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I Am Kind not Complacent Chpt 8

chpt 8

word count: 6K

pairing: gow heimdall x reader, young

A/N: hello, again. it's been a minute. I'm sorry this is late, I have been going through it 👉👈 again! just busy end of the year craziness. also everytime I opened this document it made me want to scream. I still don't love it???? but I guess that's ok. this is for fun and I need to remember that. thank you as usual to everyone who likes and comments and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it <3

P.S: I named our reader for this chapter. Her name is Yen, it's close to YN for ppl who still want to read it that way but is also more of a name for people who have an easier time with that. let me know how you guys feel about it and I can change it or not. i just wanted to test out a "name" to make the writing feel a little less clunky but idk :\

@engardeitsme I'm back!! i missed you :..) i hope you enjoy and thank you for talking with me a couple weeks ago!

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“Why are your teeth gold?”

Heimdall turned his head to look at the girl, a brow raised.

“What?”

“Why are your teeth gold?” The girl repeated, tapping her incisor with her nail. He snorted, shaking his head.

“ I heard you. It’s just a stupid question, so I was allowing you the opportunity to change it.”

“ Oh,” she took a moment to ponder and spoke again, “Are they solid gold, or are they just gold plated?” She smirked at him. Heimdall rolled his eyes, folding his arms behind his head.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to say things about a person’s appearance they can’t change?...oh, wait! I guess she couldn’t.” Yen’s mischievous smile quickly pulled into a pout.

“Hey!” Heimdall cackled as a hand came down to smack his chest, and he grabbed the girl’s wrist to stop another blow.

“I let you get one in out of pity.” she pulled her wrist free.

“Yeah well, didn’t your precious All-Father ever tell you-... oh wait, that’s right he’s too busy ignoring you to teach you any manners.” Heimdall frowned, looking up at the girl. Yen sighed, shaking her head. “Poor poor Heimdall. You have all the training in the world on how to be a spoiled prince and a warlord, but you don’t know the first thing about how not to be a prick-!”

The wind was knocked out of her as she suddenly hit the grassy floor, and the two were rolling to the bottom of the hill, a jumble of loose limbs and shouting. Their bodies settle at the bottom, and Heimdall and Yen lay sprawled out next to each other. Heimdall looked at the girl, grass in her hair and a smear of mud across her right cheek. She had green stains on her shoulders and pebbles bunched up in the folds of her shirt. He did not look better, with dandelion seeds in his braids and rocks digging into his back. His pristine white shirt was covered in yellow, green, and brown. Their chests heaved and giggles started to bubble before they were both aware. Heimdall heard Yen’s first, her laugh bounding out of her head and out her mouth, between fits of snorts and chuckles. Heimdall found himself mirroring her, his laughter thrumming in his ears as they looked at each other.

“ They’re solid gold,” Heimdall mumbled through a laugh. Yen calmed her own giggles and nodded. They looked up at the sky, watching the clouds shift past their vision. On slow days they had started sparing together, then stopped to talk, sometimes about how bad the other was, sometimes about how they had slept. Yen would offer a walk into the surrounding wood and the boy would refuse, ending their meetings. At some point, however, he started to say yes, despite the idea of stumbling together in twigs and bushes. At some point in the passing days, when the leaves had started to fall and the air had gotten cooler, they would meet at dawn, walk through the woods into a clearing, lay in the tall grass, and talk for as long as they could before their guardians would look for them. Yen would talk endlessly about her different plants and collect cuttings as they walked. Heimdall had somehow found himself holding her pack for her collected specimens.

Yen grabbed her bag and sifted through the plants they had found, humming as she sorted them by type.

“Do you know what those all do?” the boy asked, leaning up on his elbows.

“Vaguely. I’ve learned about some of them. But I also see what the animals in this area are eating and take them home to test them!”

“Test them?”

“Mhm,”

“Like what, you eat them and see what happens?”

“Sometimes,” Yen shrugged, looking over to see Heimdall glaring at her, “What?”

“That’s idiotic! You could get sick, eating random things from the forest floor,” he shivered at the thought, grabbing the pack. Yen frowned and held it farther away from him.

“A little late to be worried, Weasel. Besides, I only test what I’ve seen other animals use. Worse case, I induce regurgitation.” The girl explained that this is how she’s been able to make new medicines and learn the toxicity of poisons to develop antidotes. She let him read her notes and the extent of her research on the Asgardian flora. She was very passionate about her findings, though Heimdall could not stop the sinking feeling of worry. How many times she had gone into the woods alone before he started coming with her.

“ You know we already had a lot of good Asgardian medicine right? There is no reason for you to be doing this.”

“Well that’s not true, “ she smiled softly, pointing to her older notes, “ I’ve had to do this since I lived alone in Vanaheim. It’s important I know myself. When you are alone, who is going to help you?” she shrugged, “ sure it’s a little risky, but to be able to depend on myself? That’s not something I want to give up.”

“But-”

“Besides,” she held a hand up, urging him to let her finish, “ We will be working together in the future, right? If we end up in the middle of nowhere and you get hurt, I want to be able to help you when we don’t have access to Asgardian medicine.” He faltered. She surely couldn’t know more than their medics. Heimdall swallowed a shallow breath and looked away.

“Well… now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“How do you mean?”

“Obviously by the time we will be old enough to go on missions, no enemy will be able to lay a hand on me. So I’ll never be hurt.” Heimdall smirked and Yen snorted, shoving his shoulder lightly. Heimdall pushed his shoulder back against her hand and she giggled shaking her head. There was silence, and he could hear her thoughts swimming. She wanted to show him everything from the past week, but she felt nervous after their conversation on the medicine.

“Right then, show me what you’ve learned,” Heimdall sat up, a small smirk on his lips. Yen frowned, sitting up on her elbows. Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Come off it, you’ve wanted to show off your little trick since we got here.” She bashfully sat the rest of the way up, fiddling with her hands. He looked at her expectantly, hearing her nervousness spinning as she siked herself up. “Any day now.”

“Okay, okay!” She grunted more to herself, shaking her hands to loosen up. She slowed her breath, holding her hands over the grass. “Rót,” she whispered, her palms glowing a violet light, the earth rippled apart as a single vine sprouted slowly, winding up and curling around the girl’s wrist and out. Heimdall’s smirk fell and he just stared as the vine wound around on itself. Leaves and small purple blossoms sprouted from it as it grew thicker. Yen let out a final breath, relaxing her shoulders as the glowing stopped and she looked at her creation, smiling as it flexed and relaxed in the cool breeze. Heimdall leaned forward, getting a better look at the plant.

“ A root?” he asked, reaching to touch it, and had to hold back a laugh when it seemed to reach back out to him. Yen nodded with a small smile.

“Yeah, cool right?” Heimdall shrugged, his lip once again quirked as he teased.

“Eh, sure. Would be better if it did something though. Is it for you to make flower crowns for everyone while they sign peace treaties.” He raised a brow as the girl matched his grin, raising a hand.

“Not exactly. “Rót,” She repeated, snapping her fingers. Heimdall barely took in a breath by the time the vine had darted at him, winding around his leg and lifting him into the air. His body spun stiffly in the air as the root suspended him. A hand reached up to his shoulder, stopping the motion, and his magenta eyes met hers. He looked like a carp out of water, trying to come up with something to say. Yen giggled at the boy’s speechlessness. “You shouldn’t judge things at face value, Heimdall. You of all people should know that.”

“Put me down.”

“Oh, but aren’t you having fun up there?”

“Watch yourself, Songbird,” There was no venom in his words. Nonetheless, she put her hands under him, helping him lower back down into the grass. As he brushed himself off, her magic dissipated and the vine shrank back into the dirt. Yen rocked on her heels, a nervous grin pulling at her cheeks. Heimdall shook his head with a snort. “Okay, yes. That was fairly impressive, and can actually be useful.”

“Even though it's Vanir magic?” she shifted her weight, looking at him nervously. Heimdall’s face softened slightly. He had so many preconceptions before the two had met. How they were savage warriors. Stupid, tricky, untrustworthy. She wasn’t like the Vanir people his father had spoken to him about, and Odin wouldn’t lie to him, right? So that meant the girl must have just been different from them. An exception.

“Don’t make me compliment you again. Once was enough.” Yen knew it was reassurance in his own way, and let it go. Heimdall nudged her shoulder, already starting to walk. “Come on, let’s start heading back.” She smiled and nodded, falling in step with the boy. Heimdall swallowed, his shoulders stiff. “So…what else have you learned?” “Well,” The girl pondered for a moment, thinking through her past lessons. “ Freya showed me how to leave markers to amplify magic, which is pretty neat. But I still need to work on my aim for it. I also know how to grab small objects without touching them now, and I can hopefully do bigger things soon…” She trailed off.

“What?”

“I just… feel like she doesn't want to teach me anymore. She keeps me at basics, but I know I understand it already… I just don’t know if she’s grown tired of it or if I’m just not getting it like I should…” Heimdall frowned. This was not the first time Yen had brought this up.

“She’s always been a stiff. It’s not you.”

“It’s not just her though…” Yen rubbed the back of her neck, looking away as the boy stared.” Don’t do that.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you stopped and just told me what was bugging you… I didn’t know the old goat had started shutting you out too.” Yen swallowed a shallow breath and nodded.

“He’s just… He won’t tell me much more about the other realms when I ask anymore. It’s like they gave me a hobby and dangled it like a carrot for a horse so they could take me away from some bigger picture…when he and Freya started teaching me about plant life and then left me to my own devices… “Yen plucked handfuls of grass from next to her and dropped it just as fast, over and over until there was dirt under her nails as she spoke. “ I wanted to be useful… I drowned myself in it… I wanted to see if it could help me in some way…Odin came to me, congratulating me on my new ‘goddesshood in medicine” she scoffed as she repeated the words. “...I could just tell he was filled with disappointment… at my uselessness. And who can blame him!”Heimdall rolled his eyes.

