#I JUST— I JUST— ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND IM HERE FLAILING ARMS CLUTCHING MY CHEST ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Sea-circle Event (Chapter 4)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✧ mum’s smile || little gentleman || art and love || mum’s companionship || endearing thoughts

【Mum’s Companionship】

A journal recording Victor’s growth during the study tour program in France.

What she hid in here is not only memories but also her regrets for not being able to be there to constantly care for him and nag him during the time he was growing up.

[Note: Victor’s mum used to call him “Yan Yan,” which as always, I’ve translated as Vic-Vic~]

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✧ DATE: 05/21

He safely arrived in France at noon today. Following the teacher’s instructions, I was waiting at the designated meeting point when I saw him getting off the bus with a big bouquet of carnations in his hands. The teacher said that when they were passing by a florist, Vic-Vic requested to stop briefly and wait for him; he then especially picked out those flowers for me. This adorable little gentleman… did he watch some French romantic movies!

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✧ DATE: 05/21

Vic-Vic’s dad said he packed his luggage all by himself for this trip. And sure enough, Vic-Vic immediately opened his suitcase in the living room after we returned home today. Although this little grown-up didn’t say anything, I knew he was probably trying to attract my attention. So, I thought of teasing him a little and deliberately pretended to not see, going about my business as usual.

But to my surprise, Vic–Vic was extremely patient. He just sat there on the sofa and waited quietly. Before long, I couldn’t resist anymore and succumbed in my heart, promptly making up for it by rewarding him with the recognition he deserved. Vic-Vic took out a certificate from his suitcase and presented it to me, saying that he would bring an even better trophy next time. I knew he was trying to tell me through this gesture that he was studying diligently and growing up well. So I hugged him and told him he was truly amazing. But what I didn’t tell him was– “Actually, you are already outstanding in your mum’s heart, and you don’t need these awards as validation.”

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✧ DATE: 05/25

We visited a vinyl record store, and I initially thought that at Vic-Vic’s age, he might find this type of music medium too old-fashioned. But he listened attentively to the teacher’s explanations throughout the visit. I asked him if he wanted to buy a vinyl record as a souvenir for himself, and he quickly nodded. Eventually, with the curator’s recommendation, we selected a collection of Miles Davis’ famous tracks.

Sticky Note:

As soon as we got home in the evening, Vic-Vic couldn’t wait to play the vinyl record. I was curious about why he was so interested, and he explained that the unique sound of vinyl records made him feel like he was traveling through time.

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✧ DATE: 05/31

To my surprise, Vic-Vic helped me secure the tickets to the music concert that I had missed out on earlier through a knowledge quiz.

My son is truly amazing~

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✧ DATE: 06/05

I still remember the first time I made pudding for Vic-Vic. With a frown on his little face, he peered at the kitchen countertop and asked me in an earnest tone if we needed to hire a professional cleaner to tidy it up? Just the thought of his deadly serious expression makes me somewhat unable to contain my laughter. I wonder if he will ask the same question again when he sees the kitchen in its current state after waking up?

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✧ DATE: 06/05

…in the blink of an eye, you are already leaving for home today. There are many things Mum doesn’t know how to say to you face-to-face, so I’ll just write them down here silently.

As the person dearest to you, I’m truly sorry that Mum can’t always be by your side and witness you growing up. Seeing how sensible you are, Mum feels gratified, but my heart also aches at the same time. If I had been by your side all the time, perhaps you would have been able to be like the other kids, often acting coquettishly and being stubborn with Mum, wouldn’t you…

Regardless of anything, I hope that one day you will understand that no matter where you are, I will always be blessing you, watching over you, and loving you. And also, remember to smile a lot more. Mum absolutely loves the way that smile lights up your face~

P.S. The teacher said that this record needs to be submitted to the school, but Mum is really unwilling to part with these precious memories and give them to someone else. So I lied to the teacher and told them that I accidentally lost the journal…

After you leave, I’ll secretly hide it away. You can revisit these memories at your own pace when you grow up.

