#wake up babe I just dropped my most insane post on record

[skinks]

BT-7274 is God? Question mark?

Ok I was semi-joking about there being Christ allegories for BT in Titanfall but the more I think about it… he’s a figurehead of a rebellion, and his mortal human equivalent he selects to be a vessel of his will/mission is Jack Cooper. JC.

The giant and horrifically powerful, alien artefact they discover about to be used as a weapon is named the Ark. When the IMC attempted to harness its power at first, BT says some of the remaining bodies have “aged unusually,” and their facility was destroyed.

Special Operation 217 is their mission to stop the IMC from using the Ark to destroy Harmony, BT tells Cooper they are “duty bound” to complete it.

Hidden manna apparently means like, being saved? If humans (Jack) can help BT carry out the plan and overcome the IMC’s sin then BT will save them all and reward Jack with the “white stone”, which is supposed to represent a special and secret kinship with God.

Before he is fully destroyed, BT first sustains a wound on one side

after which he is murdered, then resurrected through Jack’s loyalty, then chooses to die of his own accord in order to save humankind and Harmony, because I guess they didn’t want to call the planet Peace.

BT’s “Holy Spirit” is his super-advanced AI, which he can transfer to Jack “in order to permit communication across time shifts”

and which he uses to communicate with his beloved human across time and space even once his physical form is consumed by the Ark. See: special secret kinship

Cooper’s helmet flashing J A C K ? in binary code.

Now finally; 7274

BT is a Vanguard class titan, the first mechs created solely by the Militia and possessed of the most advanced learning capabilities of any titan. Fashioned and given understanding so that they may obey the laws of the Militia’s commandments, so that they will be glad when they see BT because he represents hope? Humans as the gods of machines? Created in their image to save the world?

BT = BATTLE TRINITY????

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: His Name Is Alive

While Warren Defever’s name is perhaps less recognizable than that of his band His Name Is Alive, he’s also been connected with a seemingly endless array of other projects: Princess Dragon-Mom, Elvis Hitler, ESP Beetles, Control Panel, and far more. This doesn’t get into his recording and production credits for the likes of Michael Hurley, Iggy and the Stooges, and Mdou Moctar. Forever associated with Michigan’s weirdo-underground music scene, Defever has recently been issuing a series of long-buried recordings as His Name Is Alive. In February, the Disciples label released Hope Is a Candle, the third and final volume in the "Home Recordings" trilogy exploring Defever's teenage tape experimentation as well as A Silver Thread (Home Recordings 1979 - 1990), a four-volume collection of many of Defever’s solo home recordings prior to His Name Is Alive releasing their debut album Livonia on 4AD in 1990. In his review of A Silver Thread, Tim Clarke writes “For a collection of home recordings, what’s most striking about this music is how fully realized and carefully executed it sounds, comparable at times to contemporary artists such as Grouper, Benoît Pioulard and Tim Hecker. This is not the 1980s that I remember.”

Defever gives us his “What Else Is New” list, a set of personal snapshots, memories of a life spent in music, warning the reader that “the descriptions don’t always have an obvious correlation to the video, but welcome to my nightmare brain.”

In The Line of Fire

I started performing when I was five. My grandfather was a self-taught musician from Saskatchewan in Western Canada and he showed me and my brothers how to play banjo, guitar and fiddle. One of my earliest memories is having a full size 127 lb. accordion placed onto my lap and my grandmother voicing her disappointment when I refused to play. I did learn slide guitar from her later though. I have many, often terrible, memories of performing at square dances with his band and we would play old timey country music, folk songs, polkas and waltzes. There were also gigs at the trailer park, old folks homes and a convent. Although my grandfather believed that popular music died with Hank Williams in 1953, he still found room in his heart for Lawrence Welk and Slim Whitman.

Meet Me By The Water

By age ten I had a tape recorder and was using it to capture the sounds of nearby lakes, thunderstorms, and my older brothers LP collection played at the wrong speeds. I recently found the cassette, Echo Lake (1983) which features waves crashing onto the beach on the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair but it was recorded right after I got an echo pedal so it’s got a heavy dose of dreamy delay. Tape loops of the next door neighbor raking leaves and shoveling the driveway would be repurposed a few years later as rhythm tracks on the first His Name Is Alive LP, Livonia (4AD, 1990). Detroit in the late 70s and early 80s had totally insane radio and one of the highlights was Met-Ezzthetics, a late night show on WDET hosted by Faruq Z. Bey who also played saxophone in Griot Galaxy. Shortly before his death he played with His Name is Alive and we had a chance to formalize our student-teacher relationship.

