red queen characters and their fav video games:
mare: grand theft auto 💀🙏 any gta game she can get her hands on but it started with the chinatown wars on ds
cal: missed out on a proper childhood so is treating his inner child to fnaf for the first time and idk… something something about the story being an overarching narrative about a brother trying to pick up the remnants of his family through his grief… he says he doesnt get the lore butbhe kinda does. also had a goat simulator phase for the same reasons but minus the angst
maven: i would like to say some really cool psychological game but this mf would probs love playing chess against a cpu the most 💀 silent hill takes second place though (he’s obsessed with the idea of a purgatory of one’s own making… hmm… i wonder why 🤔)
evangeline: mario cart (she eats anyone who even THINKS of playing as peach)
elane: some sort of dating sim methinks… maybe like those ikemen games (let her be y/n)
ptolemus: fortnite for the dances.
kilorn: also fortnite but he has one-sided beef with ptolemus on there who keeps trying to add him. he also has the toph skin and keeps wiping the floor with his ass (ptolemus has the miles morales skin)
cameron: the attack on titan vr game where the world’s best comedy is originated from
gisa: what remains of edith finch. cursed family narrative goes hard with these folk.
shade: hes a legend of zelda girlie.
diana: she genuinely doesn’t play any game besides minecraft because she gets forced it by other people. but i know she’d love red dead i just don’t think she could be convinced into playing it (tragic)
iris: virgo versus the zodiac would speak to her, i feel. she has a secret weird side that only indie games could tease out of her.
wren: star stable!!! secret horse girl lore.
thomas: resident evil 4 because depending what you headcanon him as hes either feening for leon or ada or both.
coriane: definition of stardew valley girlie. but considering what she went through maybe yume nikki would be a game she keeps close to her heart (someone check up on her).
elara: if the sims 4 existed in the red queen verse it could have saved a lot of lives. maybe even her own.
sara: she wipes everyone in super smash bros you best believe it.
julian: castlevania: symphony of the night… mm the grip it has on this nerd loser… do not even breathe the name alucard around him he will give you the entire dracula lore starting with le fanu’s carmilla.
dane: detroit become human. played markus’ storyline and bro suddenly was made to govern a democratic republic for the people by the people.
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hi its me, the one who asked u for the exam prep fic w jay.
i want some angst. Its because im going through that rn. HE FELL FIRST BUT SHE FELL HARDER, where jay gives up on their "friendship" because the reader was too busy denying her feelings for him. (u can end it w some fluff if u want heh) Doesnt necessarily havw to be with jay btw any member from enhypen u think fits best for this works.
its alright if u dont want to!!
a/n: oh hi anon☺️ oh my god but this request phew😮💨 prepare the tissues bc I feel like i’m gonna make this too angsty. of course, i’m gonna end it off on a good note. my heart can’t handle not getting a happy ending.
pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader
genre: angst but fluff towards the end
warning: talks about cutting/self-harm and depression (do proceed with caution). mentions of dead parents. I believe I made this too angsty so i am sorry. you do end up with jay though so that’s the good part. i did also change up a bit bc i believe that i have triggered someone with jake like ‘slut-shaming’ you. i am so sorry for that part.
word count: 1.5K words
taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo
our friendship
10 years of friendship.
down the drain just like that. all because of your selfishness. you couldn’t forget the way jay’s hands trembled as he voices out his feelings.
you felt like the villain for not believing him. denying your own feelings for him. you couldn’t love him. it was impossible, not when jay was for someone else. you couldn’t provide him with the affection he deserves. you were a broken record.
“why did you hurt him?” sunghoon asks.
— placing this in case the read more messes up —
“i didn’t mean to.” you nonchalantly say. the boy sighs.
“i know you didn’t mean to but I know you’re just hurting yourself too.”
“i’m not hurting myself.”
“when was the last time you ate properly?”
you kept quiet. jay usually made sure you ate on time, even if you didn’t have enough money, he made sure to buy you a meal. your life wasn’t the best. your dad did drugs and was absent most of your life. your mom ran off with a foreigner. you were left alone to fend for yourself. no family member to care for you. you matured quicker than most kids because of that.
sunghoon places a carton of milk. your favourite. one that jay usually buys for you.
“take this. you haven’t had lunch.”
“it’s alright. I don’t like this flavour.” you lied.
“that’s a lie. both jake and I have seen you happily drinking it after jay places it on your desk.”
“well, i stopped liking it.”
“after jay left.”
“well, he left for a reason.”
“because he was heartbroken.”
“his mom wanted him to study in america. that’s his real reason.”
“he would’ve stayed for you, (name).”
“i don’t want to hold him back, sunghoon.” you glared at the boy. sunghoon sighs.
“you aren’t holding him back, he just loves you.”
“well, i don’t love him!”
“stop being in denial. you love him just much as he loves you. actually no, you love him way more than he could love you.”
“you’re bullshitting, sunghoon.”
“you’re going to regret saying this (name).”
you left sunghoon. you didn’t want to hear what he was saying because if you stopped denying, you’d hurt yourself. falling in love with your best friend was something scary. falling hard for your best friend was the worst.
it had been years since you graduated from high school. you haven’t heard much from sunghoon, jake or even jay. you had fell out of that friendship ever since the talk. for some odd reason, your old classmates had organised this get together since it had been a while. you were not preparing yourself to meet your friends from high school.
“(name).” heeseung yells out. you gave him a little smile.
“class president.” you say. he chuckles.
“it was for 1 term, (name).”
“you were still our class president.”
“the best one.” jake slings his arm around heeseung. heeseung groans as he attempts to push jake’s arms off.
“it’s been a while, (name).” jake says. his voice laces with venom which wasn’t how he was normally and how he was back then. you nearly wince at how his tone sounded.
you could feel a shiver creep up and you were actually scared of jake.
“uh, yes. i-it’s been a while.” you say. afraid of saying something wrong to get jake angry. honestly, he had a very good reason to get mad at you. you hurt jay. one of the first few people jake cared about.
after you hurt jay, jake had followed jay to America. where they both continued their studies to together. sunghoon visited them and eventually moved there a little to spend time and possibly study there too. eventually, all of them moved back here to continue college since they missed Seoul.
seeing jake in a long while, you realised you missed him and the friendship the both of you had. jake was sort of like a brother to you. he was the closest to you but of course he clearly chose jay. you wanted to walk away but jake grabs on your wrist. heeseung leaves, he could feel the heavy tension.
“I see you’re happy with how your life turned out.”
“what?”
“cut that bullshit. iseul told us. you go to parties and have fun as if you didn’t do anything wrong! it’s disgusting, after you hurt your own best friend’s feelings?”
“jaeyun-”
“don’t call me that. we aren’t friends anymore.”
it fell silent between the both of you, the sound of EDM playing in the background. tears prickling at your eyes. someone comes to pull jake off you. you knew that familiar cologne.
“jake, you shouldn’t fight here. just leave her alone.” jay says.
“she hurt you, jay. how could you just ignore that? she’s been living her life happily while you cried everyday back in America.”
“don’t.” jake shoves jay’s arm and walks away. jay turns to you. he attempts to touch your wrist but you moved back.
“(name).” the way he says your name was perfect. it felt right but you shouldn’t.
you shook your head. tears falling down.
“jay, please.”
his eyes caught sight of slashing marks. they seem pretty recent. he knows you were never one to harm yourself but what exactly happened?
you left the place that day. it was when you started to really close off. you see, after jay left. a whole series of bad luck just dumped onto you. your dad got into car accident and died on impact. your mom was diagnosed with cancer and she died months later. you were left alone having to work hard to earn your own money.
you could feel the burden of living alone just pile over you and you couldn’t take it anymore. everything was overwhelming. too overwhelming. even the feeling of pain wasn’t as immense as the burden you felt. which was why you started self-harming yourself. you loved the feeling of the blade cutting your skin, it was numbing.
“(name), could you please tell me the answer?” the lecturer asks as you were daydreaming. you easily answered and the lecturer hums.
the bell rings soon after and students start pouring out of the class. you tugged onto your hoodie arms, hoping the hide the latest cut. it was itchy and it started bleeding again when you went to pick on it. you simply placed a bandaid over it.
you were packing your things when you felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up.
“hi.” sunghoon says. you looked away, you couldn’t let him see you like this. you shouldn’t associate yourself with your old friend group. you walked away quick but sunghoon was fast. curse his long legs.
“(name).” he stops you and pulls back your hood. that’s when he realises the bloodshot look you had. he gasps a little.
“what happened to you?”
“didn’t sleep.”
“you look like you got hit by a truck.” he winced.
“maybe I did. what’s your problem?”
“look about what happened that day with jake at the reunion…”
“I forgive him. I deserve it after all.” you walked away but sunghoon tries to catch up to you.
“yeah but that doesn’t account for what he did to you.”
“he didn’t punch me. he just talked to me.”
“(name).”
“please, sunghoon. i don’t want to live in a world with guilt. I’ve already hurt jay enough and I don’t want to hurt jake too.”
“yeah but like I’ve said a long time ago. you’re hurting yourself too. I heard that you rarely ever go out besides actually spending time in school. you’ve gone from a social butterfly to an introvert.”
“what’s wrong with being an introvert.”
“it’s just not who you are (name).”
“so what if I am not who I was. people change sunghoon. i think it’s best if I stayed away from jay. we should have never cross paths.”
“but you like him.”
“yeah, I do. what will happen? hmm? jay doesn’t like me anymore, I know it. he’s probably already dating someone hot. someone that suits him. someone who isn’t me.”
“you are someone that suits me, (name).” jay voices out. you shook your head and turned around to jay.
“I am not right for you. you wouldn’t want an emotionally and mentally broken girl. I already lost my parents, I don’t want to lose anything anymore.”
“your parents are gone?”
“they’re dead. it’s been a year or two. after i graduated from high school…”
“(name).”
“jay, i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my feelings but it’s too late. i am too broken.”
“you know I wouldn’t care if you’re too broken. I would’ve held you tight and cared for you.”
“jay, I just think we were on different levels. you were someone popular, smart and good looking. i’m just whatever this is.”
“I never cared about the stereotype. I loved you for who you were.”
“love is a strong word to describe how you’re feel about me.” you say. jay holds you close.
“but I do love you.”
“you wouldn’t understand, how much I feel for you.”
“then show me.”
“I can’t. not in public, where sunghoon and jake are staring at us.”
jake rolls his eyes, “go ahead and kiss. this idiot has been rooting for the both of you since high school.” he smacks sunghoon.
“what’s so wrong for hoping they’d get together. I thought they fit each other.” sunghoon glares at jake.
jay pecks your forehead, “we’ll take this slow until you feel better, hmm?”
and he did make you feel better.
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Okay, so I have to confess, I haven't actually read the comics, but recently I've gotten really into the DC fandom, and I have a kind of weird request.
I've always had an interest in teen heroes, particularly the psychological and physical impact that comes from doing something so dangerous at such a young age, and often for years. I've been doing some research into the teens, particularly Conner, Cassie, Tim, and Bart, and when I found out that both Conner and Bart died, it made me wonder: how many heroes died as teens? How many came back?
So, for the request. Actually, technically it's two requets.
The first: could DC fans, of any kind (comics, shows, movies, etc.) tell me any of the deaths they remember? I know of a few (Bart, Conner, Jason, Damian), but I don't know if there were others. More specifically, would you all be so kind as to format it like this:
[name]-[age at death]-[cause of death]-[revived?]
Ex: Jason Todd - 15(?) - Killed by the Joker - Revived
It doesn't have to be too specific, just enough to give me a base for further research. Honestly, just put as much info as you want.
The second request: how many teen heroes have there been? They don't have to currently be teens either - just how many started off younger than like, their early 20s? (Yes I am well aware that's older than teens, but I count them anyway because they were young.) I know there are a handful (the Robins, Teen Titans (?), Young Justice), but I don't know who they are, and every time I look it up, it feels like it changes.
Also, just out of curiosity, who i your favorite DC character, and why? Mine is Bart Allen (today) because he is a little goblin, and I love him He's precious.
Thank you so much to whoever comments!
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Happy anniversary, VII
I cannot believe it's been a whole year since I posted VII. I wrote and posted it at a pretty dark time for me, and figured it'd be a weird little oneshot that some people might like but would ultimately just kind of. exist.
That is not what happened. I'm still overwhelmed by the response it got. To the folks who loved it and left such wonderful comments, you will never know how much that mattered to me -- and still matters to me. And to everyone who has shared their love for the sequel or helped build that world with me, thank you all so, so much. It's been so fun and such a thrill to see your reactions and your support for my codependent trauma buddies.
I was really hoping to have a new chapter of A long, hard road to post today, but the brain is just not braining right now. Fingers crossed for March 19 (the anniversary of ALHR)!
If you haven't read VII/ALHR, you can read them here: Your legs give way, you hit the ground
I cursed my readers with this snippet, so now Tumblr gets cursed too. (If you haven't read any of it yet, this is not indicative of the fic whatsoever):
Maybe-canon-but-probably-not omake: Because no one has any chill whatsoever
“Okay, so you think it’s romantic that he would, like, literally sew you two together if he could. We’re going to ignore how weird that is for the moment.”
“Ronald…”
“But mate, he’s a giant, skeletal snake-man. You can’t honestly say you find him attractive.”
Harry mutters something under his breath that sounds a little too much like, “Oh, can’t I?” for his friends’ tastes.
“Is this some problematic holdover of your infatuation with the diary horcrux?” Hermione asks as Harry sputters and turns bright red.
“No!” he shouts. And, after a suspicious delay, “And I wasn’t ‘infatuated’ with the diary!”
Ron and Hermione both give him a look at that. Traitors.
“Psychologists would fight to the death for the chance to sort through all your issues, Harry.”
“Sy-ko-wha?”
“Good to know if I ever decide to hold gladiatorial contests,” Harry says dryly.
The topic of conversation dies out for a couple minutes before Ron turns back to Harry and looks him dead in the eye.
“So, given the chance – you would bang the snake-man?”
Hermione puts her head in her hands and regrets several life choices.
Harry sighs. “Like a screen door in a hurricane.”
Ron chokes on air.
“Harry!”
“He asked!”
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