my rival, my idol

ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ: ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀʟꜱ! ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ꜱᴀᴜᴄʏ, ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴍʏ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢɪᴍᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴜʀʟꜱ. ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ!

@meeshrox tagged me for this game on my main blog but I thought why not bring the game here?

So thank you, my love, for the tag and for the opportunity to show my girl.

This is Arya, Rafayel's Cutie. She's a bit light headed and clumsy, and she daydreams a lot. In her naivity, she sometimes let others take the best of her, but when she realizes it, the woman turns into a storm and you better step out of the way.

Her opinion is many times overlooked or ignored, and she tended to share her thoughts less and less because of that, until Rafayel. Fishie seems to be the only one who understands her and she's not ashame to share what's going on on her mind around him.

She loves fiercely, and she will protect the ones she loves until the end. Rafayel is a very lucky bastard 🥰

I might be starting to collect some ideas for a long fic about those two. Let's see if I can pull it through 😬

She‘s Like… my younger self since I self-insert much.

She adventurous, spontaneous, whimsical and with her it never gets boring. She doesn‘t like it, to fit in a certain box and is always eager to try new things!

The one thing she‘s passionate about and absolutely devoted too, though, is her precious Lemurian groom.

But she‘s not afraid to tell that Sassy Artist her opinion 🤣 His well-being often is even more important to her than her own, which is why they have quite an equal Relationship to take care of each other 🤭

Tagging:

@deepspacenova @starmocha @homurasturtle @lyrisnightblood @evolvinglittlebird @maemi324 @qintten

one thing about her is she loves a good matchy matchy couples outfit 🙂‍↕️ very playful and clingy and feral just absolute spoiled kitten behavior

my mc is a self-insert and a silly & nerdy loser just like me <3 her name is mina. she's very hyper-independent and struggles with letting go of her self-imposed pressures and anxieties. when it comes to others, she's fiercely compassionate and firm about her beliefs—but towards herself? nobody is a harsher critic than her.

sylus is appealing because he respects and supports her independence, but he's also there to help without condescension or making her feel weak. the hard part is getting her to admit it when she needs help. she has a tendency to keep going until she burns out and explodes, like a dying star. sylus admires the fighter in her, but it pains him knowing she won't fight for herself.

i could keep yapping about her relationship with the other guys, but i'm just leave it at sylus so i'm not yapping forever on this post :P

i tried to make her facial features look like mine but i'm kinda ass at character customization so i still tweak her features a bit every once in a while :P

obviously, i don't have yellow eyes. i just thought they looked cool and reminded me of a cat because of the way they seem to glow, so i gave that color to my mc. i don't wear makeup irl but again i thought the golden eyeshadow and thick eyeliner looked so cool i had to put it on my mc <3 i really wish the game had more alt or goth inspired fits im ngl

recently, i had a weird moment of dysphoria where i adjusted my mc's features to look more similar to me (esp the nose and thick eyebrows) and i had this horrible overwhelming dread of "oh my god. i ruined her. she's so ugly now." i realized i was projecting my own insecurities onto her. i only felt she was "uglier" because i made her look more like me. the feeling was so, so strange. eventually, it faded away as i got used to looking at her. now i love her <3

of course, the guys would love us no matter what we look like. plus, me and sylus get to be twins with our big noses and left-handedness :3 honestly, seeing so many people thirst over sylus and higuruma's noses made me feel so much better about my own nose. ultimately, i think participating in the lads fandom and playing the game has been a positive experience in my life. i'm very grateful for that <3

this is my mc, she's half me and half oc. i based her looks off my own features but she came out too pretty and looks nothing like me yet i decided to keep her cause i am in love. we share the same name, cause she is who i wish to be. she's kind, warm, amiable and independent.

