I love how the people are driving the masked manager crazy. Frfr I can sense how done he was with the cast during ep 3
Lmao, probably post-canon Hunter would go to Darius to check if his outfit isn’t an eyesore whenever he goes on a date with Willow. Each outfit he has would either be straight up cosplay, streetlight colors, punk in a way that isn’t punk, too stiff, or too boring.
Darius would snark about it and spend 1+ hours finding the right outfit for Hunter. Then give him pointers on how to not become a tomato during the date. He’d never complain though, feeling happy Hunter would feel comfortable enough asking him for any sort of help.
(“Dear Titan, he chose to wear a neon polka dot suit. The color scheme didn’t work. At all.”—Darius to Eberwolf over a glass of the Boiling Isles’s version of wine)
Here’s a dumb poem I made :’))
A Minute
As we stroll through meadows of joy, your smile is bright,
We dance and sing, shaded, covered by a rainbow,
But the clock’s time is ticking in this long-term lie,
Yet we clung to it, to avoid the curse bestowed
Now we are in quite polished rooms of rotten wood,
The lie has dried out and the truth wetly remains,
I would scream, I would speak, if I just simply could,
And I sense your fear…and so calmness I shall feign
We had such fun in this illusion called freedom,
Where we ignored the majority’s punishment,
Where we were ready to not come to a kingdom,
For we were sick of this world’s lies and its treatment!
Now we stroll through the smooth streets built by the cruel,
We walk proudly, heads held high, covered by their jeers,
I dumbly plead with them to give time to us fools,
They did give us time, but just a minute, I hear
So uhhh, this is random cringe I guess and it’s up to your own interpretation
When you ship Elibarra and your teacher swears Elias is a really “good” friend:
Never expected to see toxic yaoi in Squid Games, but I am not complaining.
🙏🏻
I NEED MORE
The Student’s Lament
Here I am, in my room, looking out the window
The mountains are a dark smear, yet lights are twinkling,
Beauty so far, creating a starry meadow,
Yet I’m still stuck here, with all my thoughts swirling
My laptop is open, and so are my notebooks
I’ve got too much deadlines, and very little time
So I’ll study and study, yearning for my books
But I still look outside, staring at those lights
Laughter comes drifting near, so bright, and so. Carefree
So I start pondering if I made that sound once,
Rather than my sighing, filled with all my misery
That kind of laughter’s just memories, long, long gone
Here I am, hunched over my desk with all my notes,
No longer reading them—Rather, I’m just staring,
My jumbled thoughts just running in different roads,
While I’m here, sitting down, stuck with all my musing
The Living Dead
I am the living dead, waiting for my coffin
I have befriended Death, for it is my friend
This world is my foe, hoping to drown me in
Its senseless pleasures, pains, and evils with no end
I do not wait for my time to run its sad course,
Because Death is a jealous friend with greedy hands,
While Life is my enemy, whispering its curses,
And frauds, idiots, and monsters rule Earth’s own lands
The future promises a distant paradise,
One I will not live to see in its fruition
Yet that hope gives me strength to fight the world’s great lies,
To continue pursuing my fatal mission
Perhaps, soon, I’ll no longer be the living dead,
My own corpse six feet under, in an unmarked grave
But tomorrow’s promise is stronger than my dread
With death beside me, I’ll continue being brave
The City
Gray skies, tall buildings,
Noisy silence somehow dull,
The lights bright yet dark
I’m an aroace mess (She/They, by the way) Wattpad acc: DaBookWormRules | Ao3 acc: ABerryRandomWriter
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