupted by a squeeze as vanta holds you closer. reassurance that you’re his world even if you did everything wrong. “let it all out. i’ll be here every second.”

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🥽 Yu Q. Wilson

holds your face in his hands so he can thumb the tears away

the best thing he can do right now is let you talk, and be the one willing to listen

if your thoughts are too scrambled to explain why you’re upset then he’ll gather any comfort items you need. snacks, stuffed animals, physical contact, anything

he lets you get it all out first before he even thinks of saying anything since he doesn’t want to cut you off. instead a lot of his responses are nonverbal. he nods and squeezes your hand when you need encouragement

your breath is haggard by the time you finish spilling your guts. the storm of choked sobs has passed but now emptiness has taken its place, a hollow, dreadful feeling lodged in your throat as you hiccup. the only warmth you can feel is wilson’s jacket over your shoulders and his hand in yours.

his eyes have been closed for a while as he took in your feelings. it’s unusual seeing him so composed, but right now? it’s a welcome sight when the world feels like it’s crashing around you.

when wilson opens them again he holds you a little tighter. “thank you for trusting me,” he says slowly. “i’m not going to forget it, and i’m not going to ignore it either.

“but you don’t need to be tough all the time.” with his free hand he reaches out. his palm cups your cheek as a thumb curls around your tears, gently wiping them away. the corner of his lips curves up as he tends to you. “it’s going to work out in the end.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[blushsani]

sincerity | c.s

⋆ choi san x fem reader ⋆ wc : 2.1k ⋆ genre : hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff ⋆ warnings : slight drinking ⋆ synopsis : when mistakes are made, a way to make things right needs to be found. ⋆ notes : hi!! this is my first post on here and i am very very veeery excited! pls do enjoy ૮ >ﻌ< ა / i would like to mention that it’s not exactly mentioned in this what exactly happened between them. the backstory is just something you can decide on as a reader (if you would like to). again, pls enjoy! <3

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"sani."

you have no idea where you plan to start as you call out to the man in front of you. your words pass your lips in a firm tone, yet somehow breathless at the same time. a mixture you can’t exactly remember ever speaking in.

it’s moments like these where you wish you had the ability to go back in time.

if you could, you know the first moment you’d return to would be the afternoon you and san shared a day or two before all this began. your head against san’s chest, san’s arms embracing you with more warmth than ever before, your mind listening to each and every one of san’s heartbeats, san’s cheek against the top of your head. the calm before the storm.

at the sound of your voice, san turns around from the chair he’s sat on in surprise. at the sound of the nickname, san simultaneously softens in the click of a finger.

was he expecting to see you soon? of course.

was he expecting to see you tonight? most definitely not.

for a second, he isn’t even sure how you got in. maybe he drank more than he thought.

but the sight of you already makes his heart beat quicker and you you you and strictly you is the only thing on his mind.

it feels like a lifetime since he’s last seen you. seen your face. don’t even get him started on the last time he got to hold you.

he tried so hard to the last time he saw you. san remembers the café you told him to meet you in through a text message. he had never been there before and briefly wondered if the creamy white and beige building was new to the city. the lack of customers could have been a sign he was correct.

you take a few steps closer into the apartment, closer to the seating area he situated himself in. san notices where your gaze is directed and suddenly feels embarrassed.

you must think he’s pathetic, san thinks to himself as it immediately clicks that you’re looking at the bottle of whiskey on the table situated in front of him. he too turns his head to look at the bottle of whiskey and opens his mouth to say god knows what but you were seconds quicker than him.

“we should talk,” you pause for a moment, “can we?”

god he missed you. he never thought he’d ever be in a situation where he’d have to miss you this much.

“please.” it was only until san spoke that he realised how desperate he sounded. he was ready to drop to his knees in a heartbeat.

you take a sharp inhale at the sound of his voice. he sounded almost longing, you’re taken aback. but you take no more time to nod your head in the direction of the white loveseat positioned opposite of san, silently gesturing if you can sit there. he nods in response.

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“i’ve missed you,” there’s a short pause, “ i’ve really missed you.”

there’s a deep fluttering in your stomach before san even finishes speaking. your first thought is to ignore him, and you do for a moment as you place your glass back down on the table. but then your second thought is going in a completely different direction, and you allow yourself to give in.

fuck it.

“i’ve missed you too.” you admit.

silence fills the air and becomes more and more deafening as each second goes by.

you raise your gaze, looking up at him as you press your hands together slightly tighter.

“i’ve been waiting to hear you say that for so fucking long.” san says with a vaguely trembling voice and eyes slowly, gradually bubbling with tears.

he hasn’t been able to stop missing you, thinking of you. hell, he was even starting to dream of you.

you were just everything to him. he was building so much with you and it began to feel like there was a physical, glowing light between you and him that was signifying how special the direction the pair of you were going in was. the bond you both shared resembled a thick tied rope that became firmer and tougher with every single pull.

it was the best thing san had experienced. you were the best thing san had experienced.

“can’t sleep properly. i can’t sleep properly all because of you san.” he could start sobbing. he could throw himself into your arms if you’ll have him.

his eyes flutter as he tries not to cry. he tries so very hard.