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✧ next stop: endearing thoughts

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#DAMMIT PG WHY DID YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE ON THE 4TH DAY ALREADY ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ #you can see how much impact his mom has on him despite her rare presence. his love for romantic French movies- collecting vinyl records... #the way he still brings her flowers every time he visits. the throwback to how she taught him to make pudding— #and remember how he said that MC resembles him mom strikingly?? you can feel their resemblance through these pages too— #both his mum and MC – “your existence itself is the grandest miracle.” and their quirks too— 😭👊 #I JUST— I JUST— ITS ALMOST MIDNIGHT AND IM HERE FLAILING ARMS CLUTCHING MY CHEST ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[is-i-halloween-yet]

The End of All Things: Chapter 03 (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Anti X Reader Part 3

(AN: Okay the text thing was weird so here are Anti’s thoughts: Damn not this again. Just let her move. A sign of life. Please.. Just- I don’t even know what happened. If she’ s not gonna wake up, I’ll just go into her head. This better work Y/N. Sleep. I’m coming.)

Triggers:  Language, Violence, Nightmares, and Unknown Numbers

"C'mon Y/N you have to drink!" I hollered at her unconscious form while I attempted to open her jaw enough to pour the drink down when I felt more blood pour from her nose.

"D̰͔͍̪̜̦̆͗͟͡A̴̖͉̟̩͎̙̟ͨͫ̒̍̕͜M̸͇̖ͬ̑͛͜N̶̪̹͓̗̥̯̭̳ͥ̊̉ͦ͢I̷̡͈̣̰͕̳͎ͯ͋͠Ţ̵̢͓̘͕͉̺̞̔ ̿ͭ̃͆͌ͦ͋̀҉̻̥͎̥̺N̴͓͙̞͚̟͋ͦ͞Ŏ̵̟̩ͪͬ͂͢T͉̼͌ͪ͐ͪͩ̒̈̋ͫ͡͡ͅ ̼̫̗̹͌̆ͣ̉ͧ̚T̨̪̪͖̞̯͎͙̽͟Ḩ̱͈̬͈̯͈͇̐͊̄ͣ̐ͧ̀̇ͣ͟I̶̳̺̔ͩ̾ͩS̠͍̰̱̫̄̏̈ͤͦ̍ͮ̾ͣ͟͠͠ ̉͛̈͑ͯ҉̶̱̬̗̦͢Ȃ̷̦̖̗̪̰̌̋̾͗͘G̤̗̠͚̠̹̹͆̅̌̓͊̋ͥ͆͡ͅĂ͇̩̙̫̓ͥͮ̂̓ͥͣ̏I̸̧͕̦͈͙̪̮ͦͣ̑͗N̶̝̅ͫͤ́͆͢"

Hearing the glitch in ny voice rise i restrained and physically drew myself back, "Just a few tissues."

The moment the blood from her nose had fallen back at the ball, the power had fizzed out. The screams of all the mortals being to overwhelming I took her and got her home, hoping she’d wake.

Her worst condition being her movement... Or lack of. The only way of telling that she was alive was the small rise and fall of her shoulders. Other than that, her body was limp and nothing I could do would wake her up. I had tried human remedies (even splashing water on the back of her neck) then attempted anything with my abilities. Nothing. All I could do it lay her on the bed, taking off the first few layers so she was only in her under-gown and wait. And wait.

J̘̮͉̓̀u̯̩̬͆̋s̯̝͙̮̗͋̇͆̏ͣ̊͠ţ̺̗͙̉̓ͤͤ͒ ̻̹̖̣̼͉̬ͬ͑̅͑l͇͎̂̏ͅe̶̮̐̐́̌͐t̶̻ͩͤͤ̆̋͌ ̢̥̯ͯh͚̲͚̝͈̯͖ͦ͊e͍̣̤r̜ͤ̐ ̸̰͖̞͉̼̣͖̍͒ M̡̢̺̩̺͚̳̫̣͚̤̫̊̐͛̿͒̄͒͡͡O̩̲̘͎̩͉͒̈́̆͗͆̉͘͢͠V̷̴̝̥͈͉̈́ͬ̓̒̈̂̿͗̄ͯ͊̇̇ͥ̒͆̀̀̕E̷ͪ̄̃ͨ̔̑̌ͫ҉̳̲̜̤̖̖͍̣̹̼̻̫̥̖͙̟̲͍̀̕..

