#truth is fragile

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🌀 YOUR AFTERNOON MINDFUCK

How certain are you of your memories? No—really certain. How much did you add? How much are you still adding?

Are you remembering the memory, or the memory of the memory? Because if it’s the second one— the original’s already gone. Buried. Glitched. Dust in your neural archive.

Let’s be honest: You can’t even trust your memory of a few days ago. And you want to bet your sanity on what happened two years back? Cute.

Want a demo? You say her shirt was green. I say:

“You’re insane. Her shirt was blue. What’s wrong with you?” And now your grip slips.

I double down:

“I know—I was there. I helped her pick it out. I’m gonna tell her you forgot the color she wore.”

And suddenly— you’re questioning everything. Your brain’s already bending, already rebuilding the lie I gave it, because my certainty beat your uncertainty.

And the truth? I lied. Made it up on the spot.

And now it’s your memory. Contaminated. Corrupted. Owned.

Mental sleight of hand. Simple. Surgical. Cruel.

Just a little reminder: Your brain isn’t a vault. It’s a rumor mill.

Sleep well.

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[chimerafeathers]

you know what i think Mirabelle deserves to get a little fucked up freaky in how she processes learning about Siffrin’s loops post-canon. for fun. as a treat

thinking about this line in particular and stretching out the implications like taffy

this is a more romanticized, cutesy facet of her interests but she’s still framing Siffrin’s situation through storytelling. so like. What If.

i mean. this woman loves horror and gore and monsters and horrible things happening to innocent people. IN FICTION. in fiction!!! obviously!!!! and it’s beyond terrible that something even remotely close to any of that happened to her real friend in real life!!

BUT.

maybe. maybe sometimes, if the conditions are right, she gets a little too wrapped up in her imagination about the bloody, awful poetry of it all. maybe Siffrin tells a joke that's a little too dark and gory for anyone else, borderline or full-on Concerning, but she latches onto it without thinking about the Implications and plays along with increasing gruesomeness because FINALLYYYYY someone will play with her in the Horror Space (like Isabeau does in the romance space!!) and then. OOPS. the implications!!!! and she has to recalibrate out of Fun With Fiction mode into Oh No, My Friend Underwent A Horrifying Ordeal mode.

but being able to joke about things, even the awful things, is...kind of comforting, to Siffrin. makes them feel less like they're being babied and pitied and more like what happened was something...normal, almost? something that doesn't have to feel like the end of the world all over again every time it's mentioned, at least. so he tries to reassure her, and Odile and Isabeau have to go “actually can you PLEASE not joke about dying horribly it’s freaking us out and also might not be the Best for you? mentally???”

maybe Mirabelle will get a little Too Into trying to weave meaning and symbolism into the scant details that Siffrin gradually reveals, like she’s trying to finish the orange poem all over again, or eagerly meddling with the romantic reunion of the two actual people in the House with undelivered bonding earrings, writing their story for them without their input.

it’s easier to justify the tragedy of it all when it has a purpose, isn’t it? finding the beauty in the darkness, the love powerful enough to end the world. romanticizing the horrors until her friend can talk about them without shutting down.

and she feels guilty about hearing something and immediately thinking “ohhhhhhh this is JUST like Blorbo From My Novels,” because she should treat Siffrin’s situation with the gravity and care he deserves!! they’re a real person, not a character who exists for entertainment, to represent the ~themes~ of some story.

but if she admits as much…maybe Siffrin is safe to admit that he had started seeing the rest of them as actors, endlessly reciting their lines. maybe that’s just how people process things sometimes, grasping for metaphors when unfiltered reality gets to be too much. maybe it’s okay to talk about that part of it all, too.

