#smash into pieces ghost code

[xxmidnight-scarxx]

I think the smash into pieces albums ghost code and arcadia are linked in some way…. Haven’t fully worked out how yet but yk i’ll get back to that at some point

They look kinda similar tbh

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Leave Before You Love Me

Minho x reader!! Leeknow x reader!! genre; fluff, angst. word count:6.8k

summary; "Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️ an: i think.. im back? huhu. hi guys please enjoy this fic! ill make it up to you guys ill update. i hope you like this

I was always faithful.

Faithful to my long-term girlfriend.

I loved seeing her wake up beside me.

I loved how her eyes fluttered open slowly, how her lashes brushed her cheeks, and how she smiled half-asleep the moment she saw me watching.

I loved how she giggled when she ate her ice cream, always with that little crinkle in her nose.

How her eyes lit up like fairy lights whenever I surprised her.

How she looked funny, cute, and stunningly beautiful all at once—especially when I took stolen shots of her. She hated them. But I loved them. I loved her.

I loved how her hair smelled like home.

I loved when she cooked me my favorite dish, even after a long day.

I loved how she immediately hugged the stuffed toys I gave her like they were her most prized treasures.

How she teared up when I gave her flowers like it was the first bouquet she ever received.

How she kissed me with pure joy and whispered, "I missed you," every time I came home from work trips.

How she cried and hugged me tight like I was the only one she could hold on to.

I loved her.

Her touch.

Her kisses.

Her voice.

I loved her so much that I could picture us sitting on a porch at ninety—wrinkled, slow, but still hand in hand. Kids calling us Mommy and Daddy. A lifetime of shared mornings and sleepy goodnights.

I loved her so much that I’d give her the world, without hesitation.

I was sure of it.

Really…

Really?

I love her so much…

But then… why am I feeling this way?

I love her so much—I’m confident in it.

But why, when I see her smile… does my heart flutter in a way it shouldn't?

I love my girlfriend. I do. But why do I find myself hoping that the smile of that girl with the yellow top never fades?

Why does it hurt seeing her cry silently after getting scolded by our boss, even though she tries so hard not to show it?

Why…?

Just why?

Maybe… maybe I only feel sad for her. She told me her life’s been hard. No parents. No one to go home to. Maybe I just pity her.

Yes. Maybe she just needs someone. Maybe she’s like a sister to me.

Right?

Right.

Of course.

I love my girlfriend so much that when summer break in our company starts, I’ll finally take her on that trip. I’ll kneel, open the little box, and propose like I’ve always planned. Like I should.

I was about to smash the printer when all the papers came out blank. Again.

Like seriously—why do printers break only when you're in a rush?

“Woah! Don’t do that to Mr. Grr!”

I froze, caught off guard by the familiar voice of Y/N, my co-worker.

“You call it what?” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.

“Mr. Grr,” she repeated without blinking. “And you shouldn’t hit him. He gets worse when he’s scared.”

She took the paper from my hands like she was a printer whisperer, tapping the buttons gently and patting it like it was a crying baby.

“Mr. Grr, not now please. We’re all stressed. Just do your thing, okay?” she mumbled, still gently coaxing it.

I couldn’t help but stare. “Gentle parenting doesn’t work on machines,” I muttered, half-laughing.

But she didn’t even hear me—she was too focused.

“I promise! This worked last time!” She tapped it again, pressing a different combo of buttons, like she was entering a cheat code for patience.

Still… nothing. The printer continued to spit out blank sheets like a passive-aggressive ghost.

I sighed, frustrated, about to raise my fist—

—and she beat me to it.

“YOU USELESS PIECE OF—” she kicked it. Then again. And again.

I should’ve stopped her. I really should’ve.

But all I could do was laugh. Laugh like an idiot.

Because it was so her.

Unpredictable.

Passionate.

Weird.

And when the manager started walking over, already frowning, I stepped in without thinking.

I grabbed her hand gently. “Hey, hey. Calm down,” I said, still laughing.

She looked at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. And suddenly it was too quiet.

Too soft.

Mr. Grr, huh?

It was lunchtime.

As usual, if you’re an employed person—even if you're starving—you can’t fully enjoy your food. Your mind stays glued to deadlines and unfinished reports. Even if the food tastes good, your body just… doesn’t digest it well.

I was about to call Kim-- my girlfriends, and tell her I’d be doing overtime again because of the mountain of work. But she didn’t answer her phone. I understood. She was a virtual assistant—she had her own deadlines to fight.

I missed her.

We only saw each other twice a week now—every weekend because she works in another city.

Our apartment felt emptier without her.

I took a bite of my braised pork and lazily looked around the cafeteria. That’s when I saw something at the counter.

Her.

Y/N. Again.

Why do I keep seeing her everywhere lately?

"I'm really sorry! I tripped!"

A flustered employee bent down, trying to help wipe Y/N’s now-stained uniform.

A lot of food had splashed onto her. The floor was a mess. People were scrambling to help clean up while others just stood awkwardly watching.

But what caught me wasn’t the mess.

It was her expression.

No anger. No disgust. Not even a frustrated sigh.

She just stood there—shocked, maybe—but then took a napkin from her tray and simply said, “It’s okay.”

And smiled.

If it were me, I’d understand the employee too. Maybe they were tired. Stressed. We all have off days.

But I didn’t expect her to be that calm. Most people—especially girls with nice clothes—would’ve at least frowned or snapped.

She left her tray on the table and quietly walked away, probably heading to the nearest restroom.

I shrugged and continued eating.

She’s fine.

She can handle herself.

Everything has a solution.

Right?

I waited outside the nearest restroom.

Leaning against the wall, jacket in hand, I checked my watch.

Only five minutes left in my break.

I kept glancing toward the women’s restroom, only to awkwardly look away whenever someone came out. I must’ve looked suspicious, standing here like some confused mannequin.

Where was she?

She never came back to her seat. The food on her tray was left untouched. That’s why I brought this jacket.

Wait… what am I even doing?

What are you doing?

I blinked at the realization.

Why did I even care that she didn’t come back?

Why was I picturing her silently crying in a cubicle, trying to wash off stains that wouldn’t come out?

I turned, ready to walk away.

I’m just helping her because I’m a good guy. Yes. That’s it.

I’m concerned.

Any friend would be.

Other co-workers probably worried about her too.

So it’s fine. I’m just… thoughtful.

Stop overthinking. Not everything has to mean something.

I checked my watch again. Still waiting.

And then—finally—she came out.

Her uniform was a little damp, her hair slightly messy.

“Oh! Mr. Lee?” she blinked in surprise when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I saw what happened earlier. Thought maybe you needed help,” I said, stumbling a bit over my words. Why was I nervous?

“Ah, yes. Haha…” she let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thanks for the concern. I actually found a solution.”

She glanced down at her shirt.

“I washed it in the sink and stood under the hand dryer for like ten minutes. It’s not fully dry, but it’ll do.”

Of course she figured it out.

Of course she handled it herself.

“Well, that’s good,” I said, looking at the jacket in my hand. It wasn’t needed anymore.

“I guess I’ll head back to work now.”

“Okay. Thank you again,” she said, smiling.

“…Your food is cold now.”

That slipped out before I could stop it.

I turned and walked away.

“Thanks again!” she called out from behind.

We had an emergency meeting this afternoon.

It was serious. Heavy. Like we were all standing on the edge of a cliff.

The manager stood at the front, arms crossed, his usual light tone replaced by pressure. "Our company’s performance has dropped significantly this quarter,” he started. “If this keeps up, the next step is downsizing. We need ideas—concrete ones. What can we improve? Streamline? Cut back on?"

Silence.

The room was stiff. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone exchanged glances. No one wanted to speak first.

I cleared my throat and slowly raised my hand. “Well, I’ve been checking our logistics reports… and I think we’ve been spending way too much on outsourced tech services that we can actually handle in-house if we just retrain some of our own staff. It’ll cost less long-term, and we already have the talent.”

There were murmurs. A few people nodded. The manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s… a very valid point, Mr. Lee. Retraining instead of outsourcing could cut costs and boost productivity. Noted.”

I nodded and sat back down, feeling that slight burn of attention. But just before I could fully relax, I caught her eyes.

Y/N.

Sitting right across from me.

She had her pen poised over her tablet, her eyes laser-focused like she was calculating something. Then, she blinked and looked away, fixing her gaze on the monitor. Was she thinking about what I said?

The next speaker was called. I tried to listen.

Then came her name.

I thought she'd just stand up and share some points verbally like the rest of us, but to my surprise—she stood, walked to the front, and connected her tablet to the monitor.

Wait… she made a presentation? Just like that? How?

And then she started talking.

She outlined all the ideas discussed—mine included—but added layers to them. More logic. More context. She tied them together into a cohesive plan, all while speaking with such quiet confidence that even our manager stopped frowning.

I’d known she was smart.

But I didn’t know she was… this.

Maybe I never really paid enough attention.

But now I couldn’t stop.

After the meeting, everyone looked… lighter. Like that tight knot in our throats had finally been untangled. We’d done something good. Maybe, just maybe, we bought the company some time.

I packed my things and sent Kim a quick message:

“Finished work early tonight. Hope you’re doing okay. Get some rest.”

Then I joined the others by the elevator.

"You wanna come with us, Mr. Lee?" Chan asked. “We’re going for a drink—just to celebrate not crashing and burning today.”

“Maybe next time,” I smiled politely. “I just wanna sleep right now.”

"Can I go with you guys?"

We turned around.

It was her.

Y/N. Still full of life, like she hadn’t just gone through a draining day.

“Of course, come on,” said Mr. Han cheerfully.

I sighed quietly. I really didn’t want to go. I hated hangovers.

“You should join us, Mr. Lee,” she said, turning to me with a small smile. “Little wins should still be celebrated.”

“He’s tired,” Chan answered for me, smiling knowingly.

