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inhibites‌  !

it     is     a     double     -     edged     sword     that     she     wields          .          keenly     aware     of     something     not     quite     as     guileless     in     a     gaze          /          will     not     submit     to     being     her     butterfly          ,          peeled     apart     and     entrails     plucked          !          brains     will     not     unspool     in     cursory     descant          ,          not     right     now          !               ❛               who     knows          ?          probably     some     weird     test     they     did     once     we          ,          y’know          .  .  .               ❜               mimes     a     crude          ,          childlike     gesture          :          slip     of     a     tongue     lays     limp     in     the     corner     of     mouth          ,          arms     cross     over          (          tender          )     chest     and     choking     gasp     rattles     the     throat          !               ❛               s’all     weird          .               ❜

                     he  reeks  of  immaturity   :  annoyance  crawling  up  throat  in  biting  words  and  venomous  tones  ,  but  she’s  been  playing  games  too  long  to  let  it  ,  let  him  get  to  her  .  doesn’t  he  know  ?  she  feels  like  it  radiates  from  her  :  t̷̳͛̈́͊̈́̉̋̉͐͋͊̎̄̕̚͠h̶̛̦̮̤̱͚̻̞͇͈̞̹̣̄̆̍̈́͝a̶̢̡̢̦͍̙̜̝͓͉̿̓̍͋̚ͅͅt̵̡̲̤͍̲̭͇̪͈̠̤̼͕̥̅͒̒ͅ ̵̢͚̱͍̜̣͔̱̝͈̥͕̮̘̍̀̆̑͌̐̊̉͘͠ ̶̛̣̳̺̣́͆͌̐͂͑͗͝ͅs̸̜̟̙͔̭͙̙̭̹̦̤̮̥̀͌̕͠h̷̢̛̯̫͔̥͓̲̩͕̰̘͚͕̽̀̓͐̅̓́̀͌ë̵̥͈͙́̈́͆͘ ̷̹̘̬̦̻̘̞̬̮̽͌̐̉͜ͅ ̷̨̢̜̙͙̜̈́̽s̷̹̜͍̪̰̒͒̅̀̇̾͊̀̑̏͒̕ḩ̷̛͓̳̘͕͛͛̔͂̿̏̇̄ő̸͕̙̭͇̫̰̒͒̓͗̀̕͘͝ų̷̨̠͈͓̓͌̀̉̏̍̈́l̸̪̪͉͕̭̥̎ͅḑ̶̣͙͎͍̻͇̲̥̪͐͌̌̆͒̆̓͝͝ͅn̶͙͙̆̚'̴͍̪̦̒ͅṱ̸̡̈́̓̇͆͂̐̇̒̋̽̿͠ ̵̰̖̯͉̹͔͐͌͝ͅ ̵͈̺̙̖͛̈́̐̀͌́̊͆̚͝͝b̴̹͇̟̼͈͎̒̂́̓̓̓̀̐̀̍̒̅͝ẽ̵̡̺̥̯͓̙̱̮̹̭̺̼̔̒͆̕ ̸̢̜̝͙̯̜̳͖̤̘̈́̌͌̑͌̀͘ͅ ̴̢̛̲̜̮̖̤̗̦͓͚̮͎̱̘̣̾͂̾̉̄͋̑͝h̶̢͎̫̭̜̪̝̩͐̇̈́̅̄͐͗͐͋̇ͅe̴̥̠͖̲͈̜̝̭̍̏̂̿͋͂̌͂̀̉͐̚͠͠ͅr̴̨̢̹̰̣̥̓̄ḛ̶̛̜̠̻͍́ ̴͔̘͎̘̿̐͋̅́͛͊̚̕͠ ̶̨̲̗̬̲͖̲̟̰̜̪̰̽͌̈̃͐̔ͅ.̸̛̹̋̋͗̌͗̓̎̋͐͋̊͊͝    .  he’s  too  innocent  ,  too  soft  ,  too  pliable  at  the  edges  so  he  never  breaks  ,  just  bends  ,  ever  so  slightly  ,  stress  against  his  body  and  MIND  ,  and  he’s  —  he’s  everything  she  would’ve  sought  out  to  destroy  in  her  club  mates  in  the  past  .  it’s  no  wonder  that  he’s  HERE  .  he’s  ...  soft  .  perfect  for  this  place  .

