#idk if remorse is the right word but whatever

[frozentears01]

so glad fuxi got redeemed i can start simping without remorse

anyways heres alligator fuxi /j

#idk if remorse is the right word but whatever #fuxi housamo #fuxi #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #art #fanart #sketch

[yandere--stuck]

Hey it's me from the yandere tfp autobots x kids(platonic) ask. First, I have to say what you did was great and I absolutely loved it! Second, I have an alternative way for this that I think is pretty cool.

What if the children actually managed to escape. For example, they were able to get into contact with agent fowler (maybe through a pager idk) and snuck out of base with June and was picked up by the military. And now the autobots are doing everything in their power to get "their" kids back home. Maybe they do end up getting the kids back or maybe they don't.

I liked the way you wrote the one before and would like this in the same way, but if you just want to comment on this and not write a whole thing again, I understand.

TYSM I loved your ideas and I love familial yandere team prime!!! I kinda changed up some of the details, but I hope you like it nonetheless! Thank you for sending this in ;w;

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"Come on, Bee, this isn't you!" Raf pleaded, looking up at the scout. 

From where Miko was cradled in Bulkhead's arms, she could look over the giant, makeshift baby gate the autobots had fashioned for them, watching as Bumblebee tried and failed to distract Raf with one of their racing games. Raf's controller had long since been abandoned, with Bee ignoring the boy's pleas and puppy dog eyes as he kept focus on beating Raf's static avatar.

She'd been in there not too long ago, but was removed for 'upsetting Rafael' and 'throwing a tantrum.' Bullshit! Raf was upset already! They both were! And she had every right to be pissed and try to break things! They couldn't keep them here like this! It was crazy. It's what the *'Cons would do.

That comment and Rafael crying is what got her put in timeout - being plucked up from under her arms and wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket, held in Bulkhead's arms. 

"Some time with her Sire should calm her down," Ratchet had said as he passed Miko off to the green mech.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" She yelled up, writhing in the tight hold of the blankets.

Bulkhead only smiled down at her, beginning to rock her slowly in his arms. "It's okay, Miko, I know you're confused. But, you'll see, this is for the best."

Miko huffed, gritting her teeth at the memory. She turned her attention back to Bee and Raf, the former responding to Rafael's begging with a series of beeps. Miko strained her ears to form some sort of sentence through the sounds. Sometimes, it almost seemed like the noises resembled some words, but maybe that was just coincidence. She didn't understand Bumblebee the way Raf did. But whatever the scout said, it sure sounded… Sad. Maybe she could take some comfort in knowing at least one of them felt bad.

"Ah, don't worry, Miko," Bulkhead's voice drew her eyes back onto him. "You'll be able to go back once you calm down."

"I am calm," she seethed through clenched teeth. "I am the most calm any person has ever been. Ever."

Bulkhead chuckled. "Well, you aren't squirming anymore, at least."

"Remember, she's a wily one," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. 

The wrecker chuckled. "Trust me, I'm well aware."

The death glare she shot the both of them must have been as piercing as she intended, all levity deflating from them the moment they met her eyes.

The smile that had run from Ratchet's face quickly returned, though, as he approached Bulkhead from behind, reaching over with a stubby digit to gently brush against Miko's hair.

"We say it with love," Ratchet explained.

Miko frowned up at them. "You guys don't even realize how crazy you're acting right now."

Ratchet scoffed. "I'd hardly call caring for our Sparklings 'crazy.'"

"You haven't always exactly made them feel entirely welcome, Ratch." Bulkhead retorted.

"That was before!" The medic snapped, before catching himself. He vented, a remorseful expression on his faceplates as he turned back to Miko. "And I am sorry."

"... Did the 'Cons do something to you guys' heads?"

"This again…" Ratchet muttered, finally returning to his post at the comm system.

"Don't worry," The Wrecker soothed his charge. "If anything, we're probably thinking clearer than ever. And you won't have to worry about them ever again.

Miko huffed again, turning her attention back to Rafael and Bee.

"Nothing bad's happened yet," Raf told him. "If you let us go now, nobody's gonna be in trouble. We can still be friends. It's okay."

Bee seemingly couldn't bring himself to look down at his friend, staring straight at the screen as he let out a few more sad-sounding beeps and boops.

"He's right, you know," Miko turned her attention back on Bulkhead. "If you just say sorry and stuff because you got a little crazy and let us go, we'll forgive you."

"And let you go back out there to be hurt again? No way. Or to your host family, who probably don't even care. Or your 'real' family? Who sent you away and don't even know where you are or what you're doing?"

"I'm an exchange student! It's part of a program. They do care."

"Seemed pretty eager to send you far, far away to me."

Miko shook with anger, feeling her frown deepen into a sneer. Her lips pulled back and she felt tears just barely prickly at her eyes. She tried to stifle a sniffle and turn away from the bot, but was immobile from the blankets cocoon she was wrapped in. All she could do was turn her face away and try not to sniffle and cry too obviously.

"Oh, sweetspark, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," Bulkhead cooed.

"It's a hard truth she has to learn," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. "Better to learn it now than when it could really hurt her."

"See? We're doing this because we care. Your family. Raf's. Even with June, it's clear that they either aren't fit to care for you guys or just don't care at all. But, we do."

"You don't know anything," Miko blinked back tears, glaring at nothing. "And when Jack gets out of here, you're gonna be in big trouble."

Ratchet suddenly barked out a laugh. "Ha! This is our base, Miko, we know it better than anyone else. And with Optimus and Arcee hot on their trail, I don't see them leaving anytime soon."

An alert rang out over the comms, making Miko's head perked up. She tried to crane her head to see - Bulkhead thankfully turned around to give her a better view.

"In fact, that's probably them right now," Ratchet announced, a smug smile flashing over his features. "Arcee? I take it we have our boy?"

"No! Just June," Arcee's voice fizzled in. "She said Jack made it out."

"Scrap." Bulkhead vented.

"Wh- h- that's impossible!" The doctor spluttered.

"She says she gave him her pager. He's probably contacted Fowler by now."

"Double scrap."

Arcee continued. "Optimus and I are gonna keep looking, but if he's not here…"

"Told you so!" Miko blurted out, voice flooded with a smug sense of satisfaction. "You guys are in so much trouble."

Ratchet ignored her. "Right. Don't worry, we'll figure it out."

With a final affirmative from Arcee, the line went dead.

Ratchet vented heavily. "Well. This is quite the puzzle."

"You're screwed!" Miko laughed, only to be met with a disapproving wave of one of Bulkhead's digits.

"Language," he warned.

"Stop treating me like a baby!"

"Can't, considering you're acting like one."

"Bulk!"

"Hey, here's an idea," Ratchet mused aloud, looking over different files. "We may not be screwed, after all."

"Ratchet, not you, too," The wrecker whined.

The medic stepped aside, extending his arm as if to show off to Miko the different files that flashed on screen. "It sure would be a shame if someone compiled a string of audio clips that just happened to sound like you're explaining it was all a big misunderstanding, wouldn't it, Miko? Especially if we have audio recording devices everywhere that caught all of your conversations, giving us plenty to pick through and cobble together, huh?"

Miko felt her stomach drop. The dawning horror overcoming her must have been apparent on her face, as Ratchet's smile faded and his brows bunched together.

"Jack will be with us soon, don't you worry." He assured.

If anything, it only made her feel worse.

#platonic yandere #familial yandere #yandere transformers #yandere tfp #yandere team prime #yandere

[veespee]

Vinnie is *such* a complex character i feel. And he makes me feel very conflicted, but here are some (personal) opinions about him: (kinda an analysis? idk i'm just rambling)

-Firstly, he's the voyeur, although unknowingly. The word “voyeur” has two meanings, the first one is.. we won't talk about it, but the *second* one is: a person who enjoys seeing the pain or distress of others. Now, i don't really think he actually likes seeing people in pain. Of course, he shows remorse and guilt over the deaths of his close ones, and even people he didn't know that where victims, so why voyeur? Why would HABIT describe him as a “voyeuristic fuck”?

So, i may be getting some lore wrong, and i apologize in advance, but it's revealed that he has led everyone to their deaths, due to his insistence to keep filming and find answers. Also, if i remember right, he had intentionally left out footage that caused him to be seen in a bad light, and it showed that he had led Jeff and Alex to their doom.

-Now, of course for any sane person, why would someone do that? The answer is… well, for answers. That's the word he seems to be infatuated with, ’answers’. And it's made pretty clear. He saw what HABIT was doing, he saw the state Evan was in, and he knew. He was fully aware, he's not stupid, and he knew what he was doing. If Evan wasn't going to do what Vinnie was telling him to, then… he was going to summon HABIT. He was also aware of HABIT's intelligence/experience with the human race, which was good for him, since he was going to get his questions answered.

-Now’s the trick question (for me at least), is Vinnie a horrible person? Well… yes, and no? I mean, he did do horrible things, that much can be said. He led everyone to doom, he purposefully ignored people's wishes (Evan's request for Vinnie not to upload the video about Jesse's grandmother dying), and of course, continuing to record after all of these things happened, despite Jeff's and Evan's wishes. But he feels incredibly guilty. “Sometimes you gotta do stuff that you don't agree with, but that's the price you pay. But you gotta remember, sometimes the price is too steep, and you just can't live with yourself... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry to everyone that I've hurt, to everyone that has died, around me or because of me.” (these are his own words).

I honestly believe he's a very, very flawed character. His goal is answers, and he will do anything to get them. He has the drive to get what he desperately wants, even after being tortured by HABIT. And i feel that HABIT has some respect for him because of that. And of course, his role was set from the start. Everything was calculated, and he was fulfilling his role, “the voyeur”, “the guardian”, whatever it may be. Everything happened for a reason, the God Killer was created, Vinnie's “purpose” was completed. I guess he could be described as a pawn, a follower that was blinded by his desperation for knowledge and control, but fell into the traps of the bigger entities at play.

thank you for reading! i apologize if i got any characteristics wrong, i just wanted to get my thoughts out. and this is very yap-y, so here's a TL;DR:

Vinnie is a complex ass character, who's blinded by his search for control and answers. He's guilty and self loathing, but avoids responsibility. Basically… opinions vary about him, you either love him or hate him.