I don’t know how I ended up here.

A round table filled with hot soup, sizzling grilled meat, and coworkers laughing too loud. Juniors passed around shot glasses like it was tradition. Someone cranked up a K-pop song in the background.

Maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt.

But this girl beside me?

She clearly didn’t stop at just one.

“Stop drinking already!” Jisung nudged Y/N’s glass away.

“What are you, my boyfriend?” she slurred, laughing as she tried to pour herself another shot. “Why would I listen to youuu?”

“Because we’re concerned! Jeez!”

The others laughed, shaking their heads.

I looked at her.

Cheeks flushed. Hair a little messy from moving too much. Eyes gleaming under the dim lights.

She was loud and chaotic and real.

The kind of person you couldn’t ignore, even when you tried.

Then she turned to me.

"You were cool today, Mr. Lee," she said casually, almost like it didn’t mean much.

But her eyes were warm. Steady. "Like… really. The way you spoke earlier during the meeting? I don’t know, it was… I guess I never really noticed how sharp you are when you’re focused."

I blinked.

I’ve heard compliments before. I know I do my job well. I’ve been praised by higher-ups. Kim always tells me I’m smart and capable.

But for some reason… Hearing it from her felt different.

It didn’t just land in my ears. It hit me.

Right in the middle of my chest.

Like something warm I wasn’t ready to feel.

I looked away for a second.

And I smiled. Softly.

“…Thanks,” I said.

And in that exact moment…

I felt something I shouldn't.

Morning came. I arrived at the office earlier than usual. My coworkers trickled in looking like zombies—sleep-deprived and dragging themselves through the door like they had no choice but to exist. Which, honestly, they didn’t.

I buried myself in emails and paperwork, trying to focus, when the door opened.

Y/N walked in.

Late.

Not drastically, but still late.

…Wait. I noticed that?

She looked wrecked. Probably from last night—Mr. Han had to make sure she got home safely because she drank way too much. Her face said it all: puffy eyes, tired gaze, the kind of look that screams “please not today.”

I almost chuckled to myself.

Days passed. Life moved. Work piled up. But lately—no matter how much I buried myself in tasks—I noticed something else piling up too.

My awareness of her.

I caught myself glancing whenever she shifted in her seat, whenever she stood up to make coffee, even when she went to the balcony just to breathe. It's not like I was trying to notice her—it just happened. Like some involuntary reflex I couldn’t control.

And the way I looked at her…

It reminded me of how I used to look at my girlfriend. Back when everything between us was fresh. Back when just watching her do nothing felt like a privilege.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I needed to fix myself.

Maybe a strong, bitter coffee would snap me out of it.

I stood up and headed to the pantry.

“Make me one too, please,” Mr. Chan said as I passed by.

I nodded, barely listening.

I mean—Y/N is beautiful. But so are a lot of people here. And it never bothered me before.

This… this was different. And I hated that I couldn’t explain why.

I needed Kim.

She always made things feel clear.

I pulled out my phone and called her.

“Hello, babe?”

Her voice was soft and familiar. I instantly smiled. Just hearing her calmed the noise in my head.

We talked for a short while. She told me about her day, reminded me to rest, and said she missed me. I wanted to say more—but I kept it short. I felt… guilty. For reasons I couldn’t even explain.

Like I had done something wrong even though I hadn’t.

Like I was standing too close to a line I didn’t intend to cross.

What am I even doing?

Maybe I was just stressed.

Work can twist your thoughts, right?

When we ended the call, I stood there, hand on the coffee machine, zoned out completely. The machine beeped.

“Your coffee’s ready.”

I blinked.

Right. Mr. Chan’s coffee.

“Is that for Mr. Chan?” a voice said beside me.

I turned. Of course, it was her.

Y/N.

I gave a small nod, pretending I didn’t care. Pretending I didn’t notice her hair still a little messy or how tired she looked but still managed to smile.

“Well, guess I won’t make him one anymore,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Took you too long.”

I almost smiled. That impatient dumb.

“I think I’ll go now,” I said flatly, picking up the cup.

“Wait—can I ask you something?” she said, stopping me.

I paused.

“I know this is probably dumb,” she continued, shifting awkwardly, “but… the boss just called me into his office. He wants me to attend a seminar in the next city. He said I could bring someone along. I know you’ll probably say no but… still. I wanted to ask anyway.”

I stared at her.

I should say no.

I should tell her to ask Mr. Chan instead.

But that city… it’s where Kim is.

Maybe I could visit her too.

“…I’ll think about it.”

Lie.

I wouldn’t.

The office was quiet. Too quiet, actually. The only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional sigh from someone trying not to lose their mind.

Everyone was buried in deadlines. Eyes glued to screens. Coffee mugs half full—or half empty, depending on how their day was going.

I was deep into my task… until I hit a wall.

Of course I would. Because the next step of my work relied on Y/N’s output. Her report. Her data.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a quiet breath.

Why does it have to be her part that I need?

I stood up and walked over to her cubicle. She looked focused, her pen tapping against the desk while her eyes darted between tabs.

“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She turned and blinked. “Oh—yes?”

“I’m stuck. I need your report to move forward with mine.”

“Oh shoot—yes, I just finished the outline but not the graphs. Wait, I’ll show you.” She shuffled to the side and gestured to the seat next to her.

I sat down beside her, leaning slightly to see her monitor. She clicked through a few windows, and as I leaned closer, a soft scent hit me.

Her shampoo.

It smelled like something floral. Clean. Calming. Not too strong, but… noticeable.

I almost forgot what I came here for.

Focus. Work. You’re here for work.

She pulled up a chart. “See, I just need to match these values to the quarterly format, but it’s already linked to your file. I didn’t want to mess with your part.”

“We can fix it together,” I said, pointing to a row. “If you duplicate this logic and apply it here—”

She finished the thought with a click. “—then it connects to your formula. Got it.”

I looked at her. “You’re quick.”

She smiled. “You’re easy to work with.”

…Great. Now my brain had officially melted.

Later, during lunch.

I sat alone at my usual spot in the cafeteria, pushing the food around my plate again like a child who didn’t want to eat vegetables. The rice was warm, the meat was tender—but my appetite was missing.

Again.

I picked up my fork and forced a bite. It tasted fine. Just fine.

I sighed, glancing toward the counter where employees lined up for food.

That’s when I saw her.

Y/N.

She was laughing softly with someone.

Standing beside her was Seungmin, the new junior hire. Fresh-faced, eager, and frankly too charming for his own good.

She was assigned to guide him. Of course. Introduce him around, help him settle in. Probably explain all the chaotic systems we never bothered to document.

Still… watching her there—standing next to someone else, someone younger, someone smiling back at her like he had all the time in the world—something twisted in my chest.

Why does it feel like this?

Like something dull and uninvited had made its home just beneath my ribs.

They grabbed their trays and found a seat together.

She’s just doing her job, I reminded myself.

Still… it didn’t stop the way my appetite completely vanished.

--

I found myself back at the printer again.

Same spot. Same machine.

This time, I was hoping it wouldn’t decide to ruin my life the moment I needed it most. I pressed the buttons, fed the documents, and braced myself for the worst—

Whirrrrr. Print. Slide. Whirrr. Print.

Huh.

The papers slid out smoothly, one by one, like the machine suddenly decided to be a good citizen of the office world. No jams. No blinking red lights. No threatening to catch fire.

Just… printing. Like a normal, well-behaved machine.

I blinked at it.

“Wow,” I muttered, genuinely impressed. “You work now?”

I waited for the last page to drop into the tray, then reached out and gave the side of the printer a light pat.

“Good job, Mr. Grr.”

I didn’t even realize I said it until the words left my mouth. I paused, lips pressing into a line.

Mr. Grr.

That nickname.

The memory flashed in my mind: Y/N tapping the printer, whispering to it like a child calming down a tantrum. That stubborn look in her eyes. Her laugh when it still refused to work. The way she lost it and kicked it before the manager almost scolded her.

That day was chaotic.

I smirked a little to myself and shook my head.

“Don’t get used to the compliments,” I muttered to the printer. “You still suck 99% of the time.”

But I picked up my papers with less frustration than usual.

Maybe Mr. Grr just needed a little belief. Or maybe he worked better when he remembered her hands tapping gently on his side.

Or maybe I was just too tired and giving personality to a piece of plastic.

Either way, I walked back to my desk—printer papers in hand, and a tiny smile on my face I didn’t bother explaining.

I was already halfway back to my desk, papers in hand, when I heard a voice behind me:

“Did you just say Mr. Grr?”

I froze.

That voice.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

I slowly glanced over my shoulder.

Y/N was standing near the printer, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and the most obnoxiously smug smile playing on her lips.

She heard me.

“I—I didn’t,” I said, too fast. Way too fast. “You’re hearing things.”

She walked closer, casually leaned against the desk beside mine, and tilted her head. “So now I’m hallucinating nicknames for printers?”

“I mean… maybe you’re just stressed.”

“You patted it.” She pointed at my hand. “Like it was a living, breathing thing.”

“I was—thanking it. That’s different.”

“Ohhh, thanking Mr. Grr, huh?” she grinned, clearly enjoying this too much. “Interesting. I thought you said gentle parenting never works here?”

I groaned and rubbed my face, trying to hide the fact that I was smiling. “Are you seriously going to bring that back?”

“Are you seriously calling the printer the same name you laughed at me for?”

“…Okay. Fine. Maybe I said it. Once. Out of instinct. Happy?”

She chuckled, and for some reason that little sound made my chest tighten slightly.

“You’re lucky Mr. Grr worked this time,” she said, walking past me. “Or else I would’ve kicked him again. With heels.”

“I think that’s why he listened,” I called after her, watching her head shake as she laughed on her way back to her cubicle.

My smirk lingered even after she disappeared from view.

Mr. Grr, huh.

