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hecalledme-jagi · 1 year

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I have a feeling that MC would be really close with Teo’s friends. Maybe it’s because I really like Teo’s friends, and the type of friendship they have, but as he mentions them more often and he mentions the MC to them more often, the stronger the impression I get.

Based off the way they interact with Teo, and how Jay and Joseph have communicated with MC, I have this intense feeling that they’d love her. Though the conversations are short lived, I can tell both guys definitely care about Teo and treasure they’re friendship with him, so it’s likely that they’d pick up on the fact that MC genuinely adores him. I imagine they’d be insanely supportive of their relationship—tho I highly doubt they would be outright about it LOL.

I can just see them teasing Teo about having a girlfriend that’s cooler than him, and saying how they like MC more than him. Telling him he’s cringy and exchanging embarrassing stories with MC. Or them inviting Teo out, but saying, “we’re only inviting you because we want MC to come.”

And I like to think that Teo would greatly appreciate the shared bond between MC and his friends. Sure, he’d be annoyed by their teasing and maybe a little jealous of how close she is with them, but he seems like the type of guy who greatly cherishes his relationships. So seeing the people he cares about getting along with the person he loves the most(and vice versa) would make him incredibly happy.

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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Estaba un poco aburrido e hice un perfil de Twitter falso para mi personaje de The Ssum, haciéndola amiga de mi MC de Duskwood 😂😂😂

I was a bit bored and made a fake Twitter profile for my character from The Ssum, making her friends with my MC from Duskwood 😂😂😂

Español/English

No me pueden dejar sola con esta aplicación, invento mil personajes 😂😂

They can't leave me alone with this application, I invent a thousand characters 😂😂

#duskwood #the ssum #duskwood mc #the ssum mc #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc

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xelasrecords · 1 year

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The Great Anguish of Our Separation Means Nothing to Me

Harry Choi x MC

Harry and MC meet again five weeks after breaking up. They never imagined the reunion will be like this.

Took the portion of Harry saying "You might have felt less tired if you cared less. Sorry." when MC was worried because he disappeared and ran with that self-blaming guilt here.

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They had finally run into each other.

It took them approximately five weeks to arrive at the empty bus stop on the same day at the same time, but here they were, late into the afternoon with the rain falling around them. She thought it would be a quick hello, how are you, are you happy, good, good, good. To Harry it was more of an oh, there she is, time for me to go. Who knows what nonsense I would say if I talked to her.

He wanted to run, but she was already approaching him. She was less of a coward than he was.

"You still come here," she said. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

Harry blurted, "Not everything is about you." Then hated himself for the spite he had unleashed. Then multiplied the hatred when she only nodded like she understood. "My room is colder now," he tried again. "My bed is cold."

"Oh?" She raised her brows. "Try turning up the heat or use the blanket I got you."

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Or just stop sleeping naked. That might help."

"It might, yes." Harry made a mental note to cut off the habit of parroting her. Not that he would ever meet her again. That seemed unlikely.

She shrugged. "Happy to help." Why he was still hurting her after they had ended she couldn't guess. She pushed aside the image of his bare body sleeping beside her. Rather than turning her on, it pinched her with a sour feeling in her gut. She had lost the privilege to watch him vulnerable, unguarded. Voyeuristic, he would jokingly call her. The old him would have. She didn't know who this person before her was.

Harry once heard that when one came across an ex, one had to prolong the conversation while subtly digging up truths about their well-being after the great separation. Preferably that they were doing well, but not too well that there was no evidence of their heart having been shattered. Sometimes joy could be reaped from someone else's despair.

"Have you been sleeping well?" he asked.

"Enough to keep me going."

"I see." He didn't. What he saw was the dark shadows under her eyes, but lack of sleep didn't mean she was depressed. She liked to knock herself out when she was. Harry understood that to some degree.

She gave him a wry smile. "How about you? Are you working these days?"

"Yeah, I'm doing great. I'm happy." He pulled at the fabric of his black turtleneck.

"Then I'm glad. I wanted that for you."

Her expression gave nothing away, none of the guilt Harry fantasised she would feel for ending their relationship. "What do you think I should eat for dinner?" he tested, trying to retain her attention. He had already lost forever; this finite time was all he had.

"Whatever you like." She dimly recalled it was how Harry used to show that he cared about her views and felt silly reenacting it.

"Can't you treat me as usual? Don't be so bland. You don't have to act differently just because we're over."

"Do I?"

Harry grunted. "I hate it when you answer a question with another question."

That was her point.

