♡ — Pallor of porcelain cheeks promptly burns with the sweetness of his words and the poor Persona-User can do nothing but press her knuckles against her now simpering lips in pursuance of concealing not only her embarrassment, but also the wide grin that is slowly taking over. Why is he always that good at shifting from his nasty disposition to his more romantic one ? With her gaze low and her cheeks painted in carmine shades, Minako sighs softly, mostly in pursuance of teasing him.❛ Then why don’t you kiss me ? ❜
You will get—
Adequate ship building time.
Realistic obstacles for them to overcome.
Sweet fluff.
Sexy smut. (if you want)
As much action as I can mange.
Tons of angst.
Possibly random drabbles.
Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips.
@ tagged in all kinds of things.
Headcanons about anything and everything.
Completely sick of my ass.
♄ —-⎧IT WAS THE ALARM THAT WENT OF THROUGH THE BASE THAT Has awoken him. It was one of the rare nights that he actually slept in the bunk and at the moment he regretted it more than anything. If he was in her room with her he could have ensured her safety but he was pulled out with the other soldiers. Quickly getting into his armor, his gun to his side. Panic was rising all around them as they were under attack. Rebels attacking the base and they where outnumbered. They were forced into their squats and he as special forces was forced to the front holding their guard. His helmet steady on his head his gun confident in his hand as he moved forward towards the edges of the base. Settling himself down behind a barrier as he pointed it at the people in front of him. His mind on protecting the one person he cared about. He was distracted. All he could think about her safety inside the bunks. Why wasn’t he there. He was her bodyguard he was suposed to guard her and the people.
“HELLHOUND GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN THE GAME.” It was the command from his team leader that shook his mind away from her lifting his gun and firing it at a rebel who climbed the fence. “She is safe with the others, now fucking focus on your job… if they get past here the base is lost…” The commands where rough but they gained his attention. Back to moving shooting all rebels that entered the base. HIs gun swift as here his movements. She was safe. They where in the control room deep in the base. It didn’t take long before their forces where pushed back further. Moving to the center off the base. The center building surrounded by their soldiers as they fought off the rebels that tried to approach them.
“Go….” It was the command he had been waiting for. It was the command he needed to hear and with just a nod he stood up moving himself into the main building towards the control room. Please be safe. Was the only thought on his mind as the moved down towards the door of the control room giving a nod to the few guards that where stationed there. “They are coming.. we need to get them out of here and into the bunkers…” His voice was heavy the gun shots in the background covering it. The rebels where making their way to the control room and all they could do was get everyone into the bunkers and erase all data. That was the only way to save it. Everyone needed out and everything needed to be erased. It only took a few nods before he opened the door, his eyes scanning the room swiftly meeting hers before straightening his back “We need to escort you all to the bunkers… Please stick together and follow me.. Listen to every command and do not wander of on your own. We need to get you off the base and into safety…” ⎫
♡ — The door of the control room was suddenly opened right in front of her and for a moment, Minako forgot why she was struggling against the much taller and stronger soldier in the first place. Her eyes, widened pools of molten chocolate, were settled upon the familiar silhouette of her lover and upon seeing that he was SAFE ( hurt, wounded and perhaps tired but overall, alive ) , the previously induced state of anxiety and panic seemed to subside, at least a tiny little bit; as rendered obvious by the way her petite shoulders slumped downwards in defeat and by the way her once tensed muscles suddenly relaxed again, she had no more strength or desire to fight against someone who was merely trying to protect her and once this same conclusion was also perceived by the aforementioned soldier, he let her go. Dainty digits curled inwardly into clenched fists and despite the burning need and urge to crawl in Wonho’s arms, she knew that such a gesture would have been extremely inappropriate considering what kind of situation all of them were experiencing — Her love, selfish and egoistic, had to wait.