#slenderverse #analysis #poetry #character analysis #ramble #vincent emh #vinny emh #everymanhybrid #emh #vinnie everyman #habit emh #vincent everyman #vinny everyman

[gay-dorito-dust]

Full fic idea credit to @goldensunfyre (might need to make this a two parter idk the ending was kinda shit and rushed.)

And thanks to @targtowers for this thought 💭

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Aegon was slinking through the halls of the Red Keep from sleeping in the chambers that use to be yours; Hoping that your scent still lingered on the pillows and sheets like they did the night before your family’s departure back to Dragonstone, when he heard that the King was dead. He had long since accepted from a young age of the harsh reality that Viserys never wanted anything to do with him nor his siblings; Refusing to view or accept them as the children of his loins. Due to Viserys’ attitude, Aegon didn’t feel it was his place to mourn, to cry over a man whom he shared blood and a last name with and nothing more. Instead he felt like he was hearing the passing of someone else’s father rather then his own; incapable of mustering any words of condolences for his sister as he wasn’t at all that close with the decrepit king.

Aegon felt nothing, no remorse, no sadness, no anything. He just felt numb, his foggy mind lost amidst the implications this had on him specifically. He remembered nights where he’d stay up, staring up at the starry skies that hung above his head like the crown he was promised to wear. He wondered that if instead he were born a girl much like Rhaenyra, and if his life would be remotely any different then it was now? Would he finally have Viserys’ eyes on him for once, shining brightly with pride whenever he entered the room instead of dimming with disgusts? Would he finally have the love and care that he had been deprived of all his life? Would he finally be the apple of his eye like Rhaenyra was and defend him and his illegitimate children from all discrepancies until his last breath? Turning a blind eye to his multiple shortcomings and protect him like a father should?

Whatever maybe the case, Aegon was born the first male during Viserys’ second marriage to Alicent. A fate he could not change no matter how much he would plead to the Gods, both old and new. The pressure that came with being the firstborn was never a task he was built for, Aegon never claimed to be strong enough to bear the accursed burden that befell all firstborns in Westeros. Nor did he claim to be strong enough to meet the expectations of his peers to become the perfect prince; For it seemed that no matter what he did it was met with either dismissal or disregard more so from his mother then anyone else. Aegon didn’t need to be told that he was unbefitting to become the future king, the troubled prince was more then aware that he was unfit to rule, unfit for duties he was unsuited.

If he could rid himself of the crown, the throne and strip away his titles, throwing them elsewhere without an ounce of regard for some other aristocratic nob who wants it, he would do so in a heartbeat. It was just unfortunate that he couldn’t. Aegon lost the right of growing up like a normal child; Forced to kill that version of himself with his own hand as his mind was plagued with thoughts that one day his step-sister would reclaim the Iron Throne that was promised on dragon back, taking his head with her as a consolation prize. He regretted it, regretted ever giving his mother the time of day to hear her indecent monologues about procuring the future, for not only him but his future kin also. The kin he firmly believed at one point that he was going to have with you, not Heleana.

Jaehearys and Jaeheara could’ve been yours and his children for when he has asked Alicent if there were ever any plans to have you marry him. She claimed it had been a thought in process that was immediately discarded with your younger brother, Lucaerys, took Aemond’s eye that night on Driftmark. Aegon didn’t know what hurt more, knowing he was originally meant to marry you or the fact that due to your rivalling families, it forced a wedge in your relationship; Causing an ever growing rift to grow between the two of you until it was apparent that neither of you couldn’t recognise the other anymore. Without wanting to be caught like a sitting duck, Aegon hastily rushed to his chambers; Changed out of his clothes to the assortment he wore whenever he payed the streets of silk a late night visit, to then take off into a secrete passage that lead him into town when he heard the sound of footsteps leading up to his chambers.

It didn’t take them long enough for Aegon’s liking to figure out that he had gone missing, seeing as he was still in the midst of locating a believable hiding spot. Then again he felt stupid for underestimating the very people who’s occupation were to oversee his comings and goings. While the Red Keep was filled to the brim with servants, gardeners, guards, knights and so forth; He was the future king of the Seven Realms so it made all the more sense for his recapture to become top priority over someone more replaceable. Aegon had to admit, they were quick to catch on that he had left but even quicker to discreetly dispatch the Kingsguard to go after him without raising suspicion within the public. Which only meant that it was a matter of time before he was brought back to the feet of his disappointed mother and grandfather kicking and screaming. Originally he was planning on hiding within The Great Sept but quickly disregarded it once he saw the cloaked hooded figure of his brother, Aemond and Ser Criston Cole.

Whom in Aegon’s honest opinion looked like a right nonce with that stupid hat on his head. The runaway Prince had to console his snickers behind his hand because the knight looked that stupid in his inconspicuous attire. If anonymity was what they were going for, they missed the mark by a mile but given his one reputation, Aegon couldn’t excuse himself from his own criticisms either. “Shit.” He hissed, pressing himself up against a nearby wall, when Aemond’s eye shifted in his direction. Despite being the eldest, Aemond somehow managed to put the fear of god in Aegon, sure he would take the piss now and then but it was comparatively light then to the teasing he dished out when they were younger. Another instance that the events on Driftmark truly changed the course of everything, if not then an indicator for even worse things to come. “You seen him my prince?” He heard Criston ask Aemond, clenching his eyes shut in hopes that his brother would give him mercy just this once.

“He went this way.” Aemond replied but instead of hearing footfalls coming towards him, they were heard going in the opposite direction of him. Aegon heaved a sigh of relief he didn’t know that he had been holding onto the entire time. Thanking the gods for once before peeling himself away from the wall and began making his way to his second option. The Dragon Pit. His backup plan was more hastily put together then his first, it wasn’t fool proof and it was bound to be intercepted should Aemond change his mind for leading the hunt elsewhere. Aegon surmised that if he could reach the pit before his captures caught up, he could take his dragon and fly to Dragonstone, to you; Proclaim Rhaenyra as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and hope for all responsibility to drop off his shoulders like deadweight so he could fixate on working your relationship to where it once was.

Aemond can have Heleana because all Aegon ever wanted was you; Growing up together since children, you were quite possibly the only person Aegon came to genuinely care for because you cared for him once upon a time ago. Your arms were the first thing he wanted to be within whenever Viserys or Alicent forgot that he too was a child; Holding him tightly as his tears soaked your shirt before helping nurse the blistering red hand marks upon his cheeks by means of a cold compress. Not only did Aegon remember you as kind but also as someone who was unafraid to go against the status quo, as you would often partake in sword training with your brothers, Jace and Luke, alongside Aemond and himself under the tutelage of Ser Criston Cole. The knight was against the idea of you joining at first but when you proven solidifying points as to why you should uptake a means of defence, he merely sighed before gesturing you to pick up a sword from the sword table.

The triumphant look upon your face was one that Aegon would never forget even as he was laying on his back, looking up at you as your sword poised at his throat. It was a look he’d rather have paint permanently upon your face, for the one he received the night he called yours and your family’s legitimacy into question before a thousand pair of eyes broke his heart. The betrayal written clearly within your eyes as you pressed your brothers beaten and bloodied faces into your side, away from sight. The lines in the sand of which you both stood for had been drawn and still to this day they were never crossed. Things only got worse when Vaemond outright called you, Jace and Luke bastards and your mother a whore before Daemon swiftly silenced him for good with Dark Sister. He and Aemond only made things even worse at the banquet for both families, soon after the fight erupted you had grown weary, tired and downright embarrassed that you slipped away to your chambers. Not uttering a single word about it to anyone.

Aegon wanted to right this wrong for awhile but never found the opportune moment. Which maybe due to his…habits and the fact that Alicent forbade him from doing so. “Where that bloody useless prince.” ‘For fucksakes.’ Aegon thought as he stood froze at how clear and crisp Arryk’s voice was. Which might as well insinuate that the whole Kingsgaurd was looking for him. Great. “Not here that’s for definite.” Erryk replied a little way aways. Aegon just had to peer his head round the alleyway, just as the twins were turning to face his direction. Neither him nor the twins moved for a split second as they stared one another down in awkward silence. It only grew more awkward when neither of them did anything until Aegon finally had enough and bolted down the street leading to the Dragon pit. “Oi get back here!” Arryk exclaimed, giving chase as Erryk followed suit although halfheartedly in comparison “He’s heading towards the Dragon Pit!” He shouted to his brother when noticing where the prince was leading them towards.

“He’s backed himself into a corner then the twat!” Arryk responded, confident in his ability in being the one to capture Aegon on Otto’s behalf; Meanwhile Erryk on the other hand made conscious efforts in slowing him and his brother down by tripping over his own feet and pulling his brother down in the process. “What the fuck are you doing Erryk, get off me?!” Arryk screamed, infuriated with his brothers constant fuck ups this morning. Aegon looked over his shoulder to see Erryk wave him away as he floundered with his brother on the cobblestone, mouthing the words ‘go’ as he struggles to restrain a red faced Arryk. The prince didn’t have to be told twice, he mustered up the last ounces of strength he had within; Running the final stretch of town and towards the entrance of the Dragon Pit before collapsing to his knees in exhaustion.

His lungs were begging for rest, his legs were throbbing and felt as though they’ve been set aflame, sweat laced his forehead and sticking strands of his unkept hair to it. Aegon smiled widely, resting his head against the cold stone flooring, sighing in relief. “I’m coming my beloved, just hold out a little longer.” He whispered to himself in an promise of sorts to himself; Removing the now filthied blue from his shoulders as it was beginning to weigh more then it should, allowing it to pool beside him in a heap. However nothing good ever lasted long enough to be savoured as a voice could be heard from behind Aegon. “Hate to cut your celebration short my prince but the running stops now.” Aegon didn’t move, he couldn’t, he had worn himself thin from all the running across town. “When will it get through any of your thick heads that I never wanted to be king.” He spat, unable to comprehend what part of his blatant rejection of the throne and all it entailed wasn’t clicking with any of them. Were they purely stupid or just didn’t care for how he thinks?