“what am i meant to do? what am i meant to do when all i can think of is you every single minute i spend breathing?” you start speaking and can’t seem to stop as more words pass through your lips. it’s almost like–no, it is–like you’re not in control of your mind.

the man before you is no different either. his mind turns slightly frantic and it’s just you–it’s all you–he needs you.

san’s moving before he can even think.

you could envision a string in between where you and san were seated. a thin string that was ready to break in half any second. and this was the exact moment where that string finally snapped. harshly.

within seconds, san has sat himself right beside you and has brought you into his arms. you can feel him gently scrooping you up and tucking your head into his chest, carefully digging his chin into the top of your head.

all the emotions catch up with you as the tears begin to trickle down to your cheeks.

there had been many hours of you scrolling through your messages with san, hours of you scrolling through your photos with san.

the amount of times you ended up daydreaming about san throughout your days.

the amount of times you were closer and closer to ending up on san’s front door.

the amount of nights you spent in bed just thinking about your san and thinking about how he should be beside you as you laid in bed, trying to seek sleep.

there was so much of you and your mind that missed san. you found it a challenge to fathom how much his presence made an impact on you and made you feel so at peace; you never were able to imagine any person coming into this life of yours and changing it this much.

but there was also so much of you that felt so much anger.

you were frustrated. you were so frustrated with san.

in those mixture of emotions that crept up on you, it was that deep frustration that seemed to come to a rise first.

a pitiful hit to san’s chest was the first way that anger presented itself. and then another hit. and then a third one. and then another weaker than the last.

suddenly, you could faintly feel your hands being grabbed by the wrist and situated around san’s middle instead. the movement left you positioned even deeper into san’s chest and embrace, you realise. at the touch, you shift your head to look up at san, cheek lightly rubbing against his white shirt. it takes no more than a couple seconds for san to pull himself away enough so that he can look down at you, and the sudden eye contact catches you off guard completely.

one thing you just couldn’t miss was the unwavering look in san’s eyes, regardless of how taken aback you ended up in the very moment or regardless of all the bitterness that had been taking over you the past few weeks.

there was so much love you could spot with ease in those eyes, and as more and more seconds continued to go by simply filled with you and san just unable to look anywhere else from one another, it began to feel overwhelming. almost like you were drowning. drowning in those brown eyes that looked back at you as if you had created the world by scratch.

you didn’t know it was possible for someone to hold this much visible love in their eyes, and you don’t know if or when you’ll ever be able to understand that the receiver of all this love is you.

in that very moment, all that can roll from your tongue is his name.

“san…”

in that very moment, all you can do is fall weak and find every way possible to bury yourself closer to him.

“sani.”

“i’m here baby, i’m right here. i love you–i love you so much.” san takes your cheeks in the palm of his hands, ever so lightly cupping both sides of your face.

“sani i’ve missed you,” you hiccup through a soft cry, “i just can’t–i love you san–”

you don’t even realise you’ve cut yourself off as another cry bubbles up within you.

however, one thing you do realise is that the place san holds in that heart of yours is bigger and greater than you could have ever imagined. you’re kidding yourself if you genuinely - from the bottom of your heart - believe you can live a life that has san erased from it. that’s not a life you can imagine settling in, that’s not a life you’d like to settle in, and that’s a life you refuse to settle in as long as you can control it.

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san adjusts himself, shuffling as he sits on his knees in front of you. he takes a second to widen the opening of the fluffy sock before aligning your foot with the socks’ entrance. with every movement he makes, he’s gentle. you’ve almost had to ask yourself whether or not you’re in fact a piece of something fragile like glass, because you’d think you were with how tender he is every time he’s with you. it’s apart of the already lengthy list of every single reason you love this man.

he rolls the cuff of your sock over once before giving the piece of material a move around on your foot, ensuring to adjust it so that its most comfortable.

he raises his head, gaze raising with him.

“comfortable?” he asks, taking his time as he stands.

“very. thank you.” you reply with a soft tone.

it was clear as day how sleepy you were, especially after the shower you took with san, but with that sleepiness gazing over you more and more, you were growing even more increasingly content and comfortable with every second that passed.

you could feel a buzz lingering lightly. it made your mind feel fuzzy, and all you could think about was the man standing right in front of you.

you can't remember ever feeling this secure before.

perhaps out of instinct, you reach your arms out, signalling for him to hold your hands. your signal works, and his hands are all wrapped in yours within the blink of an eye.

there was undeniably an elephant in the room. conversations that weren’t yet vocalised need to be had and there’s a mutual understanding of that.

you look into san’s eyes, a soft smile painted over your lips and while it remained just as genuine as it first appeared, it was not as bright as before. the look you find in san’s eyes as he keeps his gaze set on you shows you that there’s a lot he wants to say, and san must decide that it’s time to start saying what’s on his mind because–

“y/n i don’t–”, san seems to take a moment to think about his next words as he situates himself beside you on the bed, his hands still in yours, “i want you to know that i love you. and i want you to know that…i know there’s a lot that needs to be said and a lot that you deserve to hear and a lot i need to show you. i don’t want you to think i’m just ignoring this. please…baby please know that.”

there’s a short silence that follows, filled with you and san holding eye contact. you see so much sincerity in his eyes, it pours from him.

no words were shared; it wasn’t necessary. you nod, silently thanking san before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his frame, hugging him.

it’s so easy for you to melt against him.

all it takes is the feeling of san’s hand rubbing against the small of your back for you to know everything is going to be okay.

you and san are going to be okay.