Search For Higher Energies

In high school I was studying Bach Chorale harmonization and counterpoint during the day but recording and touring with the band Elvis Hitler at night. The other guys in band were older but at 16 I was a familiar sight at shitty Detroit punk clubs and Hamtramck dive bars, the nerdy teenager reading a book or doing homework sitting at the bar waiting ’til midnight or 1am for our slot to play our hellbilly hits, “It’s A Long Way From Berlin To Memphis,” and “Hot Rod To Hell.” I was still trying to make sense of the post 1953 music scene and when I met the guy with a giant afro and shiny super hero outfit complete with shiny cape I had no idea he was Rob Tyner of the MC5. We released three records before I was twenty one and played shows and toured with Devo, the Dwarves, the Dead Milkmen, Reverend Horton Heat, the Beat Farmers, Helios Creed, Babes In Toyland, the Cro-Mags, Corrosion of Conformity, the Frogs, the Gories, Pussy Galore, the Unsane and way more I can’t remember I was just a kid. It was some kind of education.

You Don’t Have To Go Home But You Can’t Stay Here

When I signed with 4AD I thought I was a composer and they let me write my own bio, so I called His Name Is Alive the work of a “fucked up, irresponsible teenage composer.” I had only been writing music for three years. When I heard “Tom Violence” by Sonic Youth I thought for the first time in my life, “I think I could do that.” In 1988 I made a mixtape with Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car, Leadbelly and some of Big Star’s third album and I tried to arrange it like it was an album, then I made my own album in that same shape, it was called I Had Sex With God and I sent it to 4AD. Our first album contained three of the first five pieces of music I had ever written. Within a few years I was playing festivals for contemporary classical composers and new age artists who were thirty or forty years older than me. His Name Is Alive played the Musicas Visuales Festival in Mexico with Harold Budd, Paul Horn and Jorge Reyes. The mayor of the city presented me with a guitar but then dramatically walked out of the theater during our performance realizing he had made a terrible mistake. I remember the surreal moment when from across the room Harold Budd walked in and greeted me as “Mr. Defever.” He had a cold and was sniffling during his set, the audience thought he was crying. I recorded his show and when I got back home to Livonia I added my own guitar to some of his songs and then edited the tapes, looping my favorite parts and editing out the parts I didn’t like, also adding additional layers of reverb and echo. More recently I did a concert in a five hundred year old temple in Japan where the unamplified meditation music never rose above a whisper and the monk had to turn off the furnace because the heat molecules were too loud. The show was recorded and released under the name Mountain Ocean Sun and features Ian Masters and Hitoko Sakai.

Energy Dealer

Both my parents were born in Canada, my mother in Saskatchewan, my father in Ontario. I have dual citizenship as my father was American and my mother had Canadian citizenship. I spent summers, holidays and weekends in a tiny cottage on Lake St. Clair that did not have a telephone and had curtains instead of doors separating the two rooms. Myrt Fortin who lived next door would receive phone calls for my mom, walk over to our place and yell into the window, “Hey wake up your ma, your dad’s on the phone.” My mom took a lot of naps, so she was always asleep when something important was happening. I remember always getting cut on broken glass while swimming in the lake or getting stabbed by one of the neighbors and having to go wake up my mom to take me to the hospital.