“That’s not your choice to make I’m afraid, so why don’t you be compliant to come back with me to Queen Alicent. She’s been worried sick about you.” Aegon couldn’t help but find humour within the irony of the knights words for he began to chuckle under his breath; Situating himself on the cushioning of his legs in an kneeling position, head flung back so he was staring up at the ceiling. “If she cared as much as you claimed then why didn’t she personally see to it then?” He asked as his throat tightened. Aegon was so close, so fucking close to leaving his accursed home for the one within your arms. Was he cursed to be apart from the one that he holds dear or had his luck with the gods ran dry? ‘Fuck.’ He thought bitterly to himself as frustrated tears began to well up in his eyes, much like they always did whenever he felt an abundance of an certain emotion that he couldn’t keep bottled up or express properly. He didn’t know when this habit came to be but deep down he knew it wasn’t one he was going to be shedding anytime soon.

“She has other more important matters to attend to then to personal see to your capture.” The knight replied, “now enough with the games and come-“ his words were interrupted as the guttural screech of Sunfyre could be heard growing ever closer as though affected by Aegon’s desire and frustration to be free. “Call off your pet.” The knight demanded of Aegon, yanking him by his hair. “I didn’t call him,” Aegon grunts, “he’s calling to me.” He smirks as he saw the life leave the knights face, “so I suggest that you let go of me before the Dragon Keepers are forced to scrap your charred corpse off of the premises.” The knight gulped, letting go of his short platinum locks. His eyes darted to whenever they could for the beast, unnerved by the sudden silence. So when nothing happened after sometime the knight snorted, then he chuckled before finally laughing until his stomach hurt. “Was that it?!” He cried, gripping Aegon’s hair once more, causing the prince to grunt, “was that your ultimate party trick? Hate to say it but I’m not impressed.”

Aegon saw from the corner of his eye Sunfyre’s shadow growing ever larger across the walls as he encroached up the slope. “Well if that didn’t please you I’m sure this one will,” he said, glancing at the knight before looking back to his dragon,“Dracarys.” The knight seemed confused for a moment as he turned to where Aegon was looking, his grip loosened enough for the prince to gain some distance just as the knight was bathed in dragonfire, screaming. Aegon wanted to savour this moment but Sunfyre had other motives as he grabbed Aegon’s exhausted form with his claws securely and wasted no time in flying out of the Dragon Pit and on course to Dragonstone.

#hotd fluff #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #hotd imagines #hotd imagine #house of the dragon x you #hotd x reader #hotd x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #Aegon targaryen fanfic #Aegon Targaryen fic #aegon x reader #Aegon x you #Aegon imagines #Aegon imagine #Aegon fic #Aegon fanfic #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #Aegon ii targaryen imagines #Aegon ii targaryen imagine #Aegon ii targaryen fanfic #Aegon ii targaryen fic

[my-name-is-apollo]

How would you describe Hermes? Most fictional adaptations that I've read have made him bland or a class clown obsessed with jokes. I'm trying to write something balanced but I'm unsure how to do it. Do you have any advice?

Personally, I think he fits chaotic neutral alignment more than any other god. I've based my interpretation not just on his myths but also on the domains he rules. For me he's an individualist who does things on a whim. Not that doesn't care for anyone else at all - I do think he genuinely and consistently cares for some of his divine family members. He's thick as thieves with Zeus, Apollo, Pan and Dionysus if you ask me. But towards the others, he is mostly just...idk if apathetic is the right word... but whatever he does - help or harm - depends on whether he thinks it's fun or not. He would also definitely and very easily convince others that he's helping them when in reality, he's not. As long as he is entertained, he would show no remorse for doing what he did regardless of how it would affect the others. This could be fun or terrifying, depending on the situation.

Like you said, the fun side of it is what's usually shown in most of media adaptations I've come across. He is usually written off as a comedic relief who does harmless pranks for laughs. So it would be a good change to see the other, terrifying side of this attitude of his. For all the complaints I have with Rick Riordan's characterization of gods, I've grown to like Hermes' portrayal in his series. He is fun, he is helpful. But he's also negligent and that actually has a significant effect on the others in the series. There's also one instance where Apollo recalls the tale of Hemithea and Molpadia, and he adds that if it was Hermes in his place, he would have just laughed and not done anything to save the girls. So if you want to write something more balanced, you could let his apathetic side peek in between his charming, cheerful nature. You can show that the consequences of his actions are not always fun and lighthearted, but can also be cruel, capable of truly hurting someone. Good luck!

#asks #anon #Hermes #my interpretation is probably very unpopular #both in the modern adaptations and in the community too lol #but I find Hermes' charm in exactly this side of his #like sure he can help you #but if it is more fun torturing you he'll just do that #I also like how he's a scheming lil bastard in Athena complex #and tbh even in lxre olympu$ he does something fucked up #but it's brushed off as nothing because he was complacent with the MC when doing that #that plotline has much potential to make Hermes actually interesting #but oh well

[angel-eyes05]

i remember his hands - chapter 4

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/n will be very fleshed out like im gonna give her everything lol

WARNING: explicit language (sexual and verbal), smut, p in v unprotected (stay safe people), a little angsty, he’s being nice to her awwwwww

CHAPTER WORD COUNT:  2.7k

NOTES: OMG IM SORRY THIS IS COMING SO LATE!!! its kinda coming from the mix of being really busy this past week and not knowing what to write lol so again, sorry

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Saying you were furious with Kang was an understatement. Although at this point, you were more upset with yourself for giving into it that easily. You hadn’t even had a full conversation with him and you had sex with him. Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. That was what upset you the most. You knew exactly what would come of it, and you did it anyways. And worst of all. You liked it. No. You loved it. You tried to make yourself feel better by thinking that it was just the fact that it had been years since someone touched you like that that made you love it. But deep down you knew it was him. The way he handled you, the way he kept teasing and edging you, the way he put you at ease. You loved it. And you wanted it again. 

You had been in this back and forth with yourself for the past three days, the amount of time its been since you’ve started giving Kang the cold shoulder. If you were being honest, you felt bad about how cold you grew towards him. But he deserved it. Part of you wished you had finished the job and killed him then and there. But you didn’t. You still didn’t know why. Right now, you just decided to blame it on clouded judgment from your blood loss. You stopped yourself from trying to figure out why though, as you realized it would send you down a rabbit hole of thoughts. 

After two hours of no luck catching mites for food, you gathered your hunting gear and headed back inside the cabin. And yet again, there he was, just sitting there sprayed across the couch. Despite your pleas to her to get him to work or do anything other than sit around, Janet insisted he needed more to time to recover. Which he would trick her into believing, as you knew what his body was capable of at this point. You would occasionally exchange glances with him while working in the kitchen. In the spilt seconds that your eyes would meet his, you tried desperately to search for any signs of remorse or regret for what he did. But you could never find any. At most, you could only recognize one emotion going through them. Desire. And you knew for what.

Which is why would look away from him so quickly. Janet walked out from her room and over by the couch to talk to Kang. Presumably to try and get some more information out of him. So far, she told you that the only things she found out about him was his name, which you already knew, how he crashed, the core of his ship ran out of energy, and what he called his ship, the Time Chair. He had been secretive about everything else. Frankly, you didn’t really care about finding information about him anymore. You just wanted him out of your house. Janet stood above the couch and asked him to stand up. You turned around to watch and see what would happen. Reluctantly, Kang stood up from the couch and took a couple of steps around the room. You snickered a bit to yourself after seeing the look Janet gave him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling to yourself. “Is everything alright?” He asked sharply. “No no, it’s just funny.” You remarked with a smirk on your face. “That's enough you two.” Janet said, shooting daggers at you. She turned her face back to Kang. “Alright, since it seems like you're well enough to walk, you’re gonna take care of some errands for me in town.” You could see his posture slightly slouch in response to her demand. You couldn’t help but quietly giggle to yourself. “Oh and you’re going with him.” Janet said, turning back to you. Before you could disagree, she said “I need you to show him where everything is and to be there to carry him just in case he can’t walk anymore.” You looked at him up and down, then turned back to Janet. After standing in silence for a second, Janet replied. “Okay, mainly to show him where everything is.” You scoffed to yourself before grabbing your gear and walking outside. Janet tapped Kang on the shoulder as a sign to follow you. He walked outside to find you already about 50 feet ahead of him. This was going to be a long day.

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You walked around the market, making sure to keep at least a five foot distance between the two of you. Your only interaction with him was handing him the bags of wild fruits you purchased to carry. You walked past a pawn shop type building. You knew you and Janet were getting short on cash. You stared at the gold bangle on your left wrist. It was a gift from your father. You could still remember unwrapping the box that contained it on your 14th birthday and putting it on immediately after. You hadn’t taken it off since. But times were getting desperate. And this was your last resort. You took a deep breath and told Kang to wait outside for you. You walked inside and up to the counter to make the trade. You reluctantly unlatched the bracelet and placed it on the counter, tears welling up in your eyes. You took the money from the attendant and turned to leave, but bumped into someone on your way out. “Sorry.” You said without looking at them. 

Your eyes shot up at them though when you felt a hand grab your forearm. “Told you it was her.” One of the men said. Finally taking awareness of your surroundings, you noticed three men crowding around you, one of which held a tightening grip around your forearm. “I thought I told you I didn’t wanna see you around here until you gave me my money.” Once you registered their faces and recognized who they were, you finally responded. “And I’m so terribly sorry it hasn’t gotten to you yet, that’s a real shame on my part.” You replied sarcastically. The man’s smirk dropped as he started to twist your forearm. You stifle a scream as he twists it behind your back. “Oh yeah? And what’s stopping me from breaking your arm and taking what you have now?” You tried to think of a way out of this when you noticed a shard of glass on the floor from when one of the men slammed the pawn shop attendant’s head into the counter. You grabbed the shard of glass and stabbed it into the man’s foot. He screamed and let go of your arm. You picked yourself off quickly from the floor and punched the other two men and ran out the door for your escape. 

Kang was still standing outside the shop when you grabbed his wrist and started running as the two men you punched started to run after you. He breaks away from your grip and starts running with you. “Mind explaining what’s going on?!” Kang shouted at you. “Maybe after we lose them!” You shouted back, maneuvering between the carts and people in the streets. You grab a ball from two children playing in the street and chuck it at one of the men’s heads, knocking him to the ground. You turn a sharp corner and bump into a wandering person, giving Kang time to catch up with you. You grab his wrist again, realizing he isn’t as fast as you are. You look around the street, desperate for an escape. You notice an alleyway just up ahead and run into it, Kang just behind you. You push the both of you back into the darkest corner of the alley as you see one of the men run past. You wait a couple of seconds to see if he will come back before let your guard down. Once a bit of time has gone by, you slunk yourself into the corner. 