A nod was offered forth to him and the ghost of a smile allowed the corners of her lips to briefly slant upwards, although such a feeble and weak simper did not last more than three seconds. The rest of the people within the room started to throw questions at him, shouting and crying, for they were well aware that their life was on the line... Then why was Minako feeling so detached from everything ? Why was she unnaturally and oddly calm now that she had witnessed that he was still alive ? Why couldn’t she be scared like everyone else, why couldn’t she cry or quiver, why couldn’t she fall onto her knees and pull at the strands of her velveteen hair ? She could not understand it and it’s exactly because of this underlying inability to experience panic that she decided to try and be useful instead; the Persona-User quickly approached those who seemed to be unable to walk or listen to Wonho and with the most saccharine of voices, she tranquilized them, whispering sweet nothings against their metaphorically deafened ears and giving a gentle caress to all those who needed some kind of warmth in the cold of war. If Death was offering a frigid embrace, then... She would have BURNT bright for everyone.
The control room was left behind and finally, the Fool was just about to approach Wonho when something within her made her heart ache — Thump, thump. A loud, deafening buzzing sound started to echo within the confines of her mind, momentarily paralyzing her and almost making her lose her balance, to the point that she had to lean against a nearby wall not to fall. Wait... Was that... A voice ? Something ( or better, someone ) was telling her not to walk any further, for a great danger would have otherwise involved her as well... And before she could understand the meaning of this, from one of the many doors in the corridor, a group of rebels suddenly appeared, holding their weapons and shouting things she could not comprehend. Those who were in front of the aforementioned door died under the flying bullets and... And she would have died as well, if only she hadn’t suddenly felt sick. With panic coursing through everyone’s veins, the group of unarmed citizens started to run towards all directions, obviously making it hard for the soldiers to protect them — She would have run too, probably, if only the sight of a G U N did not catch her interest.
⟨ The ARCANA is the means by which all is revealed...
Only with STRENGTH can one endure suffering and torment.
@wnhhsk ❤ ⟩
♡ — PANIC. Everything happens much too fast and of course, the dormant Persona-User has absolutely no time to understand why she’s being suddenly dragged away from her bed, away from the comfort of her room towards... Where is she going ? Why is a soldier ( whose name seems to be lost in the darkest abyss of her memory ) leaving her no chance but to follow him through the oddly crowded corridors ? Where is Wonho ? What is happening ? Something within her, perhaps her sixth sense or perhaps something much more complicated and treacherous than that, warns her about an upcoming danger and although her legs move and her feet allow her to keep the pace of the unknown male, frigid shivers do not cease to run down her slightly curved spine, summoning painful lines of goosebumps all over the pallor of her porcelain complexion — She feels unsafe, defenseless, vulnerable.
For what seems to be decades, no one bothers to explain her what is currently happening and only once she’s forcefully and quite violently pushed inside of the commander’s room, does one of the soldiers finally explain the situation to her: they’re under attack. A group of rebels is surrounding the base and from what she manages to understand ( her mind is extremely hazy and blurred, as though she was intoxicated with a substance that she does not remember to ingest ) , there aren’t enough soldiers to block the revolt. What about Wonho ? What will happen to him ? What will happen to him if the military forces are defeated ? Her bloodied organ skips a beat and in the blink of an eye, Minako is pushing the various men all around her in order to try and reach the door; within those four walls, the weakest inhabitants of the base have been secluded ( doctors, nurses, shoppers and merchants, teachers and obviously, HER ) and she will never accept this kind of treatment — She’s not weak !! She’s not fragile !! She’s not a doll of porcelain that will break at the feeblest of touches !!
But before her outstretched hand can finally touch the locked door, a pair of arms are wrapped around her waist from behind, hindering her from moving any further and much to her distaste, all her struggles seem to be utterly useless. ❛ Let me go !! ❜ Shouts the strategist against the unnamed man who’s caging her within his arms. ❛ I have to see Wonho !! ❜
bunnyxhp -> arsmcriendi .
All previous threads, relationships and friendships will be dropped, sorry.
I hope we’ll have the chance to start roleplaying soon !!
The new details will be up soon.