Guess the name’s grown on me, too.

--

It’s been three days since I last got a full reply from Kim. I tried messaging her again this morning, but it was left on read. She’s probably busy. I mean, she is a virtual assistant—always juggling clients and shifting schedules. That’s what I keep telling myself.

So I didn’t mind it.

Or at least… I tried not to.

I didn’t tell her I’d be in her city next week either. Thought it’d be a nice surprise. Maybe it would fix whatever this strange distance is between us. I already agreed to join the seminar anyway. I told myself it was the perfect opportunity—to support the company, and at the same time… see her. Just like old times.

The office was quiet again—our usual afternoon rhythm. Everyone was focused, typing intensely on their keyboards. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional mouse click or cough from across the room.

I was reviewing a document and preparing it for submission when I got stuck again. I needed a set of numbers from Y/N’s report—the final piece before I could send mine out. I sighed and stood from my chair, walking over to her cubicle.

She was typing quickly, brows slightly furrowed. “Hey,” I said, leaning down a bit to peek at her screen.

That’s when I smelled her shampoo. Clean. Subtle. Like freshly cut apples and a little vanilla.

Focus.

She glanced at me and blinked, “Oh, you need the numbers from this morning, right?”

I nodded, and without hesitation, she scooted slightly to the side and tilted her monitor toward me. We went through the spreadsheet together—quietly, efficiently—and before I knew it, we finished the task faster than I expected. We made a good team.

Again.

--

Back in the office, I forced myself to focus on my screen when I heard it.

The manager’s voice, louder than usual, cutting through the quiet.

“Mr. Seungmin! This file was not supposed to be sent out like this! Did you even review it?”

Everyone subtly turned their heads, pretending to work but clearly listening.

Y/N stood up without hesitation.

“Sir, I asked him to handle that. I should’ve reviewed it before submission—it was a misstep on both ends.”

Her voice was firm. Steady.

She then looked at Seungmin and gently patted his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll get better. Just keep learning.”

He thanked her quietly, head low.

And I?

I clenched my jaw.

He did mess up. He’s done it several times. Why is no one pointing that out?

But before I could say anything, she spoke again, as if she already anticipated what I was thinking.

“He’s still new,” she added. “Everyone needs someone to believe in them when they’re starting out.”

She didn’t say it with pride.

She said it with warmth.

I sat back in my chair and stared at my screen.

For some reason, her words echoed louder than they should have.

-

The seminar hall was packed with professionals from different firms, all seated neatly in rows, facing the wide stage. I adjusted my blazer and took my seat near the aisle, glancing around casually until—

My heart skipped.

There she was.

Y/N, walking in.

Wearing a dress that flowed just past her knees, simple but elegant. It wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t loud—but it was her. And somehow, it caught me off guard. She’s always been beautiful, I’ve always known that… but this—this felt different.

New.

She caught my gaze and smiled briefly before taking the seat beside me. We said nothing at first, just a quiet exchange of breath and glances as the opening remarks began.

Throughout the seminar, we sat side by side, listening, nodding, jotting things down on our pads. Every now and then, she leaned a little closer to whisper something about the speaker, or a slide that flashed too fast. I responded with a smirk or a soft reply, careful not to let my voice carry. We weren't even saying anything important. But the way her shoulder brushed mine every time she leaned in—it was enough to keep my thoughts distracted.

Too distracted.

—

It was already dusk when the seminar ended. The crowd slowly spilled out of the building, some chatting, others already planning their evening dinners.

Y/N and I stepped outside. The air was humid, and she was quiet beside me. I noticed her slowing down.

“Hey,” I asked, concerned. “You okay?”

She stopped walking. “I just… got a little dizzy. Maybe the room was too stuffy.”

Without hesitation, I steadied her arm. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

She didn’t argue.

I walked beside her, steady and slow, keeping a hand just behind her back, just in case. She leaned on me slightly—not too much, just enough to make me feel the weight of her trust. My mind ran faster than my footsteps.

I didn’t plan for this.

I didn’t expect this.

We reached the hotel entrance, and I guided her through the lobby, toward the elevator. She looked pale, but she still tried to smile. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I said, firmer than I meant to.

The elevator dinged. We stepped in.

Just a few more steps to her room.

But just as we rounded the corner of her hallway—

“…Babe?”

I froze.

That voice.

I turned around, and there she was.

Kim.

Standing a few doors down, her arms holding a coffee tray and some files, clearly not expecting to see this.

She looked at me.

Then at Y/N.

Then at the way I was holding Y/N’s arm gently, protectively.

Silence.

Too long of a silence.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Y/N stood up a little straighter, her hand subtly slipping away from mine.

And just like that—

The hallway felt heavier than any seminar room we had just left.

“Kim—wait!” I called out, but her figure had already turned the corner.

She was running.

And so I did too.

“Kim, please, it’s not what you think! I swear!” My voice echoed down the hallway.

But she didn’t stop.

She didn’t even turn back.

I chased after her out of instinct, out of desperation, but I never caught up. She was gone before I could explain… before I could even process how everything flipped in seconds.

I stood outside the hotel alone, breath uneven. All I could do was whisper a weak, “I’m sorry,” to the night air. But no one heard it. Not even her.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

I stared at the ceiling of my room, tossing and turning, hearing the echo of her footsteps in my head, the way her eyes clouded with hurt, the disbelief on her face. I told myself over and over again that it didn’t mean anything. That what I felt for Y/N was just—just confusion. Work stress. Proximity. Something meaningless.

And if it wasn’t meaningless?

It should be.

I have a girlfriend.

Or at least—I did.

I had to make things right.

Morning came heavy and unforgiving. My body wanted to shut down, but my mind was already set. When the rest of the team checked out and headed back to the office, I stayed behind.

I told them I had something personal to handle.

And I did.

I passed by a flower shop on the way. I picked out her favorite roses—white with soft pink edges, the kind she once mentioned liking when we passed by a garden, back when things were still simple.

I held them tightly, determined, as I approached her apartment building.

Maybe she wouldn’t forgive me right away. Maybe she’d shout, or cry, or not even open the door.

But I had to try.

I just wanted her to know I chose her.

I reached her door—and it was already slightly open.

“Kim?” I called gently, pushing it a bit.

What I saw stopped me in place.

She was there. —with someone else.

My friend.

And before they even noticed me standing frozen at the door, I heard their voices—clearly, painfully.

“Yes… I saw him cheating on me!” Kim said, her voice breaking.

“But you cheated too,” the man said, his hand on her back. “You’re both just… cheating with different people.”

Kim covered her face and sobbed. “I don’t know… I just—It hurts. I know I’ll hurt him if he ever sees me like this. But it also hurt me so much… to see him with her.”

“Then why did you do this?” he asked softly.

Kim was quiet. Then, almost whispering:

“Because he never had time for me. I have needs too, you know…”

And just like that, she leaned forward and kissed him.

That was the moment she finally saw me.

She pulled away from the kiss and froze. Her eyes widened in horror.

I was just standing there—roses still in my hand, heart now shattered on the floor.

I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.

Because yes, maybe I cheated… mentally. Maybe thinking about Y/N too often was already a betrayal. But I fought it. I tried. I stayed. I loved Kim through all the chaos in my mind.

I didn’t cross that line.

But what I just witnessed… was different.

That wasn’t a feeling.

That was a choice.

I didn’t even know when my legs started moving. Only that they did. I turned, and I ran.

Ran from the sight. Ran from the pain. Ran from everything.

A few days passed. Kim’s messages came in like small aftershocks. At first, there were questions. Then, accusations. Then silence.

Until the last one finally came:

“Fine! I cheated! I’m tired of fixing this relationship.”

I stared at the screen for a long time.

I waited for more. For something softer to follow. But nothing came.

She gave up. Just like that.

Maybe she was already tired way before I realized it. Or maybe I just gave her too many reasons to be.

But me? I didn’t stop.

I worked nonstop.

Didn’t even notice how many hours passed—didn’t care either. I skipped breaks. Skipped meals. Skipped feeling.

Maybe that’s what a broken heart does. It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t cry. It just… turns you quiet.

Colleagues were starting to worry. I’d hear them whisper sometimes.

“He’s still here?” “It’s almost 10PM…” “Did he even eat lunch?”

But I just kept working. It was easier. Easier to drown in reports and deadlines than to sit with my thoughts. Easier to feel the weight of stress than the weight of what I lost.

So I stayed late. Again. And again. Sometimes, I’d be the last one to turn off the office lights. Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to turn them off at all.

I guess this is what pain and guilt does—it doesn’t always hurt like knives… sometimes it numbs you so deeply, even exhaustion loses its meaning.

I was tired.

But even that… I couldn’t feel anymore.

I was just here.

Working.

Breathing.

Trying.

Because if I stopped… if I slowed down for even one second, I knew I’d remember everything.

And I wasn’t ready for that.

Not yet.

One morning, as I scrolled through a dull chain of emails, a cup of coffee slid silently across my table.

I looked up.

Y/N.

She gave me a soft smile, hesitant, almost like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to still be kind to me.

“Thanks,” I said, voice quieter than I intended.

She nodded and walked away.

I needed air. The kind that didn’t taste like burnt coffee and broken expectations.

I went to the office balcony.

The cold breeze slapped my face—finally, something I could feel.

“Hey,” a voice spoke gently from behind.

Y/N.

She stood beside me, eyes searching mine.

“I… I feel guilty,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I hadn’t gotten dizzy that day… if I hadn’t needed your help, maybe you two wouldn’t have…”

Her voice trailed off.

I exhaled. “It’s okay.”

I didn’t say more.

Because how do you say, “It’s okay because I found out she was already sleeping with someone else”?

“I messaged her,” she added, voice trembling. “Tried to explain that it wasn’t what she thought. That you were just helping me… but she blocked me.”

Of course she did. Why would Kim want truth now?

