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Ga Sungil. 31. Postal worker, food delivery rider, musician. OC. LIT. ROLEPLAY ONLY.

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Hey, you! Don’t be scared off by the URL. automaticfurytaco is a single-muse RP blog, dedicated to a beautiful OC of mine, Ga Sungil. Literate, SFW, writing may include mature themes. Mun 30+. Active on Twitter @ gasuuung

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ever felt like the ham in the sandwich of life, your emotions, and others' expectations? give this "Sandwich" a listen. featuring my dearest Ju. she makes really, really good sandwiches 🥪 🎶 Sandwich on Spotify 📺 Sandwich MV

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gasuuung: a little something on the way 🥪🐸🐸

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gasuuung: really needing a proper granny bike to feel the burn of having no gears

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I had a dream I was one of those merman actors who perform in aquariums and whatnot. Would you watch me swim around in a huge tank of water? Not that I'm considering a career switch but I don't like being teased by my everlasting merman ambitions in my sleep

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HOSPITAL VISIT 2025.11.21 (for Hyejung) @spoiledsins

“Damn, you look rough.” 

A nice, little welcome. It’s Sungil at the foot of her bed, merely stopping and taking in the state of her body. It’s not far from what he just mused out, really. She looks like she’s sleeping. Deep, deep asleep and gone somewhere beyond the realm of this moment. She’s resting, isn’t she? Machines beep in the background, showing readings of her vitals and whatnot---it’s mostly nonsense to him. He can tell her heart is beating. 

The man moves closer, to the side of her bed, and squats down to be closer to her level. “It’s the blue guy here. I was told you may hear what’s happening around you, so.. I hope I didn’t startle you. But.. hey. I’m going to spend a moment here and letting you know you’re in my thoughts. Don’t ask me how heard about all this, tho.” 

She has always seemed so eager to learn and better herself. Perhaps even more so now, her curiosity taking steps ahead and introducing her to new discoveries. There is an odd sense of.. something. A misunderstood soul. She reminds him of a bird learning to fly and spread her wings. But now, she’s sleeping.

He glances at the room around them. Quiet it is, besides the constant reminders of her being tied to cables and machines. It’s not that he despises being here, altho.. for some part, he does. He’s not here for himself now. He’s here for her. 

“You don’t actually look so bad, by the way. I don’t know if this is the way want your fringe styled, tho,” he says, his tone remaining low. “It’s been colder out there, too. I’ve had to resort to much warmer clothing while riding the motorcycle in the morning. I don’t mind. I’ll have a gig again soon, too. I think you’d also want to join. More to come. Can’t wait to see you there again once you’re on your feet. Blue will be one the setlist for that.”

He glances out of the window now. The sky is slowly darkening, signaling the day coming to an end---the time when the sun sleeps.  

“The sun is going down. It’s joining your rest.” Sungil’s attention returns to the woman and against the odds, he allows a slight smile to form on his lips. “I think you do hear me. Really hoping so. But just so you know, this doesn’t feel like a monologue.”

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// Screaming into the void 🗣️ My spirit is visiting and still hoping to make a lowkey return to writing a few words

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// Uploading stuff super late here, but! Here we go, and hopefully catching up in a bit

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gasuuung: Wild, wild things are happening. I'm one of those things. Quite comfortable with that

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gasuuung: About last night. Thank you 🥂

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@littlebutternattie !

Having Natsuki sit behind him on the couch massaging his shoulders while he sits on the floor and contemplates life choices wasn't planned, but that is where he finds himself. Tea waiting on the table, comfortable chatter filling the space around them. It's only then when he realises her fingers have moved, doing something almost equally relaxing around the painful areas of his head.

"Hold on, are you braiding my hair right now?"

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natsuki takes another moment to breathe, testing the presence of the thorns that earlier squeezed her chest so hard she began to bleed profusely. they are still there, of course, the edges pricking at certain areas as if one wrong move will eventually lead to her eternal demise. surprisingly, they are not as horrendously suffocating as they were earlier.

sungil has done it again, his familiar presence enclosing her fragility with a shield to protect her from shattering further. sometimes she wonders whether she deserves his kindness, whether she deserves to have someone like him who cares and loves unconditionally; absorbing every pain she encounters without being asked to and without asking for anything in return.

despite that, she always finds herself seeking him out.

what a greedy and pathetic woman she is.

guilt cripples in like a wake-up call and a sob threatens to come out but she swallows it down.

sungil is here to help her face this battle. he is with her to fight not for her to use him to fight. he believes in her and he wants her to believe in herself, too – the least thing she could do for him is to try.

“he was surprised. he did not expect me to react that way … ” she responds, and with the courage he has transmitted to her, natsuki slowly pulls away from his gentle embrace.

“i was quick to apologize since it scared him. i scared him. he said it was okay, that he understands and we’re … okay. but it was obviously a lie.” from an outsider’s point of view, one would think she has finally lost it when, regardless of her tear-stricken face, she manages to chuckle: hollow and bitter in its glory. “then he threw the card right back at me.”

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He stands in front of her and calmly studies the face that remained buried against his shirt for a good moment. It's the face of someone whose pain changes the hue of her laughter, the face of someone whose tears tells more than words could reach.

Sungil lifts his hand in silence, wiping the corners of her eyes, fingers brushing her hair behind the ear.

"Was he jealous, too?"

The picture she paints for him has detail beyond what most would ever hear and witness. Raw and bare, fully exposed to the judgement of another; but his remains gentle, accepting of what comes next and what is left behind.