♃ —-⎧HE HAD LOST HER ATTENTION THE MOMENT SHE FOUND THE SHOP And now all he could do was follow her around like a puppy past all the different kind of games. As a child he was forbidden to play any video games or watch tv’s having him skip a huge part of his childhood until he was old enough to rebel against his father. He felt lost in the store as he got dragged from one side to the other, but her enthusiasm made up for it. He couldn’t help but stare at her, at her excited smile and gestures as she walked around the store. Listening to her stories and rambling trying to remember as much as he could for whatever future references there were before he got dragged away again this time he was staring at a huge row of bizarre stuffed animals. His eyes switching between them real fast before looking at her a tilt of his head in confusion. Their relationship depending on either pokemon or Youkai watch which had something to do he assumed with the stuffed animals above him. He stared them for a while longer before turning to him deciding on picking the one that sounded mosts familiar to him swallowing roughly “Pokemon?…” He mumbled doubtfully a shrug of his shoulder. “Which is your favorite..” He walked behind her pointing at the animals before wrapping his arms around her waist. “I will get you one as a memory of the base…” ⎫
.• ♡┊ The young female was well aware that Wonho was probably uncomfortable in what could have been described as her ‘natural habitat’, but not even this hindered her from openly conveying her joy at the sight of something that could be deemed as familiar, as heartwarming and crystalline, in clear contrast with all the mysteries and shadows that she was forced to deal with on daily basis within the walls of the military base. Obviously, her previous question had been nothing more than a joke and although many people indeed fought over childish matters such as videogames, Hana was proud of admitting and claiming that she wasn’t among those players or fanatics — In her humble opinion, games had been invented to CONNECT people with similar tastes and interests, after all. ❛ Did you really say Pokemon ? Aaaww, I expected you to choose Youkai Watch... ❜ Whined on purpose the pro-gamer, jutting her lower labrum into the vision of an infantile pout before she focused her attention upon the rather large quantity of plushies that were displayed right in front of them. Was he really going to buy her a stuffed toy, just like normal boyfriends did ? Oddly enough, albeit this was nothing more compared to what he had done for her, her heart skipped a beat and all of sudden, she felt warm and fuzzy. ❛ Can I get two of them, instead ? Pleeeeease ? ❜ Momentarily escaping from the loose embrace of his arms, she waddled onwards to grab onto two specific plushies, almost shoving them both to his arms. ❛ Sailornyan for me and Fuyunyan for you !! Don’t we look cute as cats ? ❜
♡ — ⟨ User ❛ @wnhhsk ❜ has joined the FLOOFY game !! ⟩
.• ♡┊ Pure and unadulterated GLEE was smeared across the ivory complexion of the gamer’s visage as she goofily trotted and waddled around the tiny shop. Much to her surprise, the little town located nearby the military base also had a videogame store and words would be probably unable to describe how excited she was when she set foot inside of it !! Aside from a first moment in which the various people inside recognized her and asked for pictures and autographs, Hana was eventually given the chance to enjoy her little adventure, intertwining her fingers with Wonho’s just in pursuance of dragging him from one side of the shop to the other, pointing at new and old consoles, picking up her favorite games or the ones she would have liked to buy in the future. Eventually, something piqued her attention and with renewed joy, she childishly tugged onto his hand, pointing at a rather large series of plushies under the features of colorful and bizarre creatures. ❛ Alright, alright !! Our relationship depends on this !! Which one do you choose between... POKEMON and YOUKAI WATCH ? ❜
YOU ASKED ME TO BE MORE ACTIVE ON HERE !!The “probably angst” is simply because I already have a GREAT idea for that.So here I am, being active. And giving you angst.Please, love me.I’m soft.♥
♡ — ⟨ User ❛ @wnhhsk ❜ has joined the PROBABLY ANGST game !! ⟩
.• ♡┊ He, the same man she had disregarded and disrespected for the whole life, had eventually and unfortunately set foot inside of the same base where she was currently working, side by side with the military strategists. While many people ( including her overly excited manager ) were toasting for the arrival of such an important figure in the army, a certain gamer could not help but frown at the general glee and euphoria; everyone had been invited to this ‘welcome party’ and she was left with no choice but to attend as well. Inside of the largest bunker, soldiers, nurses and doctors, members of the staff, inhabitants of the nearby town and basically any other breathing creature that resided in this same zone was currently drinking exquisite and expensive alcohol, eating delicious food and overall enjoying themselves — The old man must have looked like some kind of HERO who finally gave everyone the chance to have fun instead of merely focusing upon their duties and burdens !! Obviously, Hana did not agree with this. He was a two-faced wolf in sheep’s clothing, someone who knew the human psyche and hence, someone who knew how to manipulate those around him in pursuance of earning what he desired; to BUY people was perhaps his greatest skill and perhaps, it was thanks to this deceitful and manipulative disposition of him that he had managed to climb through the ranks of the army within mere years.