[chiimeramanticore]

it's cool if I ramble about yes man unprompted right. ofc it is. i wanna talk about his capacity for violence bc I think it's one of the most interesting parts of his character

yes man is nice. obviously he's nice. but yes man is not a kind character. he helps you, sure, but that's mostly just because he likes you specifically (and even that's debatable depending on how you play). i feel like this is exemplified w his pre-combat lines– "a pulled trigger's a happy trigger!" and "woo! bang bang!" like, he's clearly having fun! he takes glee in killing people, but not because he's sadistic, but because he just doesn't realize the weight of taking a life- or if he does, it just doesn't matter to him.

he was programmed without a sense of morality or an understanding of mortality. to him, violence is second nature. to him, violence is no different from play. he's like a guard dog– he doesn't care who he's shooting or why, he's just excited to do the thing he's good at.

and on one hand, he is a fantastic guard dog. but on the other hand, six must watch how... efficiently he kills, and wonder if they'll ever wind up on the receiving end of it. he wouldn't do it as long as he likes six, of course, but... if yes man was given good enough reason to believe six deserved to die, would he even hesitate? would their history and relationship mean anything to him? or would six just be another target, forgotten about as quickly as a radroach you stepped on?

six can only hope they never need to find out.

[atzfilm]

fragile truth. (m) – preview

《 how could i know that i'd wake up feeling more? 》

— best friend!wooyoung × f.reader [estimated 10k.]

— broken up with for the nth time after endless trying, your best friend invites you on a photography vacation with him to osaka, japan.

could it be that you're just friends? the soft touches, kisses a bit too close to the corner of your lips? how tightly do your bodies have to touch before either of you admit it's not just for a quick hug?

— f2l, smut.

snippet:

he laughs as your hold wavers above him, sweaty fingers gripping the metal sliding. he reaches out, his own touch keeping yours steady. the action isn't unusual – more often than not he'd help you with a quick readjustment with his skin gracing yours. and more often than not you'd swat his fingers away and insist that you can handle it on your own. so this should not feel different. your breath should not hitch, your heart should not rattle against your ribs. your eyes should not tear up as you look at his mole through the small viewfinder of the polaroid.

you should not yearn for your best friend like this.

his fingers are gone from yours sooner than you'd like, he himself repositions his body. the silhouette of his body is darkened against the city lights. it is a brilliant shot, as expected from him. he rests his head on his folded palms, gaze focused ahead of him. you notice how his hair has grown since you’ve last seen him, strands once tucked behind his ears wisping against his lifted cheeks. your pointer finger presses the shutter, the click matching the thumb of your heart. his smile widens as he moves away, thanking you softly and lifting the camera from your hands.

“thank you pretty,” he presses his lips against your temple. they seem to linger for half a second longer than need be before pulling away. unless, of course, this is all in your head. “are you okay?”

you hum, looking up at him. his thumb lifts up, wiping a tear resting at the corner of your right eye. he shows you it, before wiping it on his sleeve.

“must be the wind.” he notes.

you can all but agree.

"definitely."

POSTING — TBH

[fire-on-fuel]

somewhat overlooked point but it's always been interesting to me that vau's father's problem with him was the dissapointment/dishonor type just because you probably wouldn't guess. Vau generally reads blank but the fact that he's someone who thinks he's removed the problem by viscerally cutting out all the visible manifestations of it is. yeah great job. Day to day he operates with this crystal clear refusal to subject himself to others' opinions [heavily implied 'like before' here] but we see him instill a version of the same fear honed traits in his cadets and watch it bubble up in relation to jango and even more curiously himself. He's such a pile of completely at war with eachother hand picked pieces held together with tack welds. You're lying to yourself, walon

[mylovesstuffs]

ANNOUNCEMENT ! The Truth Behind Everything

recap: main announcement, individual asks, more qnas

Hey loves,

I’ve been thinking about how to go about this, and after seeing the way everyone reacted—some of you believing me, some questioning me, and some even being genuinely happy for me—I decided that I should be honest. You all deserve some background because, the truth is, what I initially announced was not an April Fools’ prank.