"You might not know this, but everything has changed. You are different. I am different. This is like, the inertia of life. Nothing can be forced to stay the same. Get on with it." She sighed. It was odd; she thought she had processed her hidden resentments about Harry, but now faced with the person himself, her old fury had resurfaced.

Harry shifted on his feet before closing their distance. The copper-red of his eyes was dull. She couldn't recall the last time they had been this close. "I'm sorry," he said after a moment. "I've been thinking about the things I did that drove you away. They weren't good. You went through so much just to hold on to me and I…" He shook his head. "Sorry you had to be there. You wouldn't be hurting as much had you loved me less."

She thought she would be relieved to receive an apology, but it irked her that he seemed sincere, that he could only understand how his mess had messed them up after she pulled the plug. "Who said I'm hurting?"

"We dated for a while. I can tell. You mask your pain with indifference."

She turned away. "I don't like you seeing me in pain."

"Consider it even. You've also seen me in my worst moments, and I didn't like that."

"Don't I know it." She glanced at Harry. He was studying the busy road stormed by the rain, mimicking her. There was a time when one of those couples in cars linking fingers and pressing the back of their hands to their lips was them. "What makes you think I didn't want that pain?" she asked. "If I had cared less about you, my life wouldn't be as meaningful. You saw me the way I wanted to be seen. That meant something to me."

"And look what good it did."

"You must think you know what's right for me."

"No, that's not what I mean." Harry rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "Do you regret it?"

"Regret what? You?" She tilted her head at him. "Never. I wouldn't be in that much pain if I didn't love you as much. Love spent on you was not love wasted." If she had to be honest—which she just was—this vulnerability made her want to regurgitate her lunch.

Harry's jaw tightened. "Not for me."

Instantly she regretted telling the truth. She had to clear her throat before asking: "You regret me?"

It humiliated her to be caught pining alone. On a subconscious level, she had hoped he would share her sentiment. However distant he was, the pain was bearable if she knew they were bearing it together. The separation would only feel final if she was left grieving alone. Hopeless, helpless, hating having to learn how.

"I didn't know you could still make a joke," Harry remarked. The wind was blowing the rain in, stamping the locks of his overgrown blond fringe onto his forehead. He didn't push them away. "When you were with me, I never gave you the best that you deserved. I regret that. I should've done more when I could."

"You tried." She was perversely relieved to hear his response. "Would you like a star sticker as a token of appreciation?"

"No." He gave her a look. "And trying isn't the same."

She agreed.

Out of nowhere, a car rushed by a puddle in front of them and Harry's arm shot out before her, retreating them deeper into the safety of the bus stop. There was a muddy splash on his shoes. She was fine. Her stomach was warm from the press of his arm.

"I don't know what I deserve actually," she conceded. "I wanted it to be you, but I was a lot sadder than I was happy. Maybe it was a me thing. Maybe if I don't know what I deserve, I can't be happy with anything given to me."

Harry shoved his hand into his pocket. "Or maybe you weren't happy because of me. You used to get angry a lot and I was annoyed by that. I blamed it on your unpredictable moods, but it was actually me. I set you off. I was the problem."

She let out a flat, humourless laugh. "I tried to be patient until you crossed the line. I thought I could put up with your rudeness, but I couldn't take it anymore. I can't be with someone who's only nice to me but mean to everyone else, Harry."

His gaze on her was hard. "Good, you shouldn't have."

"But that doesn't mean I didn't love you." She braved herself to face him and put a hand on his shoulder. He tensed. "All my happiest moments were with you, however scarce they were. You tried so hard to make me feel loved, and it isn't that I loved you because you loved me, but because you were willing to try for my sake." Her hold clawed into a grip, but Harry didn't flinch. "You should know that you are the best person I've ever dated. There isn't, and won't be, anyone like you."

His head tilted forwards almost imperceptibly. "I know," he muttered. "I know you loved me. I was there too."

Silence settled over them. It wasn't a silence that filled in the blanks, the comfortable kind lovers loved to fawn over. This silence was agonising, brimming with words they couldn't confess. They could have, if they wanted to risk showing their hands, but hands and cards and everything that required vulnerability were never on the table. They never stood a chance.

She listened to the harsh patter against the bus stop roof. The conversation was dwindling. Every time she wanted to leave, the illusion of the past pulled her back. Like how one graduating from school would mourn the ending of that life phase despite the hardship they had faced, she was bowed under the loss of something that was already over. Letting go was a whole different thing than breaking up. She had to do it over and over until it slipped free from her clutch. She did not want to let go of her misery. Who would she be without him? But who would she be if she continued to be with him?