“You are not useless. Those two are just holding you back. Don’t blame that on the All-Father.”

“I’m not! I just-” She groaned, raking her fingers through the dirt, “Mimir says there’s a lot I don’t know still…but he’s also not showing me things. he says I’m doing well at controlling my powers but I’m just worried that even if I’m not trying… it’s hard wanting to talk to people and not knowing if they agree with you or being nice to you because they want to or because…” she trailed off, looked at the boy next to her, “I don’t want to be… I want…” she struggled to find her words for a moment, “ I want to earn trust, not take it.” She spoke finally, after trying to catch her words. Hiemdall looked at her for a moment, before shrugging.

“I trust you.”

“You do?” she asked, caught off guard by the response. “I guess…I just am worried that-”

“That my change of opinion was your doing? Don’t flatter yourself, Songbird.” Heimdall snorted, bumping her shoulder with his own. “Maybe you can control those braindead Einjhar to do your bidding and treat you like a princess, but I’m a god.”

“So?” Yen frowned, glaring weakly at the boy.

“So?” So, I am the god of foresight. I cannot be swayed by petty tricks. I can sense intention, and since the beginning, I have never felt… uh..” his face grew a light pink as he realized his point. She stared at him, a brow raised, waiting for the end of his thought. Heimdall coughed into his hand, feeling the warmth radiating off his cheek, “I’ve… never felt uneasy around you…I trust you… we were using each other, and we still are,” he looked at her, his lips lifting into a shy grin, “But I don’t mind it anymore…”

Yen’s cheeks started to grow red, her eyes widening slightly and she looked away, feeling herself warm up despite the fall air. Heimdall swallowed, walking faster ahead of the girl.

“Come on, you have your lesson with the old goat and I have a meeting with the All-Father.” Yen grinned. She quickly recovered, coughing and starting a chuckle.

“Oho! So you aren’t being ignored.” She teased, hands crossing behind her back. Heimdall sighed, his hands squeezing at his sides. Odin had wanted to talk to Heimdall about how Yen had progressed, and when she would be of use to him. She caught up the the boy, softening her posture, and nudged him with her elbow. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see. I’m sure he just wants to tell you how well you’re doing!”

“Well of course, I’ve been doing well in my assignments, it’s just a regular report. Nothing to worry about.” Yen chuckled, reaching into a pouch on her belt.

“Hey, I know you may not want to. But I’ve been working on this medicine for your migraines.” she held out the little leather sack to him. He hesitated looking to her for some kind of reassurance. Her thoughts were full of nothing but the want to help. “Don’t worry, it’s just Feverfew and Butterbur mixed with some mint and juniper. Steep it and drink a cup before bed.” He sighed and took the pouch, tucking it into his pocket.

“ You’re pushing this “trust” envelope, and I’ve just admitted to it. I shouldn’t have to take anything for help. I just need to get through it until it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Humor me. Try it once, and only if you really can’t handle it yourself. Oh, and if you could maybe tell the All-Father how hard I’ve been working… I would appreciate it…”

‘I don’t want to be left behind.’

Her voice echoed in his head. Heimdall looked at the girl as they split ways in the large cabin

“I will.”

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“It’s been eight months!” Odin’s voice rattled through his study. Mimir stood still, hands behind his back as Odin paced to and fro. Hugin and Munin sat in the rafters, their eyes glowing as they peered down at the men. “ Eight months! And you tell me nothing is progressing with the little thing?”

“Apologies, All-Father, but it appears she is still having a hard time adjusting to Asgard.”

“Pah!” Odin grunted, leaning on his desk. “I’ve seen her, Mimir. She must be holding out on you, or something! Being extra clever. Hiding her powers. Munin has seen her in the woods a few weeks back, using magic. And we know what she is capable of. The question is why is she hiding from us all of a sudden,” Odin paced towards his desk, uncorking a pot of mead. he poured a goblet at held it out to the Goodfellow.

“Ah, no thank you, All-Father,” Mimir waved a hand. Odin huffed and slammed the bottle onto his desk, taking a deep gulp from the goblet.

“She was doing so well before. I offer her safety, offer her family, I offer her trust! And then her progression just halts.”

“Freya has been teaching her, and she has been practicing. We have both encouraged her not to use any magic until she can control herself.” Mimir tried to reassure him without bringing too much attention to the fact the girl was gifted enough to use magic without help. The two had done their best to hide the progression of her gifts to stop the All-Father’s advances from using the girl. But with how strong she was already getting, it was getting more difficult to hide, especially while keeping her in the dark about the fact she couldn’t show her true potential. It had gotten to the point even Mimir and Freya could not keep up with the pace of the girl’s learning. As though she spent hours outside of lessons practicing the control of her magic.

“Well, it’s not working. If anything she’s become stir-crazy. I don’t care if she loses control. I can do damage control! What I can’t do, is use a scared little girl that’s too afraid to use her powers, to help me gain control of the realms! She tried to use it against me! To get me to, what, compliment my son? useless! Don’t you see? We need to get this under control so we can use her, and so that she will not be a threat. It’s already starting to get out of hand. If only we had tracked her down sooner,” Odin’s voice was rough with frustration as he pulled at the ends of his beard. “ She doesn’t even know the extent of what she is. She’s a silly little child, who sees the world as back and white. And I’d like to keep it that way until she fully trusts us. Then we can finally-” Mimir was about to interject when the door to the study opened.

“ I’m here for my report, All-Father,” Heimdall spoke with a short bow. Mimir stiffened and looked at the boy from the corner of his eye. The two gods turned to Heimdall, their figures dark and towering in the candlelight of the darkened amber of the study. They knew. They knew he had heard, how could he not? Heimdall stood ridged at the door, his eyes glowing in the darkened doorway.

‘ The boy will ruin everything,’ Heimdall heard Mimir’s thoughts rattle into his skull. The Goodfellow’s anxiety came off in waves. ‘protect Yen… keep her safe… the lad will say too much…’

Heimdall looked up at Mimir, his brow cocked. Keep Yen safe from what? What wasn’t the old goat sharing with the All-Father? His father would be the one who knows best how to protect the girl if she was in danger. Odin straightened, rolling his shoulder back and nodding his head to his son.

“Come in, Heimdall. Mimir, my friend, we will talk more later. You may leave. You have a lesson with the girl now, don’t you?

“Yes, All-Father,” Mimir bowed, ready to take his leave. As he started to shut the door on his way out, Odin called out.

“And Mimir, please try to push the girl further. I’d like for her to be able to aid in the Jötunheim treaties. It's either that, “He sighed, “ or we may have to call the whole thing off… put her back where she came from.” Mimir nodded, hoping that he could keep the visage of the girl’s powers useless just long enough for Odin to lose interest. Odin however knew something was amiss. He knew just from the small passings with the child that she was brighter than his allies claimed. And he knew exactly who to ask to get the feast of information he craved. Anyone would need to be blind to not see that the two children had grown close. The whisperings from Hunin and Mugin of the two sneaking off to the others’ room in the night, to being spotted in the woods. Odin was pleased, thinking his son finally stepped up to the title of his spy and learning all he could about the Vanir creature. Still, he was worried that the girl may have also tricked his son as well, so he needed to make Heimdall give any information willingly. He picked up a scroll and licked the tip of his quill before dipping it into a pot of ink, scribbling away as he spoke to his son.

“I’m sorry, Heimdall, but it seems I’ve called you here for nothing. Mimir has shared with me how our guest has been doing and it seems the lessons aren’t going anywhere.” Odin rubbed his temple, taking a seat in his chair, “their reports say she is unable to grasp basic concepts, her understanding of both Vanir and Asir magic is only basic, and she seems to be causing more trouble than the entire debacle is worth. I think you were right before, my son. She’s truly better off back home.”

“That’s not true!” Heimdall’s voice carried through the room with an echo. He composed himself, swallowing. Odin looked up from his reports, staring at Heimdall with his good eye, head tilted.

“Not true?” Well, I will say she has been improving her skills of manipulation. What with trying to use them on me? I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d gotten to you, boy. She’s just not worthy to be among us.”

Heimdall swallowed. “She has been doing remarkably well, All-Father. I’ve seen it.”

“Seen it?’ Odin replied, pushing himself from his chair. “Tell me, Heimdall. What Mimir and Freya refuse to.”

“I have gained her trust, All-Father. Mimir and Freya are not being fully honest with you…” The boy’s eyes glinted as he looked at his father across the room, “But I’m not sure why, yet.”

“You are suggesting that my most trusted allies are not being truthful with me, Heimdall? This is a very serious accusation, you understand.” Odin sauntered over to the boy, making him take a step back on instinct. He swallowed, pushing himself back forward, hands behind his back.

“I simply believe she may be… too anxious to show them what she can do. But I have heard from her myself that she is eager to serve Asgard, father. She wants to be of use to you.” Heimdall urged, taking another step closer to his father. Odin hummed, his hand tightening around his staff. Why was the old goat not telling him any of this?

“Heimdall,” Odin started, stalking closer to the boy. “Have you noticed anything in peculiar about the child?” he circled the boy, never looking him in the eye. “Has she shown you things behind closed doors? Anything of use?” Heimdall swallowed, concentrating on his heartbeat.

“ She is… she is able to quiet the mind, All-Father…” Odin halted his steps behind the boy, glancing down at him from the corner of his eye. Heimdall continued. “I’ve seen her… calm people, quiet unruly thoughts… I… she’s done it to me, before.” Odin scoffs.

“I don’t need my soldiers softened.”

