By The Way, Fanfiction Isn't The Place For Reviews Or Criticism.

Honestly, Mystic Messenger deserves kudos for how unique it was. I really can't think of another dating sim with the overall vibe of MM, nothing compares. Like, the dynamics between love interests first of all isn't jam packed with cheap drama. When you read the conversations between them, you can actually believe that these people are friends and get along with each other. You can sense that they've known each other for a very long time, you sense the trust and the deep bonds more and more as you progress through the story.

Not only that, but the love interests are unique as well. Any dating sim fan can tell you all about the various tropes that our love interests embody, but I feel like MM is the only sim that actually has a unique take on them. Like yes, Jumin is the overbearing rich CEO who's into BDSM and wants to own you like he owns everything else, but going through his story you truly see a side to him that feels so gratifying to learn about in the format of MM. His conflict with his dad is unique to the core- his dad isn't abusive, not to Jumin. On the contrary, Jumin holds nothing but warm praise for his father consistently and you can tell that aside from the womanizing, they have quite a good relationship! But you see Jumin's emotions change real time, how he slowly breaks down until he can't stand it anymore. How he just needs someone to comfort and understand him in his lonely world, someone who isn't a cat or his friends that don't know how to act when Jumin's collected demeanor falls apart.

Or Zen, the classic narcissist flirt, who isn't at all. You really get to see where his narcissism comes from, how he copes with being an actor, how he learns to let down his walls and let people in all the while his sweet personality coming through.

Just. Ugh. Mystic Messenger.

sometimes a family can be an old man with a shady past and a weird kid that he just found

i think the funniest and realist thing i’ve realized lately is how troubling idealization can be. every person is just… a person. the very people you want to impress or be apart of are just people. even if they seem wildly intimidating because of the way they look or because of their reputation, every one is just a person. human. as embarrassing, as remorseful and they are going through stages of growth just like you are. we only see what we want to see and then drown ourselves further in our own depression and we don’t have to.

Imma do this because I’m fucking bored.

What’s your url?

Now take away any and all numbers (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0), take away the letters F, Z, M, Q, L, H, B, T, P, E, A, Y, S, B, D, and X, take away all dashes (-),

What’s your new fucked up version of your url?

crustycreature

crucrur

Dont be shy... Drop a few? /hj

Funfact, i have my pictures sorted out. And there's a Folder called 'My hope.' And it's just 200 pictures of nagito 😼😼😼😼 meow meow my space is running out and i refuse to let these pictures go.

Some might say it's foreshadowing, I say it's the fact that he needs validation and needs to feel seen so he drops so many 'hints' about his life.

Saeyoung:

I’m so mysterious nobody knows anything about me

Also saeyoung:

literally has a username titled “Hacker God”

It is a known fact by the entirety of the RFA that he hacks shit for a living when he could easily pretend he has a regular (((legal))) IT job but noooo

Claims everything to do w his job is a secret but will constantly drop hints about how dangerous it is and will even go into story tangents about his various adventures whenever he feels like it

Talks about a hacker group that constantly chases him, making it very clear that he does ILLEGAL SHIT

Hell even invites them to the party

Openly only uses cash

Speaking of cash, makes a shitton of it somehow

Again, he openly admits he’s a hacker!!! Hackers don’t do that!!! They say they’re a techie for some random firm, or something else entirely!!!! They’re not this open!!! If saeyoung were really so secretive, only V would know mfs a hacker and everyone else would think he works at some start up or something

Makes it very clear hes not in a normal work environment? Pls it screams “illegal secret agency” omg

Admitted to running away from home and having a brother the moment someone asked him

Will tell you his thinly veiled allegorical dreams about his origin story whenever he feels like it (mother cat and brother cat dream, the pirate ship and planet one, etc.)

“Why didn’t you feed us, mother cat? Oh well, if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have gone on so many adventures” pls

After playing all the routes leading up to his, the only surprise in his backstory would probably be the prime minister thing and his name tbh

Guys, Gals, Nonbinary Pals, and everyone alike:

May I present to you, the reason I'm currently screaming?

On November 21, 2019, I had written in my diary, "I wish to glow up".

Watching girls that look like the soft winter snow falling like breadcrumbs, with faces that would put Aphrodite to shame- I wanted that; hair flowing like the quiet river when it's about to meet the sea- I wanted that. Because all my life I was taught to want that.

The magazine covers that lay around, stacked on top of each other in the drawers of my heart, had these women. The movies that I was in love with, advertisements and billboards, made me feel like I was stuck in the hour, physically so far- could never meet the bar. I saw myself as a ruin, a battlefield of scars, an abandoned city- yet filled with ghosts. A city that badly needed reconstruction.

So I took the 'before' photos because we have learned to divide life into pieces- before this and after that, as if life is big enough to be divided. And every Monday I said to myself, now is when you begin, start now. But I could never be like those girls- girls that feel like the morning dew, like sunshine breaking through the forest, those girls that fall like the soft winter snow. I was still the city, the ghost town that badly needed reconstruction.

But, did they ever teach you about the ruins of Giza, Coloseum and Konark, how the Great Wall is falling apart but is still Great? Tell me how beautiful the river looks when it's slashing through the mountains, not caring for beauty or grace, how her conviction is what makes her beautiful. Or how Aphrodite was never really the goddess of beauty. All she believed in was love and her love is what made her beautiful.

I did not worship my city until I realised that for hundreds of years, they have been trying to find the lost cities of Atlantis and Dwarka. I finally realized that I never needed to glow up. All I needed was to love myself and my beautiful city.

And so do you.

-Ritika Jyala, transcript from Don't glow up

I had written this piece when I was 15 and my poetry style has evolved a lot since then. But it's good to pay homage to my earlier works and learn how I can grow further. Last year, I posted a short video for this poem on my channel, here's the link if you're interested.

I got orange, and I feel like you actually dipped into my head to describe me 

take my quiz if you want to feel sad about yourself

there are ten results, all colours, and no pop culture questions whatsoever.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.