[wangxianficrecs]

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani

The Winner Takes It All

by YilingSani (@yiling-sani)

M, 46k, Wangxian

Summary: "Wei Ying doesn't know why he ended up on this exact island. All he knows is that he's scared, alone and hungry. And with a child." ----- 18 years later Wei Yuan has grown into a proper young man, helping his Baba to run the hotel on the island. On the week of his wedding, Wei Yuan comes across Wei Ying's diary and decides to invite the man mentioned in it to the island, unaware of the consequences it will bring. Kay's comments: I never knew that I needed a MDZS Mamma Mia AU until I started reading this story. I have never even watched Mamma Mia (I know, shame on me, what kind of gay even am I), but I was so hooked on this story. So hooked in fact, that I read it first as it was published as a thread fic and then once again once it updated on AO3 and I could still hardly wait for the updates. The drama, the heartbreak, the angst, the found family! All of it was such a delight. The angst hit especially hard in this story and for the longest time, as a reader, you're wondering whether you even want Wei Ying and Lan Zhan to get back together again, but it all works out in the end without being a magical fix-it. Highly recommended. Excerpt: Granny Wen extends a hand to brush away a strand from the young man's face, but the moment her fingers touch his forehead, she feels the heat coming from the boy. He's running a fever. It would be inhuman to leave the boy to fate, so Granny Wen nudges him awake. Once the silver eyes open, they immediately fill with fear, and the boy draws deep into the corner, looking like a frightened deer. "It's alright," the woman speaks softly. "I won't hurt you." The silver eyes are puffy and red-rimmed - it's clear that the young man has cried himself to sleep. "It's alright," Granny Wen repeats. "You’re safe. I’m Granny Wen. What's your name?" "W-Wei Ying," the boy's voice is hoarse, his throat dry as a dessert. "Are you from the mainland?" she asks the next question, and the boy nods. She notices how the boy's hands are placed protectively on his belly and she frowns. "How old are you?" "Seventeen." Seventeen.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern no powers, mpreg, single parent wei wuxian, inspired by mamma mia!, one night stands, first time, unplanned pregnancy, traumatic childbirth, post-traumatic stress disorder, ptsd, illnesses, chronic illness, teen pregnancy, panic attacks, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, families of choice, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, background character death

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EDELWYN: Already? What a pity. KYRIE: Suppose I could introduce to some of the others at a later date? EDELWYN: Oh, really? Well, that would be grand! Why don’t you come over to my manor tomorrow night. I’ll prepare something! LUCIEN: Is there going to be another party? EDELWYN: Yes, yes, why don’t you come as well, Your Highness. This will be quite the spectacle. Of course, if it’s all alright, Your Grace? KYRIE: Certainly. Tomorrow evening, then? EDELWYN: Tomorrow EVE: Well, that was easy enough. He seems to do most the talking on his own. Not the most interesting specimen, but perhaps the perfect candidate for your plans. KYRIE: Mm. Let’s hope. EVE: Have you someone in mind already to go? KYRIE: I do. I’ll spare you anymore time with the Duke. As you said, he’s not the most interesting. EVE: That is a great mercy. KYRIE: Speaking of mercies… our night is coming to a close. Things are winding down already, I’m sure we could get away without too many noticing. EVE: And leave Åse? KYRIE: She seems perfectly happy to babysit. Come on, Eve, let me enjoy a night without my shadow. EVE: Oh, very well. EVE: You never told me why he’s really here. KYRIE: I thought it’d be obvious. If it was my choice at all, he wouldn’t be. But the High Priestess cares little about what I want. And maybe she’s right to override my wishes. After all, things aren’t safe. EVE: And he is going to ensure your safety? You’re better off with any of us. KYRIE: A point I’d previously made myself. But, well, I exhausted my goodwill with her. That’s my fault. EVE: That woman wouldn’t know the right thing to do if it smacked her in the face. And you shouldn’t take on any guilt because of it. I won’t believe she’s trying to protect you out of love. KYRIE: No, I know that… EVE: sighs I’m sorry, Kyrie. KYRIE: Don’t be. EVE: You said your sister is alive. Then, you still have family. KYRIE: Yes, maybe… EVE: Maybe? KYRIE: I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that, now. EVE: Alright, then, we won’t. EVE: It’s beautiful out here. KYRIE: Mm. The city has its bright spots. I’ve gotten to see a good few of them this passed month. EVE: You didn’t get out much before? KYRIE: No. Though, maybe that’s my fault, too. Maybe I’ve been too complacent with my cage. I guess nearly dying changes your perspective. Even if I did choose that path. No, especially because of it. EVE: You want something different? KYRIE: I’m starting to. EVE: I’m glad. You shouldn’t lay down and let them dictate your life for you. KYRIE: I never wanted that. I never wanted to be so… indifferent to everything. I suppose I just thought there wasn’t anything I could do. I didn’t see a way out. Maybe I still don’t. But I’ve been asking myself if I might ever find my way to something better, then, what would “something better” really look like? EVE: And have you come up with any answers, yet? KYRIE: A few. Perhaps, most importantly, I realized I don’t want to spend my life alone. EVE: No? KYRIE: I don’t know. Being around the ten of you… those of you who have, for whatever strange reason, chosen to engage with me willingly. It’s different. And it’s nice. I wish I’d had more of it, before. But I know I don’t want to lose it going forward. I suppose, if we all survive this, many of you will move on, return home… Admittedly, it does make me… sad. Maybe more frightening is the idea I might have to learn to do this all over again, but on my own. Without the Moon EVE: I can’t speak for the others, but it’s not strange at all that someone would enjoy your company. I imagine it will be very difficult to go back home after everything. But then… what’s the rush? If you wanted to spend more time with someone, whoever it might be, then maybe you need only ask? KYRIE: Would you stay, Eve? EVE: If you’d like me to. KYRIE: Hm. Then suppose I shouldn’t ask just yet. There’s still chips left to fall. Maybe in the end, you’ll find I’m not the person you thought I was after all. EVE: Kyrie? KYRIE: Not tonight. Maybe some other day I’ll have the courage to tarnish that good image you have of me.