“What the fuck was that?” Kang asked angrily. “You know, a little bit of a warning would’ve been nice before you dragged me through the streets while being chas-.” He stops himself when he turns around to see your head cuddled into your knees. He hears slight sobs coming from you mouth. You lift your head from your knees as you clutch the money you just 1) risked his and your life for and 2) just traded away one of your most valuable possessions away for. You couldn’t help but feel at least a little ashamed for breaking down in front of him like this, but you couldn’t help it. He sighed and walked towards you. He kneeled down in front of you and took your face in both his hands. He cupped your cheeks and used his big thumbs to wipe away your tears as they were coming down. “I’m sorry.” was all he could muster up to say. You just nodded in response. “I’m sorry for yelling.” You nodded again, keeping your teary, bloodshot eyes away from his. “And I’m sorry for leaving you that night.” You finally looked at him as he said that. You could see a sadness enter his eyes as you looked at him. Sadness mixed with sincerity. 

You looked back down at the money and clenched it with your hands as you put it away in your jacket pocket. You took some deep breaths, but couldn’t seem to calm yourself down. You just couldn’t believe what you just did. You were angry at yourself for giving something so valuable to you away so easily. And for what? Money that was going to last you two weeks at best. Memories started to flood back into your head. You just missed them all so much. You tried not to think about them too much, but as a result, you began to forget how much they meant to you. You could just sit there for hours, crying and reminiscing. Something ripped you away from those thoughts though. You suddenly felt this huge weight rest upon you. Then it clicked. He was hugging you.

You felt Kang’s big bear arms wrap around your smaller frame. You sniffled as you felt his hot breath graze against your neck. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter and brighter as he tightened his arms around you. You noticed you were beginning to calm down. You pulled away to catch your breath. Then he kissed your temple. Then your forehead. Then the bridge just above your nose. Then your cheek. He stayed on your cheek for a while before pulling away. He was doing it again. His deep brown eyes were swimming oceans into yours. You could sit there for hours just staring at him. Taking in all his features. Noticing the way your cheeks fit into his hands so easily. What happened next was a change in pace though. You kissed him. 

Saying you were kissing him was doing a disservice to both of you though. It was more as if you two were melting into each other. Becoming one. Joining into each other’s body’s. Your hands gripped onto his hips, desperate for more of him. A slight moan escaped him and entered your mouth. You could already feel yourself getting wet. You knew where this was leading. His hands traveled from your jawline to the hemming of your shirt. His warm, coarse hands traveled up your cold, smooth stomach to just underneath your underboob. You took this time to take off your jacket and place it on the floor next to you. Next, you remove your hands from his hips to help him unbutton his pants. You slid them off his legs. He gets the memo and moves his hands from your breasts to your shorts and slides them off. He hooks your underwear with his pointer finger and drags them off. You do the same to his. He helps slide you down from your sitting position to lay down. 

It hasn’t been until this point when your hand dips into a dirty puddle that your remember where you are. You make sure to remind him as well when he goes to take off your shirt. Yeah his cock may be hanging out and your bare ass is out as well, but you’ll take the privacy of a shirt right now if its what you can get. He respects your wishes and puts his lips to your collarbone as he rests just above your hips. After a couple seconds of sucking on your collar, he pulls away, leaving a purplish mark there. You nod in approval just before he slides his throbbing cock into your already tight walls. You let out a wail as he enters into you. He places a hand on your mouth and whispers into your ear. “Not here either.” Yes, you could be slightly louder here than at the house with Janet, but you still had to remember you were in public. You nodded as he continued to slide inside you. You dug your nails into his bare thigh, which only caused him moan more.

Once he was fully inside you, he started thrusting into your hips, fucking you into the hard, rocky, cold concrete below. It definitely wasn’t your ideal setting, but you were gonna take what your could get. His hands moved back underneath your breasts and eventually unhooked your bra. He squeezed one boob with one hand and moved the other underneath your back for more support. Then, he moved his lips back to yours, letting your both release your stifled sounds into each other. It only helped you feel more like you were a part of him. Letting your moans into his mouth as his grunts entered yours. As his thrusts began to speed up, you moved your other hand to his tricep to squeeze for leverage. The deeper into you he went, the more you could feel the heat sink lower into your body. God, you had just started and you were already about to finish. You could sense he was about to also though, with the way his thrusts got messier and his kisses more desperate. 

Everything became so overwhelming to you. You knew he wasn’t going to want to cum before you did, but on the other hand, you didn’t necessarily want to be the first one either. So you stifled the urge by biting down onto his lips. Your lips eventually moved down to his jawline and explored down his neck, until you found the perfect place to begin sucking. His moans into your ear only brought your closer to your brink. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. “G-god Kang I-I’m s-s-sorry, I-I have t-t-to do it-t.” You said, eyes welling up. “Sh-hhhh it-s-s ok. Do it if-f y-you need t-to.” He said quietly into your ear. Suddenly, you let go of everything. You felt the white heat escape your body all at once as it wrapped around Kang’s cock and leaked out of you. You felt yourself relax as Kang began to tense up even more. You moved your hand from his thigh to his cheek and began to rub it with your thumb. “It’s ok, you can do it.” You said tiredly. He closes his eyes, nods, and releases his cum into you. His orgasm takes over his body as he moves his hands to your hips and digs his fingers into them. You both moan as his cum enters your body. 

You both breath heavily once he’s finished and he begins to exit you. He reaches for his underwear and pants before stopping himself. He looks over at you, then grabs your shorts and underwear and helps you put them on before putting on his own. You smile slightly at the kind gesture and help him put on his after you’ve finished with yours. You check your jacket pocket to make sure the money is still inside. Once your hands find it, you take a deep sigh, still disappointed in yourself for making the trade in the first place. Kang notices this and intertwines his fingers into your hand. You look up at him and he smiles at you as he leads you out into the street. You suddenly find yourself doing the last thing you would expect from yourself.

Forgiving him. 

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NEXT PART

A/N: so…hi….its been a minute! again, so sorry for the delay, but if im being honest, i kinda work better when im posting sporadically so yeah dont expect a set schedule for me posting. but yeah i didnt really proofread this chapter cause i wanted to get it out asap so dont judge. but yeah we’ll see where it goes from here lol byeeee.

#quantumania #ant man #kang the conqueror #kang the conqueror x reader #kang x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #i remember his hands #mcu fanfiction #fem!reader

[bleue-flora]

https://www.tumblr.com/bleue-flora/750480278369222656/hate-to-intervene-on-the-discussion-about-the?source=share

sorry late replyy ahh ok I cant believe i just forgot about that part. I litterally wrote out the whole transcript after watching it in my docs and somehow forgot that Tommy wasn't being genuine there. My bad. You're right. Also, with Punz getting closure you've swayed me, I didn't interpret it like that before genuinely.

About the nuke not going off and the no reset, I think the bit at the end showed that both dream and tommy were going to work together, not exactly become friends. I think regardless of their anger with each other, lack of genuine apology, and different methods. They would've of found a way to compromise on how to 'fix the server' I've seen some people theorise that Dream would have gotten rid of the revival book and given up asap. And then Punz would want to stick to the plan and ditch Dream. I mean I don't know entirely about that. It makes it sound like Punz only cared about the book when on so many occasions he has defended Dream. No idea what will happen with the book. Dream didn't believe it was too late anymore, and was relatively open to change, But he is going to take a while to come into terms with what happened, like you said it would take time. maybe the compromise is using the book sparingly but i guess that ruins the point

tommy and tubbo are morally against the revival book and would never agree to go by those methods and majority of the server probably agrees with them except foolish, potentially sapnap since he had the death book, and quackity who wanted the revive book but he'd never work with dream and theres others that I'm forgetting. tommy going back to causing problems?, I agree with however I could see him being more perceptive of the people around him, and avoiding dream now that he realizes dreams human, maybe Im gullible but i interpreted his actions in the final stream as feeling empathetic even though not apologising properly except for the nuke. Theres also the consequences that tubbo would face for setting off a nuke to begin with, that and the fight with dream xd but ig since theres no reset then dream xd got defeated? idk also what happens to lazar and vikk r they just left dead lol. its like 5am for me

Yooo please share the transcript, I love to study them for writing dialogue.

Yea I mean I do think they would try and compromise and work together in some capacity, but I guess what I was saying was I struggle to see Tommy’s behavior change. Maybe I’m wrong, but the fact that their was not genuine admission of guilt or remorse makes me think that Tommy wouldn’t stop being a menace and hurting Dream if the nuke hadn’t happened and Dream wouldn’t stop trying to stop Tommy with whatever means necessary. Maybe I’m wrong though. I don’t know honestly, there’s a lot of variables at play with two very broken, impulsive and emotional characters. So I’m not sure what would have happened if the nuke hadn’t happened (with Tubbo or XD or whatever as well… that shall remain up to people’s aus and fanfiction). But I don’t think things would change between them as fast as we think. If they ever did apologize to each other, it would take time and healing for that to happen. And like they wouldn’t just magically start getting along. In other words, whatever happened next would be complicated and messy, and probably not work out anyways because some of the other characters aren’t about to just let Dream back into the fold.

Having said that, from my understanding it wouldn’t be that Punz or Dream would give up the revive book (it’s not like they can get rid of it since it’s knowledge lol XD), more so just not go through with their plan to kill everyone or whatever. And I certainly don’t think Punz only cared about the book or would continue with the plan without Dream. They were friends before, Punz isn’t just Dream’s friend for payment or immortality and the revive book. 