“I think it can be of use to you, All-Father.” Heimdall spoke quickly, turning to face the man. “To… to manipulate the other side?” Odin hummed, tilting his staff the boy to urge him to continue. “She also… She also has been studying Asgardian and Vanir magic and has been able to start creating hybrid potions.” Heimdall pulled the medicinal tea from his pocket, turning to hand it to Odin. “She made this, just today… she said it’s for headaches. It’s made from things she studied herself in the woods with the help of Queen Freya’s knowledge. With help… She could use her medicines to strengthen Asgard and weaken enemy forces. I do not know why your allies are hiding this from you, All-Father, but I assure you she is worthy of staying here.” Odin’s lip curled into a grin and he hummed, reaching out to grab the pouch. He took a whiff of the tea. What else were his dear wife and friend hiding? And was it truly even their fault, or was this girl able to weasel her way into their heads?

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“Mimir, did you know that if you mix yarrow with the inner bark of birch trees, it will cure nearly any stomach ailment.”

“Oh? And did the queen teach you that?”

“Well, sort of. She taught me about yarrow but then while I was with Heimdall in the woods we found some rabbits scratching at birch trees,”

“What were you two doing in the woods?” Mimir interjected, a brow raised. The girl frowned, as she thought this unimportant to her explanation.

“We were brambling,” Yen said, as though this were a normal thing for two twelve-year-old gods. “So anyway, I told him, “Wonder why they’re doing that” but he didn’t seem to care. But I kept watching them and they were licking at the inner bark! so then I collected a sample and see what it could be used for, and guess what!”

“Wait wait, you tested this on yourself?”

“Well I didn’t want to poison anyone,” she shrugged, then pointed at her findings. “look see? I tested it with different plant combinations and by itself.” she rolled her sleeves up to reveal some light scares. “I tested to see if it could used for physical injuries, but it didn’t do much. So then I thought, “Maybe it’s for internal problems?” so then I ate some nightshade berries-”

“You did what?!”

“It’s ok, it was just a couple-”

“Lass, lass…” Mimir rubbed his face, trying hard not to shout with frustration. She truly had turned into quite the little scientist, and though most of the time Mimir found her brilliant, it was not hard to also easily find himself drowning with worry. Like when she had measured the amount of toxicity needed to be consumed from said nightshades to cause death and even made some medicines from the poisonous plant as well. All this to say, this was not a special occurrence, but it worried the Goodfellow just the same every time. “You are… quite the little toxicologist,” he chucked through his nervousness, reading the girl’s findings while wringing his hands together. “I thought we talked about this. About being more careful about-” he sighed, “About not using yourself as an experiment. We have all the medicine you would need here, why go and try to make more, hurting yourself in the process?” Yen’s excitement wilted as she wrang her own hands out, a tick she had picked up from the man, gods forbid he ever lost his hands.

“Well… what if we don’t have anymore? What if someone gets hurt and the medicine we have doesn’t work? What if someone accidentally eats nightshade?... I just want to be prepared. Help people…be useful…”

“You are useful, Sweet girl.” Mimir assured, “ And despite my points… you are right… you have found many interesting findings and new medicines for Asgard.

“ Then why won’t the All-Father show any interest in me? Has he forgotten about me?” She looked up at the man, her eyes pleading. “ Does he not see I’m willing to sacrifice myself to be of use, here? You tell him everything I’ve done right?” Mimir swallowed and nodded.

“Of course, Daughter. I tell him all the time about how much you’re progressing.” his lies stung his throat, but not as much as knowing what Odin would use her for if he knew her actual potential.

“Then… I’m just not good enough, then…” She whispered to herself. Mimir shook his head, unable to hold in his utter disbelief.

“Not good enough? That’s not even a funny joke, Lass!” she looked up at the puck, confused.”

“But I’m not-”

“Nope! Surely you’re mistaken. It must have been a joke. Because I’m sitting in front of a child goddess who’s been here less than a year and already knows more about medicine than most of our damn medics! A girl, who can command the attention of an entire room! A girl who put that little brat prince in his place and even became his friend!”

“I-I wouldn’t say we’re-”

“That boy would not bother walking into the woods and waiting, albit annoyed at your birch bark notes if you weren’t friends.” she shut her mouth, a flush on her face. Mimir chuckled, crouching down to her level. “ You are fiercely kind in the face of the strange and taxing, you are sharp as a blade and undeniably brilliant. And the All-Father will see so soon enough.”

The girl left after her lesson and Mimir dropped his hopefulness, falling into his chair and grabbing his book of observations. A list of words describing his little companion. his face faded as he read down the list after a few months of teaching the girl. his hand trembled as he wrote down his recent evaluation. Odin had been right. She saw the world as black and white, and truly wanted to be good. But the truth was simply not that simple. Nothing ever was. Mimir had wanted to keep her in the dark for just a day longer. Let her see herself in the sun for one more day. But that was dangerous and he knew it. Mimir moved to the margin, where he had her goddesshoods marked, on the first day, he had written her base abilities and what they thought she was at first. “Goddess of peace, goddess of logic…goddess of medicine…” goddess of…

He needed to speak to Freya. She would be better at giving Yen the news. Tell her that everything has a shadow.

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“I need to show you something,” Yen looked up from her notes to see Freya standing in front of her. Her face was stone, and the shadows of the sun through the window fanned over her face, painting her worry marks. Yen frowned, sitting up a bit straighter and setting her pencil down.

“Show me what?”

“ Just come with me, and we'll talk, alright?” Freya offered a steady hand, and Yen took it, her little fingers enveloped fully in the Valkyrie’s gloved hand. She ushered her tenderly towards the fireplace and they sat down on the bundle of furs and tapestries on the floor. Yen sat across from Freya and watched as she pulled some research journals, illustrations, and scrolls. “When you are ready,” Freya spoke, sliding the scrolls to Yen. There was not another word between the two, just the crackle and pop of wood splintering in the fire. As Yen stared at the pages, Freya was patient, watching and waiting for the girl to start reading when she was ready. Yen finally picked up the journals and did not finish reading until she had gone through every document.

The day her village had burned to the ground.

The first time she told Freya she should have died, were she mortal, but didn’t.

The resources of different towns and villages, of a girl wandering into their domain and leaving without a trace. Some spoke of her kind words and the peace she brought to them. But in the timeline, soon it was nothing but stories of ruin. Of villages filled with nothing but drones. shells of what were once beautiful towns and cultures reduced to nothingness. What was once left to be peaceful and logic-built structures soon dissolved into a spiral of selfish behaviors. Stealing instead of trading, abandoning children, and killing people to take their land. How was a child to know such loose rules would lead mortals to find twisted loopholes? Then again isn’t that what mortals are best at?

“Why are you showing me this?” Yen whispered, rubbing at her eyes as her vision got blurry. “I know all this already, I know that I made a mistake b-because I was stupid, why are you doing this to me?” she spoke, her voice harsher this time as she finally looked up at Freya, who sat still, keeping her eyes cast down.

“Because you need to know why you can do these things,” Freya spoke, sifting through the journals, bringing one up and flipping through to a page. “Here. this one. What did you say to this village before you left them?”

“I don’t want to do this-”

“What did you say.” Freya’s voice boomed against the walls of books surrounding them, and Yen squeezed her hands against the knobs of her knees.

“I said…” she mumbled, trying to remember her last commands, “I told them to walk away from the battlefield….to take care of themselves…”

“And they did…” Freya spoke softly now, “And when they take care of themselves, they stop taking care of their community. They left each other for dead.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Yen’s voice crumbled into sobs, her shoulders shaking, “I-I didn’t want them to-”

“Breath, Yen…breath,” Freya rested a hand on the girl’s head, letting her take her time to ground herself. “Your words have power, but so do your intentions. If we can practice properly, we will be able to give simple demands without worrying how they will be interpreted. On the other hand…” Freya continued, pointing at a different passage. “It almost seems as though your powers currently default to pushing people towards disarray… which means I believe we have found for certain the two sides of your coin.” she grabbed the girl’s shoulders, squeezing just slightly. Yen looked up, her tears slowing. Freya sighed, calming her heartbeat. “Yen, ever since you came to Asgard,…even before we met, I have seen you. You are the goddess of peace and logic and that can be seen from your ability to defuse altercations and to calm even the most ill-tempered…but I’ve also seen how out of sorts your own temper can get…how angry you are inside…”

“I’m not angry,” Yen whispered, but Freya shook her head, shushing the girl.

“You are angry, and in pain and uncertain. You use logic at one turn and act on impulse at the other. You are a paradox, sweet girl.” Freya held the girl’s face in her calloused hands. “ And I know you know…you are a smart girl, and you’ve been putting the pieces together yourself.” Yen placed her hands over Freya's, and she could feel her little fingers tremble over her own.

“I don’t know what to do…”

“Chaos is not something to be afraid of…” Freya smiled just a bit, holding the girl’s face tighter. “It is the order of the world. It is an order of all things. And it is also not all that you are. Do you remember what I said before? About how we were going to find all your sides and help you put them together?” Yen could barely nod with her face trapped in the woman’s hands. The Valkeryie laughed, pressing their heads together. “You will be ok, goddess of peace, goddess of logic… goddess of medicine and healing…” She offered, to soften this very blow, “goddess of chaos, goddess of discord.”

A Cocauphany. That’s all you could call it. As sobs reverberated through the room, thrumming between the two until there was nothing left.

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#gow x you #heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok #god of war x reader #gow heimdall #heimdall x you #i am kind not complacent #god of war ragnarok x reader #coffeehighallthetime blog #this chapter was so hard for no reason #i still hate her #but i'm trying to not care and have fun

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mdgart · 2 months

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Hello there,

I’m so happy to see you back here and so many others😊

#richonne fandom awakening!

I saw a bunch of people on the premieres making Andrew and Danaï sign some fanart and you know we love LOVE yours. Did you get a reaction of one of them(or both) to your art? I would love to hear what they said to you. If you don’t mind. Also I hope they got to see your richonne family portrait (and maybe got inspired by it… )

maybe people who got your fanart signed can manifest themselves here (guestbook style #mdgartsigned).

