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WEAR HEADPHONES
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TLC from Doctor Zayne
Once again, all audio comes from the game except for the music. No AI.
I mean yum
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Console me
Part 2 of Sylus and Rafayel's section in "Who do you love?"
A/N: You asked, and here it is! Hope you enjoy! 💕
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Anonymous asked:
Hiii! I’m sorry I couldn’t find if you were open for requests or not so if you don’t take any at this moment please ignore this.
I really love your style of writing and I was wondering about how lads boys would react if MC asked them if they are in love with her or who she was in the past life. I know with Caleb and Zayne it can be tricky but I was thinking that maybe Zayne remembered his past or like MC suddenly remembered everything? That’s just an idea I had in my mind.
Anyways like I said please ignore this request if you don’t take any at this moment or you don’t like that idea!
Have a nice day❤️
Who do you love?
A/N:Hi there! Thank you for your request. You didn't specify if you want it to be more angsty or strictly fluffy, so I did a bit of both ;p I tried to base it off of their myth's, but since I don't have Sylus' and Rafayel's memory cards, I eyeballed it. I hope you'll like it, any feedback is greatly appreciated :] Have a nice day!
For a while now, an insidious question has gnawed at the recesses of your mind. Perhaps it stems from deep-seated insecurities, a relentless curiosity, or something more profound and unsettling.
Since uncovering the intricate tapestry of your past with your lover, a disquieting thought has taken root: are you merely a stand-in for someone who no longer exists? The paradox is maddening—you find yourself envious of a former self. The notion pierces your heart with a sharp, unyielding pain, knowing that there was once another—ironically, another version of you—who preceded you. That person was, undeniably, their one true love.
You grapple with the tormenting thought: are you genuinely the one he loves now, or are you simply a surrogate, a shadow of the past?
Rafs hurts my soul, 😭😭
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𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
Like I've done with the Hogwarts Houses, Moral Alignment, Tarot Cards and Zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising); I am now creating a post for MBTI personalities! 16 all together, I've included some tests so if you don't know already, you can now!
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"When your own heart is devouring you, is there anything that can pull you back?"
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Banter with Rafayel goes HARD
I’d absolutely swing on this man daily if we were together. The way he’d get under my skin.
[you’re late]
“If you wanted a divorce you could have just said that.”
“Raf, we aren’t even married.”
“Well, we won’t be now.”
[you smile at the cashier in greeting]
“Am I intruding?”
“Oh my god.”
“What? I’m not worthy of your attention anymore, I understand.”
[you have art hanging in your apartment that isn’t his]
“Traitor.”
“I’m supporting small businesses.”
“Even worse. A traitor with no remorse.”
[you receive a drink from a stranger at a bar]
“Why are you the only one who gets sent drinks?”
“You haven’t left my side this whole time.”
“Well, I’m committed, isn’t that hot in a man?”
“A taken man, yes.”
“...”
“Sigh, bartender!”
[you don’t ask him to pick you up when your bike’s in the shop]
“You hate me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you?”
“What I’m hearing is I don’t love you.”
“You were at an exhibition.”
“Which I didn’t care about, don’t make me a bad boyfriend, call me.”
[you had a pet beta fish before you started dating him]
“There’s only room for one of us in your life.”
“That is a fish.”
“Yeah, a fish who’s seen you naked.”
“Raf—”
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Sylus is for the ones who want security
Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.
Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?
Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?
Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.
Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.
Sylus is for the ones who want security.
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Rafayel is for the ones who want to heal
Rafayel is for the ones who grew up so fast- an adult at age ten, a parent to sisters and brothers even younger, and a seasoned therapist your parents turned to for situations you shouldn't even learn until high school.
Rafayel is for the ones who want to heal their inner child, pushing and shoving each other over who gets to play next at the arcade, who gets to be stronger in a playfight, who ends up the least covered in paint after a tussle- tongues out and incomprehensible sounds coming from each others mouths to insult the other wordlessly, hands making inappropriate gestures before lunging to slather another color across skin.
Rafayel is for the ones who think they need a miracle to protect them- a God willing to step in and protect them from whatever might be harming them. Because a God should be able to fight any demon, right? Any terror that's threatening you? And he's safety in the pain, because what is the rage of a God compared to the quiet terror you've been experiencing forever at the hands of what harms you?
Rafayel is for the ones who want the love they never got to have, who want the man who waited centuries for you only to wait even longer. The man who chose you through every horror, every single bad thing you ever did and will do, and will continue to choose you over his people, his home, even fate itself.
Rafayel is for the unorthodox healing, for smacking his hand for cheating at kitty cards when you would never dare to anyone else. For raising your voice at him when you didn't even have a quiet one before. For dancing to yourself in the street because you see him swaying side to side and you want to join him, despite the people around you. For the ones whose younger selves would look on in shock at who the stranger was before them, doing every quietly courageous thing they may have dreamed of once before.
Rafayel is for the ones who want to heal.
Thisbhurts u know, cause its true
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ao3: voicemail pairing: gojo satoru x f! reader genre: angst wc: 1.9k status: one shot
It was the only way to have you again. Selfishly, even if it was only for a moment. Those words that never changed, a voice that never aged, you... that never saw another day.
_Disappointment_
Time and time again
A boy and a man disappoints me at a bargain,
A boy I can understand
He's still in he's teens
A young man still believing in fantasies and dreams.
But for you, in 20s going to 30s,
to have given me such unwanted attention,
You're a disappointment for your action.
I expected for you to be wise.
For a person who have experienced and explored life,
I saw through it all,
I said it before the next morning you'll be sober,
Then imagine I'm right you've replied colder.
I think this is the time I tell you 'I told you so.'
Did you ever think the consequences of your actions, no?
I tell you to don't force yourself to respond,
For me to be so young and understanding to a man,
Huh, my patience running thin, damn.
Last of that message you didn't reply,
Then I'll take that as a yes, i cry.
I cried out in disappointment,
I expected much of our conversations to be meant.
Your a coward for running,
And didn't even dare to take responsible for your acting.
Wow, what a world,
I daren't say I regret to meet you.
But still, how dare you
A lesson earned, a lesson learned.
Soon enough this will all be burned.
I thank you for the added lesson to my life ,
An added time to be pessimistic at night.
Somehow, someway I don't want just a lesson to be learned,
I want to be warmed and be cared.
The want of life is my irony,
Cause it won't never satisfy my curiosity.
As I wrote, I had let you go,
A time we spent so short I mourned.
Next time we meet
I hope we can greet and chatter as we speak.
Cause in the first place I didn't expect much
But you still disappointed me too much.
-Elizabeth Arcega
Ps. I've written this in a day after we met and chatted, I admired his life experiences, and surprised by him to take initiative to flirt with me, of course I laugh it off. Cause I didn't expect much for we have 7 years apart and our life are world's apart. But disappointment fills me after he got colder, so I wrote this poem to let go and share to all of you. Thank you everyone 😊.
Sauce of picture I forgot but I remember I got it on webtoon. ❤️
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Afternoon Cuddles
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