                  i̷̡̞̞̱̘̹̪̺̜͖͙̞͇͈̓́͌̊̉̃͑̑̒͠͝ͅt̷̨̧̯̳̩̼̦̪̱̙̻̽́̔̆̽͑̍̓͆'̵͈͍͈͔͔̜̘͔̺̻̝̲̞̭͗̊̈́̏̈́̊͂̿̽̓̔̉̈͘ͅs̶̝̮̈́̔̑͆̕ ̷̧̮͈̮̪̮̹̲̮̯̩̀͋͒̆̂̀̚͝ ̵̯̭̎̍̌̎͐͒̊̈́͝d̴̫̯̳̮̙̭͒̌i̵̦͎̦̹̞̊̇̈́͐̕s̵̗̥̯̝͙̘͉̗̠͇̹͋̈́̏͐̂̐̀̿̇̆͠͝g̷̫̥͈̼̤̞͍͕̪̻̳͖̺̅̓͒̓ͅu̴̧͖̫̞̯͓̅͐̔͒̔͆s̸̤̱͌͛͆́̉̄̀̈́̔̕͝ţ̵̧͕̖͈̙̖̺͈͈̗̩̊͛́͂͛̒̑̀͘ï̴̢̛̳͕̗̞͚͔̦̟̺̈́̒̅̇ņ̵̛̼͙̖̹̼̝̯̹̼̝̜̒̉͌ġ̸̡̹̠͇͈̜̇̒́̿ ̷̣̲̤̭́̌̀͜ ̵̖̙̦̪̣̭̮̟̜̤͈͚̊͒͂̓̓͌͜.̸̩͈̟̼̻̦͖̃͆̎̈́̍̒͒͌̈͝ͅ  .

                  “  a  test  ,  huh  ?   i  wonder  ...  how  you  and  i  got  paired  then  .  what  traits  made  us  so  ...  appealing  to  the  other  in  the  eyes  of  the  creator  ...  “   it’s  a  quiet  pondering  ,  green  to  look  towards  the  sky  ,  “  but  i  suppose  it  all  works  out  in  the  end  ,  if  this  is  where  we  ended  up  .  do  you  remember  your  past  life  or  ...  ?  if  it’s  too  uncomfortable  ,  i  won’t  pry  anymore  .  “  and  here  she  is  ,  yet  again  ,  goading  MORE  people  into  giving  her  information  she  doesn’t  deserve  to  have  dirtied  hands  on  ,  selling  it  with  gentle  smile  .  “  i  get  that  it  might  be  painful  .  “

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chrrycolas‌ !

         exhilarating  -  witch  will  NOD  as  if  she  understands  the  words  of  the  brunette  .   and  it’s  not  that  they  don’t  speak  the  same  language  ,   it’s  that  sabrina  doesn’t  have  the  same  concerns  as  the  other  at  this  very  moment  .     ‘   that’s  …  one  word  for  it !   oh  my  ,   especially  if  they’ve  never  been  in  a  relationship  before  .   it  must  be  just  …  perfection !  ’    and  while  she’s  never  had  that  relationship  that  was  labeled  perfection  with  harvey  ,    sabrina  can’t  see  herself  without  him  .    ‘  they  must  have  been  watching  us  at  all  times  ,   huh ?   how  about  you  ,   who’s  your  soulmate ?   did  he  save  you  from  the  moment  you  two  locked  eyes ?  ’  

             SHE  CAN’T  HELP  but  think  of  the  other  as  naive  ,  smiling  at  the  other  with  that  of  borderline  condescending smile  towards  the  other  .  never  having  been  in  a  relationship  herself  ,  she’s  more  ...   excited  to  have  actualness  to  her  ,  some  kind  of  physicality  .  “  it  really  is  !  “  but  if  anything  ,  monika  is  a  great  actress  ,  even  now  .  “  he  didn’t  save  me  .  ”  she  has  the  player  to  thank  for  that  ,  “  but  he’s  a  kind  soul  .  i  can  TELL  ,  “  lies  through  her  teeth  ,  having  barely  spoken  to  her  soulmate  ,  “  his  name  is  eddie  .  and  you  ?  who’s  yours  ?  is  he  everything  you’ve  dreamed  of  ?  “

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svnworn‌  !

       𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒌 the laugh off of the others face or go along with it . “ and ruin a perfectly good froyo ? “ lips tighten into a FALSE SMILE . she already done at least one hundred things that were the exact opposite of what she was supposed to be like . it was too late to turn around and change things . “ well - if you’re finished i’d like to eat my frozen yogurt in peace . “ 

                “  a  good  froyo  is  worth  ruining  for  the  perfect  prank  .  besides  ,  it’s  not  like  there’s  not  a  SHITTON  of  them  around  here  !  “  saeyoung  argues  ,  picking  up  his  own  froyo  ,  a  pout  to  settle  on  his  features  .  “  are  you  kicking  me  out  already  and  denying  me  the  pleasure  of  your  company  ??  how  cruel  ...  “

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webmade‌ !

               at     first     he     doesn’t     know     how     to     react,    he’s    been    the    victim    of    many    pranks    in    his    lifetime,    sure,    but    he    genuinely    didn’t    expect    this    one.      slowly    falling    into    a    quiet    fit    of    laughter,    his    head    shakes    in    embarrassment.       ❛❛       alright,    alright,    you    got    me…      that    was    pretty    good   !      ❜❜        eyes    shyly    trail    down    to    his    own    paper    cup,    using    the    plastic    spoon    to    pick    at    the    frozen    treat.       ❛❛      hey    um…      is    that    super    secret    plan    of    yours    still    in    the    works   ?      ‘cause    if    it    is,    i    think    i    deserve    a    ten    second    head    start    to    run.      ❜❜

                         “  ah  ,  someone  who  can  finally  appreciate  my  art  !!  “  and  there’s  a  genuine  laugh  to  tumble  from  his  lips  ,  and  he  catches  himself  ,  placating  himself  with  gentle  smile  .  raises  an  eyebrow  with  a grin  ,  “  you  think  i’d  let  you  get  away  that  easily  ?  i  have  YEARS  of  fbi  training  on  you  .  when  i  finally  GET  YOU  ,  you’ll  never  see  it  coming  !!!  you  can  run   ,  but  you  can’t  hide  !  “

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aewakens‌  !

        cool.  was he really supposed to accept this guy as his SOULMATE  ?  a grim smile plastered on his lips,  landon shoves the carton of frozen yogurt across the table.  “  oh no  –  “  he doesn’t think he could sound more sarcastic if he tried,  “  –  looks like you’ll just have to try better next time.  “  the inhabitants of this world almost made him miss the interesting characters at the boarding school.

                 KILLJOY .   it  takes  time  and  energy  to  be  crafted  into  this  ,  this  abomination  he  has  to  call  LUCIEL  ,  and  for  him  to  suck  it  all  out  because  he’s  decided  to  be  moody  and  gloomy  —  it’s  hard  to  tell  if  he’s  offended  ,  annoyed  ,  irritated  ,  or  angry  .  “  what  a  forking  killjoy  ,  “  he  says  flatly  ,  pushing  away  his  own  frozen  yogurt  cup  away  from  him  ,  “  why  would  i  bother  next  time  when  you’re  clearly  dedicated  to  your  gloom  and  doom  look  ?  psht  .  “   he  scoffs  .  “  go  listen  to  tyler  the  creator  and  be  sad  alone  .  don’t  kill  my  vibes.  “

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liquidsmccth‌ !

 hillarious.     annabeth   bitterly   thinks,     &   in   any   other   situation   perhaps   she’d   also   be   able   to   find   the   humor   in   this   situation   –         if   percy   had   said   the   same   thing,   perhaps   there’d   be   a   chorus   of   laughter   along   with   the   burning   red   flush   across   high   cheeks.            standing   her   ground,        fierce   grey   eyes   tried   to   look   as   strong   as   ever,    an   irony   glare   betrayed   by   rosy   complexion        ‘        excuse me,     but   i   think   i   should   be   classed   as   anything   but cute.       try   again,    this   time   maybe   with   a   larger   dictionary   …   ? ‘

             “  awwe  ,  did  my  compliment  not  steal  your  heart  ??  “  it  hurts  .  she  reminds  him  of  MC  :  headstrong  and  too  willful  for  him  to  ever  understand  —  so  he  thinks  ,  that  if  there’s  anyone  who  deserves  to  be  in  this  plastic  place  ,  it’s  probably  her  .  it’s  only  a  MOMENT  does  he  think  about  this  ,  though  ,  shit  eating  grin  to  appear  on  his  face  .  it  was  easier  to  do  this  over  text  than  it  is  in  real  life    so  he  chalks  everyone  up  to  someone  like  vanderwood  and  calls  it  a  day  .  “  are  you  perhaps  ...  the  afamed  ...  goddess  606  ?    ”  teasing  lilt  in  his  voice  ,  eyeing  her  for  some  kind  of  reaction  .