"Whatever happened between you two needs two open minds," he says in a voice from deep within his chest. "No matter what went down, you're not a bad person. Overwhelmed, perhaps a bit spooked by yourself. That won't be enough to scare away someone who cares for you. He may have troubles of his own, but someone like that will do everything in their power to make things work again."

Regardless whether she remembers anything he's saying now later on, he talks to ground her again, to bring her back to the moment they live in. What happened, happened. He could only guide her forward, one step at a time.

In fact, they don't have to move just yet. It's alright to stop now, to pause. There's no rush.

"I know everything feels like a big mess and nothing makes sense. Feel it, but don't hold onto it. Let it all out. You're going to be alright. You, as yourself. And you, as you two."

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send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. 

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gasuuung: I don't know about you, but I see red. Do you stop? Are you intrigued? At the gates of Hell? A little bit of blue, and I see right through you Enough of that. Love ya

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06:23 PM

“For someone who is so concerned about my marital status, you surely sabotage it well,” Sungil muses aloud as he watches the chaos Soyee left behind in his bathroom. It’s not messy, she has simply left her belongings all over the place. Shampoo and conditioner bottles, jasmine and coconut scented body wash, a pink sponge, loose hairs on the shower tiles.

The culprit, already dressed, dries off her hair and merely stares at her brother standing at the doorway. “Huh? What are you saying?” 

“You’re sabotaging my relationships,” he repeats nodding towards the shower and its questionable state, his tone indicating humour despite the gist of seriousness. “If I bring a girl here and she sees long hair on the wall and peachy raspberry shampoos, what do you think she’s gonna think? You think she’s gonna believe when I say ‘My sister acts like she lives here’? No, she’s gonna think ‘Oh, you goddamn cheater'. That's not my hair on the wall."

Soyee turns to look at the root cause of the accusations she has been presented and for a moment she can’t even argue back.

“Why wouldn’t she believe you? I can back you up,” she retorts as a desperate attempt to win. Her smile grows wider with laughter spilling through her lips despite her effort to remain true to her serious statement. 

Sungil keeps his composure and motions towards each source of complaint individually. “Instead of cleaning after yourself? No. This doesn’t make me look good. You, you’re the problem. You and your shampoos, and especially that hair you leave behind. A turn off, immediately."

“Yah! It’s the life with long hair. I can’t help it,” she says leaving her towel hanging on the door, strutting away with his disapproving gaze glued to her back. “Besides, I simply forget. Sorry.” 

The man scoffs upon yet again accepting the fact this is his life and he’s living it in a constant whirlwind of being the beloved brother of another charismatic soul. Something tells him he is about to clean off her hair from his bathroom wall a few more times.

“It’s hard to be related to you, Soyee.”

“Love you too, Sungie.” 

Finger hearts, from both of them.

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gasuuung: Choose your fighter. Which one do you rely on during a tough side quest? I like whatever the first row has going on

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loved, you are

@littlebutternattie; continued how naturally sungil could dive in and capture her deepest emotions and thoughts was something that she found to be a wonderful mystery; the way he breaks her shell open without any hesitation, freeing her from the shackles that weighed her down even at the cost of conjuring more pain to throb in her veins. he is the only confident and capable person to do such act; the only one natsuki trusts her whole life with knowing that after each surge of ache that dared to eat her alive, sungil always finds and gathers her broken pieces, restoring them back to how they – she used to be. the silence that was once thick and burdening feels less tense now that the cat is out of the bag. and as expected, sungil easily pinpoints her inner turmoil even with her simply uttering: 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚. the man astoundingly turns such despicable emotion into something that could possibly make a human beautiful in its own way. with her lungs not crushed into pulp anymore, the grip she has on his shirt loosens up at the same time yet she makes no move to pull back from his hold. she likes it here. she likes his warmth that made her feel safe and loved. “s-she did. she – i wanted 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 and i thought he was 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. i stupidly assumed that 𝒉𝒆 wanted me back, too.” she mumbles against the soft fabric of his shirt. “and it got the best of me, gil. i ... had this ugly urge to … to rip a 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓’s hands when they said they wanted to touch him.” a wince and a bite on her lower lip. “but believe me, i didn’t give in. i stopped myself from doing so. instead … i lashed out on him.”

Being so shaken up implies things didn’t quite go as planned and left her with no escape, no outlet for the jumbled mind to set free of its turmoil. He opens the gates with firm yet so gentle hands, steps into the maze and finds his way into where it hurts. His presence absorbs the overbearing weight off of her, he sees deep within, seemingly with such ease it’s startling to some. She finds comfort instead, the part that was missing before he stepped into the room. 

“You left that situation feeling like you and your emotions were too much. You’ve felt such a wide range of emotions in such a short amount of time, within that same moment."

Conflict rooted in jealousy. Strong emotion, harsh words, insecurity. She has been left within the whirlwind of feeling so much at once.

"How did he respond to you?"

He lets her simply be and connect back to the secure feeling of being understood and cared for. He wouldn’t let her leave his sight, not for the night ahead. She calms down, little by little, but the man keeps her in his embrace. Comfortable, important.

Sungil lifts his head a little, merely to glance down at her before his cheek rests against her hair again.

"Your emotions don't make you any less valuable, Natsu. Your reaction comes from deep inside you, from parts of you that may have been hurt before. Treat yourself gently. The ragged, torn you needs that. You'll have me, too."