Been rewatching fantasy high lately

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Been rewatching fantasy high lately
The guys in the robotics society kinda freak me out...
i am presenting you 5aiv ; edgy name i know but the members are edgy too . they were so good back then before nospin came to the picture . something tragic happened and caused them to disband . one of the member killed the other , and the leader , eunsa tried to settle the dust and hid the actually member who did it so all of them denied it . since the real killer never came out , the fans and a whole country started hating them . death threats and hate comments , sometimes even actually physically managing to hurt them despite the security and everything .
the real killer , who was the dead boy's lover , got mad and disappeared . one of the members just announced he's ended his singing career and also disappeared , the other was too depressed and mentally unstable to continue and had to spend months in a mental hospital ; eunsa was left alone .
he faked some documents and bribed the police to show that he was completely innocent . which is why he was able to continue his solo career as legna / angel .
go under the cut to see the members ; 😘 warning for depression , murder , violent behavior.
Till deep in my bones I'm sure he's one and the same as the me who is playing game
@daybreakrising: It is before dawn when he finally stands before a now familiar door. He has made the journey at this hour deliberately, to slip through the quiet village unnoticed - and because he knows his beloved will be awake regardless. Gone is his usual attire - white coat included - in exchange for more casual, comfortable robes, the fabric light and silken and in a vibrant jade green. In the crook of one arm he carries a basket, which contains everything he has prepared for this occasion: a covered pot of soup ready for reheating, a recipe he knows Gao Ying enjoys most; an artful arrangement of silk flowers and glaze lilies (another reason for the nighttime arrival); a gift in the form of a hair pin, its design that of a snake entwined with a dragon, both with jewelled embellishments (amber for the snake, jade for the dragon); and a specially-crafted potion that he hopes will help to ease some of the mental fatigue that plagues his beloved, and offer him some relief when he cannot be there to soothe him into rest. As he lifts his hand to knock upon the door, Changsheng slithers from beneath his collar and creeps up into his hair. A moment later, Baizhu feels a tug: and his hair spills free down his back as his reptilian companion slithers away, the pin that had restrained his locks clasped firmly in her jaws. She disappears into the grass beside the house before he can utter a word: to give them privacy, he suspects. He adjusts his hair, sweeps it over one shoulder, and finally, he knocks. He doesn't have to wait long before the door is opened, and he offers his warmest, softest smile to the man he so utterly adores. The risk of travelling at night is worth the surprise on Gao Ying's face. "Don't look so surprised, bǎo bèi. I wasn't going to miss the chance to celebrate today with you, now, was I?"
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 in a pleasant glow, & cool air respite for weary bones. there were already fishermen & transporters conducting their business: almost everyone else was asleep in their land of dreams. gāo yīng possessed no inclination for slumber —— it meant a copious amount of free time, & in the umbral hours he spent them performing various duties around the house. sometimes he unloaded cargo, harvested tea leaves from the fields, or relaxed by the water in his backyard. despite unfortunate circumstances, the ministry agent enjoyed life —— tried to, at least, & from there learned many things. to get angry, to feel sorrow, to be . . . loved & do it in return.
it was a holiday more popular in mondstadt & fontaine: one day out of the year dedicated to your beloved. yet he would give every hour to a certain doctor —— every breath unsung. however, it was too dark outside. surely baizhu would be asleep & not appreciate an interruption like this? he also must have more important things to do . . . saving lives took precedence.
( but he, too, were one of those lives. )
a knock at the door made gāo yīng curious. who would ask for his assistance at this hour? the villagers mostly kept to themselves before the day & there were no pressing matters from the ministry. deciding to check it out, the agent closed the book he was reading & walked over to the door, opened it & . . .
ah . . .
❝ baizhu . . . ? ❞ how & why was he awake at this hour? staring with mouth slightly agape, gāo yīng nearly failed to register the doctor’s aesthetic: a beautifully - woven jade green robe with hair cascading like a veil. he stared —— mesmerized, vaguely acknowledging the gifts that he accepted & now held in his hands via basket. ❝ i — of course, ❞ he manages to utter. if the puppet could blush, his cheeks were positively red. but for now he settled on gently taking baizhu’s wrist, pressing a petal - soft kiss there, before tugging him further into his abode where they will bask in each other's warmth.
this brot3 is my everything