👇 and these three are her husbands. she doesn't have a type, but she loves the familiarity and the feeling of home they give her.

ik she looks lowk basic compared to everyone else’s mcs but that’s coz i just slapped my hair style and eye colour and skin tone on her and called it a day

anyway, this is my MC, daiyu (do you get the reference. you you get it. PLS TELL ME SOMEONE DOES HELLO DREAM OF THE RED CHAMBER BAOYU AND DAIYU CALEB AND ME—) i wish my hair was as fluffy as her in game hair but alas, i also wish i had her nose. but that’s the fun in making her! giving her all i want. i want her wardrobe too. daiyu is the manifestation of my inner peace and love. she’s the best meimei to the best gege, xiayizhou 🩷🩷

SYPNOSIS: caleb x non!mc, except x is a bit of a stretch. snippet of a much larger fic to come

“Is your wife always so…uptight?” You heard MC mumble.

You don’t know how you found it in yourself to stay out of Caleb’s business until now. Perhaps it was the blinding trust you had for this man, the strong, reliable colonel who had graciously married you, who had signed your marriage certificate with empty eyes. But deep down, you always knew.

From the day you came home from the courthouse, there has always been three in the spaces you occupied with your husband, three at the alter (you wondered if Caleb had imagined it was MC standing in your place on your wedding day), three in the bed (you could even imagine MC lying in empty space inbetween you and Caleb as you slept, and three at the table (at first before Caleb had learnt more about you, the dishes he served were all reminecent of MC’s favourites). You knew MC haunted, haunts, your marriage. But like any good wife, you looked the other way and hoped for the best.

That is, until now.

With your back pressed against the cold marble wall, you listened on to the conversation that Caleb was holding with MC in your living room, after an awkward dinner party to which Caleb had invited MC and her husband, Zayne, to attend.

“No, she’s just…” You heard your husband began, an awkward silence stretching over the expanse of MC’s living room.

I’m just what, Caleb?

“…she’s just emotional, that’s all.”

You heard MC snort. “Emotional? Hardly. I seem to remember that at your wedding, she was ever so meek and crittery, so nervous, so deferent, so grateful to marry the big strong colonel…” She sighed, “And I thought that, y’know, hey! She might do a lot of good for you. She’s like a squeaky mouse, just like another version of me, how I was your ‘pipsqueak’…” Her voice suddenly dropped to a whine. 

“I thought maybe you found a better replacement.”

You heard sounds that indicated that Caleb stepped forwards to hug her. 

“MC…nothing and nobody could ever replace you.” Caleb said gently, tightening his embrace.

They were silent for a long time. Tears had began to bead in your eyes.

“Well…on that happy note…” MC mumbled, her lips splitting into a wide smile, one hand coming to rest on her stomach, the other intertwining with Caleb’s.

God he's so vexing. He kept lecturing me about my sleeping schedule and screen time for twenty fucking minutes. Like I’m sorry Dr Zayne not everyone can have a boring life like yours where they work their ass off and sleep as soon as they reach home, some people like to binge watch and stay updated on the new trends. Ugh he's unbearable. Sometimes I wish I could just kiss that pretty mouth of his shut-

Is what you said after you thought you hung up his call. You in fact did not hang up and now moving cities is suddenly a very tempting idea.

The urge is especially strong when you're standing outside his office for your routine checkup, staring at his door for an embarrassingly long time.

And before you could even gather up the courage to open it, the door swings open on its own and Zayne himself stands before you. "You're here. I thought you were unwell for how long it took you to open the door.”

“How did you know I was outside?”

“You heels make a particular sound.”

He gestures for you to come inside “Oh. Ahem, okay.” You take your regular seat, folding your hands on your lap. It's alright. He's in a good mood. He probably didn't hear it. You are worrying over nothing. Just breathe.

"Vexing," he said, and your breathing halted.

He is looking directly at you. "That's what some people find me apparently." He opens your files, but his eyes never leave you. "Boring and unbearable" He turns the page with more force than needed. "Interesting choice of words, don't you think?.”

"I can explain-”

"You don't have to."

"No I really should because I didn't mean those words-”

"Didn't mean me to hear those words."

“No, Zayne, I don't actually think you're vexing or unbearable, well maybe I do but not in a bad way. I mean you're a doctor, it's your duty to look after your patients. But as a friend turned patient i’m sometimes frustrated you only talk about my health when there's plenty of normal things we can talk about like-” He's still looking at you impassively and your mind goes completely blank. "Like the weather." You hear yourself say it and wanted to bang your head against the wall but continued anyway, “Or the latest shows, which you would know about if you didn't spend your entire day in the hospital. Or food or literally anything that doesn't include nagging me or maybe… maybe we should also be discussing how you should respect people's privacy, friend or patient and hang up the call as soon as you're do-”

You didn't notice him leaning across the desk and you definitely didn't notice when his lips crashed onto yours before you could register it.