"Was it the same for you?" she croaked. She felt her eyes wet with tears, but it was a faraway feeling like she was performing the mechanism of crying, yet she couldn't really feel it.

"Don't cry," Harry gritted out. "I hate it when you cry."

"I'm not. It's the rain."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Stop lying. Just stop it."

Did he think she didn't know him? That he feared he wouldn't be able to hold back if he saw her cry? His rudeness was not all bad when it served as his mask. If she could save him from her pain, she would. It was her last gift for him after the havoc she had wreaked. It was the only thing she could do after leaving him.

She blinked the tears away. "All right, I'm sorry."

"Don't—" Harry's voice cracked. "Don't be so polite to me. You're supposed to fight back, do the opposite of what I asked. That's how you were. You were always straightforward with me and yourself, not like this."

"I'm still honest."

"Now you lie with a straight face."

"Something you do naturally." She smiled and fought to keep her voice from wavering.

Harry put her hand away from his shoulder with a deep, shuddering breath as if it physically pained him to separate her from him. "Not to you. I've always been frank with you."

She looked down at his hand covering hers for a second longer than needed. His hands were always cold. Time would make her forget how they felt in hers, she thought with aching sorrow. "Then tell me. Did I mean anything to you?"

"No point in answering that now." Harry could hear the thrum of the bus engine and feel the heat emanating from it beside him. His bus had arrived, but he couldn't move.

"I don't understand you. One second you look like you still want me, then you swat me away like a fly in the next. I'm not a fly. Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "You've questioned me and I've answered. Now it's your turn."

"Does it matter what I want if we can't—" Harry pressed his lips into a tight line. "Never mind."

"It does."

"And then what?" he challenged. "We get back together? That's impossible."

"No, I don't want that," she said. She felt a responsibility to set him free from his looming guilt. Perhaps he could not be good enough for her, but he could be for someone else. There had to be somebody who could appreciate him as who he was. She wished for his happiness above all else.

Harry huffed out a derisive laugh. "Me neither."

When he presented it as an impossibility, it had been an attempt to lower his expectations in case she didn't want him anymore. And she didn't. And it hurt just the same. Harry didn't know there was no limit to heartbreak.

She took a step towards him. "If you hate me, curse at me. Yell at me. I give you permission. Only don't do it halfway through. Commit to what you actually want for once."

"Why should I? You only want me to hurt you to feel better about yourself," he spat. "If I'm suffering, you have to suffer along with me. Except I'm not, so I guess you'll just have to suffer alone. Good luck with that."

Harry looked away before he could catch her expression and noticed that the bus had left. He didn't understand why he always resorted to scathing words as his defence. He thought he was capable of change, but how did one become kinder and retain the goodness inside? Harry didn't feel worthy of being kind. He owed it to himself to hurt. Times like this made his living inside his skin unendurable.

If she didn't know Harry better, she would have believed him. Beneath his callous words was his calloused heart that she failed to care for. If this was the last time he could use grief as a weapon, then she would let him. Eventually, his feelings for her would fade and she would be just another person he loved. While her love for him would live on, he was not the kind to linger in the past.

She wouldn't be any different to him, she had to believe that.

Harry started when he felt her palms closing around his clenched fists. She slowly pried them open, revealing crescent marks on their surface. He didn't realise he had been doing it. "All these months we have been suffering alone, have we not?" she asked, voice surprisingly gentle. "Just as you cannot love me forever, your hatred won't last either. We're only this sad because we were so in love. Those feelings had to balance out somehow. You'll be free soon enough."

Harry felt ashamed in the face of her blunt forgiveness. She looked at him like she knew of the war inside his mind and understood it. There was a transparent understanding in her eyes that he couldn't stand, reflecting himself to him. The emptiness was too much to handle. "I don't hate you," he finally said. "I never did."

"I left you. It's fine if you do."

"But I don't."

They stared at each other. A ghost of a smile on her face and palpable guilt on Harry's. None of them were happy.

"I should get going," she said.

Harry hesitated, then pulled her into a hug. His body remembered hers, how her curves felt against the hard planes of his, and how comforting her arms that embraced him back were. No more would there be someone he could go and hide with when the world closed in on him. How did he ever let go of someone like her? Where had the strength come from? But he had done it once, he could do it again.

Harry let his arms fall. Looking at her, he was reminded of things too late to speak of. The compliments he hadn't found the chance to tell her before their breakup, the promises he wished he could still keep, the trivial matters of his life that he wanted to share with her. How his conviction had stuttered when he saw her earlier. It didn't matter now.