. À̴̤ ̦̙̹̯̳ś̨̭̦̤͚͡i̡̢̤̲̬̹͈͕̘͝g͏̪͕̱͠ͅn̶̡̗̮̰̳ ̶͏̗̮̣͔̲̫ǫ̛͚͉͔̰̫̤̞͖f͔̘ ̲̣̟̬̭͠͞ͅl͈̲̗͍͉í̟͖̟f̞̞ͅe̮̺͢͞͝.̙̜̰.̶̵̷͓̖̭͍̪̻̼͍͔.̸̢̠͍̙ ̞͖̪͉̀͢P̲̝̼̭̕͡l͇̯̺͔̣͙͟e̲̭̞͢ą҉̢̩̜͓͎s҉̩͕̣͚͟e̳̭̱̝͍̕.͈̟͟͡͠ ̤͓͕̤̼͡J̢̧̛̭̗͉u̶̧̠̲̥͘s҉̘͎͓̗̟͉̫͢t̩̪̤̦͚͟͢͠.̸̨̧͖͕ ͈̳̻̗̣̼̬̹̩͠ ..

I͝ ̀do̕n'͜t̀ ev͏e͡n ͏know ̛wh̀a͘t͠ ͡ha̷p͘p͘ened̴ ̢

Defeated, I kicked her bedside and looked back down at the form seeing no reaction. Frustration in me build as I let out a growl and allowed my head to twitch for a few minutes, allowing the rage to die down before I lied down beside her, wrapping my arm around her limp form.

I̝͙̹͓̊̐̐̆̾ͧf̛̲̭͚͔ͬ̃ͦ̓ͪ̒̐ ̱̗͋̓ͧͫ̍̏ͫͅs̬̜͑ͨͯ͞h̗̭̠̆ͪͣͩ̀͞e̖̰̞͓͔̻̣ͮ̾̐ͨ͌'̮̤͕̻͎̘̐ͪͪ́́s̩̰͑͑ͤ́͆ͭ ̻̬͍̫̞ͭͯ͑̉̒͟n̴͖͍͖̪̠̺̬ͭ͗͐̒̒o̞̝t̷̤͙̗̞̍ͨ ͋҉ĝ̙̣͍̑ͭ̅ͭ̽̚õ̉̓ǹ̜̗̟̤̓̑̂n͛͛̈̏͒̍̌a͓͈͇̲̽̈͌̃ ̱̭̖̘̇ͅw͈͉ͤ͂ͩ͛ͫ͠a͎̮͇k̛̦͔̜̮̜̞ͫͤ͋ͬͥ̏̚e̢͙̳̦͌̐̈́̎͊ͩ ̋ͩ̀ͬ͛́ǔ͂͠p͖͔̤̌̇̇ͩ͌̉͊͢,̴͕ͥͮ͗͆̊͑ͨ ͭ̾͏̪I̴͍̼̟̹̺̺̜'̦̝̫̤̫̗͍̿̅ͨ̄ͮl͒ͪ̀͏̞̫͓̻ͅl̷͔̦͙̣̦̼̺ ͙͖̝͎͓͑̽̋ͫ̾g̷̱̻̼o͍̱͚͖͌ͬ͋ͭͣ̚ ̺̤̣͙̹̤̞̋î͓ͤͣ̈́ͨͫň͉̘̻͇͖́t̬̯͒ͦ̇͠o̼̙̬͚͐̎̃́ͧ ̴̪̃ͤ͆̂ͭͨ͛h̞͙̥͐̈́̉̉ͮ̽ͪͅͅè̖̰ͫr̠̼̭͒ͅͅ ̛ͨḧ́̌͗ȅ̵̝͍̳̞̬͓̀̓a͒̍̇͆d

It was an ability all figments could learn with enough training, but no one could control them (unless you name was Darky) only interact with the host. That being said for people who weren't Dark, it took a lot of energy to get into the dreams and just as much to get out. It was almost like upon choosing to enter, you wouldn't wake until your host so to say woke. And if they didn't, well... T̀͑̒