[pinkscaped]

POSTED ON SANI'S TIKTOK ACCOUNT, THE DREAMQUEST MYDOL GIRLS MAKE A CANDY SALAD WHILE TRAUMA DUMPING !

˗ ˋ 🩷 CONTENT WARNING ﹕ based off the tiktok trend where people trauma dump while making a candy salad, duh. so, trauma dumping but everything mentioned is not in detail! mentions of abusive working conditions, feet stuff mentioned, overworking sexualization, fat shaming, and evil editing. the girls are currently in the @dreamquest dorms!

"Are you ready?" Sani asks Yebin despite the camera already being on, the pair in matching hot pink PJs with "Mydol" embroidered on the right side in a heart. Yebin, hair pulled back messily with a clip, holds up the purple plastic bowl to the camera.

"Ready," Yebin replies simply. Sani nods with an excited smile, holding up a pack of Skittles.

"Hi my name is Sani and when I was 14 I left my home country because I got an Instagram DM from a man saying I could be a Kpop idol. I brought Skittles!" Sani says, giggling at herself as she pours the Skittles into the bowl, the clattering sound filling the DreamQuest dorm. Yebin laughs at her quietly, stepping in front of her with a packet of M&Ms she rips open before she starts speaking.

"I'm Yebin and one time when I was training to debut in Le sserafim, Bang PD came in, watched us dance, and then proceeded to tell me my thighs were massive and I needed to work on that." Sani's eyes widen behind Yebin as she covers her curling lips, laughing tensely behind her palm as Yebin nods, showing the camera her M&Ms. "I brought M&Ms." She dumps them all in the bowl with a loud thunk!

Sani steps up again, Yebin standing behind her and laughing at the ground softly as the younger tries to hold back her own laughter. She reaches off-screen to grab another candy, chuckling under her breath.

"Um, when I was sixteen, I debuted in a Nugu girl group, and our manager made us busk every day and every night, no matter how tired we were. So, one night, I was really not feeling good, so when I was dancing and singing "Du-du-du-du-du-du," I passed out on the streets of Seoul-" Sani can't stop herself from laughing when she sees Yebin's jaw drop in horror, covering her mouth. "And when I woke up, still on the street, mind you, our manager yelled at me." Sani nods with a tight chuckle, looking at the bag in her hand and then smiling at the camera. "I brought sour candy apples."

Yebin licks her lips as she thinks of what to say next, blindly grabbing a bag of candy from behind the camera where their stash seems to be.

"When I was Produce 48, they tried to evil edit me to make me look jealous of a toddler when in reality, I have a resting bitch face and would literally die for said toddler. So, then, all of South Korea would try to tank my votes, called me ugly, and told me to die...I still made it into IZ*ONE though, so-" Yebin smiles at the camera with a tilt of her head, holding up the yellow bag of candy and then dumping it into the bowl. "Swedish fish."

Sani moves forward with a nasty look on her face at the bowl of candy, looking up at Yebin with a pout.

"I don't like Swedish Fish..."

"Then don't eat them," Yebin tells the younger simply, turning her by her shoulders to face the camera. Still pouting, Sani reaches behind the camera, digging around for a little bit before pulling out a box of hot tamales. Her big brown eyes look up in thought, humming before nodding.

"When my group finally gained traction, it was because a video of me on Inkigayo went viral for how bad of a singer I was," Sani says with curled lips and a nod, tapping the desk with an acrylic nail. "I'm not a bad singer anymore, but I was also 17 and singing in a baby voice. I don't know what the general public was expecting, ummm...." She turns the box towards her, makes a sour face, and puts it back on the table, scrambling to get a new piece of candy. She shows another bag of M&Ms to the camera. "I brought M&Ms."

Yebin puckers her lips at the camera, holding her bag of Sourpatch Kids up as Sani does the choreography to Midas Touch behind her, singing quietly as she exaggerates the moves. Yebin laughs at the younger, causing Sani to laugh as well.

"Uh, my name is Yebin, and when I was in IZ*ONE they would constantly put me in lowcut shirts because someone on Twitter thought it would be funny to call me "mommy," so my company decided to market on that and ever since any ward in relation to the word Mom, makes me wanna die. I brought Sourpatch kids," She sticks her tongue out to the side as she dumps the gummies in the bowl.

Sani is back up and gives the camera a peace sign.

"I'm Sani, and after my group disbanded, we all went to Angelico to re-debut under there, but our debut was canceled because one of the girls quit, left the country without telling us, and became a fucking dentist. Fuck you, Annie. You're fake as hell." Yebin can't stop herself from laughing when Sani gets angry and points to the camera like she is talking to Annie herself. Sani smiles at Yebin's laughter, pouring her candy into the bowl before holding up the empty wrapper. "Sourpatch Kids Watermelons."

Yebin clicks her tongue as she steps back in front of the camera, holding up a bag of KitKats.

"What's up. I'm Yebin, and when IZ*ONE disbanded during COVID, my company promised me I would be debuting in their new girl group, then replaced me with someone who could not sing and held me, hostage, for two years. I brought Kitkats." She dumps the candy in the atrocious candy salad.

Sani steps up on last time, holding a comedically small plastic bag of jellybeans.

"Hey, last time you see me, I'm Sani. My breaking point for leaving my old company was when our manager told us that we were going to be a part of a dating sim game and he would need-" Sani can't stop herself from laughing, head falling down as Yebin's eyes widen in concern behind her, covering her mouth.