Lord I Don’t Believe You Exist

When I was ten my parents sat me down and told me it was time that I got a summer job. There were only two businesses in town, a gas station and a hardware store so I walked up to the hardware store and asked the owner for a job and immediately fell to the ground crying. Completely fell apart. He asked me why I wanted to work in hardware. I didn’t know what to say, I was only ten but I knew not to tell the owner that his store was stupid and I didn’t think he could handle the truth. It turned out he also owned the gas station so that didn’t really work out. Later that summer, I began working for the Pickseed Corporation as corn de-tasseling season was just beginning. All the moms would drop off their kids in the church parking lot in Tecumseh, just outside of Windsor, around 4:30am where an unmarked windowless cargo van was waiting that had cinderblocks and 2'x4' boards instead of benches so they could squeeze in the maximum amount of children. There were three job requirements to work in a cornfield, the child (it was only children, no adults) needed to show up with a baseball hat, a thermos with water and a large black plastic garbage bag. I think this was before sunglasses were invented. Upon arriving at the cornfield, we were separated into pickers and checkers, younger kids each taking a row of corn (a row could extend a mile or more) and a slightly older kid would organize and manage several of the younger kids. In the morning we were instructed to poke two arm holes and a head hole into our garbage bags and put it on like a raincoat because the corn was covered in dew and kids wearing wet clothes would walk slower than dry kids. So almost every day there was a point, usually around 11am when the dew would dry and we would be roasted alive from the summer sun coming down on our ridiculous shiny black plastic outfits. We worked from sun up until sun down. I received three dollars and thirty five cents an hour. For all you city folks, corn is planted in alternating rows of types of corn so that when the top part of the plant is removed, or “de-tasseled,” it can seed or cross-pollinate easily. It’s a terrible job with a high turnover rate and every day I would hear the sound of kids in nearby rows that had given up hope, sat down in the middle of the field and crying for hours. The following year, at age 11, I was promoted from picker to checker, and was put in charge of a group of about ten sixteen year old’s.

Sleep It Off

Mostly I like to record – His Name is Alive has over a hundred releases and I’ve done another fifty records under various names, Control Panel, Warren Michael Defever, ESP BEETLES, ESP SUMMER, Forest People, Infinity People, Jeepers Creepers, Layla al-Akhyaliyya, Mirror Dream, Princess Dragon-Mom, the Dirt Eaters, the Fishcats, the Whales, plus way more I can’t remember probably because the names were so dumb. I’ve recorded about four hundred records for other bands at my house or other studios. I’ve worked on records with Danny Kroha, Ida, Fred Thomas, Elizabeth Mitchell, Wild Belle, Michael Hurley, and when I was a teenager I helped record the first Gories album which was especially unique as I was the junior assistant engineer who helped move their equipment into the dirt floor garage next to the studio where it was decided the acoustics would be way worse. Also, I helped collage about a hundred Destroy All Monsters tapes from the 70s for a couple of their releases which led to remastering a bunch of tapes from the John Sinclair White Panther Party archives. I’ve done remixes for Thurston Moore and Yoko Ono and when Iggy and The Stooges started touring again I got a phone call from Ron Asheton seeing if I would help them record demos for their reunion album with Mike Watt on bass. They wrote the songs together while they were recording in Niagara’s basement sort of simultaneously. Iggy didn’t have a notebook with all his lyric ideas, instead he just sang about whatever happened that day – one song was about the airline losing his luggage, one about ATM machines and another was about reading in a newspaper that Ray Davies of the Kinks had been shot in New Orleans. In the end they weren’t terribly excited by my suggested song titles including “No Shirt” (you know because it’s like “No Fun” plus you know Iggy never wears a shirt) and they didn’t seem to love the mixes that I did that sounded kind of like those crappy Raw Power bootlegs.

Cost Of Living

Two summers ago I recorded an incredible concert by Mdou Moctar live at Third Man Records in Detroit. They’re wild hypnotic Hendrix style jammers who live in the desert. The band didn’t speak much english but I think I was able to communicate to them how excited I was about their amazing fingerpicking and hot guitar solos after the show by screaming and replaying the best solos over and over again and then screaming the word fuzz and pointing at their fingers. It’s insane and having seen them a few times since then with a different drummer and the addition of a bass player, I’m convinced it’s their best album. It’s wild but it’s still not Tchin-tabaraden wedding wild.

Licked By Lions

Jonathan Richman walks into Ethan and Gretchen's studio and asks if I can remove all the rugs, take the acoustic treatments off the walls and strike the baffles which normally separate the instruments, drums and amps, so the room will have the most echo possible, he has also invited about ten friends including Johnny Bee Badanjek the drummer from Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels and Mary Cobra from the Detroit Cobras to dance, sing and play percussion in the studio while he records. He has two vocal microphones set up at either end of the room and has brought his own microphones for the drums along with his own desired placement for them. He notices a tamboura near the control room and asks if I know how to play it or if I know how to tune it. Within seconds he’s tuned it and proceeds to sing Indian classical music accompanying himself on tamboura drone for about thirty five minutes. It’s beautiful and very surprising. He asks me if I recorded it, I lie and say no. Later he asks me not to play it for anyone. We record for hours. Some songs are quite long – ten and fifteen minutes, some are medleys of oldies or soft rock hits from the seventies segueing into new songs of his. It’s a confusing session as it’s not clear when songs are starting and ending and he often plays guitar and sings nowhere near a microphone. The distance between him and the microphone seems to have some meaning, there’s some formula to when he chooses to walk away in the middle of a verse but I am unable to determine the secret code. At the end of the session three or four songs are deemed usable, edited and mixed, although, sadly, an attempt at a completely insane and unexpected fuzz guitar solo is left unreleased. (The Harold Budd piece is at the opposite end of this spectrum.)