Thank you for all your gifts to the fandom. Your art has been like Rick iPhone’s drawing of his family during this long wait. We believed a little longer and they are almost there 🥹

Much love 💕

@ririchonne

hi @ririchonne, you're so sweet, thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't provide you guys with more than i did to hold you over.

It may have gotten quiet but we were all patiently waiting.

As for AL + DG signing my art, I know they both have over the years. I'm always humbled when ppl bring it to them, i'm genuinely excited for folks to have their stuff signed and i love when they enthusiastically share their stories. It's one of the things I miss the most about tabling at cons.

I saw on twitter a couple of Richonners had some stuff signed the past couple of weeks. Links for refence: Mrs G, MrsG again, Dianne and Dianne again and not gonna lie, i'm a little jealous cause they both brought some things with them that I'd love to get signed myself! lol

but yeah who knows, if anyone has any signed art they wanna share, maybe they can add to this post.

Thanks for your kind message, looking forward to sharing space with everyone again and may we be blessed with an influx of creativity inspired by what i hope will be a really good series. If the first episode is any indication, I think we'll really enjoy it but lbh....I'd watch them do their taxes and take out the trash and would love it lmao <3

#housekeeping #ririchonne

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soldier-poet-king · 1 year

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I love my Nonna dearly but I also just got my first real "here's how you should find a man" advice so truly 2023 IS my Charlotte Lucas year

To be fair, I'll give them credit, this is one of the first times my family has pulled this shit on me. I suppose my "I'm too busy focusing on school" excuse that I used through all 8 years of undergrad and grad school doesn't really work now that I've been working full-time for a year. And she also didn't bring it up in front of everyone or out of the blue, it came up because we had been discussing how insane my motherhas been about babies lately and my Nonna said "oh it's BC she's waiting for grandkids"

And like??? Just because my mother got married and had kids by my age (which may have been the right decision for her, this isn't judging even if I think her life went to shit bc of it) doesn't mean it's the right decision for ME

In fact, it is the ABSOLUTE WRONG decision for me. Theres a whole long list of reasons why I'm not getting married + or having children, including but not limited to: the trauma of my parents marriage and my childhood, my own ongoing health stuff, the whole religious queer anxiety guilt complex I've got going, the fact that if I were to get pregnant the resulting mental health crisis and dysphoria would undoubtedly make me *** y'know not soemthing that is frequently a source of nightmares for me or anything, my inability to take care of myself let alone CHILDREN, and the anxiety of raising children religious when I don't even know wtf is going on with me, CHILDREN??? IN THIS ECONOMY????

Ofc I can't exactly say any of this to my Nonna who, while incredibly sweet and loving and Good, is also like. Not at all exposed to these concepts and would probably freak out if I was like hello yes I am a big fat queer and I rlly hate the concept of gender and societal ideas of womanhood :) it also doesn't help that rlly the only single, middle aged woman my Nonna knows is this lady who works at the church who is DEFINITELY a badly closeted lesbian but also she's super fuckin mean and condescending and no one likes her BC she's a bitch, on top of the whole being a badly closeted lesbian in a conservative heteronormative religious environment

Like even IF I were to get licitly Catholic married to a man. You wanna find one for me??? My Nonna was like "go to church more to find a man" HELLO??? WHERE??I GO TO MASS EVERY WEEK?? Every religious man I know irl is a radtrad women can't wear pants type or is a manchild. Even if I COULD find a normal man, he'd have to get real cool about some stuff real quick. In that forever dilemma of too leftist queer for the religious and too religious for the leftist queers. (Obvs your partner doesn't have to be your duplicate but I'm like. Generally being on the same page. The same BALLPARK. is probably conducive to having a healthy relationship, y'know?)

Besides a significant part of my having 0 social life is because I am living in my parents basement which is in a shitty not-a-suburb of mostly immigrant families with youngish kids or super old folks from when the neighborhood was built, so it's poor and run down but also super fuckin far from anything To Do, so it's the WORST of both worlds of urban sprawl. And I have no car. And I already spend 2.5 hrs a day commuting for work. And I'm chronically tired. And joining a fencing club or taking art class or whatever costs MONEY y'know the thing I'm trying to SAVE by living in this hell place???? She literally said in the same convo "live here as long as possible to save money" like??? YOU CANT HAVE UR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO as long as I'm living here I'm NOT going out and meeting ppl BC there is literally Nowhere To Go. Big box stores like Walmart? Yet another strip mall? The highway??? THIS IS SOULLESS HELL of neither nature NOR accessible city amenities

And anyway, I would rather be in a long term marriage for tax benefits relationship anyway. Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (jk but also serious). Like. Mutual devotion that blurs the lines and transcends labels. It could be completely chaste. It could not be. It's not a dealbreaker really. It's about trust and devotion and companionship and love. But also I'm insane and I KNOW how insane and obsessive I sound, and society prioritizes nuclear family relationships and not the weird ass shit I crave, and I feel too much too fast and would ruin any relationship I had even if I WERE to somehow find someone who prioritizes those things too

So like. It's fine. Most days (not all ofc, but I'm trying) I'm okay with this and being on my own and learning to cultivate my own peace and Goodness and I know who I am and what I believe and what I trust to be Good and I'm working toward that and I'm not sacrificing it for anything. But also. Can you give a bitch a break. Please. I'm so fkin tired

#franposting #my bday isnt even til JUNE #im going to bitch anyway #im genuinely really upset but part of that is bc my headache has come back #and its worse than ever #i might cry but my head already hurts too much #i got really good news at work and only the men in my family made a big deal #the women were just. meh. and ofc none of them have careers so why should ot be important to me?#as the only granddaughter ofc :))))#i am going. to crawl into bed. hair washed. lavender candle on.#do a lil meal planning. and then read or maybe just sleep.#tmrws goals after church are gym and grocery shopping before dnd #have to make my body hurt so much i cant think again #ofc bro 1 has claimed the car. so maybe i cant go #god. gos. i fuckin need to get out of here #but i literally cannot afford even studio apt rent in the city #and moving to one of the boroughs doesnt gwt me any closer to anything esp without a car #literally. just like. fuckin kill me #or find me a decently paid not soul killing job in a smaller city or even a town #where i could have a garden #or a porch swing. sit in. the sunlight

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convexicalcrow · 1 year

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Okay but

Indiana Johns like Scar finding the Pyramid of the Pharaoh Cub.

Perhaps the Pyramid is also cursed with the spirit of Vexes?

When I read this, my brain was like, maybe this is the backstory that Scar tells ppl about the newest, and deadliest, attraction at Scarland, and this is what came out of that thought process. Also this is my first attempt at writing Grian so idk how well I have captured his voice and character, but I think it turned out okay.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how far I walked through the desert! You'd think a pyramid would be easy to spot, but it wasn't! Man, it took forever, and I was almost out of water when I found it at last. It was just a gold block, shining in the sunlight, but I knew it. I knew what it was. That was the pyramid of the lost Pharaoh! It had to be! So I started digging, not knowing what I was going to find when-"

Scar paused, distracted by some more Hermits joining the line. He beamed and gestured them over.

"Hello, hello! Welcome to the Pharaoh's Lost Pyramid! The scariest attraction in aaaaaall of Scarland! It's a faithful recreation of the pyramid that I found many years ago in a desert many blocks away. Come, I will tell you what I found in there," Scar said.

"You found Cub, that's what you found," Grian said.

"Nonono! Not Cub! The lost Pharaoh! Doomed to rest in his pyramid, cursed by what he'd done to the land and his people, buried with so much treasure I could not carry it all away with me... But do not disturb his tomb, or you will die!" Scar said, gesturing wildly as he brought the group up to the entrance. "Do you still dare to enter the Pharaoh's lair?"

"Yeah, of course. It's just Cub. What is there to be scared of?" Grian said.

Scar opened the gates and stepped aside. "Oh, you'll find out, Grian. Beware, if the cursed Pharoah touches you, all hope is lost."

Grian shrugged as he went inside. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

Scar closed the gates behind him and locked them. Grian turned back.

"Hey! You're not locking me in here, are you?" Grian said.

"What, you said it wasn't scary! I'm sure you'll be fine, Grian," Scar said dismissively.

"You'll pay if it isn't, Scar, just warning you now," Grian said.

"Hey, you chose to go in, any deaths are not the fault of Scarland and it's owners. Goodbye, Grian, and good luck!" Scar said cheerfully.

Grian huffed, but continued inside. Scar turned back to the rest of the gathered Hermits. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes! I'd found the golden tip of the pyramid just peeking out from the sand! Night was closing in, I didn't have much time to make camp..."

Inside the pyramid, the Pharaoh lay in his sarcophagus, sleeping. At least, he had been sleeping until his senses told him he had intruders. His hands glowed and he summoned some Vexes.

"Go, my friends, tell me who walks the halls of the pyramid. They will become ghosts soon enough," the Pharaoh murmured.

The Vexes hissed, chattered their assent, and disappeared. The Pharaoh closed his eyes and waited, already tasting blood on his lips.

The hallways were tight and winding, full of dust, sand, and cobwebs. Grian could hear strange sounds as well, sounds he couldn't identify. He had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. Something that felt like cold fingers touched the back of his neck, and he startled, turning to see nothing behind him.

"What- who's there? Scar? What's going on?" Grian said, looking around him.

A sudden gust of wind blew the torches and candles out, plunging him into darkness.

"Oh, no, I don't like this. I don't like this!" Grian said as he reached for the wall and started moving, hoping he might find the way out.

