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 ; š 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, bĒo bĆØi. I wasn't going to miss the chance to celebrate today with you, now, was I?"
š¦šØšØš§š„š¢š š”šĀ šš„šš§š¤ššššĀ šŖš¢ššØš²š¢š§š Ā šÆš¢š„š„šš šĀ inĀ aĀ pleasantĀ glow,Ā &Ā coolĀ airĀ respiteĀ forĀ wearyĀ bones.Ā thereĀ wereĀ alreadyĀ fishermenĀ &Ā transportersĀ conducting theirĀ business:Ā almostĀ everyoneĀ elseĀ wasĀ asleepĀ inĀ theirĀ landĀ ofĀ dreams.Ā gÄoĀ yÄ«ngĀ possessedĀ noĀ inclinationĀ forĀ slumberĀ Ā āāĀ Ā itĀ meantĀ aĀ copiousĀ amountĀ ofĀ freeĀ time,Ā &Ā inĀ theĀ umbralĀ hoursĀ heĀ spentĀ themĀ performingĀ variousĀ dutiesĀ aroundĀ theĀ house.Ā sometimesĀ heĀ unloadedĀ cargo,Ā harvestedĀ teaĀ leavesĀ fromĀ theĀ fields,Ā orĀ relaxedĀ byĀ theĀ waterĀ inĀ hisĀ backyard.Ā despiteĀ unfortunateĀ circumstances,Ā theĀ ministryĀ agentĀ enjoyedĀ lifeĀ Ā āāĀ Ā triedĀ to,Ā atĀ least,Ā &Ā fromĀ thereĀ learnedĀ manyĀ things.Ā toĀ getĀ angry,Ā toĀ feelĀ sorrow,Ā toĀ beĀ . . .Ā lovedĀ &Ā doĀ itĀ inĀ return.
itĀ wasĀ aĀ holidayĀ moreĀ popularĀ inĀ mondstadtĀ &Ā fontaine:Ā oneĀ dayĀ outĀ ofĀ theĀ yearĀ dedicatedĀ toĀ yourĀ beloved.Ā yetĀ heĀ wouldĀ giveĀ everyĀ hourĀ toĀ aĀ certainĀ doctorĀ Ā āāĀ Ā everyĀ breathĀ unsung.Ā however,Ā itĀ wasĀ tooĀ darkĀ outside.Ā surelyĀ baizhuĀ wouldĀ beĀ asleepĀ &Ā notĀ appreciateĀ anĀ interruptionĀ likeĀ this?Ā heĀ alsoĀ mustĀ haveĀ moreĀ importantĀ thingsĀ toĀ doĀ . . .Ā savingĀ livesĀ tookĀ precedence.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā (Ā Ā butĀ he,Ā too,Ā wereĀ oneĀ ofĀ thoseĀ lives.Ā Ā )
aĀ knockĀ atĀ theĀ doorĀ madeĀ gÄoĀ yÄ«ngĀ curious.Ā whoĀ wouldĀ askĀ forĀ hisĀ assistanceĀ atĀ thisĀ hour?Ā theĀ villagersĀ mostlyĀ keptĀ toĀ themselves before the day &Ā thereĀ wereĀ noĀ pressingĀ mattersĀ fromĀ theĀ ministry.Ā decidingĀ toĀ checkĀ itĀ out,Ā theĀ agentĀ closedĀ theĀ bookĀ heĀ wasĀ readingĀ &Ā walkedĀ overĀ toĀ theĀ door,Ā openedĀ itĀ &Ā . . .
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ahĀ . . .
ā Ā baizhuĀ . . .Ā ? Ā āĀ Ā Ā howĀ &Ā whyĀ wasĀ heĀ awakeĀ atĀ thisĀ hour?Ā staringĀ withĀ mouthĀ slightlyĀ agape,Ā gÄoĀ yÄ«ngĀ nearlyĀ failedĀ toĀ registerĀ theĀ doctorāsĀ aesthetic:Ā aĀ beautifully - wovenĀ jadeĀ greenĀ robeĀ withĀ hairĀ cascadingĀ likeĀ aĀ veil.Ā heĀ staredĀ Ā āāĀ Ā mesmerized,Ā vaguelyĀ acknowledgingĀ theĀ giftsĀ thatĀ heĀ acceptedĀ &Ā nowĀ heldĀ inĀ hisĀ handsĀ viaĀ basket.Ā Ā Ā ā Ā iĀ āĀ ofĀ course, Ā āĀ Ā heĀ managesĀ toĀ utter.Ā ifĀ theĀ puppetĀ couldĀ blush,Ā hisĀ cheeksĀ wereĀ positivelyĀ red.Ā butĀ forĀ nowĀ heĀ settledĀ onĀ gentlyĀ takingĀ baizhuāsĀ wrist,Ā pressingĀ aĀ petal - softĀ kissĀ there,Ā beforeĀ tuggingĀ himĀ furtherĀ intoĀ hisĀ abode where they will bask in each other's warmth.
this brot3 is my everything