Calling All Believers

Shortly after Tecuciztecatl was released, I received an email from Dr. James Beacham at CERN inviting us to perform at a series of concerts that would combine experimental music with experimental science at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland. He didn’t contact our booking agent, which would be how we generally receive offers for gigs, instead he sent an email to me, which would be how we generally receive crazy messages from our completely insane fans (murderous, delusional, poetic, threatening messages usually). I assumed the invitation was fake or a prank and replied that we would prefer to wait until they had successfully opened a pathway to interspatial dimensions and we’d play on the other side or that if that was unlikely to happen at a convenient time then perhaps we could set up our equipment right on the edge of a mini-black hole and perform as the Earth is being destroyed so we could release the concert film “Live At The End Of The World.” After a few messages back and forth, it was clear that he was legit and I apologized for being such a jerk. Soon I discovered poetry within the language of particle physics as well as a certain beauty in the idea that these scientists have devoted their lives to dreaming, searching and discovering basic principles that connect all things in existence. The song “Calling All Believers” refers to this devotion. “Energy Acceleration” compares the scientists to monastic life in medieval times and mystics trying to find and define the line between this world and the next and at the same time invoking the incredible amounts of energy needed to create the collisions experiments. The Patterns of Light LP was released in 2016 on London London Records and is about interpreting visions of light, trying to find universal truth with whatever tools available, it’s about the search for how everything works, why it works and how it got that way but also about being inspired on a basic level by the way a thing looks and how all your senses take in a thing. A thousand years ago Hildegard Von Bingen was writing about this same thing in letters, songs, medical texts, and had even developed her own language to use in her mystical writings, similar to Magma drummer Christian Vander using his own language for their concept albums or French black metalists Brenoritvrezorkre and Moëvöt.

The Light Inside You

We get a lot of letters from fans, mostly weirdos though. I think it started when we released Song of Schizophrenia, that sort of connected us to a certain demographic I suspect. Here’s a recent typical message we received. “Growing up in Panama City, Mouth By Mouth and Livonia were like passages to other realms. I drank a ton of cough syrup at the time but those albums helped make life more livable. I was about to go to art school for sculpture and graphic design and the textures I heard on those records had actual shapes to them. Most music I knew at that time was flat or linear. I got them on cassette via mail-order from an ad placed in a bmx magazine. Mouth By Mouth arrived just before going to work at the amusement park and I was able to listen to it twice on the way thanks to the never-ending beach traffic. As luck would have it, I worked on “The Abominable Snowman” ride, basically a tilt-a-whirl inside a dome with lots of fog machine action, blue lights, mirrors, and lots of air conditioning. It took about 10 listens that day before it wasn’t as weird as when I first put it on. Maybe it was my bubblegum flavor/robitussin combo slushie on top of no-doz that pulled it all together, but it was probably a weird ride for a lot of vacationing beach tourists and townies when all they really wanted to hear was “Naughty by Nature” by O.P.P. I had no business running those rides at the age of 17 but I really loved how disorienting that ride could be with all the mirrors, the fog, the cold and for the final 90 seconds the ride would go in reverse. I had a buddy named Kevin that did acid at work and would repeatedly run the mini-train off the tracks and all the riders had to walk back through the woods for about a half mile that summer.”

[imagines-dreams]

A New Reality - Zen/Hyun Ryu Imagine

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions of Zen’s emotionally abusive parents, mentions of Unknown, a take on the reset theory

Summary: It’s just a game, but yet you still fell head over heels for Hyun. When the app starts messing with your head, and you’re offered a choice, what will you do? How will you cope? How will you and the ones you love deal with the consequences of your choices?

Word Count: 1655

Notes: This is a cliffhanger, and I’m not sure if I want to continue… Just an idea, and i wrote it all out, so might as well post it. Right?

You smiled a little as the screen turned golden and happily announced, “Good Ending.” Finally, you could unlock the Secret Endings. You tapped the screen once and, almost without thinking, you pressed the button that lead you the After Endings.

As you always do after finishing and ending, you look to Zen’s profile picture.  You sighed. He was your favorite, and it wasn’t just because he was handsome. Zen was kind, dramatic, and romantic. He was so blunt about his feelings, and even his cheesy lines and nicknames made you swoon.

Suddenly, your screen vibrated.

A call. That was weird. The call from your actual phone, it was from the app. You had just finished a route. Why would…

You pressed the accept button and put your earbuds in again. Maybe it was another promotional thing. Cheritz always gave out hourglasses. Why not give calls?

“I don’t have much time.”

You blinked. English. “Saeyoung?” you gasped.

“Do you want to stay?”

You looked at your screen. There weren’t any options. “I don’t understand-”

“Do you want to stay?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “Yes, I want to, but I don’t-”

“Ok, stay still, and close your eyes.”

“Saeyoung-”

“Just do it!”

Like the crazy person you were, you closed your eyes. Maybe when you opened them, you’d be awake. You’d be in your bed or maybe class. This was all some sort of dream. Cheritz was a Korean company, and they didn’t record any English calls. A dream was the only way it made sense.

You opened your eyes.

“What the…” You turned and turned. Not your bed or class. It was code. Lines and lines of code in green against black.

“MC?”

You blinked. “Saeyoung? How-”

The man looked real. Real red hair and real striped glasses. He wasn’t wearing his signature jacket. Instead, he only had a white tank top, black sweatpants. Did Cheritz ever design that? Saeyoung smiled and rubbed your arms. “Hey, hey, are you ok?”

“You’re not real.”

“Sure, ok. You’re fine. Just a bit of shock.” He glanced at all the coding around the two of you. “Ok, you want to stay, right?”

“Stay?”

“With Zen.”

You froze. “What type of…” You pressed your hands against your head. “I’m going insane.”

“No, you’re not.” Saeyoung lifted your chin so his eyes met yours. “MC, I’m bringing you home. You can be with anyone, ok? You love Zen, don’t you?”

“Home?”

“Yes!” He glanced at the code again. He gripped your upper arms. “Hurry, tell me you want to stay with Zen, and I can make it happen.”

You looked around. The codes began to swirl around both of you at an alarming rate until everything was just a blur of green. You were dreaming. You had to be! It was the only way any of this could be happening. It was a crazy dream conjured by your obsessive mind, and it was going to end soon. You just had to wake up!

“MC!”

“Fine!” you growled. “I love Hyun, and I would do anything to be with him.”

You closed your eyes. That should’ve done it. No more dreams. No more Saeyoung. No more Zen. Just real life and real-life problems.

But, you could still feel Saeyoung, his warmth, his hands on your shoulders, his heavy breathing. Then, he laughed. “Finally.” He cradled your cheek. “(Y/n)?”

You opened your eyes. “What’s going on?” you asked. “Please, I don’t-”

“You’ll understand soon. When you wake up, you’re going to be ok, happy.” The hacker laughed and brushed the hair out of your face. “When you wake up, visit me, and I’ll explain.” He kissed your forehead.

“Babe?”

You groaned. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that the last two times, Princess.”

You felt lips against yours. You inhaled sharply, surprised, before smiling and kissing him back. You held his cheeks and followed his lips. The kisses were addictive, almost like a drug, and you could get enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck and laughed.

“Now, you’re up,” he whispered.

You blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “Hyun?”

“Morning, Princess.” He kissed you again. “I made breakfast.”

Dizziness overtook you. Flashes of the real world, your original world, came back too quickly. You remembered your parents, friends, classes. An app. Saeyoung pulled you, somehow, into the world you were in. There were coding and the walls, and-

“Are you alright?” Hyun held your hand. “(Y/n)?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat. “I need to visit Seven today, though.”

“Oh, for the next party, right?”

“Yeah, for that.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Are you staying here for the day?”

Your boyfriend tilted his head. “I’m gonna get some errands done. Can’t have an empty fridge while you’re here.”

You laughed. “You’re too sweet.” You kissed him. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Arabic, of course.” You tapped your foot repeatedly until the door opened. You looked around. The mess was too familiar. You remembered when it was still digital, a mess of chips and dirty laundry. You laid your hand on the couch and sighed at its touch. You’ve seen everything in this room before, just not the way you see it now.

And Seven was at his desk. As he usually was.

You cleared your throat. When that didn’t work, you tapped his shoulder. “Seven?”

The man turned his head. Then, his eyes lit up. “Hey, you’re back. So, how’s life?”

You tilted your head. “Seven, what happened? I… I feel normal, like this is my world.”

“It is.” Seven looked around. He rolled his chair over the counter, grabbed another chair, and pushed that chair to you. As you took a seat, he rolled back to his desk and leaned his arms against his legs. “So, you want the whole story, yeah?”

You nodded.

“Well, I easily hacked into what you believe is the app, and I found some loopholes, and I brought you here.” He brought his fingers together, put them on the sides of his head, and mimicked an explosion. “Mind-blowing, huh?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. So what now?”

Seven inhaled through his teeth. “Well, this is only temporary. A few here, then you go back to whatever you call reality. But, I found a way to make it permanent.” He typed a few things out on his desktop. “Well, I mean, if you want it permanent.”

You looked around the messy room. “What about Saeran?” You gulped. “Is he here?”

You didn’t miss it when Seven paused for a second before resuming to type. “Uh, well, you fell in love with Zen, so my route, as you would call, wasn’t done.”

Your heart dropped and cracked. “Seven, I-”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll find him.” He smiled at you. “Now, it can be permanent, but only if you agree to forget your old reality and make this your new one.”

“If I make this a new one, would he-”

“No.”

Your shoulders dropped. “Seven-”

“Don’t feel sorry for me.” He swiveled around to you. “Look, I know you think you know me from my route or whatever, but I’m stronger than I look. I’ll find him.” He turned back to his computer.

You bit your lip, not sure if you wanted to believe him or not.

“Permanent then?”

“Wait, can I change. Routes, I mean.” You pursed your lips. “I could change to your route, and you can have your brother, and everyone would be-”

“You wouldn’t be happy.” Seven’s eyes locked on yours. “Be honest with yourself. If you chose my route, you wouldn’t be as happy as you are with Zen.” You opened your mouth to interrupt, but your friend continued to talk, “(Y/n), I care about you a lot, ok? Take that as you will, your happiness comes before this. I made a mistake, and I need to fix it.”

“It wasn’t your-”

“Even if it wasn’t.” He sighed. “(Y/n), if you chose my route, I'd still have to go through finding him. You chose Zen’s route. Today is the day after the party. If you chose mine, it would still be the day after the party.”

“Seven-”

“Please, just accept this, ok? As a gift.” He smiled. “Without you, I wouldn’t have found the coordinates that will lead me to him.” Seven turned to his computer again. “So, permanent?”

You sighed. “I’ll forget everything. Family, friends?”

“Even this conversation. Whatever happened that connects to your world, you won’t remember.”

You blinked a few times. Both realities were messy. There were people you would miss. “What about my world? What happens to the people who know me?”

“You won’t be there. Just here.”

You gulped. “And if I go back, would I remember this?”

“Most likely. I haven’t a found a way to make you forget if you go back.”

“And you? Would you remember?”

He paused for a while, and he tensed. “Yeah.”

You gulped and twisted your blouse over and over. You went through the pros and cons. The people you loved on both worlds. The people you hated. The threats and dangers. The benefits. Did one really outweigh the other? Then, you thought of Zen. You thought of how he was before you met him. His abusive parents. His relationship with Jumin. If you left, those would stay the same. He would never accept help from anyone with more money, even if it was needed He would never confront the issue his parents and brother. And that time he lost confidence in himself.. Calling himself pathetic even after all his hard work.

Oh god, he would still be like that if you left.

“Permanent.” You covered Seven’s hand with yours. “Make it permanent.”

Seven nodded. “Brace yourself, (Y/n).” He grasped your hand and lifted his finger over his keyboard. “Your new life starts… now!”

I know I don’t post often! I’m so sorry! Hopefully, this kinda makes up for it? I don’t know if I want to continue this, so please give me suggestions and tell me if this is something you’d like to continue reading!

Now, I gotta do homework... that I procrastinated on... Have a wonderful day, guys!