"...It took an hour to break into the pyramid once I'd dug out enough sand. The limestone was harder and thicker than I thought, but once I managed to break in, I found myself in a one-block-wide passageway, filled with cobwebs and dust and a pile of rubble I'd just let in! I lit a torch and stepped inside, hoping the map I had of the passageways was accurate. The treasure was in here, I just knew it! I had to find it!" Scar said to his captive audience.

This wasn't how he intended to work the pyramid, but Jevin had got him on a roll and there was no stopping him now. They would hear the whole story whether they wanted to or not!

The one with the empty eyes walks the halls, master, the Vexes reported.

The Pharaoh smiled, knowing who they meant. "Well, well, well. Now, that's interesting. Chase him deeper. I'll awaken soon enough."

Grian had walked for another ten minutes, now inexplicably lost. He'd been shot with an arrow after tripping over a wire, and now he could hear zombies groaning behind the walls. He wished he had some torches on him, he might have been able to mark his way. But he'd brought nothing useful except for some food, acutely aware that Scarland was full of danger, not just from the dimly lit park that spawned mobs after dark, but from Scar himself and some of the attractions he'd built in here, like the pyramid. He wasn't taking any chances of losing his gear in a place he wouldn't be able to recover them from.

He stopped, hearing something screeching. Like a minecart breaking quickly on rails, followed by a thump and a howling sound. Perhaps coming in here had been a mistake. He froze as something sharp pressed against his neck.

"Who's there? Is that you, Scar? What do you want?" Grian said, trying to keep his voice down in case he attracted any further attention.

Run.

"Why would I do that? Who are you?" Grian said. "Maybe I'll just stay here."

Then you will die.

Grian nearly argued back, but a Vex face appeared as something grabbed his ankle and it was such a shock he kicked and kicked until he was free and did indeed run for it.

"Maybe Scar was right, maybe this place is cursed," Grian said as he ran down more hallways.

Well, run was a little optimistic. The darkness concealed a lot of hazards, and without a memory of where he ought to be going, he simply followed the halls blindly, hoping he might get back to the entrance at some point. Hopefully. Perhaps without dying, that would be nice.

The Pharaoh rose out of his sarcophagus, pushing the lid off until it crashed onto the ground. Grian was getting close, he could sense it. Grasping an ornate khopesh, the Pharaoh, bandages dragging through the sand, pushed the door of his tomb open and began to walk the halls.

In the back of Scar's awareness, he could sense where Cub was, and what was going on, as he told of his brave feats of adventuring as he walked through the old pyramid, avoiding traps and killing spiders and making his way to the treasure room. Every sentence became more incredible than the last, which is usually what happened when Scar let himself just spin a story like this.

He and Cub had cooked this idea up in Bdubs' coffee shop one night after several games of TCG at Cub's arena. The mummified Pharaoh creeping through the pyramid to kill whoever disturbed his sleep, with Vexes and other dangers thrown in for good measure. After all, Scarland needed at least one death game, right? It had to live up to it's reputation as dangerous as much as it was the happiest place on earth. That's what made it so special.

Grian heard spiders. Cave spiders. The problem was, he couldn't work out where the sound was coming from. He stopped in an intersection of three other passageways, all as dark as each other, unable to decide where to go next. He was sure the Vexes were still behind him, but they seemed to be toying with him. Getting close to bite him, before backing off again. Not even deep bites either, just warning shots, as it were, leaving him a little bloodied and in pain as he kept going.

He saw the eyes first. Beady red eyes charging at him through the corridor in front of him. It took a moment to process what he was seeing before they were suddenly on him, and he ran, unable to have avoided being bitten.

"Scar! SCAR! WHY WOULD YOU PUT CAVE SPIDERS IN HERE? WHO DOES THAT?" Grian screeched, feeling the poison burning through his body as he ran.

The Pharaoh laughed, hearing Grian's cries. He knew where he was, alright. The spiders were crying for blood. He was close. He raised the khopesh, its blade sharp and ready to strike, as he took a left, and prepared to end the game.

Grian had found a small nook to hide in, where he was waiting for the poison to wear off as he ate as much as he could. His feet were hurting in more ways than one. He was shivering, ignoring the blood from another arrow shot that had hit his thigh. At least he couldn't hear any spiders anymore.

What he could hear now, once he stopped breathing so heavily, were footsteps. Human-sounding footsteps.

"There's someone in my tomb. Someone who shouldn't be here. Someone who won't live to see the sky again once I find you," a voice called.

It was definitely Cub, Grian realised. But also, more than Cub. His voice had been booming, shimmering with magic. He should probably move, especially now that the poison had worn off. The problem was, the Pharaoh's voice was coming from all angles. He had no idea where he actually was.

"I'm just going to have to guess, aren't I? Oh, good lord. Where's left to go? There's only a couple of passageways from here. Guess I'd better just pick one and see where I end up," Grian said.

The Pharaoh pushed a button, hidden underneath some sand. Whichever way Grian went, he wasn't getting away. He was so close now. Time to feed. Time to eat the soul of his next victim.

Grian crashed into a wall that he was sure had been a much longer hallway.

"No! Hey! Let me out of here!" Grian said thumping on the stone.

Footsteps approached. Grian turned to see a dark figure closing in.

"You dare to disturb my slumber, mortal? No one enters my tomb and lives!" the Pharaoh cried as he ran at Grian.

"No! Scar! Hey! Wait, I-"

Grian was slain by TheCursedPharaoh using The Vengeance of Ra

Scar pulled something out of his bag as his fellow Hermits looked on in awe. "See, this is a golden cup I found in the tomb! Look at the intricate carvings! There were a pair of these, and I rescued them, along with so many other treasures! Once you complete the pyramid, you can see them all in the museum, and buy replicas of your favourites in the gift shop! Take home a little piece of the Pharaoh's treasure to remember your visit to Scarland! So, who's keen to go next?"

#convexical asks #hermitcraft #fanfic #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #grian #pharaoh cub #cursed pyramids #scarland attractions #scarland death games #scar and cub are up to no good #appreciate the one and perhaps only time i write grian #but i could hear no one else's voice when i was writing this lol #light horror #tw arachnids #tw blood #tw character death #minecraft respawn mechanics

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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I went to one of those Bitchypop stans to block them and saw a post about Fizz/blitz not being like siblings and I'm dead.

"They should've been siblings!!" fizz being the catalyst for blitzo's troubles with romance and intimacy makes way more narrative sense than him being a surprise brother. blitzo already has a sibling that he has a complex dynamic with, stop ignoring barbie!! -

Been part of various fandoms over the years and the way people collectively shit on/ignore female characters in favor of male ones always rubbed me the wrong way.

Blitz has one sibling. A twin sister named Barbie. You’d think people would be all over the “they’re twins!!!” thing. There’s so much potential for hope and redemption in their relationship that I honestly don’t understand why people reject it so much.

Oh wait I do know, it’s called internalized misogyny

UM. HELLO??? THEIR BELOVED SHOW IS GUILTY OF EVERYTHING THEY'RE COMPLAINING ABOUT 😭😭😭 Like. To the green text, Blitzo having feelings for Fizz came out of fucking nowhere. And your fucking show and lord Viv ignores the hell out of Barbie!! In the 1st purple paragraph, that's literally what Viv does 😂😂 HUH! I keep seeing ppl say they wish Viv (who might as well have "internalized misogyny" tattooed on her forehead) would stop underutilizing her female characters. How'd these 2 (and the ppl liking the post) completely miss all of that?

Screaming internalized misogyny while Vivzie just sneaks past behind them carrying half her female cast in a sack labeled "dump." Vivzie stans really are a special kind of delusional.

#Anonymous #vivziepop fandom #actual blog post

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nadia-zahra · 2 years

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Stop ignoring Mike's character development

Ahhhh I'm starting to get pissed off. Like no hate to the ppl who think Mike still has internalized homophobia in s4 and doesn't know he's in love with Will, but like this theory completely strips his character of any character development.

The major overarching plot for Mike is to become emotionally secure with his friendships (El + Will) and himself.

If this is supposed to be his character development throughout the show, then why would they wait until st5 to begin this. Like if Mike is just extremely repressed and has internalized homophobia in s4 then his character has literally had no development at all. St4 is the second to last season-- it makes no sense from a writing viewpoint to make a character as be extremely repressed and internally homophobic for 4 seasons, and then just stop within the last one.

And when he finds out Will made the painting because he loves Mike, is his internalized homophobia and repression supposed to just suddenly go away.... within 8 episodes?? How is this supposed to be satisfying for the audience?

No matter what the ga is going to be taken aback by Mike becoming canonically queer, but if he confesses he didn't know he felt platonically towards El because she makes him feel loved and didn't want to admit he loved Will then it looks like really sloppy character writing and appeasing to lgbt fans/ byler shippers. Yet if he confesses he knew he wasn't in love with her and was initially with her because he wanted to be normal, but it morphed into his insecurity of I will lose her if she ever found out doubled with his insecurity of she doesn't need me I feel purposeless then it makes his character development satisfying for everyone. In real life, it's totally realistic for teenage boys (especially in the 80s) to have internalized homophobia for years, and Mike had it too from st1-st3 and it shouldn't be ignored. However, this is a show, and this show is starting to wrap up. Mike is one of the main characters; Stranger Things prides itself on its storytelling, so why would they write only him so poorly.

But ya know what makes sense from a character writing standpoint??? Making him secure with himself in the first half of the show and making him secure with his friendships in the second.

Like seriously why would this be his character development:

s1-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he learns that he feels valued/loved through being needed through El.

s2-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he continues to feel valued/loved through being needed through Will.

s3-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he learns what it feels like to not be valued/loved through being needed by El because elmax shows her she's badass.

s4-- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and he feels insecure about not being valued/loved through being needed El because he idolizes her.

s5-- Mike realizes he's in love with Will and not El so he becomes okay with being gay. Mike realizes he's always been valued/loved through being needed by Will. Mike learns to feel loved/valued without being needed by El.

HELLO?!!?!?!?!?!! CAN YOU SEE HOW THIS IS SHITTY CHARACTER WRITING?!?!?!??!?!

like I can't even ignore the writers obviously making a portion of his character arc about being needed considering its the focus on Mike in s4. BUT WHAT FUCKING CRACK ARE YOU PEOPLE SMOKING IF YOU THINK THIS IS HIS GAY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!?

THIS makes sense:

s1- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, and learns that he feels valued/loved through being needed by El.

s2- Mike realizes he like likes Will, after feeling valued/loved through being needed by him all season, at the snowball but tries to ignore it because of being repressed from internalized homophobia and believing Will is straight.

s3- Mike is repressed from internalized homophobia, but in 3x6 accepts he's not in love with El after saying he loves El out loud to everyone but her. Mike becomes scared of losing El if she found out he is gay in 3x6. Mike learns what it feels like to not be valued/loved through being needed by El because elmax shows her she's badass. Mike realizes he's in love with Will on moving day after being told he'd never join another party because this makes Mike feel loved/valued through being needed.

s4- Mike accepts he's in love with Will and not El. Mike feels insecure about not being loved/valued through being needed by Will after not talking for six months but this changes after resolidifying their friendship. Mike feels scared of losing El because of him not being in love with her and feels insecure about not being loved/valued by El because he idolizes her.

s5-Mike accepts he's in love with Will and not El. Mike realizes he's always been loved/valued through being needed by Will because of painting confession. Mike learns to feel loved/valued without being needed by El.

Do you people see how his character development literally slowly grows in the first half, reaches a peak in the middle, and slowly resolves in the second half????

ITS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW BASIC STORYTELLING WORKS!!!!

you don't have to agree with my timeline of when he realized his feelings for Will + El, but dear lord at least see that it's happened.

#byler #mike wheeler #byler tumblr #byler nation #byler brainrot #stranger things #dailystrangerthings #mike wheeler apologist

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personasintro · 1 year

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hey :)

I'm following lots of Tumblrs now but you're the reason this app's installed 🫶🏼

MH wasn't actually the first fanfiction I've ever read on wattpad but it was the last one😭 it's like now that I know about MH it feels like other fanfictions on that app will never be as good?

anyways, so after reading MH (all chapters) it's then that I decided to install Tumblr and follow you on here 'cause I've seen people saying that you're more active here, and tbh I wanted to know you better

after that I literally read ALL of your works🥹 they're SO GOOD and it's sad that they aren't getting the recognition they deserve 🥲 I can't explain how amazing your stories are and I truly can see your hard work

now that time had passed, I wanted to thank you, mainly for writing MH, because that's the reason I have this app were I made new friends and read incredible stories💜 I discovered amazing writers whom I can see are gonna turn out to be huge someday🥹 the talent is indescribable and I'm truly honoured to have known you🫶🏼

you're an expert at writing. you have many many well-written stories. you have the talent which I appreciate so much. you can make me feel every emotion through your words, and the way of you describing everything, your storylines, your plots, characters, angst, fluff, smut.. they're all perfect 💜🫶🏼

another thing I've been wanting to say.. you're doing this for FREE, you're not getting anything in return so PLEASE don't give away the things that are important to you.. your health☹️ I know. I won't be able to understand the pressure you're under right now, or you've BEEN under since MH started to blow up.. but now that I know you enough to care for you, can I ask you to not care? It's hard I know, these dumb people won't ever stop sending you messages asking for more updates. but if you think about it, who fucking cares? are these idiots more important than you? you have fans now, we all care for you💜 we all wish you nothing but the best🫶🏼 and we'll throw hands when needed💪🏼

you're one of a kind. you're sweet, kind, honest, talented, and a good friend who deserves to be happy. if these people who call themselves fans can spread negative energy just for an update, SCREW THEM. we can wait, we've waited before and it wasn't a big deal🤷🏻‍♀️ MH is AMAZING don't get me wrong but life goes on? updates will come and go just like everything else in this world. and it will someday have a last chapter what about that? what are they gonna do when reading the last one? will they ask you for another fanfiction? they won't stop🤷🏻‍♀️

think about yourself for one moment and tell me, are they worth your time? energy? health? are they worth the exhaustion you feel?

don't EVER feel guilty for any decision you make💜💜💜 you're your own person

I love you <3

Hello!! Wow, thank you! I’m glad I seem to be interesting enough that ppl want to get me better 🤭 I’m always amazed how many readers support me in so many different ways. I’m very thankful in this aspect, I’ll always cherish it!

Honestly, I don’t think I deserve this much love and support. I’ve said this many times but it’s true 😭 I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys! And just to be clear, y’all are not my fans (calling you that just seems ridiculous to me 😭 I’m sorry 🤧). You are my precious readers and I’m just an ordinary girl who’s apparently got a big imagination 🤭

You’re right! There are more important things in this world than updates 🪐 I hope I can continue to be a part of your life and free time no matter how much I update in a month or a year.

Thank you very much for all the lovely messages! I’m always pouting, ready to cry how sweet y’all are to me! It really touches my heart and I’ll be forever thankful! I’ll always remember this part of my life 💫

#💜

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mike-haters-dni · 7 months

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‘SENT TO THE GULAG’ IS KILLING ME

okay yes hop has probably atoned for his sins by now and his monologue at rock bottom was really good but it still pisses me off sometimes idkk. im just waiting for the payoff of seeing him actually DO better this time😭

and exactly! the angst in s2 is like- messy- but that’s good television! it gave us a top 5 millie preformance how can i even be mad

men in stranger things are weird sometimes cuz you have to overlook their CRIMES, (i’ll be like “omg jancy!” then i REMEMBER…) it’s weird when a character is randomly at their worst for a scene or a season just to meet the story’s requirements

jopper can scream at each other all sam and diane for nostalgia in s3 but when you look at it in a larger context it’s kinda dicey. like how weird of hop to doubt her when he already knows to trust her instincts.

and also it’s just like- nobody drags him enough for me! he’s so loved- male characters can do ANYTHING kinda- so i have to get him. out of principle. and i see that hopper (and like david harbour) is too important to kill off in the show and that him and el’s relationship isn’t all lows, not even in s2. i think i’m just bitter that 1. st tiktok treats el like she was SO unreasonable in that scene>:( (i need to stop going there it makes me want to rant on tumblr) and 2. how much time was devoted to bringing him back last season like my cali boys were so neglected. :( (after 2 failed prison escape attempts i was like (why i am still looking at this insanely bruised man) so-

but yeah i need to stop typing now cause i have a million thoughts in my head about hopper and the way that he is. and the way the show treats him. (how funny is it that even the viewers can have a complicated relationship with him. maybe i’m not giving the writers enough credit in that regard)

: )

-No like, I agree 100%. We forgive but we never forget

-I have a hard time even being really mad at Jonathan for the Incident cuz like, that was such a weird ooc moment that was clearly just so the plot would happen. Like he got possessed by the spirit of the writers to do that shit. And like I can't even be mad at the writers either because like, the plot they were servicing is really fucking good? I might be the only person in the world who thinks this but I think this show is phenomenally written esp from a plot structure perspective. Near perfectly even. Like this show single-handedly instilled a sense of how to do super satisfying setup and payoff, and how to have every scene push multiple things forward, and how everything seen on screen needs to be relevant to as much as possible. Its so tightly written that its like...yeah Jonathan had to do that shit. It allowed like 3 perfectly intersecting plotlines to play out. There was no other option. And like there probably was and maybe I'm coping or whatever but like...idk it's perfect to me :) But still we forgive but we never forget. And we only forgive after they display a marked change in behavior. And we still never forget <3 (side note: remember when El dumped him and Mike ((and Lucas)) went full andrew tate for a second? That's the one thing he's ((they've)) actually ever done wrong lmaooo ((tbf they were also 13 so like)))

-Who tf is saying she was being unreasonable??? child???? traumatized??? isolated in a tiny cabin for a year?????? With Hopper?????? A cop????????? HellO?????????? Bro ppl HATE her bro this needs to stop

-I think the biggest problem with the Russia plotline is just that it's not fun? Watching Hopper get tortured in a labor camp is not fun? I came here for 80s vibes, friendship and supernatural shit and it only delivers that whenever Joyce and Murray are onscreen (who are really fantastic together tho) and once the monster finally shows up way too late into the proceedings. There should have been inklings of monster throughout to add some intrigue and let us know that this was all going to have a point that tied into the plot of Stranger Things the 80s Monster Show. But alas.

#I've hated a character in canon so much that I actively deleted them from the fanfiction I'm always writing in my head #can't say anyone in this show is near that level #but like #well I only care about the party lmao #everyone else is side characters #anyway thank you for the essay as usual u are correct and I will be citing this in my college thesis #acab

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pompadourpink · 1 year

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Hi mum maybe a silly q but I just started my last year of hs (17) and I was wondering if you had any advice for me. I have no idea what to do with my life and I'm panicking. Sometimes I can't even sleep at night because it already feels like time is running out and I've never had a bf and I don't know what to do next year and ppl just tell me 'you'll figure it out!!' and I just panic even more because I've been trying to figure it out for years and I still don't have any answers!

Hello dear,

The first thing I want to do is to reassure you - not only time is not running out, but it hasn't even started running. It's going to start ticking when you graduate. Think of everything you've known so far as some type of introduction - real life is about to start, and it is very exciting.

In a nutshell, the world is your oyster. High school is a weird moment in someone's life because you're supposed to start thinking about your studies, future career, driving license, money, taxes and all that jazz while you're still expected to ask permission to go to the bathroom. On top of that, you're surrounded by adults whose only mission is to stress you out about exams and your future.