But anyways… clingy duo are kinda funny in their anti-revive book stance because they really weren’t at first and honestly as Dream actually highlights in the finale [clip] if Tommy had killed himself, would he have been fine with being in limbo - and Tommy does not answer. I I think they were more against the idea of immortality, but missing the point that people on the server seem to be dying well before getting to more natural causes of death like old age - so basically Death is all good and well if it's not premature (and preferably someone else). Like, literally when he does die a few minutes later, he begs Dream and Punz to bring him back. So, while clingy duo talk all high and mighty about the revive book being bad, when push comes to shove, they don’t want to end up in limbo (despite being more than willing to send Dream there). And do the other server members not agree with the revive book? Like I’m not sure that’s true, I don’t particularly remember people talking about how people should stay dead. In fact, people seem to have forgotten about the book so much so that Sapnap is caught off guard by the book when he and Dream talk after the prison break. (where he then immediately wants to get his hands on it…). So I'm not so sure the majority of the server are really against it... 'But that's just a theory. A dream smp theory! Thank for reading.' ;D

#I'm always right ;) #jk lol XD #dsmp analysis #dreblr #dsmp au #dsmpblr #c!discduo #c!dream #dsmp #dream smp #c!stagedduo #c!staged duo #c!tommy #c!punz #hello there #let me cook

[strawberrybabydog]

Hi! Regarding your reblogged personal post on abuse and system accountability, we wanted to reach out to say that we personally don’t see anything wrong with being cold, dismissive, or even lashing out at your abuser. While it might make you seem like an asshole to those who don’t know about what you went through, that doesn’t change the fact that you were abused. No victim should ever be forced or expected to treat their abuser with kindness and respect, especially if their abuser still behaves poorly or hasn’t taken ownership of their past actions.

You don’t owe your abuser an apology. You don’t owe him feelings of remorse, either. Outsiders aren’t aware of the full story, and that may lead them to the wrong conclusions, but that is in no way your fault.

So sorry if this ask is invasive or unwanted. We just want to let you know that we’re in your corner, we understand what you’re feeling, and we’re wishing you peace, respite, and comfort! Hopefully better system accountability will come with time and practice, but in this particular instance, we don’t think any member of your system has behaved rashly or in a way that’s unjustified!

thank u i really needed to hear this. i feel like in general you might be right but yeah its complicated . more abt it below sorta if any1 is interested

our abuser does recognize what he does to us to some extent? but doesnt stop and keeps... trying??

we had more level-headed protectors near the beginning but This One Fella's anger just grows and grows with every betrayal. it is also (primarily) a prosecutor though and another problem with it, is it turns it's anger onto us as well during these times. i, myself, do not remember the specifics of what it says to our abuser, but our abuser describes her as having no limits and suddenly cutting deep. i do know that whatever she says can be very personal, and she is very mean-spirited. this is mostly the behavior we're unproud of - not just lashing out in anger, but throwing personal specific insults or using sensitive personal information against abuser. it's justified i guess, but still doesnt fully feel right. it feels relieving, but it's still Bad Coping

now that im typing this... maybe our hosts just need to become more comfortable sitting in anger in general. i feel like im describing a feeling of, all of my anger is unjustified and i should just Not Be Angry, and maybe thats just not fair to us? i dont know. it still doesnt feel right to use personal attacks, even if it feels good

it is a complicated situation and idk if there is a correct answer or not. im trying to figure it out. i know my words could never do even close to the damage he has done to me but hhhhh Hurt People Is Bad !!!!!! it is not good it sux !!!

#or idk maybe i have le woke liberal mind virus or whatever and my brain is just like Everyone Should Hold Hands Forever Yippie ^_^ #WHATEVA I GUESS. WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT IN THERAPY. HOPEFULLY #only good useful thing my dumbass abuser ever did 4 me is this bitch is sending me to therapy after 3 years. amen #after the amount of lying and putting me in psychosis on purpose/delusion planting i think its about time i go to therapy about it damn #bottom teir #help babydog #babydog helped #systema sobaky #big feelings #asks #personal #not dog

[satorusplayplace]

I just read your Cheong-san × Reader fic and I'd love to see a part two. TuT <3 Maybe you could explore how the reader was still upset/hurt (or both lol) about/by what Cheong-san did, and Gwi-nam's reaction? 👀

PART ONE

AHHH SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS. school can really kick your butt. ㅜㅡㅜ 

word count ;;  990

genre ;; cheongsan x gn!reader, angst, romance, angst with semi? good ending, gwinam x gn!reader, cheongsan a big of a wussy…

warnings ;; language, cheongsan can be a dick, gwinam gets soft, THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW THE PLOT BUT MIGHT HAVE SPOILERS SO BEWARE.

summary ;; recap of part one: cheongsan is dating y/n but still has feelings for onjo. when gwinam is coming to get his revenge on cheongsan and bites y/n, cheongsan still feels some type of way.

part two: gwinam now knows about what happened, his reaction wasn’t the best at all. in his mind, all he could think was getting cheongsan dead. gwinam thought about y/n though. as they were scared and yet confused and didn’t know what to do. he tried to comfort them in the process. (WARNING: feelings may arise.)

BIG NOTE: IM SORRY IF THIS IS SO RUSHED !!!!!!

note: if you want a part three please let me know!!! This is before I finished writing so idk if I added a cheongsan and gwinam ending. If I do, you guys may request for an afterwards! But most likely I may not do it since I like to leave everyone In their own imaginations 💀💀 but also I may do it since I really do enjoy gwinam! I finally got something from school done and I’m hoping I won’t be set back that much anymore with things I’m doing. 

TAGLIST: I didn’t know if you guys all wanted to be tagged but since you commented and have been waiting for so long. please enjoy :D @simpfor-gwi-nam @minaanyl22 @blueturkeyfarmland @istantxt @snixx2088 @dreamzluvrr @jjnnnyy @mitsurisfavgf

gwinam is the type of man to have zero remorse and give zero fucks about anyone. but now, he has one scared person who is (height). he thinks that no matter what height you are, now you have to be brave and try to survive but as the two are half zombie, half human. or maybe full zombie, and just have a good IQ…

gwinam has to be able to comfort you but in a way he’s never done. he’s always never wanted to tease you. he thought you were nice but in reality it’s probably because you’ve always known him as gwinam and not the toy of bullies and apart of the bullies. no one would call him by his name but you. he enjoyed it. he liked it a lot. gwinam knows that he has to be able to comfort you. he takes you to a room that’s been empty for a while.

“listen, i know i’m not the best person who can comfort you but i promise i won’t ever hurt you. cheongsan did… and… i…i can see why you would go back to him… because obviously you still have feelings for him and all that bullshit. but don’t go back to that nerd. he’s just into that other bitch or whatever. fuck him. you’re better off with me.” you smiled at his words because the boy struggled a bit to find words to help with somewhat of comforting you. you smiled at gwinam.

“thank you gwinam. i’ve always tried to help you in some way by calling you by your name. i wanted you to change your ways but obviously not everything works out, obviously not with me… haha… but i appreciate your advice.” you told him.

you both leave the room and go on. you both just walk in silence and then you give him a hug. you did appreciate his advice and you’re deciding what to do. you should choose. you can’t have both of them. as gwinam has been there for you crying your eyes out. as hearing cheongsan confess his dying love for fucking onjo. which grew a strong hatred for her and cheongsan. you just didn’t know what to do.

you just stayed with gwinam for the time being and gwinam just kissed your head. you looked at him in shock. it’s funny how feelings can arise in the matter of a few days, isn’t it? it’s very weird. but you liked it. gwinam felt right… but so did cheongsan.

gwinam and you started holding hands and you looked up to smile at him. as you guys walked you approach a bunch of zombies and found the group.. cheongsan and the others..

CHEONGSAN ENDING:

you lead gwinam to cheongsan and the group. allowing him to grab cheongsan but instead of letting gwinam take cheongsan and kill him. you elbow him in the eye and then kick him in the shin. you grab cheongsan and tell them all to get out.

“leave now.”

you fight off gwinam as much as you could and then run. you ran as far as you could. you ended up catching up to them.

“are you fucking crazy?”

“you could’ve died you idiot???”

“what is wrong with you?”

“why did you go with that disgusting freak?”

“are you okay?”

“did he hurt you?”

you were still panting so suhyeok and namra tell them to give you space. you were so crowded. you finally started to catch your breath and started to explain everything.

“so we ended up talking, he didn’t hurt me, but i missed you guys. i missed you all. i missed you too cheongsan… and i realized that i really love you and it’s okay if you still like onjo I guess. not like we were out and everyone knew we were dating so I mean whatever…”

cheongsan ends up pulling you into a kiss and hugs you tight.

“never leave me again.”

you guys walk to the safe zone and they clear you all. but namra and you have to go into another zone for some other help since you guys are like half zombies. you never thought it would be better here.

GWINAM ENDING.

you helped gwinam take cheongsan and the others make it out with onjo fighting them to get to cheongsan. you snarled at her and made her back off. you allowed gwinam to fight cheongsan, you saw something in the air and immediately told gwinam that you guys had to go.

“get one last punch and we gotta go babe.” you say to him and he gets it in and leaves the bleeding cheongsan left to die and get eaten.

you both run as fast as possible and leave. you guys hear the explosion, it was so fucking loud. your ears were ringing so bad, it hurt like hell. you held onto gwinam though. made sure he was still there. he also held onto you. you both were panting and as you caught your breathes.

you smiled at each other. you guys got away and got some revenge on cheongsan. “let’s not go to the safe zone. I bet it’s safer here anyways for us half zombies I guess…” he agreed and pulls you in for a kiss. it took you by surprise… it felt like fireworks and it just felt right and not wrong. it felt like butterflies. it felt like the best feeling ever. you both just walked around and smiled at each other. it made you happy and him. he protected you and fed you since you got scared to still. he made sure you were being fed though. you were his everything just as he was yours.

you felt so free with gwinam. the man made you feel so alive. he felt like home. you absolutely loved it. you wished nothing but to continue to feel this feeling over and over until you guys are dead.

#aouad x reader #aouad #cheongsan x reader #lee cheong san #cheongsan #cheong san #aouad x gn reader #aouad fanfic #fanfic #romance #angst #gwinam #gwi nam #aouad gwinam x reader #lee suhyeok #namra

[pysoch]

I've HAD IT up to HERE with MISCHARACTERIZATION OF MY BOOKIES in terms of RELATIONSHIPS.

What set me over the edge was JACQUES BONNEFOY.

So for tonight and tonight ONLY I'm setting aside my pride to tell MY headcanons of the mercs and what'd they do in relationships.

Mentions of nsfw because yes, I'm tired of that shit too.

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Scout:

- Wants to drive hot wheels over you

- Would not boast about you as a person. He'd tell everybody else that he's dating someone hot but you're not a name-drop. His ass would not say "Oh yeah? Well I'm dating Kinsleigh!"

- Doesn't understand women. He's accidentally extremely disrespectful on occasion and doesn't understand everything immediately

- He'd take a long fucking time to apologize, too. Constantly denies he's wrong

- it's the 1950s. He expects you to do that kind of stuff, like cooking n whatever, but he's definitely more lax about it

- Would go after hard-to-get girls, not ones that instantly fall for him.