"Oh no," Yebin whispers, only making Sani laugh harder before she waves her hand in front of her.

"He would need to take pictures of our feet for the game!" Sani nearly screams, covering her mouth to muffle her screeching. Yebin's jaw drops, and a quiet shriek of shock leaves her throat. The video cuts to the two somewhat composed, Sani laughing under her breath as she holds up the pathetic bag of jellybeans, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

"Jellybeans!" The girl cheers, sprinkling them on top of all the candy.

[dreamquest]

THIS IS A DRAMA, I’M THE DRAMA! The last performance is going to be here very soon! Once finished, the judges will give their critiques right after and fans will be given time to put in votes for them and other can do last minute voting, after this, the judges may choose who they would like to eliminate from the bottom four. But first let’s go see what the trainees thought of “Team Pink Venom”’s performance!

“Lolaaa hey, welcome to the dark side” a staff member joked as Lola sits in the confessional room chair. “As you know the song choice for group three is Pink Venom~ what do you think about that?” She asked. “I’m a bit shocked that the production team picked out Pink Venom for a song,” said a very unsure Lola, “I think the lineup is great and all, but it can be a tough Blackpink song to master…All I’m saying, if it’s not done right the girls might be set up for disaster…”

FAST FOWARD AFTER THE PERFORMANCE OF TEAM PINK VENOM!

“i don’t care that the line distribution was wild, like yeah that sucks, but my girl Yurim ate. She didn’t have a lot to work with in our first performance so she made sure that she gagged everyone in this performance one. And she’s the only one here who could pull it off anyways.” Said Yedam, it seems like these past week Yedam and Yurim has gotten very close, we love to see it!

Yebin probably looked the happiest she’s looked watching Sasha perform. “Sasha just has that it girl factor about her. It’s refreshing to see someone stand out like she does.” A rare compliment from Yebin! When the camera cuts back to her, she’s smiling and cheering whenever Sasha comes on screen.

Sani, however, seems bored. Staring blankly at the screen, clearly zoning out. “I’m just getting tired,” Sani admits in the confessional, “There’s a lot of performances and some are better than others. It was kinda boring watching one girl sing the whole time.” She tries to explain as sweetly as possible. When the performance is over, she doesn’t hug the girls like she did for the previous performances.

“It was kind’ve shocking to see that Sani didn’t hug or greet us after the performance,” Yoon pouts. “I mean—she’s very bubbly and always congratulates everyone after, maybe she was just tired, I won’t hold it over her head.”

"Team Pink Venom did a really good job! In my opinion, I think Sasha stood out the most because she looked very sassy up there. Very powerful. I'm not saying the other girls didn't stand out, though! They all stood out in their own ways, and I liked them all." Rin said smiling. It seems Sasha has made a lot of people admire her, wow! “However, I think Yurim needs to work on her dancing a bit. She’s not bad or anything, but like a lot of us, she could be better! I hope I don’t offend her or something.” *🤨*

Rin sat next to Sani while watching team pink venom's performance, and they looked to be talking a lot and having a good time! She also talked to her cousin, Jangmi, a bit about family stuff and even though it took Rin a while to approach her, she managed to speak to Baebi, as well! She fan-girlied over her in her head before walking towards her.

Hana appears on screen again, sitting in front of the camera in the confessional, examining her nails with a bored expression. "I suppose it wasn't bad. Definitely more interesting than Team Fancy's performance." When she glances up at the camera, her expression shifts slightly. It's subtle, but some of her usual cockiness is missing. "Sasha really stood out for me. On the other hand, giving lines to Yurim was a waste. Just another mystery of this contest, I guess."

The scene cuts to the backstage during Team Pink Venom's performance. Hana and Lo are sitting together in a corner, each holding a mini fan to cool off after their own performance. Both are intently watching a monitor displaying the performance. About halfway through the song, Lo lets out a long sigh, a look of sympathy on her face. "Poor Yurim, she must be nervous with all those lines." Hana shrugs slightly. "That's one way to put it, I guess." Well, we can see that they both think differently.

IT IS STILL EPISODE ONE The show has fast forward, so that it is now a few days after Team Pink Venom performance. Jennie walks onto the stage to introduce the second group performance of the series.

Jennie walks on stage, looking as gorgeous as ever, she begins to announce the song and the trainees of the performance. “I know ya’ll are probably sick of seeing me“ she laughs, “—but I’m going to be here the whole time, I’m gonna make the money worth it, so!”

“Anyways, this song is actually a b-side, and not everyone might not know this, but it’s really good! These talented girls will be performing Illusion by aespa, this song can be difficult to perform so let’s hope they do well!”

“Please put your hands together and help me welcome the girls of “Team Illusion”, Sani, Jisu, Lola, and Yedam.” She smiles and leaves, jittery and ready for them to put on a show.

Line distribution

Sani — 59.6 seconds

Jisu — 75 seconds

Lola — 51.1 seconds

Yedam — 45.3 seconds

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omg double update who is she???

who said they saved the best for last? 🤭

last voting for the performances, go here 😇

would ya’ll like one or two days for voting? just send an ask

[asherthehimbo]

Always Black Cats And Bitter Coffee: Chapter 5 [part 2]

Chapter 5 [part 2] : Sanni

[Next -> CHAPTER 5: part 3 ]

warnings: Sanni, malnourishment, assult, bad legal talk, kidnapping, kinda? talks about previous assult/abuse, Minho being down bad, panick attacks, hospitals, mention comatose state, mentions of passing out, mentions of being drugged, a lot of other things I cant think of

word count: 2.6K

You don't remember much before waking up in Minho’s arms. You remember getting to work, you remember seeing familiar pink hair outside the cafe, you remember starting to panic, you remember bolting to the back of the cafe the moment Sani had reached for the door. As if she wanted to try and enter the cafe.