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chrrycolas‌  !

        there’s  a  pause  ,   for  she’s  truly  going  to  HATE  how  she’s  supposed  to  act  now  .   sabrina  spellman  is  a  pro  ,   though :   all  she  ever  did  for  the  first  sixteen  years  of  her  life  was  pretend  to  be  something  she  was  not  .    ‘  oh  gosh !   you’re  very  sweet  .  ’    she  can’t  force  a  blush  on  her  cheeks  ,   but  she’s  lived  in  small  towns  enough  to  know  how  to  act  like  a  damsel  in  distress   (  also  ,   tv  helped  very  much  )  .    ‘  you  wouldn’t  dare !   ah !  let  me  treat  you  to  some  classic  desserts  besides  froyo  to  distract  you  from  smushing  my  face  into  froyo ?  ’    she  hates  this  .  

                   IT’S  LAUGHTER  that  tumbles  from  saeyoung’s  lips  ,  and  it’s  an  odd  feeling  he  gets  —  this  odd  ,  plastic  feeling  .  from  the  places  ,  the  houses  ,  the  grass  ...  the  residents  .  he’s  no  stranger  to  faking  his  LIFE  ,  found  himself  doing  it  until  he  no  longer  could  ,  even  when  it  meant  life  or  death  .  “  what  kind  of  GOD  ,  seven  -  oh  -  seven  would  i  be  if  i  didn’t  compliment  my  dear  constituents  ??  “  throws  a  faux  hand  over  his  forehead  ,  only  to  look  at  the  other  ,  smile  curling  ‘pon  lips  .  “  well  ,  darlin’  ,  what’d  you  have  in  mind  ?  “  and  he  figures  ,  it’s  funny  to  see  the  other  squirm  in  her  own  discomfort  in  plastic  personality  .

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                    OH  ,  fallen  angel  she  is  :  sent  to  this  good  place  with  short end  of  the  stick  ,  unfamiliar  device  in  hand  ,  chest  heaving  up  and  down  ,  sporadic  as  hands  tremble  around  phone  , “  i  do  not  —  i  do  not  even  know  ...  credence’s  cellular  number  ,  “  she  says  almost  shamefully  ,  “  i  do  not  know  how  this  —  i  want  —  i  want  to  go  home  ,  i  want  to  go  home  to  credence  .  “  even  though  the  fear  there  still  lingers  ,  of  seeing  nothing  but  darkness  ,  she  still  ...  she  craves  safety  .  bottom  lip  trembles  ,  eyes  watering  ,  “  he  is  ...  he  is  here  ,  right  ?  he  is  in  the  ...  the  good  place  ,  yes  ?  “

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liquidsmccth‌ !

.。  ♡  @gplacestart​

    ‘    have   you   checked   out   the   library   here   yet? ‘        by   the   overflowing   laptop   bag   swung   loosely   over   annabeth’s   left   shoulder,   it   was   obvious   what   her   answer   would   be.         she   wasn’t   going   to   be   here   for   a   long   time,     she   only   assumed,   but   the   wealth   of   information   at   her   fingertips   was   too   much   to   pass   up.                    ‘   it’s   as   if   the   library   of   alexandria   never   burned   down   –             do   you   think   they   actually have those   scrolls   here    ?      ‘  

           “  library  of  alexandria  —  ?  ”  please  don’t  take  it  too  personally  :  child  having  never  had  much  of  a  formal  education  outside  of  mary  lou  ,   education  ranging  from  that  of  hatred  of  witches  to  hatred  of  wizards  ,  “  is  it  just  a  nice  library  or  something  of  the  sort  ...  ?  i  can  not  say  i  have  heard  of  it  before  ,  “  modesty  admits  ,  but  consider  her  curiosity  piqued  .  “  what  kind  of  scrolls  do  they  have  ?  “

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chrrycolas !