̠͔͙̹̲͍̰ͤ̐͌̓̇̃hͮ̓ͤͦͤ̚͟҉̱͓͇̬̤̫ͅi͕̯̙̹̳̝̼̺͐̂ͧͫ̅̾ͅs̴͚͈̹̺͕̩̪̗̃͌̃͢ ͈͚̦̯̮̽̈̂ͫ͡͝b̊͆̍͞͏͎͙̠̞̗̖̭e̪̗͖̜̣̫͊ͮ͛͞ͅt͔͙̭̣͖̺̲͚̥̿͂̿͛ͭ͋̎̎̚͘͟͡ţ̖̬͓̹ͯ̋ͬͧ̕͟ȩ̵̛͈͓͔ͩ͒̐r̵̒̐ͣ̚͏͕̙̙̺̹̭͕ ̤̹͙͎̔͂̽̀̕ẃ̘̲̬͕̦́ȯ͓̜̠̓ͬ͟͜r͇͙̳͈̦̬ͣ̿̓ͣ͘͝k͖͖̦͖͎͙͍͇ͮ͟.̶͉̯͇̠̩̮̪̯͂ͦͭ͒̾ ̣̦̠̻̗̗̾͊͆͐̃̚͠ ̮͇͈̩̯͔̍̔̋̏̅͋ͪ̂Y̢̤̩̌͂͘/͇͍̍̆͊́͋́Ń̢̛͚ͮ̽͂ͥ͑.̷̭̭̆̿̔̚̕

.ͬͭ̚҉̢̟̱͓̕.

̨̟͉̺̟̞ͦ͞͠ ̶̵̰͚̥̋ͭͬ̌ͅSͩ̽̎͞҉̪̰̤̝w̃̆ͯ̂̐ͮͥ͏̺̥̞͘ê̗̩̜̄̃͌ͫ͋͜ȩ̱̲ͩ͗̎̇t̶̷̥̮͌ͦͤ̌́ ̍̌̐͂͝͏̰̯̼̲ͅ

.̴̛̼͕̘̀ͬ͑͂̇͋.̷̞͎̳̱͎̮̀̄͛ͭ̀̑ͣ̕͘ ̧̏͏̴̦̘͔ ̵̰͚̲̮̝͖ͭ͜I̸̢̥̝̱̳ͦ̅̚̕'͙̩̹̠͒ͮ͑̇̚͠m̶͖̲͕͕̤̐̋͒̍̒̂͢ ̴̢̞̤̓ͣ͐̐ͬͤ̈́̉͘c͙͔̼̹͚̝̟͚ͥͯ̍͝ơ̳̲̿͒ͣ̈̓̇͐͋̕m̛̼̫͇͖̗̼̯̰̄̈͗̏̌͑ͪ̈́͘i̶̡̭̬̙̮̩̗͇̤͈ͥ̄̉ͪn̞̘̤̻͚͉̐̾ͯ̇g̯ͭ̔ -

(Your POV ((FOR THE FIRST TIME E V E R))

It was so dark. So... Cold.

I was trapped on the ballroom , all the dancing couples surrounding me and trapping me in the center, though Anthony was no where to be seen and I was only in my underdress. Still I remained calm as they moved like clockwork to the string section, this large clock signaling movement with clicks. With every hour they stopped and laughed, trapping me in the center before they began their mechanical movement all over again. But as the clock struck midnight, their laughing echoed by something else.

The slice of a blade on my palm.

Then on my arm.

My calf.

My leg.

My stomach.

My cheek.

Anywhere their blades could hit me

Hourly another strike but I wouldn't let myself fall no matter how they stung or how deep the slits were. I keep going, standing strong no matter the deep slit or how much of the white gown remained.. Then suddenly, I felt something...  I don't know why but something compelled me, basically forced me to let go, suddenly bursting into a howl of sobs and screams. But the clock had chimed it's thousandth hour and the laughter got worse and I couldn't move. Instead I collapsed to the ground, clutching my screaming head and panting as the figurines did there dance around me, but I couldn't be bothered as they pushed me against the wall. Movement stopping as they only slashed and laughed, now every minute.

Tick... Tock... Slash... Tick... Tock...Slash...Tick...Tock...Slash

"Y/N!"

Anthony?