You don’t remember going home. You don’t remember getting into bed or changing your shirt. You don’t know why Minho is here, nor why you're using him as a pillow. You realize it's dark out when looking out the window and bolt upright in a panic, Minho doing the same. “Hey, woah, calm down.” he puts his hands on your shoulders, a way to try and keep you grounded.

“What happened? Why am I home? I- The cafe, I need to go and close. What are you doing here?” Questions flew out of you at warp speed, worry overtaking you. You could feel your throat burning, and you started coughing right after your words left your mouth. You brought your hand up to grab your neck only to feel bandages covering it. Minho quickly gave you a bottle of water. You didn't know where he got it from. “Calm down, breathe for me. You had a panic attack, and you fell asleep afterwards, Mei called me, and I was close, so I came to help you. Mei already closed the cafe, Star is in the living room, and everything is fine. I’m here because I didn't wanna leave you confused.”

You slowly nod your head at his words, taking everything in. You tried to speak again, only for your voice to come out scratchy. You drank some more water before pointing to your neck questioningly. “ Oh, uhm when I found you, you kept scratching your neck, it's not as bad as it looks, I just couldn't apply the bandages well since you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you with too much movement.” Minho supplied, you nodded your head.

That had happened before, back when you had regular panic attacks scratching your neck was normal. “Do you want to- Actually nevermind. What happened? I understand that you may not want to talk about it, but you really scared me and Mei, and If I’m gonna have to keep this a secret from the others I need to know the full story” Minho was right, you did need to talk about it, but hearing his words reminded you of something.

“Where are Seungmin and I.N ?” You asked worriedly. If they were here when Minho brought you home, you knew it wouldn't be long until this information would be relayed to Hong Joong, who would then tell Mingi and Yunho “I called in a favor with Felix, so they’re having a sleepover at my place, I guessed you wouldn't want them to worry about you” you breathed a sigh of relief at Minho’s words before starting to fiddle with the cap of the bottle of water in your hands. “And um.. My shirt?”

“When I got to you your shirt had been ripped up, you seemingly tore through it in an effort to get to your neck and chest, Mei said you had an extra one in your bag so after I put on your bandages I put it on.” Minho supplied before standing up, walking to your dresser before picking up some new bandages, and what looked like a salve. “I know you're tired, but I need to apply some of this and then re-apply the bandages correctly. Do you think you can tell me what happened while I do that?” His voice was so gentle, so caring, you didn’t think you could deny him.

You nodded your head before standing up to go sit on the chair by your dresser in front of him.``Umm it’s a bit long and triggering, so if there's something I mention that makes you uncomfortable, could you please tell me?” Minho’s heart broke at your words. You were worrying about him even though this was your story, even in your current state. “Ofcourse, could you take off your shirt? The bandages go around some of your collarbone as well” You complied, albeit a bit hesitant, “I um have some sca-” he interrupted your words, “I know, I found you without a shirt, remember? You don’t have to tell me about them if you don’t want to, although I am curious.”

“It’s kind of connected to the story, so I don’t mind telling you, it happened a while ago, so it’s not as triggering for me anymore, I kind of got over it, besides they’ve started to heal, you can only really see them up close, remember a month ago when Felix and Hyunjin freaked out when we had that measuring with Innie? I had thought it was because they saw my scars, but quickly brushed that off, cause they were too far away, and they started giggling, so I don’t think it's that. I trust you, though Minho, despite only having known you for a little over 2 months, so I don’t mind telling you.” You smiled up at him as if you were trying to comfort him despite you being the one affected by whatever happened.

He processed your words for a moment before remembering the moment you were talking about, when Felix and Hyunjin were being weird because they saw your scars, only they didn't see your scars, they saw your soulmark, and they didn't tell him. That added another conversation he needed to have to his list.

“I’m happy that you feel comfortable with me” was all Minho said before he slowly started unwrapping the bandages, because what else was he supposed to say? You took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“Only Seungmin, Innie, and Chan know about this here. Although they don’t know the full story, they know the jist of it. So when I was about 15, this girl came up to me and my friend, she was really sweet and I guess I developed a soft spot for her? I kind of saw her as a younger sister and then about two weeks into our friendship she comes up to me saying she’s my soulmate, she had the same tattoo as me and everything -’ Minho’s hands stopped their motion of unwrapping the bandages, You didn’t seem to notice, “-obviously I was excited, I mean my soulmate was someone I was close to, but something still felt off I guess? Like the feelings I had for her were nothing like what my friends, Nugget, and his soulmate had for each other, I’ve told you about them before, right?” Minho hums in agreement because yes, you have told him about your friend Nugget and his soulmate, Yuyu.