@gplacestart​:        ‘  i  just  -  ’    and  she  knows  she’s  not  supposed  to  be  able  to  get  a  HEADACHE  in  the  good  place  ,   but  clearly  isn’t  just  another  sign  of  her  not  belonging  here  ,    and  the  strawberry  blonde  rubs  at  her  temples  for  a  moment  .    ‘  i’m  grateful  to  be  here  ,   don’t  get  me  wrong  .  ’    her  soulmate  isn’t  him  ,   though  ,   and  that’s  just  one  of  the  many  things  bothering  hope  mikaelson  .    ‘  it  doesn’t  make  sense !   a  dream  with  the  dark-kermit-meme  version  of  myself  against  my  true  self  ,   or  whatever  ,   shouldn’t  have  killed  me  .  ’  

                     “  dark  —  dark  kermit  ?  “  hear  confusion  lingering  in  her  voice  ,  head  canting  to  the  side  at  the  OTHER’S  words  ,  trying  to  interpret  peculiar  words  from  peculiar  girl  ,  “  is  he  ...  a  bad  person  ?  “  words  are  oddly  hollow  and  lack  some  sort  of  presence  ,  “  did  this  man  kill  you  ?  how  unfortunate...  “

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           THERE’S  small  smile  gracing  her  features  :  golden  tone  floating  on  her  words  ,  looks  towards  the  other  with  nothing  but  kindness  —  mind  not  the  undercurrent  of  jade  eyes  flickering  ‘pon  countenance  ,  as  if  scalpel  opening  them  ,  trying  to  see  how  they  tick  .  “  i  dunno  .  the  idea  of  a  soulmate  is  just  ...  really  ...  exhilarating  , you  know  ?  it’s  the  great  romance  people  always  seem  to  want  in  their  lives  —  and  now  ...  we  get  to  have  it  forever  !   it’s  like  something  i  would  write  about  as  a  kid  !  “  a  pause  .  “  wonder  how  they  ...  figure  out  who  belongs  to  who  ...  “

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           “  oh  my  god  —   ”   laughter  tumbles  from  the  agent’s  lips  ,  him  to  hide  in  his  hands  ,  if  only  to  play  WELL  into  this  role  of  the  goof  he’s  labeled  himself  with  ,  pulling  frozen  yogurt  closer  to  him  ,  laptop  a  little  CLOSER  .  “  your  expression  was  just  —  wowie  !  so  cute  !  “  he  feels  bad  for  being  so  shallow  —  so  plastic  ,  but  he  thinks  it  better  this  way  .  “  totally  made  me  forget  about  my  super  secret  plan  of  smushing  your  face  into  the  froyo  !  “  

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rcmedial‌ !

          “  have you noticed it’s impossible to swear here ?  ”  renee muses lightly,  as the colorful ends of her hair rustle from the breeze.  there are many curiosities about her new home,  though the lack of swear words is hardly the strangest one.  the latter ones,  she’s choosing to keep to herself for the time being.  “  i don’t believe any of my teammates could survive being this polite.  ”

          “  i  have  —  i  have  only  really  heard  people  swear  when  angry  ,  “  modesty  recounts  ,  as  if  looking  for  approval  from  the  other  ,  eyebrows  knitting  together  ,  looking  up  ,  “  but  —  i  mean  ,  i  do  not  think  it  is  necessary  ,  because  if  you  are  not  angry  ...  you  do  not  have  to  swear  ?   and  if  we  are  in  a  good place  ,  then  ...  anger  should  not  be  necessary  ,  “  she  sounds  almost  sheepish   while  speaking  , shrugging  her  shoulders  .  “  team  ?  like  ...  sports  ?  “

[writtenism]

—  i  can  not  be  .  mama  would  kill  me  .   —  but  you  are  . —  w  -  where  is  credence  ?  i  wanna  go  home  . —  don’t  you  remember  ?  you’re  all  alone  ,  kid  .

MODESTY   BAREBONE  of  fantastic  beasts  and  where  to  find  them  /  harry  potter  ,  dependent  on  goodplaceshq.