- Constantly tries to upshow other dudes and gets insecure and jealous often due to both his own self esteem and being the runt of the mercs.

- Finishes fast and isn't keen on aftercare. This sentence means exactly what you think.

Soldier:

- Goes after assertive and strong women (not even headcanon; y'all all know Zhanna).

- Would prioritize America over you, and at the very MOST would put you and the country at equal importance.

- Likes his own space when he sleeps, no he would not cuddle or anything unless you incited it

- Same thing in bed. NEVER makes the first move. He's aight though. Good enough pace ig.

- Public displays of affection are is endgame. He expects and wishes you to be just as hyped about the borderline voyeurism too. (Don't look that up. Iykyk)

- Instant lovedove. No slow burn with this fella. Sorry!

- His stuff is disorganized and he prefers if you DON'T touch it

- appreciates if you cook but no cleaning

- very very very loud and expects you to tolerate it. If you can, great for you I think

Pyro:

- idek where to begin with this guy.

- No he would not take off his mask for you after like a week of dating are you out of your mind.

- Probably wouldn't EVER take off the mask for you. Being real here.

- If you try to take anything off of him he immediately goes guns ablaze, no remorse no shits given.

- wtf do I even say about sex???? I do not see him ever taking off that flame suit, yet I will say I do counter the usual fandom belief that he's childlike and consider him in his widely headcanoned age of being 40/50. I think he's had his fair share of sexual thoughts and fantasies.

- Love language is words of affirmation. He'll mumble shit to you constantly and expect you to positively react. For you to please him I think it's best to go with gift giving.

- Absolutely mammoths level rich but doesn't use the money and doesn't give a fuck what you do with it, either.

- Wants you to be as hype about fire as he is. He would not date someone afraid of it. Sorry :3

- Extremely loud somehow. Shows you everything he likes.

Demoman:

- If his mom doesn't approve of you he'll be wary

- Expects you to respect and uphold to her standards

- If you don't like alcohol or cleaning other people's messes he isn't for you.

- Extremely intelligent and will often tell you stuff in the rare, RARE moments he's sober. If you like smart people that's an option maybe idk

- Horndog and I absolutely mean it. Bro put a sticky note on his dick. Mediocre pace but somewhat has aftercare

- snores so fucking loud you die

- Talks to eyelander and expects you to say hello, too

- Tells you stories often and you guys visit Ms. DeGroot from time to time

Heavy:

- This man can TREAT. YOU. RIGHT.

- His sisters keep him in check for you and love your company, but would also split your neck open with a spoon if you hurt Misha.

- His mom loves you if you treat family as your priority

- Would rather you know Russian, or he'd give the best lessons he could. He wants to be able to fluently speak to you like that so he comes across more clear

- no I cannot stress enough how sweet this guy would be.

- Still likes Sasha more :3

- Cleaning is meh but he hopes you're a good cook. Food is big in his family and I'm positive that's their psuedo-love-language.

- You get fur stuff a lot.

- His sisters and mom tell you embarrassing stories a lot about him

- He'd definitely at some point realllyyyy late in your relationship (perhaps waiting until marriage, even) would sit you down and talk about his dad. Extremely sensitive topic, and if you ask before or after that convo he says "For another time."

- I think he's mid at sex and real sensitive about it. Doesn't like to talk much about such stuff, more of a "if it happens" thing.

Engineer:

- lord

- Treats you right if you do the same

- still likes a lil attitude ifyk

- absolute GENTLEMAN when he needs or wants to be

- doesn't talk to you about the mercs n shit, but will definitely yap about his machines

- huge factor in if he likes you is a test on how you treat/react to Pyro

- uses southern innuendos often and will explain them if you're confused

- family is big for him, too, and he often talks to you about having a son who could take the Connagher(??) last name

- pretty good in bed but loud. Very loud. And says corny stuff. One of the best when it comes to aftercare though

- works hard, and often overworks until he's exhausted and needs to be told to stop

- doesn't like being told to stop but will never raise his voice at a lady

- likes reading and wants you to read with him too so y'all have a tiny book club

- very sentimental

- better be a good cook. Cleaning is also appreciated but eh

Medic:

- I cannot explain to y'all how BADLY this man is mischaracterized in EVERYTHING.

- Massive dork. He is not a smooth talker, he is not a sultry and mysterious man. He yaps often, and it lasts long.

- No inside voice most of the time

- His doves over you ANY day.

- I mean this sincerely and as someone who is an avid Medic-lover; he would be a terrible partner.

- Work is prioritized over you, but he's not the type to stay up super duper late unless it's extremely important. He at one point (supposedly) had a degree, I think he'd know how to take care of himself

- blind as a bat without those tiny ass glasses

- no fr why are they so small?

- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP MAKING HIM UNBEARABLY HORNY. IT DRIVES ME MAD. IT DRIVES ME INSANE. I WANT TO RIP OUT MY HAIR. MY LONG, LUSCIOUS, LIGHT BROWN HAIR.

- he is NOT constantly horny. He is NOT good in bed. He is fifty, he is aging, he is tired, the most you'll get out of this fucker is missionary or riding. That's IT. STOP. STOP MAKING HIM A VIAGRA-INDUCED SEX DEMON. STOP IT. PLEASE.

- HE DOESN'T EVEN MAKE MUCH NOISE EITHER AND HIS AFTERCARE IS PASSING OUT ON TOP OF YOU. THAT'S IT. THATS. IT.

- NOT A POWER BOTTOM, NOT A SADISTIC TOP, HE'S LITERALLY JUST THERE. HE'LL TRY BUT ITS NOT ANYTHING CLOSE TO YOUR SICKENING MINDS.

- ok

- doesn't care if you know German or not and whenever you ask for the definition of words he's saying he'll just brush it off

- often shushes you.

- don't touch his stuff

- heavily appreciates you doing laundry, helping with work, getting food, and straightening up, but again doesn't like you touching his stuff without permission

- during operations you are OUT of the ward. No questions asked.

- travelholic.

Sniper:

- you're getting nothing from this man

- I am so sorry but it's true

- lone guy.

- for the sake of this let's say by some gold given chance he wants you or whatever;

- better like piss being around

- contrary to popular belief, I think he'd be a talker. Voice lines, comics, etc show he's quiet when he's sniping n such or whatnot, but he still talks a fair amount and throws a lot of slang around whether you know it or not.

- don't bother him while he's working at all.

- where the hell did the belief come from that he'd like fuck you in an outpost or whatever have y'all given your brain to Satan he'd never fucking do that

- insomniac

- not a cuddler. Sleeps fetal.

- in fact I don't think he'd be a guy for sex at all. Sure maybe he'd get in the mood or whatever but it'd be kinda gross I don't think he's a frequent showerer or anything like that

- two pairs of clothes don't touch them

- cooking is mid he likes doing his own stuff

- van smells. It's uncomfortable.

Spy:

- not named something stupid

- firmly believe you would also have absolutely no shot with him whatsoever but for the sake of whatever sure let's imagine you're scouts mom or something

- doesn't take of that goddamned balaclava like ever

- maybe to sleep or to shower but that's all you're getting

- sentimental, love language is gift giving but he likes being told words of affirmation

- speaks with sprinkled French and metaphors all the time and that's bound to get annoying real fast

- not keen on telling you personal details or stories but will somewhat eagerly listen to yours

- he goes for insane chicks. Definitely.

- better like nicotine and cigar smoke

- doesn't listen if you tell him the health costs (again, 1950s)

- loves receiving your cooking and cleaning is very very appreciated

- very much likes spending time with you but also with that border of professionalism vs personal life

- I can't believe I have to say this but he would abandon you in an instant if you were pregnant or whatever. This is a squared situation.

- mediocre in bed definitely doesn't like to admit he's not in control but let's be real he'd rather someone else do the heavy work

- not anything to do with what I just said but his legs are so skinny it's hilarious he's built like a preschool project

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SIGH.

This was somewhat mid to write because I'm an extreme asexual and dislike sex but its gotten so bad I can't read any fanfic anymore without immediately wanting to twist my nose into my skull.

Love y'all! And again this is my personal opinions n shit. Do whatever the hell you want.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #teamfortress #tf2 #tf2 comics #headcanons #tf2 memes

[poisonousquinzel]

see, it's scenes like this that make me so beyond angry about the direction they took this arc in Season 3, and is one of the main reasons why I can not bring myself to give a single shit about anything this show does anymore.

Like I used to at least pay attention for Harley and Ivy's stuff and their relationship arc, cause I'm frankly not a huge fan of the humor or the writing for a lot of parts (but y'all know I will typically put up with a lot for Harley content) (not to mention all the other issues the shows got) but everything I've seen and watched about Season 3 just insulting to the severity of Harley's story. Namely because of all the shit they decided to pull with this bleached eyesore and his idk not redemption redemption arc. It's disgusting. Who the fuck cares what his politics are?!?

And this is just so out of character for Ivy?? What the hell??

She. Was. Fucking. Murdered. By. Him.

Why does it feel like that Fact been brushed off as just a silly thing to have no hard feelings over?? She literally died. He fucking harpooned her through the heart and she died in Harley's arms.

Why is she gossiping about their shared little annoyances that've come from being in a relationship with Harley?? It's an invasion of privacy??

He's Harley's abuser and she's chatting with him like he's their mutual friend and this is just casual banter.

"Seriously dude? I'm not gonna do that thing where we commiserate over the person we've both dated."

And then she precedes to do exactly fucking that over Harley not breaking down a cardboard box. Wow, brava' there honey. you really stood your ground. Tf is with this characterization for her??

And like, instead of maybe bringing up this little pet peeve to her girlfriend in casual conversation, she'd rather get into a casual gossiping session with Harley's Abusive Ex Boyfriend where they're talking about all the little things that are just so bothersome apparently that she just has to confide in The Joker about it.

Like??????

Not to mention, but I'm sorry, the writers attempts to completely dismiss and gloss over Joker's real actions and the story they themselves fucking built up in Season 1 is so damn obvious.

"You know what I really loved about her though? The way she went along with whatever planned I asked her to do. Even when I knew she hated the idea."

"Well, you know, add that to the shit pile of reasons you were a toxic partner and a total narcissist."