“So I talked to them about it, and they said that maybe it's just different for everyone, I mean she had the same soulmark and everything, so we brushed it off thinking it was just nervousness. So life went on, me and her dated for 5 years Minho, 5 years of my life I spent caring for her, loving her, and feeling guilty because I felt as If my love wasn't enough. I did love her, but I couldn't bring myself to love her as much as my friends described their love for their soulmates. Do you know how much that hurt me? Everyone talked as if they were in love, and I only talked as if I loved her, not as if I was in love with her. I don’t know if that even makes sense, but that's how I saw it. We broke up at the end of my first year at uni when I was still in Kq. It was a messy ordeal, but basically she had class with one of my friends, she dropped one of her books when walking out of class, my friend had picked it up, and wanted to give it back to her, but his boyfriend had stopped him, he was nosy and wanted to find out what it was I guess. One of the only times his curiosity might have been for the best. I still remember when they showed me the book. It was blue, almost the same shade as my hair, it looked so plain? On the outside, but opening, it is still something that haunts me to my core.” Minho felt you shiver under his fingers. He didn't know if it was because of the memory you were reliving or the salve he was applying to your scratch marks.

“The book was basically like a log of me, she had everything wrote down, my schedules, my friends, how much she hates said friends, her plans to get rid of my friends, everything was written down, but worst of all was, she admitted, in this stupid little journal she admitted she wasn't my soulmate, her tattoo was fake fake Minho, she faked everything, she had fake tattoo’s custom made when she was young, and got a real one as soon as she turned 18, she had special markers that she would use to color in the little heart based on my moods too, because that’s something my tattoo does, it tells me how my soulmate feels via colors, fuck she even based her mood on the color of my tattoo.” You were crying now, and Minho didn’t know what to do. He was so unbelievably angry and yet all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, he gently wrapped the last of the bandage around your neck, before squatting down so that he was looking up at you, eye’s soft, his had placed on your cheek and thumb wiping away your tears, you leaned into his touch.

“ I- I confronted her about it obviously, my friends wanted to come with me, told me she was dangerous and despite it being true I didn’t want to believe it. I mean it made sense yes, why our love always felt forced, felt wrong, but I still didn’t want to believe it, she was such a big part of my life, I didn’t want to believe someone who I loved, someone who I trusted, would do this to me. As you can guess, it didn't go so well, the scars I have, they- they” You had struggled to speak further.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, calm down, take a breath, you don’t need to tell me if it's too hard for you” Minho’s voice was calm and reassuring, “No I want to tell you, I need to tell you. I trust you” You took another deep breath before continuing. “Turns out she was much more dangerous than I thought, she had this thought that if she could make me look at her, look at out bond-” You spit the word out as if it was repulsive, as if it burned, as if it was the worst word in the korean vocabulary, and Minho couldn't help but agree.

“- that I would understand we were meant to be. The scars, they aren't self-inflicted despite the looks of it. She did it, she made sure to leave the mark unharmed, something about how now I had no choice but to look at the tattoo that had been the same as hers, and how now that I was scared nobody else would accept me. That now I was truly hers and how she’s been waiting years to do this. She waited years to scar my body just so that she could feed into her own delusions. Eventually, my friends had found me, about a week later, she had hid well. The thing is, I had already passed out due to lack of sustenance, blood loss, and the shock of it all. I was in a comatose state for about 2 weeks before I woke up. According to my friends, she had been arrested on the spot, but the police were having trouble keeping her because the only evidence they had, me, was unconscious. Eventually, after I gave a statement, they could keep her on second-degree assault since there was no intent on murder. Things had gotten rough after that. Everything reminded me of her. I had frequent panic attacks, I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, eventually, when I had passed out for the 4th time due to malnutrition, the school had consulted my parents and let me move schools. My parents aren't really around, so they don't know everything that happened either. Things had started to get better, but about 4 months ago I got a call from the officer that was handling my case, They let Sanni, the girl, go because the prison was overcrowded and she had good behavior, I started panicking a bit when hearing that, but foolishly felt safe enough because I was in a new school, I kept to myself, and I have a fucking restraining order against her. Guess that doesn't mean shit, because today that pink haired bitch showed up to the cafe, I guess it just sent me back, I’m sorry for worrying you”

Minho had taken a moment to process your words before he just leaned forward, wrapped his arms around your waist and hugging you as tight as he could, his cheek placed right on the tattoo you two shared, was he crying? Yes, but you didn’t need to know that. You looked down in surprise before placing your hand in his hair. “Don't ever apologize for making me worry, worrying about you is a conscious decision I made, and it's something I plan on doing a lot more after what you've just told me because holy shit [Name], the fact that your still standing is something I'm so glad about. I am so sorry that you had to go through that and that the police are too incompetent to realize she should be locked up for life.” Minho looked up at you, eye’s glossy and tear tracks on his cheeks matching your own. “From now on I’ll protect you, okay? From now on you come to me if anything happens” He smiled up at you, a loving smile, as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel things.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked, only after realizing that it may have come off as rude, but the question was based on nothing but pure curiosity. “{Name], I care because-” This was his chance, his chance to tell you that he was yours, that he was the one you shared a bond with. “- I care because I’m your friend” you smiled down at him. “I think you’re bumped up to my best friend now” you chuckled, “Would your Nugget be okay with that?” Minho responded back to try and lighten the mood. “He’s just going to have to deal with it.” You responded, “Now come on, all this crying made me hungry” You stood up after Minho released you, putting on your shirt before walking out of the room, motioning for him to follow.

He could have told you, could have become yours, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. You needed a friend right now. You didn’t need a soulmate to add to this mess, so for now, he would be your friend. If you were happy, he was content with staying here. Protecting you from far away.

But with the realization that Sanni saw him and knows where you work, he thinks it will be much harder than he expected. He whips out his phone sending a message in the gc he has with the two idiots, before putting the device back in his pocket and walking out of your room, following the sound of your voice cooing at Star.