A huff, childish and loud in nature, slithered past her plump lips as she nervously looked around, searching for a certain SOMEONE who could have been more than able to brighten the mood. Her manager had warned her... Her father already knew about their RELATIONSHIP, therefore it was only a matter of time before he did something in order to ruin the only good thing that had ever happened in her life. Was he going to scare Wonho ? Was he going to threaten him ? No, he wasn’t that kind of person, that kind of ‘father’... His scheme would have been much more subtle, much more effective and because of this, she FEARED him with her whole heart. Taking a sip from her cola, the pro-gamer started to pace around without a set direction, keeping enough distance between her and the majestic silhouette of her father while searching for Wonho. ❛ Where is he... ❜
♡ — ⟨ User ❛ @wnhhsk ❜ has joined the ANGST game !! ⟩
.• ♡┊ No more than five minutes were necessary in pursuance of walking from the commander room where she worked to the private room where she reposed at night. Even so, in that exact moment, it almost felt like centuries passed and with each step she took, weaker and weaker did her body become; fatigued by the immense pain she was experiencing ( not only physical, but also and foremost emotional ) , Hana was unsure on what to say or do and just like a hollow doll who has long lost its soul, she merely remained attached to the much taller frame of the soldier, as though her whole life depended on the close vicinity of their bodies. Over and over again, did the images of the atrocity play within the now blurred confines of her mind, but no kind of explanation could be found. Why had he done that ? Why had he betrayed her just when she was starting to trust him, when her doubts about him being the spy were starting to dissipate into nothingness and apologetic regret ? Wonho had been right on everything, since the very beginning... And she, with nothing but FOOLISHNESS laced within the marrow of her fragile bones, had poignantly thought of being able to change not only her own destiny, but also the disposition of someone who was evidently selling the lives of his own comrades for money. How pathetic !! She did not deserve to live. She did not deserve to have HIM by her side.
❛ I’m sorry, ❜ whispered the pro-gamer. Her voice, previously broken by the incessant flowing of crystalline beads of water down the blemished flesh of her cheeks, was now dry and emotionless, as though her heart had ultimately become unable to feel something. Apathy was perhaps her only defense, her only weapon against the nightmare that would have tortured her for the rest of her life... Had Wonho killed him ? And if he did, was she also going to bear the burden of someone’s death ? Suddenly, her steps came to a halt. Turning towards her lover, Hana focused her attention upon his shirt ( once white, now blemished with the fresh ichor of someone who could as well be described as a monster ) , furling her dainty digits against the soft fabric before she spoke again. ❛ You... You did not kill him... Right... ❜
Some changes will be made to this blog.
D.Va is singleship and is now officially in a relationship.
Her fc will also change, from Juniel to TWICE’s Mina.
I won’t drop any thread, hopefully I’ll be able to reply to everything soon !
Something I keep thinking about is D.va having moments where she just wants to be alone. No streaming. No fighting. No fans. Just being by herself and just sitting in the dark to hear the quiet and recharge.