When I was in my first year of high school, I had a classmate who had a plan for life, where she was going to marry her current boyfriend at 18, buy a house at 20, get her dream job at 22, have her first kid at 23 and her second at 25. From anyone over the age of 26, that just looks like burnout (and a long series of disappointments) waiting to happen. But when you're that age, it feels like what everyone tells you the future is going to be like, even if you didn't give yourself deadlines. When I was little, I fully thought I'd be married with kids at 18, and yet here I am, 12 years later, with no ring on my finger and relieved that it didn't happen because it would have been the stupidest mistake I could have made at that age.

My advice is to not try to meet other people's expectations of you. Don't have kids because mum is asking for grandchildren. Don't study law because your history teacher thinks you'd be a good lawyer. Don't drop hobbies because people think it's a waste of time. If you can't debate it, it's not the right thing to do - typically, it's a decision made for you by either capitalism or tradition.

I'm giving those examples because they're my experience. I went to a uni that was 30km away from where I grew up because I didn't even think about other options. I could have moved to the other side of France! taken a gap year and travelled! moved to England and gone to uni there! become a professional pianist or a ballet dancer! But I didn't even realise it was an option, and I didn't do it.

People often give you suggestions because they didn't reach their own goals so that they can live vicariously through you - sometimes they're even trying to make you fail because they're jealous that you have an option and they feel stuck. You don't have to listen and probably shouldn't anyway, because not only they don't know what you want, but they're thinking of success in terms of money and power and maybe you're just dreaming of peace and adventure and you're allowed to.

One last thing I'd like to share is a lesson I got from my philosophy teacher when I was your age: you will never stop changing, therefore will only be able to define yourself after your death. So keep asking yourself what you want, how it's different from your previous answers, listen to your gut, wonder what your perfect day looks like and how you can get there. That's all you need to know. You have one shot at life. Don't spend it trying to please people who don't care what you want.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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groovybun-png · 3 months

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Hello groovy, its me again that random anon who once wrote you that Long ass essay haha im now fully convinced that i am a Stalker now for waiting AGAIN haha its Just that i think You're a big inspiration and a big comfort Page for people who arent that motivated or that confident to Post stuff Like that (i defenitly already Said that i literally have the brain of a old grandma Help) and i saw that you barely really make Views and i thought that it might feel discouraging and maybe even shitty tbh, and i once again wanted to Tell you that you're so goddamn talented and amazing (im defenitly Stalker Level rn) aand maybe you already know who am i haha im Just too Shy to write Things in the comments so i Just Like and thats it its Just so emberassing for me to write Something in the comments of someone who i Look Up to, oh and i really Hope you Had a great Christmas and a great new years, maybe even a great Birthday? Haha i cant wait to Look Forward to your next posts:) Please have a great day and a great week, a great month and maybe If Something Happens to me, a great year or great years:)

Oh hello again! No no, I'm happy to received positive anon ask on my inbox so don't feel discouraged.

The "big comfort page" has to be the greatest compliment that I ever got. Believe me I used to worry a lot abt what kind of art that I post and have to remind myself that if ppl aren't happy or uncomfortable with my stuff then it's their problem, not mine.

Speaking of little views, yes I do aware and it doesn't bother me at all cause I draw for fun. Thinking too much about the number of likes (the algorithm is cruel y'know) could stress yourself and you'll lose your joy of drawing.

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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This oneshot was originally posted on my second wattpad account and I wanna post them here instead because I know ppl will see them

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Morning After

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Genshin Impact one-shot

{kaeya & childe x fem!reader}

CW: suggestive themes {18+ minors dni}

Y/n rolled over in the bed onto her stomach, her naked legs felt sore when she flinched slightly as she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, my love. How are you?" A voice said.

Y/n turned up to the person was next to her on the bed. Seeing tanned skin of a naked torso in her eye view, she squinted slightly since she just woke up. Y/n rubbed her face into the pillow than looked back at the person next to her and came to realize who it was.

'Wait! I know those abs!' She thought with widened eyes.

"Kaeya..." She muttered softly.

Kaeya chuckled, which made the young woman blush. I mean it always did ever since she met this man, his laugh was what made her fall for him in the first place but over time she loved everything.

"By the way, you were great last night, hon." Kaeya said making Y/n flush in embarrassment, kissing her cheek as well as slipping his hand under the covers to hold her waist.

"Shut up... you're so embarrassing." Y/n said, turning away from him.

Kaeya smirked. "And you're cute," She felt his hand slip to her ass, giving it a tight squeezing it. "Feel like another round?"

"Hell no and hey watch those hands or you'll have a hook to match that eyepatch, mister." Y/n said.

"Wow, ice cold, milady." Kaeya said.

Y/n sighed. Sometimes with Kaeya's nature it makes her forget why she love this man but she remembered she does. Y/n turned over to lay on her back, removing Kaeya's hand as she did so.

Y/n looked over to the other side, she scowled seeing the other person in the bed with her and her boyfriend, Kaeya.

"Childe? I'd thought you'd be at work by now." She said to ginger-haired male.

"Sorry to disappoint you, girly." Childe said softly leaning back on a pillow.

"I'm not. It's just unexpected," Y/n said crawling over to his side of the bed and sat up to hug his arm. "I'm happy."

Childe being Y/n's other boyfriend was an accident, it was mostly Kaeya's fault. Childe was a friend of Kaeya's that's how the two of them meet. Childe fell for Y/n and Kaeya noticed this which he brought up the thought of a poly relationship which Childe agreed with as well as both Y/n and Kaeya so that's how the three got together.

Childe and Kaeya's relationship started of pretty rocky because of jealousy until they were alone together in the house they shared with Y/n and had sex together so this is how it's been for almost a year. Y/n, her boyfriend, Kaeya and his boyfriend, Childe who is also Y/n's boyfriend. Basic stuff here

Childe smiled hearing Y/n's comment, kissing her forehead. "Good, I'm glad," He said. "That Kaeya can't have you all to himself." Childe said with a playful glare towards Kaeya.

"Oh. Is that so?" Kaeya asked smirking at Childe crawling over towards the two, wrapping his arm around your waist again.

"U-Um, guys I thought you two were over this whole jealousy things." Y/n said feeling squished by her two partners.

"Oops, sorry love. Old habits die hard, right babe?" Kaeya said smirking at Childe.

"Yeah." Childe said, leaning in and kissed Kaeya on the lips.

"Hello, you both are squishing me!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Sorry, N/n." Childe said pulling away from both her and Kaeya getting up from the bed.

"Aww, you're leaving!" Y/n whined a bit.

Childe laughed a bit as he pulled on some boxers. "Sorry, but you know I have too." He said.

"Whatever, they overwork you sometimes and sometimes you never come home until 3 days later." Y/n said getting up from the bed to hug him from behind, press her chest against his bare back

"I know but it's part of my job. I'm sorry, N/n." He said.

"Fine, can I at least join you in the shower?" Y/n asked.

Childe smirked. "Sure." Turning around in Y/n's arms to kiss her on the lips. She giggled as she and Childe rushed to the bathroom.

"Kaeya join us!" Y/n yelled.

Kaeya smirked getting up from the bed to join them in the bathroom. "Okay, just no funny business." He said.

"Says you." Y/n said.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin fandom #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin fanfic #suggestive themes #kaeya x childe #chaeya #kaeya x fem!reader #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin fluff

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hyocherie · 2 years

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shinichirou created a groupchat.

special chapter for "the scariest future" edited version

(suggestive, cursing, I don't know where this is going)

shinichirou made a group chat

shinichirou added three people

shinichirou set nicknames for three members

shinichirou named the group chat "GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺"TAKEOMI: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GDM NAME

SHINICHIROU: HELLO GAY PPL THAT I RECRUITED 🤩❤

WAKASA: i am going to kill who tf made this gc.

SHINICHIROU: HI WAKA-CHAN 🥰

WAKASA: hi shin-chan...

BENKEI: thats fruity...

WAKASA: it's not, fuck off caius-wannabe

TAKEOMI: yk caius???? didn't know u enjoy bl...explicit bl...

SHINICHIROU: guys, what's bl?

BENKEI: who is cauis and why do i look like him 😔

WAKASA: SHIN-CHAN HOW TF DO U NOT KNOW BL?? YOU'RE GAY.

SHINICHIROU: correction — im bi :)

TAKEOMI: stop with that full stop its terrifying...AND SHIN I THOUGHT U KNEW ????

BENKEI: OMG THE USE OF THE "SPACE" TAKEOMI R U ON STANTWT ?????

TAKEOMI: OMG HOW DO U KNOW ???? WHATS UR @ LETS BE MOOTS

SHINICHIROU: guys what's stantwt

WAKASA: SHIN-CHAN CHECK UR FUCKING DMS

SHINICHIROU: NO NEED TO CURSE WAKA-CHAN 🥺 but k wait

BENKEI: I SENT MY @ ON DM, FB

TAKEOMI: GOT IT GOT IT THE NAMJOON PFP IS MINE. but umaushi what did u send to shin

WAKASA: its imaushi not umaushi

TAKEOMI: do i give a fuck? No, ok. but what did u send shin ?

WAKASA: um why do u care...?

TAKEOMI: bc he's my friend??? and I'm curious????

SHINICHIROU: wakasa why is everything dark and why is there a lightsaber in the middle of the pic

BENKEI: IMAUSHI YOU DID NOT

WAKASA: did what

TAKEOMI: SANO SHINICHIRO WHAT TF DID HE SEND YOU????

SHINICHIROU: ill send it thru dm, idk what this is...

TAKEOMI: k

....

BENKEI: why did it suddenly become silent...

TAKEOMI: UMAUSHI WAKASHA

WAKASA: it's imaushi wakasa, can't u read???

TAKEOMI: OUT OF ALL THE PICS U COULDVE SEND, WHY THAT????