I'm sorry? Toxic partner? is that all? just a toxic partner? is there not maybe a better, more descriptive and on the nose word for the type of man he was during his relationship with Harley? Like Abuser / Abusive Partner.

Because, news flash to the writers, there is and can be a difference between being toxic, having toxic traits, or a toxic outlook on relationships, and being abusive towards your partner.

and This is just minimizing the extensive list of shit he put her through and labeling it all as solely "toxic partner" behavior.

He's An Abuser Who's Shown No Remorse Towards His Victim.

Say the fucking word. It exists for a reason.

It's not "toxic", it's abuse. It was an Abusive Relationship. He was an Abusive Partner.

And Ivy knows that?!?!?!?!

Why is she sugarcoating shit???

"What Harley and I have is 100% different. We are equals. I'd never ask her to compromise herself like you did."

Like, Ivy could have put her foot down on that much, much clearer. Because it's almost like their relationship is different and it's biggest difference is not a simple "well I don't ask her to compromise herself."

But having Ivy say something like

"well, I'm not an abusive piece of shit who physically assaults her and berates her when she doesn't do what I want like you did throughout the entirety of your relationship because you're a narcissistic, abusive dickhead."

kinda brings up the fact that oh, right, Joker's a fucking domestic abuser,,, and boy do they seem to wanna forget that was the entire characterization for him in Season 1 because it doesn't fit his rushed, poorly done "redemption arc" where he did exactly nothing to deserve it, but got one anyway.

Cause, apparently, no one that gets ahold of Harley's character will just permanently kill the motherfucker and give him the karma he deserves.

#tw abuse mention #tw clown boy #poison ivy #pamela isley #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #*throws the show into the same category as the eb kt comic* #ah ooc insulting nonsense #how i hate you. #injustice ivy would fight this ivy for doing this and she would win. #hell #who am i kidding #season 1 ivy would fight this ivy and win through sheer rage #hi random post from my drafts i shall post now ❤️💞❤️ #♢ meta & analysis ♢ #not like technically but its a rant so im posting it in my tag sksksks

[eunchancorner]

Ok,idk if u take requests from the same person twice,but I've had this idea all day.......ghost Jon tickling tord to show he's forgiven

Let me just say something, to you and all of my previous askers: I LOVE when people ask for more than one fic. It makes me feel like you just like my writing that much, to ask for more. It feels very nice ^w^

  Ler Jon, Lee Tord

Warning: Mentions of  m u r d e r, and cussing

Word count: 1088

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Tord never regretted killing anyone. Not once. After all, he was Red Leader. He went on killing sprees for fun. He did that kind of thing professionally, and without remorse.

So why was this random man he had never spoken to, who he remembered killing, suddenly stuck in his mind?

It couldn’t have been remorse or regret. No, not at all. Maybe it was how shockingly… plain he looked, even while bleeding out of his chest. Maybe it was the fact he had died in someone else’s arms. Maybe it was because this man had made him miss his one fucking shot at killing that damn JEHOVAH’S WITNESS ASSHOLE-

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, taking a sip of hot cocoa. It was too frozen outside to get anything accomplished, so he had given himself and most of his staff the day off. A nice, relaxing day in with nothing more than a cup of cocoa, whatever song he could get working on his arm’s speaker, and a nice comfy chair. It was all he needed…

That is, if he could stop thinking about that man.

What was it he had heard that other one call him? ‘John’? That seemed about right. He took out a piece of paper, placing it down and writing the name on it, then leaned back, holding it up and reading it over and over, trying to remember how exactly his face looked. He remembered it being so… plain. Normal. Short tan hair. Blue button up shirt. That was what was most notable about him. How utterly forgettable he looked. Even his name was plain.

“Hm. Ironic…” he mumbled, tilting his head as he read the paper.

“Actually, there’s no ‘h’ in my name.”

Tord literally leapt out of his chair upon hearing that, looking back to see a partially transparent figure peeking from behind. It took him a bit to realize, this was the ghost of this very John- er, Jon. Was that why he was so stuck in his head? He was literally HAUNTING him?! Should he call someone? A priest or exorcist? What was he supposed to do with a literal ghost in his room?!

“Are you here for revenge?” was the one question that escaped his lips, clicking multiple buttons on his robotic arm as though he could find a defense option for vengeful spirits.

“What?! No, of course not!”

“And why would I believe that? Hell, I don’t know why I asked. You’re obviously here to make sure I suffer just as much, huh?”

“No, no, that’s not it at all! I promise!”

“A ghost has nothing to promise on!”

“What does that even mean?!”

“IT MEANS I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!”

Jon was beginning to see why Tom hated this guy, he was pretty frustrating. He only wanted to talk with someone, and this guy seemed cool despite killing him. But how was he meant to prove he only wanted to talk? That he was a friendly ghost?

Wait… That’s it!

“Then let me prove it to you, with a little game!” Jon offered innocently, and while Tord was skeptical, he knew he was much less likely to die if he somehow won this ‘little game’.

“Alright… how does this game go…?” he questioned, obviously nervous.

“Simple! I turn invisible, and you have to try to catch me! I’ll keep giving little hints of where I am, and if you manage to grab me, you win! But, if I win… I get to choose my prize! Sound fair?”

“Is your prize… blood?”

“No! Stop thinking I want to kill you!”

“Ok, ok, I’ll try. Let’s begin…”

“Great!” Jon chirped before turning invisible and began moving around the room, occasionally tapping on something, giving hints like he said. Tord, however, refused to move, thinking one wrong step could lead to his demise.

Jon saw how tense he was, and it made him upset. Thankfully, with Tord standing still, he could initiate his plan flawlessly.

Poke.

Tord flinched as he felt it, sudden and surprisingly ticklish for a single touch. He looked around, rubbing his side where he’d felt it.

Another poke, right between his ribs on the same side. He noticed how Jon seemed to avoid his injured side, which was pretty considerate, oddly enough.

He squeaked as he felt a poke right above his hip, quickly covering the spot with his hand, his head whipping around as though he could use sight against the ghost.

“Ohh, good spot?” he heard an enthusiastic chirp from somewhere on his left, and instead of answering, he lunged in the general direction, grabbing exactly nothing.

“Woah! Got pretty close! But not close enough, I’m afraid!” Jon punctuated his sentence with some quick pokes to Tord’s hip, earning a squeaky giggle before he reached out for his hands. Nothing, again.

“Not quite!” he heard the sweet chirp before he felt something fluttering against his neck, pulling yet another surprised giggle from him as he scrunched up.

“Dahammit, stop moving!” Tord demanded, reaching for him fruitlessly again.

“No way! That’s half the fun! Oh, by the way, you only have a minute left to catch me!”

The cycle continued that whole minute: Jon would find another tickle spot and poke at it until Tord reached to stop him, then he’d back off for a few seconds before coming back. After nearly a minute had gone by, he started counting down.

“5…”

“WAIT-”

“4…” 

“Nononono I can’t lose!”

“3…” poke poke poke.

“Nohohoho c’mere!!” he reached, but nothing.

“2…”

“No goddammit!”

“1! Time’s up! Looks like I win!” Jon chirped as he turned visible, standing in front of Tord with a sweet smile. “And that means I get to choose my prize! And I want it to be…” he looked the man up and down before he decided on something he was sure they’d both agree on.

“I want my prize to be you telling me about yourself!”

“I… really? That’s all you want?” the Nordic boi questioned, skeptical.

“I mean, unless you really want to go through a nice, long round of tickling~”

“NONO- No, telling you about me is fine!”

“Great! And maybe afterwards you can show me around! I wanna remember this place before I go. Sound good?”

“You know what, Jon? It does. Come, let’s talk,” Tord smiled a bit as he sat down in his chair, Jon floating beside him as he began to walk through his tale of life.

Turns out not all ghosts are vengeful.

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This is utter ass, I’m sorry, but I got it done while listening to music so I was basically only half-focused ;w;

#eun writes #eddsworld #ew #eddsworld jon #ew jon #eddsworld tord #ew tord #eddsworld tickles #ew tickles #tord #jon #ghost!jon #ler!jon #lee!tord #ticklish!tord

[nonclassyparty]

Ive been a silent reader of yours all this time but I have to speak up on this. I'm sorry but I just can't agree with this "San has done bad things but that's okay because so did others" that's like saying this murderer is horrible for killing innocent people but it's not really THAT bad(?) because there are others who committed murder too I don't know if I'm explaining it right because English is not my first language lol. Regardless if others have done bad things, it doesn't justify San's shitty deeds. One's bad deeds should never be downgraded/downplayed just because there are others who do bad things too so I find it pointless to bring up others like y/n seonghwa wooyoung etc when we're talking about San and the things he's done or why people think he's irredeemable. Also maybe because I've dealt with someone irl like starring role San and that's why his character is just irredeemable to me. Like I don't care how bad he feels after for doing what he did, the impact of his actions is still 10x more hurtful than whatever remorse or guilt he felt and the fact that he KEEPS doing it despite being self aware makes it even more worse than it already is actually. I wish we can have a conversation about people's terrible deeds without bringing up others to either make justifications or comparisons.

Like if a person killed somebody then feels guilty about it but then does it again. It just doesn't make sense to me (I know San is not a killer lol but I'm trying to make an analogy and this the best my non English speaking ass can come up with)

For me San is an asshole point blank period and if we're being for real, a person like him who grew up with that mindset can't change in as little as two years. Before anybody come here and say i'm team mingi and thats why I'm saying this, actually I'm team nobody. I'm just here to read this very entertaining and we'll written au 🥰

ouuuuuuu i love this, had to get a drink before i started typing. and don't worry your english is fine everything is great, i get what you're saying. soooo let's talk;

first of all, i need all of us to be on the same page here so let me ask you guys (all of you that actively participate in these little quiz nights 😭), what is it that san did wrong exactly? and i don't mean "he did this wrong so he doesnt deserve to be with yn" we're not talking about that and frankly don't care about, its what did he do wrong that makes him a bad irredeemable character? i'm genuinely curious about this.

while writing this story, i can think of two instances where he actually fucked up but still not to the point where its not redeemable.

you say bad deeds of the other characters shouldn't be brought up when talking about san's? and i disagree! you know why? it's not bc i'm trying to downplay his wrongdoings ( or trying to justify them, if it ever seemed like that then i probably didnt word myself right) or bc it's "Oh san my poor meow meow he can't be the bad guy!!!!!" but because all of the characters that i've compared him to are halfway ( if not the whole way) already forgiven by the readers and why is that? what makes them more redeemable than him and where is the line drawn when it comes to forgiveness? again we are not talking about relationship-with-y/n forgiven but "he's not the villain" forgiven bc apart from y/n's mother i don't think there are any other villains 😭

(and this is not defending san, he is an asshole i'll be the first one to say it bc i literally created him😭 but that's simply not all that there is to him bc as people we are not one dimensional. no one is all good and all bad, there's no such thing unless we're talking about idk psychopaths or something lol and just bc we haven't seen san's good towards y/n doesn't mean there's no good at all. i've already written all his parts for the next chapter so this is just a formal notice that i won't be trying to make him more appealing so he can get sympathy points or something and i can say that he won't be asking for forgiveness either but he will be in a huge chunk of the chapter and for all of you that plan on just blocking out everything he says well...u wont be having a good time😭)

[alyjojo]

Family Ties 🤍 - July 2023 - Gemini

Overall energy: 8 Cups rev

“It’s me, hi, I’m the problem.” Apparently that’s going to keep being the thing in my head when someone is the problem. In this case, it’s you dear. Judgement hopped out of the deck like five times during the preshuffle, and I’m getting that it’s your judgement of your family that’s caused a lot of pain. I gotta say, everything I’ve pulled in this reading so far reads like one long guilt trip. I personally am not a fan of that whole tactic as a means of coercion, it’s manipulative af, and you showing up as Queen of Swords probably agree. That could be something you deal with regularly. But for Spirit to communicate from this angle, it could be showing you as kinda cold and ruthless…unaware of the effect you’ve had on these people, thus the messages of hurt, shock, and heartbreak are what’s needed to be said more than anything. Idk & I don’t judge you 🙏

For 8 Cups to be rev shows it was once upright, and every row so far highlights you having left the family behind. I don’t get why, or who did what, just what it did to everyone. You probably cut them off altogether and stayed away for some time. Whatever you were hoping to find never materialized, you waited around for some time, for nothing, and now feel insecure and…like you’ve got your tail between your legs, about coming back around. Having to be held accountable for this Death. You don’t regret leaving, you regret that it didn’t work out, which probably isn’t what you should be feeling. Spirit, and your family, want genuine remorse. You’ve made these people feel like you don’t care about them. I don’t get that exactly, but I do get a “holier than thou”, know it all sort of attitude, and an “out of sight, out of mind” personality. You don’t feel remorse because they’re not directly in front of you, or haven’t been. Emotional detachment the a gift & a curse of all of the air signs.

Mother: 5 Cups & Queen of Swords

5 Cups is heavily focused on all that’s been lost, not paying attention to what’s still here, 2 Cups with your father. But she’s lost you, and it’s absolutely devastated her, 10 Swords. Dad has similar feelings, and the love between them is genuine. Mom is still trying to heal from your sudden absence, maybe also some words that were said before this occurred. She only wants you to come around again, at least to talk with her, being disconnected from you is one of the saddest and most painful things she’s ever experienced.

Father: 2 Cups, The Hermit, 4 Wands

Dad is probably more of a practical kind of person, he seems like a “stereotypical” man, when things are emotionally rough, he puts more effort into his work and keeping busy. He’s happy with Mom and the home they’ve created together, but he feels lonely, a lot. He’s probably the strong & silent type, but just because he doesn’t say things out loud doesn’t mean he isn’t hurting over them. He also may have dealt with a very serious work injury, accident, or event and has been home bound because of that. If you know that, and haven’t come around to check up on him, it makes him sad. He also has 5 Cups, with The Tower. It’s hard for him to express these emotions, but with your Mom it seems much easier for her, and he just mirrors everything she feels. He misses you.

Siblings: Knight of Cups & 7 Wands

I get one, and they’re a really sweet kind of person, the kind to give you the shirt off of their back if you needed it. They’re mad at you, probably because they’re sad too, but it comes out as mad. They’re also really smart, logical, balanced, and fair. They think what you did is bullshit, reckless, impulsive, and immature. It’s stupid you don’t talk to them at least - in their mind. They’ve got 7 Wands & Justice, they know they’re right 💯 They are someone willing to sacrifice for those they love, and are very kind normally. They don’t know why they can do it and you can’t. They could be Libra or have a dominant placement there. It will probably take some effort to heal this connection because their sadness & love are masked with anger & defensiveness. These are probably the hardest ones to overcome. Are they upset? Absolutely. Do they love you? Yes, that’s why they’re mad at you.

Grandparents: The Fool & The Hierophant

Either they got married very young, fast, and impulsively, and have just stood the test of time…or that’s why you ran off. Impulsively got married? Probably didn’t invite anyone, no one was involved, never spoke to anyone again? They’re also angry & disappointed. Specifically about the wedding if there was one, they would’ve liked to celebrate you, meet your person, etc. They’re old fashioned, you should’ve gotten gifts, had a party, family traditions and celebrations mean a lot to them. If you didn’t get married in a church, or have religious elements involved, that could be an issue with them too. I heard “Jewish”, that may or may not apply, moreso a specific custom or religious ceremony perhaps that’s dear to their heart. And maybe yours too, this does feel impulsive. Whether you did or you didn’t actually get married, then you probably ran off with some person, and you didn’t include them, call or come over. Their point of view is similar to everyone else’s. One day you’re here all of the time. The next, who and where is Gemini? They’re gone. Do they care?

Spiritual Ancestors: 4 Pentacles & 8 Swords

This message has a spicy 🥵 bite, idk if you have an ancestor that is sharp as a tack in their speech, cutting right to the point. I kind of get that they’re like you. Or whoever you were always told you were most like I suppose. You hold on tightly to your position on things, you’re stubborn, narrow-minded and full of bologna, is what I’m getting. You keep yourself trapped in a situation of non communication because of…nothing. You pretend to be blindfolded but really you tied it yourself, self sabotage. People really want you to open up and communicate. What Gemini doesn’t?? You could have some dominant Taurus or fixed placements with all of this stubbornness I’m getting on your side.

6 Pentacles is equal give and take, they want an exchange from you in the form of a conversation! I’m getting clear message of you pretending to act confused, avoidant, like you don’t know, yada yada excuses, and the message here is showing if you can be Queen of Swords, truth, communication, chatty and fair with most people, then you can also “cut the crap” and have conversations & connections your family. Whew 😅 damn. Even Spirit is defensive with you Gem. Even if your point of view is I married xyz in this way because of abc, sure but say that. I’m strongly getting no one here did anything wrong, it’s just differing perspectives, and they’re all looking at you like whaaat gives? I’m sorry Gem, this message is dragging your butt across sharp rocks fr, probably to prepare you for what to expect, because you’re being told to head back towards your family. They can’t know your side until you tell them, and you may want to avoid it, but you’ve got a whole group of people that just love you more than they judge you & they just want you around 💙 Overwhelm in the Oracle makes me laugh. No shit right? I’m overwhelmed just doing this reading 😆 Good luck!

Oracle:

Overwhelm

The hard work we love can leave us feeling burdened, drained, and burnt out, among others problems.

Reflection

Time to focus, balance, reflect, and guide yourself past stumbling blocks to take the right actions.

#Gemini tarot reading #family ties #July 2023 #Gemini #tarot #free tarot #generational trauma #healing family relationships

[an-aura-about-you]

8, 20, 34

Thank you for the asks love!

8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender:

You know those angels that are wings and wheels and eyes? My gender's whatever's in the middle of the wheel. Could be empty air, could be a divine spoke, could be nothing but the grace of god idk.

20. Do you feel like you "fit in" with the queer/Pride community overall?

Yes, certainly more so than with straight people. I don't often run into members of the family in person except for, well, literal family members. I'm encouraged that I'm not the only queer person in my new neighborhood, though, and it's nice to drive by houses here that have pride flags up. Makes me feel less alone as this state turns into more and more of a dumpster fire.

34. What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)?

I need a little "not a woman" validation. Which I feel is asking a lot since I do present femme and am happy to do so, but y'all saw how I just described my gender. If gender is tied up in presentation, how am I supposed to present that???

(actually what I think I need for my gender presentation is the Black Mamba from Megamind. remorseful villain is perhaps also my gender.)

[alexinyell0w]

ah yes Wills coming out... but how will Mike react?

it's my favorite thing to think about really. ofc it's gonna be Mike sitting in silence, or they're arguing and Will blurts it out and runs out of the room or Will comes out happily on his own time or venca shows Mike Wills feelings or whatever but I'll tell you what would be super cool.

will telling Mike "how can you be so clueless" in any regard. romantic, sad, angry, remorseful, joking, etc and Mike sits and pounders. we get a bunch of flash back of them as kids and things they've said and done and the rain fight and it switches from that fight back to their current position, while it rains or something. Mike realizes and it's not only now clear and obvious to him, but the audience about how Mike, intentionally or not, helped fuel and reciprocate his feelings in such microscopic manners and he has to face the idea of Will being in love with him and finds slight comfort in that. just something I thought was cute.

or if it's an argument will has to LIST off the things that Mike has done to not exactly lead him on but just being so stupid (affectionate) and Will goes piece by piece taking apart their childhood, getting all worked up and upset that not only did Mike not reciprocate, but didn't even notice and then begins to blame himself for Mike not knowing. the issue is brought up about how Mike has felt Will has been different since the upside down and Will yells at him that that was like 5 years ago but Mike says it felt like he didn't come back. the fighting is always the same. Will starts to bring up the issue, they fight, Mike finishes and Will leaves without a word. this time Will starts, Mike fights back and Will finishes abruptly with "You can't lose me if you never found me." and Mike stands stunned, not understanding what he meant. Will fums and says a quiet one liner or something idk and turns to go inside and Mike grabs his hand and Will freaks out and turns around and Mike says something cheesy like "well how do I know what I'm looking for when you're standing right infront of me?" something like that.

a brain rot of mine is Will coming out to Mike to only have Mike look at him and be like: "what made you think I didn't like you back" and Will laughs like a genuine laugh and he throws his head back and Mike stands so confused as Will is doubling over in laughter thinking what he said wasn't actually funny at all.

#byler confession #byler #stranger things 4