type of media: completed webnovel and ongoing manhwa
title: mission save the hunter / i delayed my death because of a will
genres: action, modern fantasy, romance (bl), tragedy, optional smut
possible tws: mass death, near constant suicidal ideation, panic attacks, trauma flashbacks, survivors guilt, lots of violence, lots of blood, gets worse before it gets better
description via manta: Death delayed due to scheduling difficulties. Chaeyoon, once a famous hero, now lives as an unknown hunter, fulfilling the odd dying wishes of ex-colleagues before he can end his own life. Haunted by the past and drawn to Jihan, a skilled hunter he meets, Chaeyoon questions whether fulfilling last wishes and finding his own solace is possible.
why: i bawled like a baby. its about recovery from trauma and suicidality. its extremely painful to read but is so worth it. its pure catharsis to watch yoonseo build himself back up and begin to want to live. i rarely cry at media but this got me. its okay to want to live despite whats happened in your past, its okay to be happy with your life, the people youve lost want you to live happily. me and the bad bitch i pulled by being suicidal
Can you guess the current hyper fixation?
i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot
So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.
Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.
The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."
And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.
This too is toxic yuri to me-
Venezuelan Miku!!
Saw this frame on a different reblog by @thatssroughbuddy but why does it look like Iroh is using his phone to take a photo of his nephew at a landmark
Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!
I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,
Finally finished this painting, after working on it on and off for like a month. Pretty happy with it.
Tried a different type of painting, much more loose and messy featuring an oc of mine Cube! Not sure how much I like how Cube turned out but I had tons of fun on the background.
laughing at the implication that akechi played twewy as a kid, completely missed all the blatant messaging and the only thing he got out of it was wow. maybe murder is a love language.
27 They/Them I have no idea what I'm doing. But do any of us really? Prints: https://www.redbubble.com/people/Kei-Emji/shop?asc=u
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