"Help me!" I screamed out as loud as I could, though the noise and hollar was enough for the figures to look, their heads tilting back and forth parting so they could corner me, doing a creepier laugh than before. "Anthony! HELP ME PLEASE!"

For a while, nobody came. I felt like my sanity was being drained from my bones. Then as if answer my prayers, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I looked up to meet the neon green hair and the same mask as before. He smiled, gently rubbing my back before sending the creatures a look that made them freeze in their place and carrying me off and out of the brightly lit hall into a dimmed darkness that was oddly tranquil.

"You can cry." He assured you, stopping suddenly and sitting on the ground, loosening his grip but not setting me down, his eyes never faltering with mine before I closed them while I toyed with the mask, "You're okay now."

I sobbed into his chest, he took me in his arms “I-I-I” All I could do was sob while he hugged me, humming a small song that slowly eased the tears as I began to drift into slumber, my hands not leaving the strings.

“Let sleep overcome you, Y/N... You are okay now.. You’ll be okay.”

"Y/N." A soft voice said I continued to toy with the strings on the back of his mask while he rubbed my back. "Y/N! What are you doing?" I opened my eyes, seeing another Anthony behind me. Panic filling my bones, only then I undid the strings did the creature revel it's shadowed face, sticking a knife through my stomach. The other figure chased the shadow, until it disappeared and approached me as I coward away. "Y/N... Your fine. Hey look. I-" He looked at me, removing the mask as if to show he wasn't one of those creatures as he made more steps towards me still with failure.

I whined and cried, cowering, trying to pull the blade out making him want to come closer "S-St-Stay away..."

“Y/N... It’s me I-” He looked shocked, shaking his head and looking down. Silence fell as he looked in thought, but never straying his gaze from my eyes in a for that was unnerving. He spoke up suddenly causing me to jump as he inched closer, kneeling when close enough "Her heart was... No... Her heart-- is given him, with all its love and truth. She would- Dammit. Shit. "

"She would joyfully- joyfully..."

He ran to me, pulling the blade out, taking my shaking bloody hands as we both continued, "She would joyfully die with him, or, better die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of."

“D-Dicken’s...” I smiled up at him as he crawled over, “You.. You remembered.. I-You..”

There was something about him.. Something...

He picked my weak body up and placed me on his lap, rubbing my weak and bloodied body. "It's just a dream... You can wake up any time you want..."

I fell into a coughing fit, blood coming out of my mouth of which he quickly wiped away as I touched his face, a trail of blood in the place of were my fingers touched "I... I know you..." I looked down, blinking as I coughed again. "I-"

"Sushhh..." He rubbed my back, toying with strands my hair before he placed his hands on my stomach only for me to scream and kick around a bit before he shushed again.

"Damnit.. Y/N... Im sorry. I can’t do anything.." He echoed my action with blood following his trace while he stroked my cheek, "Just relax until you wake up. Nothing will happen until you wake up.." I struggled a bit and he held me tighter. "You'll wake up soon en-"

I felt bad for cutting him off but couldn't help but kick and flail as a hot iron like pain overwhelmed my head. Like it was being pulled apart, burned, every piece of it slowly and all at once. Like it was being examined and pushed and torn for results. The screaming may have been much, but I couldn't restrain. It was enough of a seering pain that even if it hurt I could feel myself blacking out, ignoring the words from the familiar face as he whispered words I couldn't hear in my ear, a static over coming my vision and hearing

"You little whore." My room mate scoffed as she entered while I blinked my eyes, feeling a cold sensation around me and I turned to expectation to see the body of the man from last night hugging me, instead only finding sheets. Again, Nadia shook her head in disgust, "I mean provs, little miss innocent finally broke but still-"

I clutched my head, whining as it still hurt a bit "Where'd he go?"

"Hungover too huh? Fantastic!"

"Nadia..." I looked at her with pleading eyes, "please."

She sighed, looking down with an unreadable expression, "I literally ran into him leaving when I got here." She looked at me pitifully before standing up leaving me alone to what I assumed she thought I was going to break down.

Instead I grabbed my phone to find a text from an unknown number.

UN: Answers?

UN: The park in front of your childhood home

UN: You can trust me, Y/N

UN: I promise

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