Harry fetched his black umbrella that was leaning against the bench and handed it to her. "Take it."

"What about you?"

"I'll wait for the bus."

She seemed amused. "You know how to take the bus?"

"I don't forget the things you've taught me," Harry said. It was the one honesty he could offer her.

"Well, then." She took the umbrella and clicked it open. "Have fun waiting."

"Be careful on your way home."

"You too. Don't walk in the rain. Don't get sick."

"I won't," he said.

At her retreating footsteps, Harry tipped his head against the glass wall behind him. He would always regret her. He swore it. How else would he keep the memory of her alive? Some happiness was not to be learned. He would not ever forget her.

If she turned around, she would see him watching her diminishing figure, harbouring a pointless, rabid hope that she would look back. Hadn't they shared the same habits at one point?

But she walked on.

Footnotes:

Bus leaving before Harry could get on mirrors his inability to move on.

To me, this story is that feeling of when you meet your ex and feel like you don't know them anymore because they look different now, but after a few exchanges, you can see that they're still the one you fell for, then came the dawning realisation that you were right to break up.

Does regret mean anything in an expired relationship? Can forgiveness from your loved one free you from the guilt of hurting them? I like to toy with the idea of forgiveness and whether an action could objectively be forgiven or understood, and how far you can forgive someone when those wrongs come in the form of the person you love.

If you noticed, they never actually say "I love you" in the present tense and avoid strong emotional words. They can't admit it because that requires being vulnerable. They think the reason they broke up was only because of Harry's rudeness, but it was also their fear of vulnerability and tendency to assume things instead of communicating. These things had piled up as resentment and exploded.

I wanted to explore another type of post-breakup meeting where Harry isn't as bitter and MC isn't the one to blame as in the original bad ending. I also wanted to do something different after seeing a lot of breakup fics where the pair is super angry and hates one another.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#if you thought i wasn't going to write anything angsty after playing his bad ending then you don't know me at all #harry choi angst #harry choi x mc #harry choi #harry choi fanfic #the ssum harry #the ssum #the ssum imagines #xela writes

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zealousfanprunewolf · 2 years

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Playing The Ssum but still missing Jumin :(

He knows I'm not playing mm/his route so he is looking for me 😔

#mystic messenger #jumin han #The Ssum #jumin x mc #he should know better that I'll eventually get back to him #mm jumin #Jumin Han #Jumin #The Ssum lab #lololol #The Ssum features #Trivial Features

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spacemoth-moth · 2 years

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oh, do i know zen? yes, teo. zen is my ex. no, don’t worry i’m with you now. but since we’re talking about exes..

do you remember the woman that you accidentally switched phones with? oh yeah, she’s my ex too. oh also, do you remember the guy that kept calling her phone? i think you had a quick chat with him. yeah, he’s my ex too. i kinda dated them all at the same time frame. no, not at the same time. it’s difficult to explain.

why did we brake up? oh you know, the relationship just hit the end point, you know? the specific point where you knew the relationship could technically continue, but it still was the end. yeah, it’s hard to explain.

have i ever wanted to get back together with them? yeah, i did. but i’m with you now! please, don’t worry :)

i still haven’t decided if our relationship is something i would want to go back to once it ends though..

what? no, no, no. i’m just saying that with you i feel like it would take, i don’t know, maybe 200 days to really get to know each other. yeah, ha ha, random number. i’m just a random person ha ha ha..

but no, please, don’t worry about my exes, teo. i can’t date them even if i wanted to. which i don’t ha ha, obviously.

#the conversation i WISH i could have with teo #what timeline did mc creates by saying that zen is her ex?? how does it work??#the ssum #the ssum spoilers #mystic messenger #✨

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starvingreader · 9 months

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I will build you an altar

Harry Choi x fem MC

TW: Self-harm

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst.

Harry discovered that MC was not the naive sunshine she appeared to be in the chatroom.

It was impossible to find the right words to say to her, to express his anguish. She was lying beside him, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and her face snuggled into the side of his neck. The moonlight shined through the windows casting a shadow of their figures on the wall. They had never been so close. In fact, Harry hasn't been this close to everyone for years, both physically and emotionally.

But he wasn't at peace. Harry struggled to fall asleep. Maybe because it was an unfamiliar bed or because he didn't cocoon himself with a blanket. Those were the possibilities. Or at least, that was what he tricked his brain into thinking so.