❝ How many rivers must be crossed ? How many wide oceans must be passed ? To meet the me of my dreams ? When I’m walking over the dazzling bridge that is connected by our hearts, you are standing at the end with a warm smile. On the way to tomorrow, in the middle of the vast ocean, I shout out loud, asking how to withstand this by myself. The past memories that reflect on the glass window become the sun that sets in my heart. You are always there, finding road for me. All the things we shared color my heart every day, with the same light, we are made as one, forever. ❞
Player TWO , @wnhhsk .
♡ — A voice, familiar AND familial, cascades upon her almost deafened ears with the same strength of a typhoon and what can she do, if not lower her gaze out of shame and torment ? A part of her knows and comprehends the reasons that have brought the older man to shout at her like that, something he had never found beforehand ( which, obviously, makes things even more arduous and burdensome to the poor gamer ) , but another part of her merely wants to rebel against such constrictions, against the invisible but heavy chains that have been tied around her wrists and ankles; she’s like a DOG with a leash attached to her neck and it doesn’t matter how much she struggles or attempts at widening the space between her bruised skin and the leather of the collar, it always ends up with her SUFFOCATING.
Suddenly, his words are too much and without bowing or apologizing in sign of respect, D.Va merely steps back in pursuance of turning onto her heels and leave the room as fast as she can, closing the wooden door behind her and proceeding to walk away from that damned office before someone else appears and starts preaching about what she should or shouldn’t do. Her steps are heavy, unsure and perhaps even goofy, for she has no real destination — Although she has spent quite a lot of time here, in this same military base, everything is now unfamiliar and unknown, as though she was actually right in the middle of a idyllic MAZE and the more she approached the center, the more she approached the MONSTER that had turned this same place into its kingdom. Every face is suddenly the face of an enemy and even the warm and friendly smiles that are offered to her by young and old soldiers, people she has talked with uncountable of times, suddenly appear as the sneers and grins of grotesque and anthropomorphic beasts. HIS words, the words of her manager, the words of the man she started to care for as if he was her real FATHER, continue to pirouette and echo within the confines of her mind, leaving her no way to indulge in quietude and tranquility, for no repose is given to her fatigued heart.
❛ Why don’t you understand ?! I’m not saying this for my own good, I’m saying this for YOUR sake, for your career, for your dreams !! I’m nothing but a manager and there are dozens of other celebrities I could work with, out there... Can you say the same ? Your whole life, from your childhood to this moment, has been focused on becoming the BEST player ever !! And now, after all the efforts and sacrifices you’ve made, you want to throw everything away ?! The Zowie Divina... The Zowie Divina was supposed to be an easy challenge, a sort of hobby to spend a different week-end because none of the other players invited could even dare to look at you directly in the eyes !! But what happened ? YOU, the one who should have won, arrived in SECOND position !! Not because your opponent was skilled, not because her strategies were better, not because someone hacked into the game and cheated... But because you were too busy thinking about HIM !! Because the night before the game you remained with him, because before the game and afterwards the game you remained with him !! Do you really think I did not notice the subtle winks, the subtle touches ? Do you really think I did not notice your sudden disappearance only to find you again much later, with a love-struck smile on your lips, messy hair and messy clothes ? Do you really think I wasn’t aware that he slept every single night inside of your room ? don’t want to know if you love him, I don’t want to know if he loves you either, I don’t want to know if the two of you are together just because you’re suddenly unable to control your hormones... All I know is that you are DESTROYING your own career for the sake of someone who probably only wants to fuck you !! Do you know how terrible this loss will be on your reputation ? You forced me and the company to sue the other player, claiming that she CHEATED just in order to save YOU... You’re the WORLD CHAMPION, you’ve become the World Champion because you deserved it and now... After all these years in which your fingers were tormented and excruciated, all these years in which your eyes almost bled from spending too much time in front of a computer, you prefer a mere BOY to your future... I’m ASHAMED. I told you enough — BREAK UP WITH HIM. ❜
Were his words true ? Has she really given up on her career, on what she loves to do in order to throw herself in the arms of the soldier ? Yes, she had indeed spent all her free time with him... At night they slept together in the same bed, they had breakfast together and during practice, she often left the gaming room with the most pathetic of excuses just so she could cup his cheeks and kiss him ( and maybe do something more, but that’s a detail ) . Was Wonho the real reason behind her DEFEAT ? Has she really lost the match because her mind was focused upon him instead of being focused upon the game ? She doesn’t want to give up on this, she doesn’t want to give up on what she has built with so much pain, she doesn’t want to give up on what makes her happy, on what makes her feel alive and fulfilled... But what else could she do ? Her opponent during the Zowie Divina was not powerful or skilled and normally, she would have beaten her in a matter of mere minutes — But this didn’t happen, because her mind and heart were thinking of how much she LOVED Wonho. Her manager... He is right, on everything. She’s not a mere girl who can fall in love and be happy with the first guy she meets — She’s a pro-gamer, a Korean celebrity, someone with a fanclub and various contracts that allow her to live a quite comfortable life... There is NO place for lovers in this field.