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note: Okay, so the legal talk in this is bad, but we move on. Please tell me what you all think of the story so far! also tell me what u think of Sanni😈 cause we are going to be seeing a lot more of here after this. Also, just a reminder, the way Blue handles trauma in this smau is not a reflection of the only way to deal with a trauma. Everyone has their own methods

[dollivication]

Hihiiiii, this is gonna be long, i've got a rant AND an idea thingy. i've mentioned before not bein into anyone other than Wesker in Resident Evil buuuut I just watched Resident Evil: Vendetta and I GET THE HYPE, I ADMIT, I GET IT. LEON'S MODEL IS SO FINE. I'm guilty to say seeing him in the movie and the old games vs in RE2+4 Remake, I prefer this design. He's more rugged? LAIK I KNOW HE STARTS OFF AS A ROOKIE BUUUT THEY COULDA KEPT HIS LOOK I saw people speaking about the newer design for his character saying they gave him the 'dumbass pretty boy' look cuz it makes more sense for him as a rookie cop in 2 but man.... Rookies can look like anything so if that were the case for the change....eeeeeh.... Also unpopular opinion, I also prefer Louis' old design. I'M SORRY, HE DOES GIVE OFF THE CREEPY UNCLE VIBE IN THE REMAKES MODEL. ANYWAY, I hope you're doing well today, staying hydrated and fed! Gotta look after yourself above all else. To make this less of a rant, I shall be the first (I think) to make a Wesker scenario/idea thingy. Wesker is all about himself, right? It's a part I surprisingly love about him. BUT LAIK, if he deems you special enough to make you his 'pet', just know he's NEVER letting you leave him. He knows all, where you go, who you talk to, what you're doing, etc. And if you even think of trying to contact anyone (perhaps a certain STARS agent...) you can find yourself tied up by his Uroboros tentacles and used for hours until he's done with work and uses you himself. He's superior, he tells you that, and he'll fill you up with his cum, talk about giving you a 'purpose' , laik breeding you to have his obviously 'superior, god-like children' OOP- He's a feckin menace, I can imagine if you go to get help in person (he has eyes on you at all times, so ofc you can roam around but not for long if you keep creep round some rookie or CHRIS) you'll end up in a bloody puddle, not dead but certainly taught a lesson... ☉▵☉ JUST AN IDEA FROM A DEPRAVED WESKER FAN DON'T MIND MEEE Love ya, Dolly (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ -Nell 🍓

NELLLLLL HAI HAILLO HEY :3!!!! WHEN I SAW THIS I LIT UP I CANNOT LAI… it’s always a treat to hear from yu!!! ^.^ and oh my we have MUCH TO DISCUSS TAKE A SEAT MWAAA 🩷🩷🩷

VENDETTA LEON IS JUST A SKRUNKLE!!!! HE IS a sopping wet andgrumpy kity… AND NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,, it would be interesting to see him laik dat in re2.. laik how could this stingy critter get even stingier… a leon miserable from the start would’ve been pretty funy methinks LMAO

you are SO right about luis’ old design you are voicing thoughts i am 2 shy to say.. laik his new design is great!! but there’s a certain peculiarity to his old wan that screams yucky weirdo uncle.. might be dat wack ass hair and outfit GIGGLING he looks laik a vampire too !!! they’re both in special parts of my heart…. 🩷

I AMMM DOING SPLENDID and oh my lordy lord i forgot to drink water today THANK you for the reminder LMHREKSLFG i promise that’s not usually like me.. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING THE SAME HOWEVER !!!!!! please take lots o care!!!! >.<

THE. THE WESKER SCENARIO. IM SAT.!!!!??? TENTACLES,, ESPECIALLY FROM UROBOROS,,, ARE THE WAY TO MY HEART …. THE SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. BY JOVE!!! he’s so narcissistic and he’d probably tell you to be thankful that he chose you to have his kids… anyone would die for a chance like that!! (he is NOT wrong HEL))

his freaky ass would probably even put a shock collar on you,… god forbid you do anything that’s remotely out of line! AND ESPECIALLY god forbid you go near chris he’ll actually tweak the fuck out … i want wesker to stab me and say it was my fault for pushing him i CANNOT lie.. laik yur rite king i’m sorryIMSO SANE IM SO SANY

nell i’m hugging yu so tightly rn this crumb of thought was yumy… i lauv wesker so badly….sighs dreamily💔💔💔

[firstkanaphans]

did not know i needed akk grinding on aye while dancing until this chapter

Happy to be of service 🫡

Speaking of that scene, I originally had Wat and his grad assistant crush there as well, and I need y'all to know that the crush is Sani. I doubt it'll ever come up again, but I really do like the idea of them together in a world where they didn't meet while she was his high school teacher.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

“I know there is a thin line between caring and cross the line. But I think we should care about other people sometimes. We are humans. It’s easy for us to feel and become sensitive. Think about it, if you are with someone, and the person you’re with never knows what you like or don’t like, how can you stay together?” Akk

“Don’t action speaks louder than words? At least it’s better than people who are all talk but no action. I think caring about others too much and trying to live up to their expectations all the time is too exhausting.” Aye

“If you still have feelings for each other, please hug each other tightly. Otherwise, you can just walk away.” Wat

Our Skyy 2, The Eclipse (episode 2)

Man….of course rather than talking to each other privately, our stubborn duo had to get their group of friends to essentially force them to act it out on screen….

But like Wat said to Teacher Sani “I really wished you can see them hug. They are 2 people who truly loves each other but believe in different things.” (Also, I truly believe their opposite nature in this matter balance them out and make them such a great couple to begin with!)