The contact of his lips lasted enough to stop the sentence dead in your throat. He pulled back, his face unperturbed except his ears which were bright red. "You talk too much," he said.

You stare at him. What the fuck did just happen? "You kissed me to shut me up?"

"I'm impressed it actually worked." He looks back down at your file like nothing happened. "Your blood pressure was high last visit. We should look into that."

"ZAYNE, you stupid man! Explain yourself!"

He was barely concealing his amused smile, all while avoiding your eyes by fixing them on your report. "Perhaps I find you rather vexing too.”

“Your pretty mouth especially," he added.

boyfriend!xavier likes to text you when he wakes up. he likes to text you before he goes to sleep. he has a whole plethora of silly cartoon ‘goodnight’ stickers and ‘good morning’ stickers saved on his phone that he sends you regardless of the time, so dont be surprised to receive a message at 10:30 am from xavier, bidding you a good night of sleep with an attatched gif of a koala hanging on a half moon.

boyfriend!xavier who’s chat history with you is practically his digital diary. he likes to send you photos of the most random things he encounters. sometimes he provides very little context, but you don’t suppose it needs any. sometimes he sneds you selfies that are so close up that his bangs are in the way of the camera. he also likes to send you photos of your dates with him as if you weren’t present for them, or if it had been ages since the outing occurred.

xavi: (image) we looked so cute back then…

[name]: babe that was twenty minutes ago. you just dropped me off.

boyfriend!xavier who takes every tiktok you send him very seriously. sometimes a bit too seriously. when you sent him one of those ‘missing my gf so i baked her into a cookie’ videos, he sent you back an actual photo of a burnt tray of suspiciously you-shaped gingerbreads. theres a small fire in the background. before you could even reply, too aghast to comment, he started munching on one.

‘it’s a bit salty…’

’XAVIER YOU’RE CHEWING ON MOUTHFULS OF ASH!’

boyfriend!xavier who actually prefers to be next to you and watch you in your sleep, in turn to sleeping himself. not in a creepy way, but he can’t resist but admire your sleeping face, so calm, so relaxed…he cant help but to reach out a finger and squish your cheeks while you’re smushed up against him anyway. he cuddles you closer and buries his face in your neck, pulling the duvet covers over you both, like an arctic hare burrowing into the snow.

boyfriend!xavier who’s favourite sound to fall asleep to is either your voice (if you’re awake and willing) or the sounds of your shared home. he finds the sounds of water bubbling to a boil especially soothing, although you tease him that he only likes it because it sounds like a steaming bowl of beef hot pot, his favourite. he doesn’t admit that really, the sound of you flicking on the kettle, you turning on the tap, you boiling the water, you pouring the steaming liquid out, you rattling the teacup…is what affirms him of your presence. he likes such mundane, ordinary sounds because it assures him that you’re there, you’re by him, and you’re safe.

boyfriend!xavier who’s favourite form of messaging from you is either big paragraphs of text, or long chains of voice recordings. they feel so intimate to him, and he loves to read or listen to your ramblings. there’s still so much he wants to learn from you. plus, there’s nothing he loves more than the sound of your voice.

and of course, xavier responds to every single one of your texts and calls and voicemails, but why this time—

[sorry. the number you’ve dialed has been disconnected]

oh. right.

you’ve been dead for well over a year now. he knew the phone company would shut down your service eventually.

xavier rubs the sleep from his eyes. ever since your absence, your home has grown to become so empty. there are dishes undone in the sink from the last meal you ever made him. windows coated with dust. beds unmade. what the morgue sent him, still on the table. he couldn’t bear to do anything about it.

and now…a phone that xavier can no longer call you and leave you tearful voicemails on. a number that he can’t text you day and night to, with messages that he’ll know you can’t respond to but there are so many things he aches to tell you. a service he can no longer call to tell you that ‘i miss you’.

xavier throws his phone into the overflowing sink.