But after some attempts, he gave up. There was no point at all. It was crystal clear that it was her. Only she could make him crumble.

His hand traced the scars on her arm. Gently, so he didn't wake her up. Her flesh felt strange under his finger. The sensation of the scars had him thinking about the past - something he didn't share with her, and she didn't mention it to him either. A sense of powerlessness hit him suddenly. Her pain left such a bad taste in his mouth.

Harry didn't realize she was struggling for so long. She was a weirdo, yes, but at the same time, MC was the brightest person he knew. Harry had a lot of words that he associated with her.

Like caring,

Or warm,

Or understanding, or patient.

But never sadness. Sadness simply didn't fit her. She was so strong.

But here she was, with a bloody arm he bandaged clumsily and scars, lots of scars all over her body. Some were healed, some were not. It would have taken her years of suffering to cover her body with these.

He couldn't comprehend how bad it was for the pain to show through a body. You would have to break, break and break until a crack was formed on your skin. Harry thought about that a lot.

He couldn't stop thinking about her lifeless eyes when he barged into her apartment. She wouldn't even move until he was near. It was hard for her to move, no, even breathing was a task.

They didn't talk much the whole night. He was just there. Harry didn't require any explanation, he didn't want to disturb her anymore. Surprisingly, Harry didn't feel much of a betrayal about MC not telling her stories despite their bond. He just felt sad but sad was not the right word. It was something more, something so intense he wanted to reap his heart out and hold it in his hand so he didn't have to face it anymore.

The night was cold in a different way you would describe the weather. Harry didn't understand much at that time. He only knew how to hold his hands out for MC to place hers in. They both trembled a bit when they touched. She told him a little about her scars, so little he had a hard time connecting her words. MC didn't cry the whole time, but her tears were clear to him. She spoke of her stories like a stranger relaying the news. Like a small talk, that was the best he could picture it. MC was numb. The agony held her shackles to the point that even when she went insane, she couldn't scream for help.

After a while, MC fell asleep in his embrace. Harry had turned back to his god-knows-why self-destruction. He didn't know he could feel like this for another person. He couldn't have guessed at all. He thought he had gone crazy.

Harry started praying to a god, a star, or the moon. Whatever that you needed to pray to, he prayed. For they would take her pain away and give them to him, he would shoulder all of that, even if it meant death. But nothing happened, the scars didn't magically disappear from her. Harry was devastated, he had already known the answers but he was devastated.

Harry felt like a dumb shit. A dumb little shit that couldn't help her at all.

Harry wished her to be happy, be absolutely happy. She was his shelter, his home. He would build her an altar. He would build her an altar for her to know that she was strong and beautiful. He would build an altar for her wounds so she wouldn't be ashamed of them.

He would build an altar for her existence and preach her like a god.

But for now, he would just hold her. He would hold her so tightly that they melted into each other. For someday, her pain would be his, and he would be hers.

#harry choi #the ssum harry #harry choi fanfic #things I wrote at 3 AM #what is english i dont know english #harry choi x mc #the ssum

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outofcontextcheritz · 6 months

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It's me again your fav mod ORANGECATZ advertising my discord server about Otome Games and CHERITZ! Come on in!

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darikenari · 5 months

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“The Ssum: Pocky Day” feat. Teo & “Honey” MC

#the ssum #pocky day #the ssum teo #fanart #cheritz #comic #otome game #vekuricomi #artist on tumblr #vekuriart #artidn #honey mc

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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Teo doesn't like bugs

My MC doesn't like it either

I think I already know what solution they would find against them if they were roommates:

BURN THE HOUSE!

#the ssum #tss #the ssum teo #the ssum mc #the ssum day 6 #the ssum spoilers #spoiler

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cheritzheadcanonz · 8 months

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Eri is at least semi fluent in English. Her parents moved to the US so she tried to learn English to impress them and get them to love and spend more time with her. Obviously though, that didn't work...

'Eri is at least semi fluent in English. Her parents moved to the US so she tried to learn English to impress them and get them to love and spend more time with her. Obviously though, that didn't work... "

#cheritz #nameless the one thing you must recall #nameless #eri #eri nameless #otome game imagine #otome game #otoge #dating sim #funny #edit #meme #mc #theories #headcanon #I love so much do some edits about Eri. can u guys could me send some pngs?#u like eri a lot I see #thanks for the asks I'm kinda busy do play the games #CHERIIIIITZ NOTICE MEEEEE PUT NAMELESS AND AND DANDELION IN EVIDENCE NOT ONLY SSUM AND MYSME

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xelasrecords · 2 years

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