(  philippine stindel.  18.  she/her.  )   everything’s fine,  MODESTY BAREBONE,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in  FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM? but don’t worry, your  ( cable knit sweaters , tea , gentle laughter , rewearing things until they have no more use , pretend magic until it’s real ) will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the PHILANTHROPIC WITCH  despite your tendency to commit to  ( cowardice and lying )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun. 

virtues: happy , kind , loyal , caring , adventurous , loving vices:  mistrusting , gullible , hateful , misguided , co-dependent , fearful

currently resides in crossning 

she’s a witch — and she has been (ik shes not but i headcanon her as one eat my keyboard if you dont like it) but she’s not as strong as her brother credence : she was born from two muggle parents and they had no knowledge about the magic world — her first interaction with magic was with her adoptive mother persecuting the witches in america , and any magic , as if out of self preservation , suppressed itself : or as a way to protect modesty

she has a weird relationship with witches and magic and wizards mostly because she was raised to be in fear of them and that any good mention of them was immediately met with a hit or corporal punishment that was more over abuse .

she’s used to scavenging for food and being severely underfed just as punishment and there just... wasn’t enough to go around — or at least thats what her mama claimed

she refers to her adoptive mother as “mama” while she refers to her biological mother as “mother” as some kind of distancing — her adoptive mother having convinced her that her parents weren’t fit and unkind people and that they were the equivalent of ... not great people

she misses all of her biological siblings very much

she can use magic in the good place but it freaks her the fuck out and she often times suppresses it causing it to lash out towards herself or others

she’s really kind but incredibly gullible and trusting because she’s literally ... just looking for anyone to latch onto for safety

she watched her mom get murdered so.... that’s not good ... for her .... 

her “past life” is something she doesn’t like talking about because that means admitting she is a witch when she feels great shame about persecuting people of her kind — because she knows what she did was awful and now having to pretend like she was some activist for magic users makes her sick to her stomach for taking credit for a kind she was taught to hate

she has a lot of internalized hatred to unlearn, clearly

she ... is incredibly flighty just bc of how she was raised ? she’ll flinch if you raise your voice too loud or move too fast

most of her time she spends in cafes trying to avoid trouble or anything , or looking for any sight of her brother — despite being in fear of him , she wants to have someone she loves and trusts

pls be her friend

she will hold ur hand

and cry a lot

she bakes !! she’s so good at it omg

yea pls plot w her ok ty

[writtenism]

— i  think  there’s  still  blood  on  my  hands  .  it  seeps  into  me  everywhere  :  iron  in  my  nose  ,  tongue  ,  eyes  ,  and  it  makes  me  want  to  vomit  . —  i  don’t  even  feel  real  . —  darling  ,  you’re  not  .  cry  as  you  may  ,  you  were  never  meant  to  be  more  than  just  code  .  you’re  an  anomaly  .  

                             MONIKA  of  doki  doki  literature  club  ,  dependent  on  goodplaceshq.

(  myoui  mina.  18.  she/her.  )   everything’s fine,  MONIKA , JUST MONIKA ,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in  DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB? but don’t worry, your  ( kind words of poetry , blood stained fingers , dark rooms with code , ribbons , clear lipgloss and little mascara , can you hear me?, unreality ) will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  ANGEL  despite your tendency to commit to  ( jealousy  ,  ruthlessness  )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun. 

virtues: kind , intelligent , encouraging , creative , charismatic , jack of all trades vices: ruthless , jealous , violent , manipulative , irritable , fraudulent

she’s in the pyongchaek district

monika is 100% aware that she’s code , or that she was code , sentient code , and something went very very wrong because none of her friends seemed to be acting the same way she did

she has nothing . she remembers her life of sitting in darkness , surrounded by nothingness , in isolation and walking around and hearing the echo of her own footsteps. she had no one. there’d be the occasional line of code that she could tap on so she could see the player and another girl interact , but she couldn’t see anything else . she had nobody . no origin , no family , her friends barely felt real because they were pre-programmed to like her, because theyre... friends. 

she’s self taught coding from reading the lines of code that’d pop up during different interactions between the nights and days of literature club meetings

she also considered about killing herself — but no matter how hard she looked at her own file and tried to delete it she couldn’t bring herself to do it because of some self - absorbed notion that she could get out of the game and be better

deleting each character file is the equivalent of her murdering the girls — ie , blood on her hands — and deleting them left “blood” on her hands . crushing the code and deleting the code was the equivalent of hearing their screams and feeling her hands bleed —

but its the first time she felt something , and she did something completely on her own volition

i’d debate and say she wasn’t in love with the player as much as she was in love with the idea of being her own person and not being a piece of code and having some kind of origin , and the idea of the outside world that the player represented