Everything I said in my announcement was real. I was actually reached out to—anonymously at first—through email after they found my and my friend's Instagram. After several discussions and a creative test, I was given an opportunity [about 4 months of back and forth]. But within 24 hours of announcing it, things happened, and I had to drop out of a major role. That’s when I thought about turning this entire thing into an April Fools’ joke to cover it up and not let it go to waste... :( though I couldve just be like, "hey, I didn't get the job" and move on but I'm choosing to give insights. I even wrote a post revealing it as a prank, but then I saw how many of you still weren’t sure what to believe, how some of you were genuinely happy for me, and how my own friends, despite their confusion, continued to support me. That’s when I realized I couldn’t go through with pretending it was a joke when it wasn’t one in the first place. My own conscience wouldn’t let me.

I won’t go too much into detail here in Tumblr, but just know that I made the best decision for myself. This experience made me realize just how different things are behind the scenes. If I had gone ahead and posted the April Fools’ ‘reveal,’ would you have ever believed that the opportunity actually happened and I was just covering it up? Probably not. And that’s exactly how things work in the idol industry too—if you don’t know the background, you don’t know the background. People can feed you anything.

I’m also adding a screenshot of the initial post I wrote as a ‘prank reveal’ to show you what I originally intended to say. But one thing that remains true in my prank reveal post is, what happened with svthub members lol, guys, I'm sorry for not seeing the pings on time and just poofing. They didn’t force me, some were skeptical but—they were happy, excited, curious, but most importantly, they stayed by my side even while I was silent. And for that, I am grateful.

Thank you for sticking with me through this. This has been a lot, and I’ll be back to posting soon [From tomorrow] [yes, I'll be! You'll see my notice soon again].

cover-up april fools' reveal post:

[doodlejoltik]

my favourite writing device is having an un-Rei-liable narrator

[akirakirxaa]

Auraugust Day 11: Duality

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when the person who held everyone together was the first to break and leave because no one noticed how much he was suffering like okay.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

**smiles wide, twinkle in their eyes** in fact I only want two things ffrom you! 1. For you to be happy, and 2. A hug if you like! — bird anon

f: ...ah..... I don't think I should touch anyone...

[renarinkholin]

ngl, after watching our reactions episode of shardcast get absolutely torn to shreds by vicious (and often misogynistic) comments because we had critiques of how some of the plotlines in wind and truth got handled, every time i see another youtuber give wat a less-than-great review, i get another 500 points of validation added to my bank account

[volvolts]

I wonder what jimmy was thinking when he thought why Anya failed getting into medical school

When we learn this part of her life I actually thought the reason she struggled getting in was actually because she was easily squeamish. We’re still early into the game at this point and I didn’t really know why she was so uncomfortable feeding curly painkillers and just figured she gets easily stressed out or something which was why she never got in

[void-839]

If our love is a tapestry, the lies are its thread. Each knot a secret, each stitch– something unsaid. We tried and failed to unravel the mess, but our hands were stained– confess by confess.

We danced on the edges of things left unsaid, pretending the silence was comfort instead. Not victims, not fools, just lovers who knew That truth was too fragile to carry us through.

The seams split gently, not torn but worn thin, As it leaked through the cracks we stitched in. Love turned to questions, to blame and regret, Each thread pulled loose by the things we forget.

It started with sighs, then sharpened to shouts, Love twisted into questions we threw in self-doubt. We measured our love in who hurt who less, turned warmth into warnings, and care into tests.

We watched it unravel, stitch by lie, too tired to mend, too stubborn to try. A tapestry woven in shadow and flame– no one to name, and everyone to blame.

[jewishcissiekj]

desperate on-edge Moira hanging on to the time she has left I love you

[yeleltaan]

How do you need to be touched?

Two results depending on the answer to one question:

gently.

You need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

fervently.

You crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

Tagged by: @derjaegermond ! Thanks 8] Tagging: hey... hey you. Reader. I'm tagging you.

[psychopomp-namine]

I actually have a fic idea but lc is a show that's like. you will never ever have all the information and context until the end. and I am a writer who writes best and more confidently when I have all the info and context at my fingertips. so now I'm just like 🧍‍♂️

anyway. ramble in the tags