“I’ll go talk to her,” Y/N insisted, eyes pleading. “She has to know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll make her understand.”

“Don’t,” I said, finally turning to look at her.

Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”

I stared at the horizon.

“Because there’s nothing left to save.”

Her lips parted, confused. “What do you mean?”

I forced a breath. The truth sat like a stone in my throat. Heavy. Sharp.

“She cheated,” I said. “And not just with anyone. With my friend. And I also did..”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “No… no, you didn’t—”

“We did.” My voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of numb calm that only happens when you’ve run out of tears.

She didn’t say anything.

So I added, “And the worst part is… I don’t know which one of us started cheating first.”

Her voice cracked. “What do you mean?”

I finally looked her in the eye.

“You asked who I cheated with,” I said quietly. “And the truth is… I didn’t. Not with my body. But…”

I paused. Looked away again. Swallowed hard.

“I cheated with my heart.”

The breeze was suddenly colder.

“I cheated every time I looked at you and forgot what love was supposed to feel like with someone else. Every time I laughed at your jokes. Every time I noticed your perfume. Every time I stayed a little longer in your orbit because it felt… lighter.”

A long silence. Her breath hitched.

“What I felt for you,” I said, voice breaking, “was real. But it was wrong.”

Y/N stayed still. I didn’t expect her to speak. But she did.

“I think…” she began slowly, “this really was my fault.”

I turned to her.

“Because I fell for you too,” she whispered, her voice raw and shaking. “The man I knew could never be mine… because he already belonged to someone else.”

And there we were.

Two people standing still, with too many feelings and nowhere to put them.

Not together.

Not apart.

Just suspended in the heartbreak.

Y/N didn’t speak right away.

But when she finally did, her voice carried the weight of everything she’d kept in.

“I tried to impress you, you know?” she said, looking down at her fingers as they fidgeted. “Back when we had that emergency meeting, I was saying things I barely even understood—just hoping you’d notice me.”

I blinked, surprised.

She smiled faintly. “And that night I got drunk? I was so embarrassed… but a part of me was glad you saw me that way. Not perfect. Not composed. Just… me. That girl who liked you so much, she said things she shouldn’t.”

I didn’t interrupt. Just listened.

“I stared at you when you were working,” she confessed, cheeks turning a little red. “Not just once. A lot. Maybe too much. And when you got stuck in the printing room—Mr. Grr,” she added with a soft laugh, “I knew you were stressed. I wanted to help… even if it was just with a jammed printer.”

I chuckled lightly. “Mr. Grr did finally behave.”

“And when you came to my desk asking for my part,” she said, her smile turning gentler, “I liked those moments. I liked that you needed me, even if it was just for work. I liked seeing you up close.”

She paused for a breath.

“When you said yes to the seminar, I couldn’t even hide how happy I was. I know it was wrong. To want you like that. To hope for something when you had someone already. But… I liked you too much, Mr. Lee. And being wrong? It just… faded.”

She looked up at me, guilt shimmering in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”

Because it was.

Not because we were blameless—but because I understood now.

“It was the mentality,” I said. “If I was really faithful, nothing would’ve swayed me. But I let myself fall… fast. Too fast. That’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

We both laughed softly.

���Who even says sorry to who first in this situation?” she asked, eyes glinting through the sadness.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “But here we are.”

Two hearts, sitting with the wreckage of what they felt.

Two people who didn’t mean to break anything.

But did.

She took a deep breath. “I guess feelings really can’t be stopped, huh?”

“No,” I said quietly. “But they can be understood.”

She nodded. “I know we started… the wrong way.”

I looked at her. “Yeah. But if—if we were given a chance someday… maybe we could start right.”

A silence hung between us.

Hopeful. Gentle.

“But not now,” I added.

She nodded again. “Not now.”

Because right now…

We need to work.

We need to heal.

We need to grow separately from the mess we made together.

We exchanged one last look—neither heavy nor forced. Just something real. Something honest.

She smiled faintly and turned to walk back inside the office.

And I followed.

Because even if the heart aches, life goes on.

—The End.

[silverofthunder]

not tagged, but saw @iinchicore doing this, and this looked fun! 😊

RULES: you just got a shitty old car and it doesn't have bluetooth. you can only buy 7 CDs and you can't repeat an artist. what are you getting? 🎵💿

...

1. Ghost - Skeletá

2. Sleep Token - Even In Arcadia

3. Dark Divine - Deadly Fun

4. Måneskin - RUSH!

5. Electronic Callboy - Tekkno

6. Tokio Hotel - Humanoid

7. Smash Into Pieces - Ghost Code

...

tagging: @circle--of--confusion, @hangnailme93, @lilspacewolfie, and anyone who wants to do this. 😊

[davekat-sucks]

I have my troll headcanons, and this is gonna be a long one, I’m doing all the Beta trolls. Also note these headcanons assume all characters survive and exist on Earth C.

Aradia Megido is trying to puck back up on the hobbies she abandoned when she became a ghost, and with her luck Earth has a vast archeological expanse of history and paleontology that Alternia destroyed to legitimize the Condesce’s rule, and to erase any mention of organized rebellion against the empire. Of course, history still existed, but is almost exclusively known by highbloods who have the class and age to study writing, own journals to write on, live long enough to document dozens of sweeps of their life history, and have less of a chance to get culled by drones controlling population growth. Reassembling Alternian history on Earth C is like finishing a jigsaw puzzle with the pieces hiding across the empty void of space. Aradia likes to search for fossils, but her interest in the dead and telekinetic connection with ghosts make her a professional paranormal investigator as well, she once snuck into a haunted house being filmed for a ghost hunters TV show, and was caught on camera. Her ripped clothes and ruffled hair from attempting a breaking and entering made her look like an undead troll.

Tavros thinks Pokémon is too simple and amateur for him, when in reality he’s mad he still loses in competitive matches in both card game and online game. He still likes the Pokémon anime! A boy who never grows up going on adventures against an organized crime syndicate trying to steal a powerful ally and nonverbal creature! Not to mention that the Ash character has friends to tag along on their perilous journey! When it comes to fighting with mythical magical monsters and complex bullshit with cards, Tavros has a soft spot for Yu-Gi-Oh, and Seto Kaiba reminds him of a troll that kept on meddling with him… and still does.

Sollux is possibly the best software technician on Earth C. He is an admin for a forum that discusses obscure desktop/master software. He obviously uses Linux and Gnu, and codes .ath viruses as practice for whitehat hackers to disarm. His Earth C hive is entirely themed by bifurcation. His curtains, his furniture, his goddamn toilet are themed by 2 colors. Karkat calls it ugly, Kanaya calls it creative. To cope with his psiionics and his loss of them, Sollux teamed up with Aradia, Karkat, and Feferi to code and design a walkie talkie that can talk to the recently deceased, this was also done so people could stop running specifically to him for predictions of armageddon.

Karkat is trying very hard to accustom himself to human culture, he has watched a lot of human film (mostly American, a few Fench and Soviet films and a bunch of Tokusatsu and Anime slop) to get why humans were like that, and if everyone was like Dave and Rose. He finds human film boring and generic, but continues to watch it anyway, to connect with the human way of life. He also follows John’s Youtube account… to leave hate comments, they don’t even attack John’s appearance or the points John makes about the film, it’s general allusions to how frustrated he gets watching John’s videos.

Nepeta has been banned from New York C’s central park zoo for scaring the bears at their enclosure and intimidating them into smashing the glass. Nepeta was allowed back in 2 years later when she promised she would not harm any animals because “it would be too easy to hunt them.” Nepeta is a professional huntress who is unique in that she doesn’t use firearms, she just catches the animal in her mouth and slices their neck if it’s big game like deer or wild boar. She meets her maximum bag capacity within a day. She is the scourge of human huntsmen and she is known as “the green lioness” to many.

Kanaya was able to pass on the duties of brooding cavern patrol once the first Jadebloods reached maturation after 9 sweeps. On Earth she was introduced to a new series of monsters and beasts after being accustomed to the animated corpses she’d hunt during the Alternian day and rainbow drinkers in her trashy teengrub erotica. Since she was always around Rose, a girlfriend and devout student of zoologically dubious, she became a cryptozoologist and eventually a bigfoot hunter. Her agility, strength, night vision, and rainbow drinker hearing made her perfect for hunting North America C’s most hidden animal. She would mostly stalk the rustling of leaves and moaning from the shadows of the forest to find it’s a human hiker or a bear, until she actually caught Bigfoot in an open Brush 30 miles West of Marquette C, Michigan C. Notably sightings were made days after Kanaya caught the creature, and after a week on news channels, talk shows, radio interviews, getting a nobel prize in biology and ecology, and getting a giant golden trophy called the “first big step” she now is treading westwards for possible other bigfoot sighted from California to Idaho. That is, when she can schedule it, she has a girlfriend she also wants to be there for. Of course, Rose has joined Kanaya on a few bigfoot searches to support her girlfriend.

Terezi IS the law. Professional trollcop and private investigator, she has her own TV show like that of Chris Hansen where she roleplays as different people, ranging from kids that pedophiles prey on to lone wolfs and depressed deadbeats that drug cartels search for to hire as peddlers and soldiers. Terezi’s strongest expertise is hunting down anti-troll hate groups, since she gets to be herself instead of roleplay as a human. She struggles the most catching anti-human troll groups and Neo-Condescites considering she has to fight against her own species, which have an easier time sniffing out if she’s faking her human archetype and some of them are super strong indigobloods.

Vriska haaaaaaaates how boring and fake human roleplaying games are. In FLARP you had real costumes, stat bats, real loot, month long continuous sessions, and dire consequences if you lose. To keep herself not bored she has become a practitioner of the extreme sport of rock climbing, since Vriska hated walking down and up all those stairs just to get to her lusus, and climbing a shear face would be more safe than slipping on those infernal steps! She also wanted one day for her lusus to watch her climb, as spidermom laud down in that pit of webs, too fat and loud to crawl up herself. Spidermom has been dead for sweeps now so Vriska still won. GET F8CKED FUSSYF8NGS!!!!!!!!