A decision has been taken.
She needs to put an end to this, now.
For the both of them, before this love ( so beautiful and pure ) becomes pain.
Unexpectedly, her attention is piqued by another voice. Masculine, baritone and melodious, she has listened to this same voice countless of times during the previous weeks, during the previous days and the previous nights. A voice full of authority and coldness, apathetic and loud and firm, framed by blond tresses and military garments. A voice full of affection and pathos, deep and hypnotizing and low, often accompanied by sweaty skin and tender kisses. Her body stops moving, she does not walk anymore and without even wanting to, her neck crooks to one side in order to settle her big, chocolate eyes upon his frame — He’s SMILING, waving his hand and trotting closer to her, closing any kind of distance between their bodies and of course, all the oxygen is stolen from her lungs and it wouldn’t be metaphorically incorrect to say that her heart has stopped beating. She has to do this... She has to do this for the both for them, for their happiness, for their future... THEY CAN’T BE TOGETHER.
❛ W-Wonho !! I was actually searching for you. There... There is something I have to say so please, listen to me carefully... After everything that has happened, from the first day you picked me up at the front door of my apartment until the last time you’ve kissed me, many things have changed... You make me happy... I love staying in your arms and talking with you... But I know that this is not a dream or a fairytale and the Zowie Divina made me understand this. There is something I have to tell you, something I have to say for the both of us... Please, forgive me for this, but I... ❜ Don’t love you, was her originally plan. But as soon as she looks directly into his eyes, those three words die on the tip of her tongue. He’s confused, visibly so, and he’s looking at her with a conglomeration of divergent feelings upon the marble of his face — There’s affection and hope, but also concern and fear for what she might be trying to explain. Porcelain skin rises in lines of painful goosebumps and a brief pause is offered forth instead; supple palms are pressed against her own arms as she folds them underneath her chest, thick firmaments fluttering closed as she takes a deep breath in, filling her shrunken lungs and repeating within her head the harsh and aggressive words that her manager has told her only mere minutes prior. BREAK UP WITH HIM, he said.
She has to do this, there is no other way.
Eyes open and as soon as her gaze is settled upon him, she continues her previously interrupted sentence. ❛ But, I love you... ❜ A barely audible whisper and with no more hesitation coursing through her body, she leans into his arms, not bothering to wait for his reaction before her weight is shifted onto her toes, earning enough leverage to press her soft lips against his own in a deep and passionate kiss. She loves her career and she has fought a lot to become the World Champion — But she loves him as well. There must be a solution to take care of both things at the same time, even if it means that she will have to train much harder than she has done for all this time. It does not matter what kind of sacrifices she will have to do, she’s not giving up on him, she’s not leaving him, she’s not breaking up with him.
Never before has someone talked to her like that, never before has someone made her smile and laugh like that, never before has someone made her cry like that, never before has someone made her quiver under his touch, never before has someone made her whisper his name, never before has someone made her fall so hard and deep... Never before has someone made her LOVE so much, never before has someone made her feel so much LOVED. He might be a curse and she might be a curse as well, but... But she wants to spend her whole life with the label of ‘CURSED’ if it means that she can stay with him.
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