WAKASA: bc that's bl???? tf

TAKEOMI: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN

WAKASA: then i don't get what you mean

TAKEOMI: yk-nevermind. shin...

SHINICHIROU: hm?

TAKEOMI: forget what he sent, k?

SHINICHIROU: um...sure?

WAKASA: but um...shin-chan...👉👈

BENKEI: why the emojis

TAKEOMI: suspicious.

SHINICHIROU: yes, waka-chan?

WAKASA: can i um...

BENKEI: wgat

TAKEOMI: what 🤨

WAKASA: are you shin-chan 🙄

TAKEOMI: we're answering for him for his safety 😃

BENKEI: what omi said 😅

SHINICHIROU is typing...

TAKEOMI: don't.you.dare.shinichirou.

SHINICHIROU stopped typing.

TAKEOMI: better. so what, imaushi?

WAKASA: i was askin' if i and shin-chan could hang out

BENKEI: in bed

TAKEOMI: GASP 😱

TAKEOMI: I SAY NO 💢💢

WAKASA: WTF NO, I MEAN OUTSIDE

BENKEI: semi-public sex

TAKEOMI: I DON'T ALLOW IT. I WILL KEEP SHIN SAFE OR ELSE HE'LL DIE AT THE HANDS OF HIS MOTHER AND GRANDFATHER

SHINICHIROU: sure, waka-chan 😊

BENKEI: IN BED!?!?

TAKEOMI: I DECLINE

WAKASA: SHUT TF UP NOT IN BED

SHINICHIROU: aww i was expecting in bed 😔

WAKASA: if you want ig... ///

TAKEOMI: nah i'm out

TAKEOMI is offlineBENKEI: have fun!

BENKEI is offlineWAKASA: ...

WAKASA: so...

SHINICHIROU: can you open the door? i've been waiting here for a while now...

WAKASA: YOU WHAT

day two:

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

2:34 AM

TAKEOMI is online

TAKEOMI: i still hate the gdm name

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: it hates you too

TAKEOMI: i hate you

BENKEI: i feel the same for you, akashi

WAKASA is online

WAKASA: enemies to lovers 🤭

TAKEOMI: imaushi it's past your bedtime, go to sleep

WAKASA: i'm not a child

BENKEI: technically you are, you are one year younger than all of us

WAKASA: we're the same age, arashi, you just look 10,000 years older than me

TAKEOMI: ok imaushi i like you now don't sleep

BENKEI: you're going to gang up on me i know it

TAKEOMI: oh we will 😈

WAKASA: hehehe

BENKEI: no pls

BENKEI: @shinichirou

SHINICHIROU is online

SHINICHIROU: i have been summoned

WAKASA: hi loml

SHINICHIROU: hi bb

TAKEOMI: BB?!

BENKEI: BABY?!

benkei in his mind: good thing they're not gonna gang up on me anymore hehe

SHINICHIROU: what's wrong with calling him baby?

TAKEOMI: E-HEM, A LOT?!?!?!

BENKEI: are you two a thing?

TAKEOMI: WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT????

BENKEI: told ya it was sex

TAKEOMI: ARASHI KEIZO SHUT UP

BENKEI: sorry baby

TAKEOMI: it's alright

WAKASA: AND YOU TWO CALL EACH OTHER BABY?!

WAKASA: AND THEN ITS SEX WHEN I AND SHIN-CHAN CALL EACH OTHER BABY?!

SHINICHIROU: oh congrats benkei and omi!

BENKEI: thanks shin!

TAKEOMI: ITS BECAUSE YOU HAD SEX LAST NIGHT?!

WAKASA: WE DID NOT

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan why are you denying it thou :(

TAKEOMI: DENY WHAT

BENKEI: omg you really did it 😱😱

TAKEOMI: who was top

WAKASA: i was

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan stop lying , yk it was me

TAKEOMI: 😱😱😱😱😱

TAKEOMI: SHIN IS A TOP?! HOW SHOCKING 😱😱

BENKEI: omi you're so dramatic it's funny 😭😭

TAKEOMI: i'm just me bestie 💅

WAKASA: HUH YOU WERE TOP?!

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan we just finished

SHINICHIROU: i still don't understand why we're texting if you're sitting on my lap

TAKEOMI: YOU ARE WHAT

BENKEI: how about let's all go to sleep, it's 3 in the morning

BENKEI: correction, almost three in the morning

TAKEOMI: YOU JUST FINISHED?! OUR LAST TEXT WAS 7 PM

WAKASA: OUR LAST TEXT WAS SEVEN?!

WAKASA: shin-chan stop giving me hickeys you've given me too much

TAKEOMI:...

BENKEI:...

WAKASA: oh

WAKASA: did i just text that?

WAKASA: sorry i was gonna say it out loud to him but i texted it

WAKASA is offline

SHINICHIROU is offline

TAKEOMI: um ok

BENKEI: rip waka's ass

the next day...actually just 5 hours later

(i'm too lazy to format)

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

7:09 am

TAKEOMI is online

TAKEOMI: good morning

SHINICHIROU is online

SHINICHIROU: very unusual of you to say good morning on your own hehe

SHINICHIROU: but good morning!

TAKEOMI: go back offline you ruined my mood

SHINICHIROU: aw :(

WAKASA is online

TAKEOMI: oh here comes your boyfriend

WAKASA: i only went online because shin-chan went online

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: good morning!

BENKEI: and why are you awake so early in the morning

BENKEI: i just woke up because my notifs were already blasting like crazy

TAKEOMI: we only just had less than 10 texts here, how did your phone explode with notifs

BENKEI: you were spamming me

TAKEOMI: oh yeah

WAKASA: only intellects wake up this early in the morning

WAKASA: and i admit

WAKASA: i am not an intellect

TAKEOMI: you were never human

WAKASA: if my legs weren't sore, i probably sprinted through your window already and killed you

SHINICHIROU: baby don't be like that

WAKASA: sorry

BENKEI: wait your legs are what

WAKASA: sore

WAKASA: like very sore

TAKEOMI: i thought you were top 🤨

WAKASA: i take that back, i have been destined to be shin-chan's submissive —

BENKEI: omega

WAKASA: ...

WAKASA: can't deny that

SHINICHIROU:i took an omegaverse test though

BENKEI: i wonder what it said

TAKEOMI: what did it say

SHINICHIROU: i'm an alpha based on my traits 🤩

WAKASA: ... oh

WAKASA: shin-chan i can be your breeding bitch

TAKEOMI: can somebody mute imaushi

TAKEOMI: i beg you, please

WAKASA: no one can stop me

BENKEI: wait, why are waka and shin texting if they're beside each other

SHINICHIROU: oh no i'm making breakfast

WAKASA: my apartment smells like pancakes, very yummy

BENKEI: please send some :(

SHINICHIROU: on it!

SHINICHIROU: or do you wanna have breakfast together? i think i made too much batter

WAKASA: NO

TAKEOMI: huh

BENKEI: why :(

WAKASA: i want shin-chan for me and for me only

WAKASA: this is our first morning together 🤪

TAKEOMI: nah i'm already on my way (vc)

BENKEI: i'm out of the house

WAKASA: OH COME ON

SHINICHIROU: the more the merrier uwu

SHINICHIROU: waka-chan, we can have our mornings together in the next few days, ok?

WAKASA:... sure

SHINICHIROU: i can feel you sulking from here, i'll give you a kiss

WAKASA: come here now, i need it

SHINICHIROU: ok, ok

GAY BD 🤸♀️💃🥺

8:45 pm

TAKEOMI is online

SHINICHIROU IS ONLINE

SHINICHIROU: i sense something bad

WAKASA is online

BENKEI is online

BENKEI: takeomi no

TAKEOMI changed the nicknames of all members

gay: i wonder what mine is...

gay: akashi takeomi i'm not gay

caius: yes you are

caius: oh

caius: i still don't know who caius is 😔

the only sane one: shin type

alpha: hello

alpha: i'm telling your mom

alpha: oh wait

alpha: you don't have one

the only sane one: now that's just plain rude

caius: shin slay

gay: OUT OF ALL THE NAMES YOU COULD'VE GIVEN ME

the only sane one changed gay's name

omega: thank you

omega: i take that back

the only sane one: hey benkei

caius: yes :3

the only sane one: the big one's caius

caius: NAUR WHY DO I SEE THE RESEMBLANCE 😭😭😭

the only sane one: koichi looks like shin omg

omega: NO SHIN-CHAN'S MINE

alpha: what were they about to do

the only sane one: obviously....

omega: they had sex the first time they met

the only sane one: damn i hate this manga. traumatizing

omega: for once i agree with you

alpha changed the only sane's one name

koichi: now what did you do

koichi: YOU DID NOT

koichi: SANO SHINICHIROU CHANGE IT

koichi: or i will

alpha banned koichi from changing the nicknames

caius: oh that was a thing?

koichi: HOW DARE YOU

omega: omg shin-chan i love you

omega: can you also like

omega: change the rest back to normal

alpha: i love you too my love

alpha: but no i like these names

omega: oh come on

caius: it's funny how we all have partners

omega: yeah, now everybody knows i'm shin-chan's bride

caius: the titan's bride and the alpha's bride

caius: hilarious 🤣

koichi: I TOLD YOUR MOM

koichi: and...

koichi: she just laughed at me

alpha: told ya

omega: anyways, shin-chan, round 2?

alpha: bet

alpha is offline

omega is offline

caius: rip waka's ass part 2

koichi: part 100 i can say

caius: true

caius: ...

caius: fine last chat

#shinwaka #wakashin #benomi #omiben #takeben #hyocherie #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #inc0rrect1stgenblackdragons #imaushi wakasa #akashi takeomi #arashi keizo #1st gen black dragon #chatfic #tokyo revengers chat fic #the scariest future #edited version

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