i don’t want hajun to be mysterious, beautiful and elusive. i want him to see his messy, fractured moments. no more bare minimum details. i need to be acquainted with visceral details of his childhood.
give me 13 year old hajun in japan, alone and confused and still convinced that this whole thing is a ruse and his parents will come get him eventually. i need 14 year old hajun still clinging onto the hope that if he’s good enough and proves himself his parents will take him back. i want 15 year old hajun disabused of all his faith in his parents and realising home is nowhere now, and he is fundamentally unwantable unless he learns to wear the right masks and say the right things. little hajun who had to figure everything out by himself, while knowing his existence made no difference to his parents back home anyway. now it’s his life and the only person to whom it matters is himself.
i wonder if he had a phase where his anger was just like dongha’s — wet, guttural, thrashing, amorphous. when exactly did it take shape into the cold, sharp thing it is today? i want him slowly getting sick of breaking his own heart with his own wanting. i want him meeting allen and experiencing the terror of caring for someone for the first time. i want him falling back on the “vengeance on my parents” narrative because he can’t admit to himself that allen and anne appeared in his life at a time when his walls weren’t fully up yet and now they’re here to stay after he’s so carefully built himself up to avoid abandonment by avoiding intimacy altogether. i want to see him growing up and retreating slowly further and further into himself the more he realises he won’t be able to survive losing allen and anne, i want him disgusted by his own wanting and uncomfortable with himself but so distanced from his own feelings that the only way he can process / experience anything close to it is by antagonising others to create congruent reactions within them just so he knows what it’s like to feel something.
i want him alone in his room and suddenly so crushed by emotion but incapable of identifying them because he never grew up with the tools to define his own experience. maybe that’s also why making music with bae matters to him (since their theme revolves around taking charge of your own narrative). he built himself a sense of self from scratch and still he couldn’t outgrow his childhood fear of being unwanted. yeah he’s sadistic and callous and morally dubious, but he wasn’t born that way. i am asking once again i need the visceral detail. the guts of it. but i may be crazy.
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having to do internet gymnastics to access local newspapers and having to do internet chess to access western media... good lord i ask you to grant me the privilege of Clicking On Links at some point in the future please and thank you
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i rewrote the legend from the sso intro for my fic but i think it turned out pretty nice so im sharing it here, feel free to add replies if u have other ideas about how the legend could be changed. see my tags for some commentary dhsfgjk
Legends say that Jorvik was once a desolate rock in the cold, dark sea…
Until one stormy night, when the stars glittered above the thunderclouds, and the crescent moon was shining brightly…
Just as the first rays of sunlight beamed out beyond the horizon, a great flash of lightning struck the black waves, or perhaps it was a falling star...
From the swirling depths, a girl on horseback sprung forth, and on a golden harp she played such a tune that both the sea and the sky calmed, and became at peace…
The girl rode out of the waves onto that desolate rock, and from her horse’s hoofsteps sprung boundless life and beauty, and to the melody of her harp, every living thing sang and gained its voice…
Once the rock was full of vibrant life, in harmony with the sky and the sea, the girl and her loyal steed came to rest…
As she lovingly touched her hand to her horse’s muzzle, the two faded into the air, splitting themselves into many millions of pieces, like the smallest grains of sand…
Those pieces gave love to the hearts of all the island’s creatures, and solidified, for all eternity, the bond between horse and rider…
It is said that one day, when great storms take over the skies, and cold waves wash over the island, darkness is taking over, and the girl and her horse will return once again…
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this is a lil update on that irl crush. because i'm happy and i think i'm in love and i wanted to share with my friends. :)
i'm just happy happy happy! we've gotten so close! we've shared things with each other that we've never shared with anyone! things that we've never even said out loud before! we've had the most intimate experiences together and we've connected on a level deeper than i think i've ever connected with anyone! especially a man!
he had to leave last week because he doesn't live here, he lives out of state. and he had a vacation planned! so he was leaving for vacation and then he was going home! and i was nervous, because i wasn't sure where we were going to leave things. i didn't know how he felt about me. but we got together so that we could say goodbye and he told me that he was glad it was me. he said that when he first came to town, he didn't wanna go anywhere or do anything but his dad pushed him to get out of his comfort zone, and that was me. he said he was so glad that it was me. he said that he was glad that he got to spend time with me, to get to know me. he said that he has women in his life that he adores and trusts, but that he's never had a relationship with a woman like the one he has with me. he said that he wants to stay close, he wants to text and call and facetime and he promised that we'd see each other again soon before he wrapped me up in his arms and hugged me for a long, long, long time.
i saw his parents a few days ago and they gave me a christmas gift from them & him. we talked about him and his vacation and they said that they had talked to him a little since he had left but "he doesn't share with us the way that he shares with you. he doesn't share with anyone the way he shares with you, liv."
this relationship is special and different than anything i've ever had before. i am happy. and i think i am in love with him.
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in undergrad i had a graduate student instructor who i was obsessed with because she was so smart and so beautiful and such a good writer and she remains my role model for How To Do Academia Today even though we work at opposite ends of the long second millennium. also her cat is very cute. at the time i suspected she was dating a different graduate student i was less intensely obsessed with and have been assembling a mental bulletin board of evidence from their respective twitter accounts for several years now but the trail had gone cold due to them graduating and working in separate countries. academic job markets, man. but i got new evidence tonight. going to be entirely normal about this
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straight up getting emotional about a thing that happened in a campaign that ended over a year ago
like. i wrote an ambiguous and biased backstory of a character who is part of an apocalyptic world-ending cult, who deep down wanted to study wizardry but had to frame it as going undercover as an apprentice and stealing secrets from this doddering old archmage to aid her people’s cause . and then she goes and learns wizardry and eventually realizes she wants more for herself and breaks from her cult
and i mean. there’s a lot of ways my dm could have run with that. i was fully expecting that archmage to be furious at my character for lying to and stealing from him. and so when they ran into each other again, i was braced for a fight, or at least an altercation
but instead the archmage went. i knew all along. of course i knew. i’m a divination wizard, silly. i saw a young woman in a bad place and i wanted to help her. i thought that by showing her kindness and creating an environment for her that wasn’t all about power struggles and nihilistic fanaticism that she might realize that there was more out there in the world for her. that she deserved more. you didn’t steal secrets from me, because i gave them to you. i was your teacher. i loved you and love you still
and god i didn’t know where that character was going to end up before then. i thought maybe she could go on a typical wizard hubris spiral, or a revenge quest against her old cult, but in that moment i was like. oh. she is loved. she has new friends, new family. she has a reason to change, a reason to care. her story is just about love, and about making people’s lives better
her alignment shifted from neutral to neutral good soon after. she never stopped being curious, sometimes to the point of foolishness, but she never squandered her teacher’s gift. she left the world better than she found it
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