Equius was an unfortunate troll who got caught up in strange human subcultures, and that subculture was human hypermasculinity and “alpha” male mentality. He has a Youtube channel, Twitter, and Instagram dedicated to exercising routines, habits, and hobbies that make male trolls, humans, carapacians, and even denizens respected leaders in their community. Equius tried to co-opt My Little Pony as being masculine and sigma despite the protagonists being all colorful horses. Equius believes all of the protagonist ponies (the mane 6 as they’re called in fandom circles) each hold masculine traits that can correlate with the masculine archetypes in alpha men. Think how Twilight Sparkle exemplifies intelligence and planning, AppleJack has strength and stoicism, Rarity appreciates natural beauty and appearence, etc. Also they are horses, and Equius is frustrated that humans took the maned roarbeast (lions) and striped fangbeast (tigers) as the mascot of alpha males. Equius made his own personal gym in his hive because he was banned from all the gyms for excessive sweating and never cleaning up his station. He films fighting tutorials with his combat robots, but they all break in one punch, so Nepeta has to be invited for any successful demonstrations on how to demonstrate Equius’s fighting style and not break in one punch.

Gamzee is in a mental Asylum becaise of the whole murder thing and has only broken off from Lord English’s control for the first time in his life. He expresses himself by rhyming the GREGCLOUROIAN WICKED RHYTHMS for THE FROWNING MASSES to proselytize the NEW COMING OF THE DARKER CARNIVAL. After 5 sweeps in a straitjacket Gamzee was deemed sane and pacified, so he can finally start his real life. He immediately asked Tavros to start dueting some sick bars he wrote in the brig to bring forth the new prophesy of the evanjesters. Tavros agreed without hesitation. “Mike Club” and “Wild T” sell albums as the “UNHINGED PAGLIACCI TROUPE” and have gotten many a negative review as “the worst rappers in all paradox space” but in the end, built up a dedicated fanbase of clownfolk and followers of the true faith.

Eridan doesn’t go out much, if at all. He plays a lot of video games, grand strategy, roleplaying games, a few puzzle games. He feels mixed about First Person Shooters and asks for a good story in an FPS campaign. He sees himself as honorablenand only shoots with a reason, like how he killed lusii to feed G’bolg’lyb and stop the vast glub. He doesn’t want to shoot people because some authority tells him to! Honest! Ask Sollux and he’ll agree Eridan shot in self defense! And Sollux is still alive and happier that he doesn’t hear the boices ofbthe dead doesn’t he?! Maybe Sollux should THANK HIM FOR BEING CONSIDERATE. Sorry what was I talking about? Eridan does not regret a lot of things, but he will still talk about them when you bring them up to insist he does not regret anything, nope, he’s fine. He does hang around with the people, or rather, person he tolerates. Karkat. Everyone else are lowbloods that don’t like him because he’s better than them so they insult him and say he smells bad when that’s the natural smell of the ocean and they don’t understand how important he is, or Feferi who toyed with his emotions and left him for some bipolar mustardblood and avoided him after ALL HE DUD FOR HER AND WAS SO NICE TO HER AND SHE DIDN’T RECIPROCATE THOSE FEELINGS wait what was I talking about? Eridan insists he does not need help. He’s fine. He’s fine fine fine fine fin.

Feferi loves Spongebob Squarepants, it’s a match made in heaven, but she’s not obsessed with it. She still went far enough to paint her recuperacoon blue with the colorful flowers that dotted the oceans of Bikini Bottom. She is an advocate for saving all the coral reefs and has sued many companies with her nonprofit organization and vast personal wealth for spillover of hazardous chemicals into protected waters. Considering how often CrockerCorp gets into these environmentalist lawsuits, Feferi gets under Jane’s nerves. A lot.

Final thoughts. Eridan, Karkat, Nepeta, Vriska, Tavros, and Terezi (sometimes Sollux but he’s busy most of the time) all run a discord for roleplaying and video games. Eridan Karkat and Tavros like to play the Elder Scrolls series, Sollux likes to play the Fallout series, Vriska, Nepeta, and Terezi like both. Sollux tried to get Eridan to play Fallout: New Vegas once, but Eridan got bored after a few hours and thought the morality system was too simple. Between the organized disciplined and stable Caesar’s Legion or the corrupt incompetent bureaucrats of the New California Republic, or the selfish authoritarian Mr. House, or you thrusting the wasteland into chaos as you throw all 3 of the remaining lighthouses of civilization into collapse. Sollux has a let’s play channel but the only uploads on it are Nepeta’s playthrough of Postal 2 she shared on the discord server.

Karkat does a lot of human movie watchparties with his old friends to keep his trollian friends close enough that they don’t kill each other or wander off on this new weird alien world, and to his surprise they like some of the human films even though they are bottom of the barrel compared to peak alternian film. Each of the trolls favorite films are:

Aradia: Carrie (1976)

Tavros: Pokémon the First Movie (2000)

Sollux: The Matrix (1999)

Karkat: Con Air (1996)

Nepeta: The Lion King (1994)

Kanaya Maryam: Harry and the Hendersons (1987)

Terezi: Trolls (2016)

Vriska: Pirates of the Caribbean (2005)

Equius: Spirit (2003) and Fight Club (1999)

Gamzee: Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988)

Eridan: Waterloo (1970)

Feferi: Atlantis the Lost Empire (2001)

Final fact: since films from the beta kids library still had a chronological year, the release year of films gets confusing, so to make up for it, films on Earth C are released on a separate calendar, the year on the Earth C Planetary Film Board is equal to current year (number of years after the original kids touched down on Earth C) plus 2009. Old Alternian films are hard to chronologically measure since they were made billions of years before April 2009.

This is a long one!

These are all amazing!

[overworkedblorbobattle]

The full list of characters in the Bracket!

The full list of characters who made it into the tournament are listed under the readmore.

Ada Paige- Rhythm Doctor

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Adora- She-Ra

Aki Hayakawa- Chainsaw man

Alfred Pennyworth- Batman

Almond Cookie - Cookie Run

Angela- Lobotomy Corporation

Anthy Himemiya- Revolutionary Girl Utena

Arthur Lester- Malevolent

Aymeric De Borel- Final Fantasy

Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce- MASH

Bucky Barnes- Marvel

Buffy Summers- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Burgerpants- Undertale

Carmen Sandiego- Carmen Sandiego

Carol Hathaway- ER

Charlie Magne Morningstar- Hazbin hotel

Chip Revvington- Toontown: Corporate Clash

Cliopher "Kip" Mdang- The Hands of the Emperor

Commander Peepers- Wander Over Yonder

Dana Scully- The X Files

Danny Fenton- Danny Phantom

David Jacobs- Newsies

DC/GOV- Welcome to the table

Dean Winchester- Supernatural

Dick Gumshoe- Ace attorney

Doppo Kannonzaka- Hypnosis Mic

Dot Campbell- The Wilds

Dr Charlotte Dubois- Falsettos

Emma Perkins- The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Five Pebbles- Rain World

Ford Pines- Gravity Falls

Fu Hua- Honkai Impact 3rd

George Karim/Cubbins - Lockwood and Co

Gilgamesh "Gil" Wulfenbach- Girl Genius

Gordon Michael Schwinn- A New Brain

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Guillermo de la Cruz- What We Do In The Shadows

Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb

Hera- Wolf 359

Homura Akemi- Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Hunter- The Owl House

Isabelle - Animal Crossing

Izzy Hands- Our Flag Means Death

Jaehee Kang- Mystic Messenger

Jafar- Twisted

Jamil Viper- Twisted Wonderland

Jean Gunnhildr - Genshin Impact

Jeremie Belpois- Code Lyoko

Jess Jordan- Succession

Jonathan Harker- Dracula

Jonathan Sims- The Magnus Archives

Jotaro Kujo- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Keito Hasumi- Ensemble Stars!

Kento Nanami- Jujutsu Kaisen

Kevin Kandy- Spooky Month

Kim Dokja- Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Kim Kitsuragi- Disco Elysium

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Danganronpa

Kunikida Doppo- Bungo Stray Dogs

Kurapika- Hunter x Hunter

Kusuo Saiki - The disastrous life of saiki k

Laerryn Coramar Seelie- Critical Role

Lamplighter/plight- OneShot

Larry- Pokemon

Larry Needlemeyer - The Amazing World of Gumball

Ling Wen- Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Link- The Legend of Zelda

Lisa Cuddy- House M.D

Lisa Wilbourn- Worm

Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre- The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

Loid Forger/Twilight- Spy x Family

Lucifer- Obey Me!

Lucretia- The Adventure Zone

Luisa Madrigal- Encanto

Maedhros Feanorian- The Silmarillion

Mafuyu Asahina- Project Sekai/Colorful Stage

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug

Marsh- Mistborn

Matthew Venn- The Long Call

Merlin- BBC Merlin

Miles O’Brien- Star Trek

Miss Pauling- Team Fortress 2

MK- Lego Monkie Kid

Molly Blyndeff- Epithet Erased

Mrs Doyle- Father ted

Munkustrap- Cats 1998

Nicholas Benedict- The Mysterious Benedict Society

Nishida- Yakuza

Obi-Wan Kenobi- Star Wars

Olruggio- Witch Hat Atelier

Pandemonica- Helltaker

Parsley Botch- Smile for Me

Peppino Spaghetti- Pizza Tower

Percy Jackson- Percy Jackson

Peregrine Mendicant- Homestuck

Ponder Stibbons- Discworld

Raphael Walt/Sirius Dieke- My Next Life as a Villainess

Ratchet- Transformers

Reagan Ridley- Inside Job

Reim Lunettes- Pandora Hearts

Retsuko- Aggretsuko

Riza Hawkeye- Fullmetal Alchemist

Robin- Smash Legends

Rory Williams- Doctor Who

Ryotaro Dojima - Persona

Sara Chidouin- Your Turn To Die

SecUnit- The Murderbot Diaries

Shang Qinghua - Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shota Aizawa- My Hero Academia

Sips- Fool’s Gold

Squidward Tentacles- Spongebob Squarepants

Stanley- The Stanley Parable

Steven Alen Starphase- Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen

Steven Universe- Steven Universe

Super Mario Bros.- Mario Series

Susan Taxpayer- Susan Taxpayer

The Cabbage Merchant- Avatar the Last Airbender

The Captain- BBC Ghosts

The Elsen- Off

The Manager- The Hotel Podcast

Touta Matsuda- Death Note

Trafalgar Law- One Piece

Twilight Sparkle- My Little Pony

Vera Oberlin- Monster Prom

Walter Pensive- Hello from the Hallowoods

Will Graham- Hannibal

William T Spears- Black Butler

[snootlestheangel]

MW3 Spoilers Below

**This is a rant about a song but it'll include MW3 Spoilers just a warning**

Moth by HELLYEAH

Surely someone's already pointed this out but this might be the most Ghost coded song out there, especially when you include the relationship he has with Soap. Even the canon one, where you can tell they're definitely friends and teammates

"I've been cast out, sequestered Pushed the fuck around Blindsided, beaten, locked up and bound Always thought I was human, but maybe I was wrong I've been treated like an animal, since the day I was born"

Like, okay, child abuse victim and tortured by the cartel. "Always thought I was human but maybe I was wrong" yeah okay "Ghost"

"The wounds that I wear are like the crown upon a king So heavy they lie, with all the pain that they bring My life's full of longing, but for what I'll never know I've been drawn into the fire as you reap what I sow"

I don't even think I have to say anything here. It's literally just Simon Riley, victim of everything, having to keep fighting cause it's all he has left. Become the Grim Reaper so you don't get reaped yourself.

"Like a moth to a flame, my wings burn away When things are too beautiful, I smash them to pieces The more that you love me, insecurity releases I'll be the one that's to blame, so I'll sell my soul to a blaze Like a moth to a flame, like a moth to a flame"

"The more that you love me, insecurity releases" So SoapGhost coded I'm sorry

"The ruler of the kingdom that ends up the pawn So tired of thinking of where it all went wrong Friendships, they come and go and sometimes they end Wouldn't dream in a million years that this would be one of them"

"Friendships they come and go and sometimes they end, wouldn't dream in a million years that this would be one of them" LITERALLY SOAP'S DEATH IN MW3! Like, they're clearly friends, they've got something there, and so Ghost, who has lost everyone until now, finally has a friendship that's worth hanging onto, a friend he's confident nothing will happen to. And then BAM! He's suddenly kneeling next to said friend's lifeless body wondering where it all went wrong.

"Faith in the life, belief 'til the end Failure's not an option, but the options exist I gave up my everything, I give 'til I bleed Take it all, take everything, just take it from me"

Guys is this is so them!!! Even as a friendship perspective and not romantic partners!!

"You're pushing me, I'm pushing back Falling down, my heart attacks Compassion is lost No more hope, no more trust I tore it down and burnt it up All faith is gone"

Ghost, who feels there's nothing left in life after losing his best friend, his ride-or-die Soap, his Johnny, just wanting to burn the world down cause he's lost all faith in good things ever happening to him again

"I'm not a hero or a villain, not a god, I'm just a man Staring through the hourglass at the footprints in the sand I'm stripping off my armor, my battles here are done Wave my white flag to surrender And fly into the sun"

Despite earning the name "Ghost", he's reminded he's still just a human being. He's finally reached his limit after losing Johnny, so here he is, standing in the aftermath of the world he's burned and ready to burn with it.

It's just such a Simon "Ghost" Riley song and I desperately needed to share

[queermentaldisaster]

can you analyze mcr songs they’re so ghoap coded i swear

As someone who's slowly starting to get into MCR, absolutely! I'll be honest, I picked a random song that just happened to give me Ghoap vibes.

"When the lights go out, will you take me with you?" - Soap, asking Ghost if he'll be there when he dies.

"How long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm?" - Ghost, trusting Soap, no matter how scared he is.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." - Soap, promising Ghost that if he needs it, he'll run with Ghost, as far as he wants.

"Terrified of what I'd be as a kid." - Pretty self explanatory, from Ghost's point of view.

"Every single day, when people try and put the pieces back together, just to smash them down." - Ghost, feeling like no matter what he does, he'll never find someone who truly cares.

(But he does, because he found Johnny. ❤) (hopefully this was good!!!)

[dickarchivist]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Nika my beloved ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Here's my top 5 of July so Far:

Kill your Heroes by AWOLNATION (Ghost coded)

Tried to be by CityCreed (Zeros Coded)

Horseshoe Crab by Slothrust

All Eyes On You by Smash Into Pieces

Shattered Stars by Steam Powered Giraffe (Wraith Coded)

[cyberhex-coining]

Ghostcodealbumic

A xenogender related to the album Ghost Code by Smash Into Pieces

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coined by Flaire☆

No ID

[theadamantium]

Guitarist, Benjamin Jennebo, of Swedish hard rock band, Smash Into Pieces, joins us on this episode of The Adamantium Podcast. We discuss their latest album, Ghost Code, it’s continued storyline, and singles “Trigger” and “Venom.” We also talk about the creation and importance of the APOC character to the band and their stories, their participation in the Melodifestivalen competition in their home country of Sweden, his love of ABBA and Rammstein, comic books, and more! 

[murdereyesnicky]

Tagged by @intothetr33s for my May receiptify(?). Now i dont have spotify BUT i still wanna participate so im gonna do my top songs of May instead!

Trigger by Smash Into Pieces

Afterglow by Smash Into Pieces

Heroes Are Calling by Smash Into Pieces

Flow by Smash Into Pieces

The Tide by Smash Into Pieces

Six Feet Under by Smash Into Pieces

Venom by Smash Into Pieces

Let It All Out by Smash Into Pieces

Out of Here by Smash Into Pieces

Watching Over You by Smash Into Pieces

Sleepwalking by Smash Into Pieces

Bleed by Smash Into Pieces

Can ya tell ive been listenin to nothin BUT Ghost Code since it released? I am nothin if not entirely predictable when it comes music LFBFJDBKSBSKSBKDKD

Taggin @danhalen @daydreaminggenius @swiss-army-fangirl @rickporcellosfishinglicsense @batsinurbelfrey and whoever else wants to do this!

[xxmidnight-scarxx]

I’m currently going insane over the new smash into pieces album (ghost code) its so fucking good

Pretty sure its summoned a special interest (or a hyperfixation idk)

[silverofthunder]

i was tagged by @dxncemxcabre, thank you sm <3

list your top 5 albums from your top 5 artists and have people vote on which one matches your vibe!

i don't know how to check my fave top artists so just putting what i think they probably are. also, couldn't come up with 5 so you get only 4 options.

which is the most Jen core album?

tagging: @copiasjuicebox, @lilspacewolfie, @circle--of--confusion, @kissingghouls (don't feel pressured to do this, tho ♡)

[lazy-ahh]

MASTERLIST ! ! !

sincerely hope you enjoy your time here! 🫴💝

MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [ORBIT (YOU BURN BRIGHTER WITHOUT ME)]

you loved him in the way people love stars—knowing the light is already dead by the time it reaches you. mark grayson was made of collisions: his hands, his heart, his promises. you didn’t mind the bruises. not until the day you became one of them. (or: in which love is not enough to save you, but it’s the only thing either of you knows how to bleed for.)

› [YOU WERE ALWAYS IT FOR ME]

in which you hear something you weren’t supposed to. too bad mark grayson doesn’t know you’re awake. too bad you’ve loved him just as long.

› [TROUBLE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU]

you’re a disaster wrapped in kevlar and bad decisions. mark grayson? he’s sunshine in spandex. you shouldn’t work. you don’t work—except when it’s 2 am and the city’s quiet, except when his hands find the cracks in your armor like they were made to fit there. except when he looks at you like you’re something worth loving, and for once, you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong.

› [FIVE MORE MINUTES]

you just wanted a snack—was that too much to ask? but with mark grayson's warm, shirtless body pressed against yours, his hands tracing lazy patterns over your hips, and that stupidly perfect smirk ghosting your shoulder... maybe hunger can wait. after all, who needs food when your clingy, ridiculously hot superhero boyfriend is determined to keep you in bed forever?

› [ISSUE #27: HOW I (RELUCTANTLY) FELL FOR A NERD]

you've spent months pretending mark grayson is just some awkward comic book nerd—until one conversation about seance dog ruins everything. now you're stuck noticing things: how his stupid sweater hugs his arms, how his laugh sounds like a dying seagull (...in a cute way? and also why is his voice kinda hot-), and worst of all, how he might actually be the only person who gets you. william is suffering. you're in denial. mark is, as always, a disaster. this is war.

› [THRAXAN DRESS CODE: SMASH OR PASS]

mark grayson has survived battles, aliens, and the horrors of thraxa—but none of it prepared him for the real threat: you, utterly obsessed with how good he looks in that stupid, shimmering thraxan outfit.

› [THE WAY HOME FEELS]

debbie grayson has two sons—one by blood, one by choice. mark grayson has known this since he was ten, when you first started tagging along after school and never really left. seven years later, nothing's changed: you're still her favourite, still folded into their family like you were always meant to be there. and mark? well. he's just desperately in love with his best friend, watching you move through his house like it's yours, wondering if you'll ever realise his heart has been yours just as long.