100% a hopeless romantic 

her “past life” as given to her by the good place is her being a straight a, good two shoes angel girl who everyone loved, philanthropic — basically the epitome of a good girl , born angel, when in reality she knows she’s not . they play up this idea of how much she loved life , and how much she appreciated it when in reality she knows she didn’t exist in the outside world — and it breaks her heart

she’s very sus of the idea of there being a good place and her being in it — she believes she should be in the bad place.

she does want to fall in love but she’s also still getting used to being physically real and trying not to act like it

vegetarian

will hold your hand and really just about anything — she wants to experience love in itself and its entirety even if she believes she doesn’t deserve it — it’s a guilty indulgence . she’s finally real , so she wants to fall into real love 

plays piano and sings 

she is a kind person generally and will be your hypeman because that’s how she is but she’s also... incredibly manipulative and often times gets close to people just so she can have them in her corner when need be — or when she needs them out of the way , it’ll come easier / they won’t see it coming

she’s ... slightly sadistic if it doesn’t show

loves to write !!!! 

[writtenism]

—  i  know  .  i  know  .  this  is  not  how  you  wanted  it  to  end  .  you  deserved  more  .  you  always  did  .   —  i  hope  you  find  it  .  one  day  .  even  if  it’s  not  me  .  especially  if  it’s  not  me  .

                          SAEYOUNG  CHOI  of  mystic  messenger  ,  dependent  on  goodplaceshq.

(  kang  daniel.  21.  he/him, she/her, they/them.  )   everything’s fine,  SAEYOUNG CHOI,  you’re in the good place!  do you remember your last days in MYSTIC MESSENGER? but don’t worry, your ( rainbow backlit keyboard , dr. pepper cans , honey butter chips , mint juul ) will fit perfectly with the rest of the good place, so long as you commit to the  GOOD GUY FBI AGENT  despite your tendency to commit to  ( avoiding any and all feelings )  that the architect of the good place said you were. it’ll just be like a fun acting exercise! just play along and everything will continue to be fun.

virtues: intelligence , humour , charisma , witty , playful , friendly , caring vices: lying , lacks emotional depth / understanding of himself , arrogance , self sacrificing

currently resides in the ligliano district but he’s rarely at his house — and is constantly moving around and can be found anywhere because he swears on his life there’s no good connection there , but in reality , the idea of not being in his house that he considers “home” freaks him the fuck out so he’d rather keep moving — it’s partly paranoia that something / someone is going to get him . he’s not used to being so on the grid like this

has a crippling nicotine addiction , only accepts mint pods . he originally smoked because of a habit that vanderwood got him into but using e-cigarettes / juuls is basically his way to ween himself off of tabacco but he’s a total shithead about the kind of pods he gets : mint only or bust.

loves cars , special interest to him

he generally has a goofy demeanor but he’s ... really sad all the time . the job he previously worked was for a previous private agency that had him doing things from hacking jobs to breaking and entering and evading government officials — and they did little care for his mental health . he has undiagnosed depression and depersonalization-derealization disorder

he acts really clingy but he’s... really not. the moment people show genuine care for him he immediately is disgusted because he was a) raised that way and b) doesn’t think people should get involved with him because of how he is . 

despite this all he’s a hopeless romantic and rly does want to fall in love. stupid ass i hate him DFGHJKL

would protect you with his life but be like “aha i don’t like you stupid we’re not friends”

deeply concerned abt the rfa atm

he’ll let u hit his juul dfghjkl idk asl;kdjf;alskjdf;kj ummmmmmmm 

he’s closeted nb and pansexual and i use closeted loosely — no one’s really asked or cared abt his sexuality and he doesn’t care enough to use an official term so he just ... he just vibes. 

if you ask him about his past life he’ll say “oh, i worked for the fbi, but it’s kinda confidentiaaaal, you can’t ask me that without getting in big trouble you know!!!” and then he won’t speak at ALL about it in his life

remember’s 100% of the resets and is semi - aware that he’s code from a game — if that makes sense

at least here he has a nice set up computer wise

he’s a flirt so he might flirt with your muse in a goofy way but will stop if you ask him to back off but he 100% won’t mean it either unless he starts actually catching feelings and then he’ll shut the fuck down bc one brain cell when it comes to emotions

we can talk plots ! pls plot with me

[ben-brnes]

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince