high tier (fee)cky

📌 Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog! My name is feefee and I am an adult (18+) mainly super into squidgame and yumeshipping who hopes to make some mutuals here. I am a hwang in-ho nonsharing yume, I don't care about doubles truth be told and I don't like inh*n but I don't mind infficer/any other in-ho rarepairs for as long as you don't talk about them to me !! this isn't a super aestethic profile because I can't keep up consistency for the death of me lol but I'll try

I have other fandoms I talk about!

MASTER LIST

—squid game

—zerocalcare

—duffy's TADC

—friday night funkin'

—the legend of zelda

...& more! just ask <3

ITA/ENG learning SPA

**I have to keep her away from the sickness that rots this world. Not because she’s weak, but because this place eventually stains everything it touches. People become selfish. Cruel. Hollow. It strips them down until there’s nothing left but survival.

**If I lose that smile of hers… those absent-minded little pouts whenever she’s thinking… then something else disappears with it. Something I had already believed was gone.

**I don’t feel anger. I stopped expecting my emotions to resemble everyone else’s a long time ago. What I feel is recognition. The quiet certainty that history is preparing to repeat itself. The instinct that warns me something precious is about to be taken away before I can stop it.

**The Games aren’t safe for her. Influence is an illusion. Even I have limits here, and I know better than anyone that no amount of authority can prevent fate from claiming what it wants.

She has become… purpose.

An absurd one.

Dangerous.

**Sometimes my mind wanders somewhere it shouldn’t. Somewhere shameful. I imagine locking her away somewhere no one could ever reach her— somewhere untouched by greed, violence, or men like the ones who broke her. Somewhere made entirely of glass, where I could convince myself that nothing could ever hurt her again.

She would despise me for it.

And that’s precisely why I never would.

**I refuse to become another man who mistakes possession for love. I know exactly how obsession begins, and I can feel its shadow lingering at the edge of every thought. That awareness is the only reason it remains just that—a thought. An intrusive impulse that enters uninvited and leaves just as silently.

Thoughts are harmless.

Promises are not.

And I have already made one.

**Anyone who dares lay a hand on her… anyone who makes her cry, who puts fear in her eyes, who so much as reaches for a single strand of that ridiculous, impossibly soft brunette hair…