› [YOUR PERSONAL CHEWTOY]

what started as a silly tiktok trend quickly spirals into something far more intimate when you convince your superhero boyfriend to try the viral "bow challenge." but between mark grayson's effortless strength, his flustered giggles, and the way he melts under your touch, you quickly realize this is about so much more than snapping a piece of silk.

› [THE SOUNDS HE MAKES (ARE ONLY FOR YOU)]

mark grayson purrs. it’s a secret only you know—something between a biological quirk and a love language, vibrating against your skin every time you touch him just right. and god, do you love finding new ways to draw it out of him.

› [CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT (I'LL CALL IT LOVE)]

mark grayson has a problem: you. specifically, the way you laugh at your own pranks, the way your hands always find their way to him, the way you call him 'pretty boy' like it doesn't ruin him every single time. (he wishes it meant something. he wishes you'd mean it.)

› [OVERDUE FEELINGS]

in which you’re just trying to finish your damn homework, but mark grayson keeps being distractingly… mark. (leaning into your space. bumping knees under the library table. accidentally reciting love poems like they’re about you.) it’s fine. you’re fine. (you’re not fine.)

› [YOU, ME, AND THE GHOST OF HIM]

in every world, you'd choose mark grayson. even when he's not yours. even when he's broken. even when it destroys you both.

› [THE WAY LIFE GOES]

you died a hero. you fought your way back from the grave. but the worst part isn’t the scars—it’s watching mark grayson live a life without you in it.

› [YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE GOES GOOD WITH GAMING?]

you’ve waited weeks for him to return from his mission, and now he’s here, warm and insistent against you, while your ranked match blares ignored on the screen. the worst part? you don't mind losing. despite the weeks of hard work. you want his lips on yours, his weight pressing you into the chair, the way he murmurs "i missed you" between kisses like it’s a confession. but you’ve clawed your way to this rank-up game, and you never quit—even when mark grayson’s tongue is lapping up the precome leaking from your tip and your fingers are trembling on the keyboard.

› [HUSBAND MATERIAL]

in which mark grayson realizes two things: (1) his sharp-tongued, emotionally constipated boyfriend is absolutely husband material, and (2) he might actually combust if he doesn’t put a ring on it soon.

› [BUILD TO HOLD]

mark grayson swears he’s strong—until you pin him to the mat with ease, muscles flexing under your shirt, and suddenly he doesn’t mind losing. not when it means getting this close.

› [SECOND CHANCE]

what if you got a second chance to fix everything? when your fear kept your heart locked away, watching helplessly as mark grayson slipped through your fingers and loved someone else, the universe offers you an impossible gift—a journey back to where it all went wrong. this time, the words you swallowed will spill from your lips. this time, your trembling hands will reach for his. this time, you'll rewrite your story without regrets. because some loves are worth fighting for, even across time itself.

› [YOU CAN STAY]

the weight of the world is crushing you—vigilante work, university, the endless noise of expectations. you’re so tired of holding it all together. but when mark grayson finds you breaking apart, he doesn’t flinch. he just holds you, whispering the words you’re too afraid to believe: "you don’t have to do this alone."

series

› [ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE]

childhood best friends aren't supposed to stare at each other's lips. they don't linger in quiet moments, hearts pounding, stealing glances that last a second too long—close enough to cross the line, but too scared to take the leap, scared of ruining the one good thing close to perfection in their lives. mark grayson knows this. you know this. yet here you both are... two idiots who'd rather choke on their words than admit the truth.

› [ALMOST, BUT NEVER QUITE (pt. 2)]

a hundred almosts. a hundred times mark grayson nearly tells you—with his hands brushing yours a second too long, with his voice cracking when he says your name, with the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense in his chaotic, superhero life. but ‘almost’ doesn’t change anything. not until one quiet night, when the air between you crackles with everything unsaid, and the line between friendship and more feels thinner than ever.

(or: mark and reader are disasters in love, dancing around the truth until neither can pretend anymore.)

flash fiction

› [MARK GRAYSON X STALKER! READER]

okay, we’ve all seen stalker! mark grayson x reader, right? but what if… it’s the other way around? what if it’s you who’s been watching him—long before he ever became invincible? what if your obsession started when you were both just kids, a slow-burning fuse that you carefully lit, nurturing it into an inferno over years, almost a decade even? a plan so meticulous, so perfect, that mark grayson never even saw it coming—he just fell, helplessly, right into your waiting hands.

-

GOGGLE-LESS! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [HOW TO (NOT) CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS VIA ATTEMPTED MURDER]

they say violence is a love language—and yours is practically poetry. mark grayson knows this better than anyone. (or: the one where you punch him in the face daily and he still looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.)

-

MASKLESS! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [(YOU WERE) MY HOME]

you memorized the exact shade of brown in mark grayson’s eyes. the way his laugh crinkles his nose. how his hands always tremble after a fight. he memorized the way your body went limp in his arms when the kryptonite hit. how your blood looked smeared across his suit. the exact second your heartbeat stopped. (he’s not your mark. but when he kisses you like he’s drowning, you let him.)

-

MOHAWK! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [ME? CARE? LOL. LMAO.]

imagine the most unhinged version of mark grayson—now give him a mohawk, piercings, and exactly zero self-preservation instincts. this is that fic. (also maybe some feelings. but we don’t talk about those.)

› [CHAOS LIKES COMPANY. A.K.A I LIKE YOU]

you always imagined your grand exit would be more dramatic—maybe a hail of gunfire, a building collapsing in slow motion, at least a decent fucking punchline. instead you're testing a theory: if you disappear now, will mark grayson (your idiot, your disaster, the love of your shitty life) even notice? were you gonna be a tragic loss that haunted him forever, or the weird stain on the couch he learned to ignore?

› [I HATE YOU (I LOVE YOU)]

mark grayson is seventeen, stupidly powerful, and completely incapable of handling you—his childhood rival, his best friend, the person who drives him absolutely insane in every way possible. you fight, you shove each other into lockers, you steal the last fry off his tray every damn day. and yet, somehow, you're the only thing he can't seem to live without.

› [LOST STAR]

when a tamaranean crash-lands on earth with his powers locked behind strange cuffs, the last person he expects to meet is mark grayson—mohawk, piercings, and all the attitude of a pissed-off superhuman. but after a very unconventional first encounter (involving lips, language barriers, and zero personal space), the two find themselves tangled in something neither expected. now mark’s stuck babysitting an alien who follows him like a lovesick comet, touches him like he’s something sacred, and looks at him like he’s the entire damn universe. worst part? mark’s starting to like it.

› [BLACK AND BLUE]

what do you get when you mix a snarky kryptonian with a mohawk-sporting, emotionally constipated invincible? a whole lot of bickering, brutal takedowns, and unresolved sexual tension that could power a city. you and mark grayson have been dancing around each other for years—fighting villains, fighting each other, and definitely not thinking about what his hands would feel like under your shirt. but when a simple mission leaves you both bruised and breathless, that thin line between rivalry and something else starts to blur. and maybe—maybe—you’re both finally ready to cross it.

-

OMNI! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [HIS TO KEEP]

they’d call it toxic. you call it love. mark grayson decides what you eat, what you wear, when you come—and you wouldn’t have it any other way. after all, who needs freedom when you have him?

-

SHIESTY! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [TIS' BUT A SCRATCH]

you’re bleeding out. you’re definitely bleeding out. but hey—if you play it cool, maybe mark won’t notice? (keyword: maybe.) turns out, hiding a gaping wound from your superpowered, hyper-observant boyfriend, mark grayson, isn’t exactly your best idea. especially when said boyfriend is the kind of guy who swears like a sailor, fights like a berserker, and somehow still manages to be the most overprotective idiot alive.

-

SINISTER! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [THE THINGS YOU'D DO FOR LOVE]

you’d follow mark grayson anywhere—even into the dark. when he asks you to betray everything you once stood for, you don’t hesitate. not when his hands are the only ones that still feel like home.

› [THE LAST ONE STANDING]

what happens when you're the only one left alive across every dimension? ask the eight broken mark graysons trailing behind you—or better yet, ask your mark, the one who saved you. the one who watches with a smirk as his variants crumble at the sight of you: breathing, laughing, his.

› [REVERENCE]

the bedroom is vast, the sheets are silk, and the blood on his hands is yours to worship. mark grayson comes home to you—not as the hero the world thinks he is, but as something far more devoted. something far more dangerous. and when he presses his bloodstained lips to your skin, murmuring about the cities he burned in your name, you don’t flinch. you never do. (you love him too much for that.)

series

› [A BEAUTIFUL, MONSTROUS THING]

mark grayson, also known as invincible, is a sinister conqueror who decided to kill thousands of people alongside his father. they call him a monster. you call him yours. (and when he smiles at you—all sharp teeth and ruined cities—you don’t flinch. you smile back.)

› [YOUR SON, YOUR BLOOD, YOUR UNDOING]

love is a weak human thing—until it isn’t. until it’s mark grayson’s hands around his father’s throat, his lips stained with viltrumite blood as he gasps ‘mine’ like it’s the only word left in his vocabulary. (or: the one where legacy means nothing, and you mean everything.)

› [HONEY ON HIS LIPS, VENOM IN HIS KISS (MY LITTLE BUMBLEBEE)]

a chillingly sweet one-shot where mass murder is just foreplay, where pet names are whispered between executions, and where the only thing more terrifying than mark grayson’s power is how desperately he’s adored by you. when a foolish hero tries to stand against you both, they’ll learn the hard way: this couple kills together—your hands just as bloody as his, your smile just as sharp. after all, why should the world get to keep its heroes when you could keep mark all to yourself?

-

VILTRUM! MARK GRAYSON

one-shots

› [THE WRONG UNIVERSE TO LOVE YOU IN]

this one wants you back. the problem? you don't belong to him. you belong to the mark grayson who loves eve, the mark who will never know you loved him first, the mark whose laugh still echoes in your dreams. now, as his fingers wipe blood from your face with terrifying gentleness, reality splits open: stay and die for a love that was never yours, or let him steal you away to a world where you were his—where you'll always be second to a ghost of yourself. (he promises to be better. you almost believe him.)

› [ORPHAN OF THE VOID (MEETS HIS RUIN)]

rule #1 of being a space outlaw: always put yourself first. you've survived slave markets, alien mobs, and the cold void of space—but none of it prepared you for mark grayson. in another life, you might’ve run. but his hand fits too perfectly around yours—and for the first time, you’re not sure you want to escape.

INVINCIBLE VARIANTS

one-shots

› [BEACH DAY]

when you saved your dimension by essentially telling eight war criminal mark grayson variants "guys, fellas, no need to fight—you can all share me," you proved one universal truth: nobody's pull game hits harder than yours. now you're stuck herding your emotionally constipated boyfriends to the beach, where the only things stronger than their urge to conquer continents is their inability to resist you. between mohawk mark's bitching, sinister mark's possessive hands, and viltrum mark watching from the shadows like a kicked puppy, it's a miracle the ocean's still standing. but hey—if anyone can keep eight genocidal maniacs from drowning each other (and maybe sneak in some cuddles), it's you.

tags: [reader] has rizz that transcends dimensions, beach day with your war criminal harem, "why choose when you can have all of them?", mark grayson variants being disasters (affectionate), somehow this is cecil's problem now.

(≧∇≦)ﾉ☆

JASON TODD

one-shots

› [HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE]

the blood on jason todd's gloves isn't yours. the ache in his chest is. it's been there since the first time you kissed him - this relentless, terrifying need that claws at his ribs whenever he's away from you.

› [TRACING SCARS]

in the quiet hours between nightmares and dawn, jason todd lets himself be vulnerable—just for you. tracing scars instead of reopening wounds, sharing breath instead of bullets, he learns that some things are stronger than the past.

› [THE CROWBAR WASN'T THE WORST OF IT (WATCHING YOU FORGET HOW TO SMILE IS)]

you'd recognize jason todd anywhere—even through the armor, even through the years. the arkham knight moves like a ghost, but you know the weight of his footsteps, the hitch in his breath when he lies. and when he saves you from a bat to the skull, you do the one thing that might break you both: you pretend not to know him, the boy under the armor who still wears your old hoodie beneath his kevlar.

› [IT WILL COME BACK]

twenty five times jason todd warned you not to love him, and one time he begged you to stay.

› [CLOSE ENOUGH TO HURT (CLOSE ENOUGH TO HOLD)]

jason todd doesn't ask for hugs. he asks you to punch him instead. it's your job to read between the bruises.

› [LIKE WE WERE KIDS AGAIN]

"you stayed," you murmur, voice cracking like the childhood promises you both broke. jason todd doesn’t answer—just holds you tighter, as if his arms could undo years of hurt. (they can’t. but tonight, with your laughter muffled against his chest and his fingers tangled in yours, maybe "broken" doesn’t have to mean "unfixable.")

› [DEVOTION]

a love that’s more teeth than tenderness—jason todd doesn’t know how to love you quietly. it’s in the traps he rigs around your apartment, the way his hands shake when he pulls you close, the growl in his voice when you’re five minutes late. he’d raze gotham to keep you safe, and the worst part? you’d let him. you’d help him burn it down.

› [YOURS, ALWAYS]

jason todd has always been yours—through scraped knees and robin stunts, through death and what came after. and when he finally says it out loud (awkwardly, over cold takeout, like the emotionally constipated bastard he is), you don’t let him take it back. because some things are just inevitable. like batman’s no-kill rule. like gotham’s shitty weather. and like you loving him, no matter what.

series

› [I THOUGHT OF YOU BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED]

jason todd comes home to you with bruised knuckles and a heart too full to name. the red hood is all sharp edges and violence, but with you? he's just jason—achingly tender, disarmingly soft, hands that break bones cradling your face like you’re something sacred.

› [BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED (pt. 2)]

the red hood is all sharp edges and violence—but with you? he's just jason. aching. tender. hands that break bones cradling your face like you’re something sacred. and tonight, jason todd doesn’t want worship. he wants to be ruined by it.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[jokin-izar]

BALANCE DE PRIMAVERA 2024

- - - LIBROS - - - 

 “En el Japón Fantasmal”, Lafcadio Hearn.    "Gris”, Carlos Sisí.

   “La casa de la noche”, Jo Nesbo.

   “La ciudad y sus muros inciertos”, Haruki Murakami.    “La señal de la cruz”, Margot Douaihy.

   “La peor nave de la Armada”, Skyler Ramirez.

   “Orquesta”, Miqui Otero.

   “Perro viejo”, Ernesto Mallo.    “Tres enigmas para la Organización”, Eduardo Mendoza.

- - - SERIES - - -

   “Atasco”     "Bodkin"     “Constelación”

   “Darknet” 

   “Fallout” 

   “Fuera de rango” T2    "Halo" T2    "La chica de nieve"    “La señal” 

   "Las largas sombras"    “Muertos S.L."

   “Nell, la Renegada"    “Parasyte: Los grises"    “Perverso"

   “Pesadillas y ensoñaciones"    "Shogun"

   “Star Trek Discovery" T5    “Star Wars La remesa mala"T5

...... ......

  - - - PELÍCULAS - - -

    “28 días después” 

   “Anatomía de una caída”

   “Animalia”    "Atlas"   "Blood"   "Descansa en paz"   "Dune"   "Dune 2"   "El último Late Night"   "Godzilla y Kong: El nuevo imperio"   "Inmaculda"   "La mesita del comedor"   "Más allá de los dos minutos infinitos"   "Rebel Moon: La guerrera que deja marcas"   "The Man From Earth"

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MÚSICA - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - 

Abril 2024

MDNGHTMASS - "I Know There's A Heaven Because I've Seen Hell" (2024) AMYR ABADAWN - "Nebula Lament"  (2024) NEW YEARS DAY - "Half Black Heart"  (2024) URKARA - "Urkara I"  (2024) THE WARNING - "S!CK" [Videoclip]  (2024) MONTARAZ - "Defendiendo Tu Voz"  (2024) CONQUER // DIVIDE - "Slow Burn"  (2023) LEAVES' EYES - "Myths Of Fate"  (2024) RAGE - "Afterlifelines"  (2024) SMASH INTO PIECES - "Ghost Code"  (2024) HESKEN - "Architect of Chaos"  (2024) EVETH - "Sellando El Destino"  (2024) CORVUS V - "Iter" (2024) VOIDED - "One" [EP]  (2024) PEARL JAM - "Dark Matter"  (2024)

 Mayo 2024

URTZ - "Esnatzean"  (2023) LOST ZONE - "Ordinary Misery"  (2024) ACCEPT - "Humanoid"  (2024) ALIEN ANT FARM - "Mantras" (2024) ROTTING CHRIST - "Pro Xristou"  (2024) WHEEL - "Charismatic Leaders"  (2024) STELLIUM - "Dragón dorado"  (2024) WAKE UP HATE - "Drag Me To Hell"  (2024) DAEDRA - "My bloody misery"  (2024) OTHER NIGHT FEARS - "The Redemption Of A Broken Spirit" (2024) MARISA AND THE MOTHS - "What Doesn’t Kill You"  (2024) SOZIEDAD ALKOHOLICA - "Confrontación"  (2024) OMNIRIUM - "Omnirium 2"  (2024) HUNTER - "Rock'n'Roll V.I.P."  (2024) WATERFRONT - "Sleep in the Cold" [EP]  (2024)

Junio 2024

KILLUS - "XXV Years Feeding the Monster"  (2024) PAIN - "I Am"  (2024) BRING ME THE HORIZON - "POST HUMAN: NeX GEn"  (2024) BARSINË - "Barsinë "  (2024) EVERGREY - "Theories Of Emptiness"  (2024) HIZAKI - "The Zodiac Sign"  (2024) BORKNAGAR - "Fall" (2024) - "Universal"  (2010/2023) - "Winter Trhice" (2016) VHÄLDEMAR - "Sanctuary Of Death"  (2024) GOLGOTHA - "Spreading The Wings Of Hope"  (2024) SÔBER - "Retorcidos"  (2024) RENDEZVOUS POINT - "Dream Chaser"  (2024) SOA - "Suari so"  (2024) MANAPART - "Red"  (2024)

[webdevelopment02]

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9. Continuous Learning and Improvement

Stay Updated: Keep up with the latest in web development by following industry news and trends.

Improve Your Skills: Continuously learn new technologies and improve your writing and technical skills.

Example Blog Post Outline

Title: Building a Responsive Navigation Bar with Flexbox

Introduction

Brief overview of the importance of a responsive navigation bar

What will be covered in the tutorial

Prerequisites

List of tools and knowledge required

Setting Up the Project

Creating the HTML structure

Adding basic CSS

Using Flexbox for Layout

Explanation of Flexbox properties

Applying Flexbox to the navigation bar

Making it Responsive

Media queries for different screen sizes

Ensuring usability on mobile devices

Final Touches

Adding animations and hover effects

Testing across browsers

Conclusion

Summary of what was learned

Encouragement to experiment further

Call to action (e.g., share the post, try a related tutorial)

Resources for Learning and Inspiration

Websites: MDN Web Docs, CSS-Tricks, Smashing Magazine

Books: "Eloquent JavaScript" by Marijn Haverbeke, "You Don’t Know JS" by Kyle Simpson

Podcasts: Syntax, ShopTalk Show

Final Tips

Be Patient: Building an audience takes time.

Be Authentic: Share your unique perspective and experiences.

Engage with Your Readers: Respond to comments and build a community around your blog.

Starting a web development blog can be highly rewarding, both personally and professionally. By following these steps, you’ll be well on your way to creating valuable content for the web development community.