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yunhoszn · 2 months

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PAIRING choi san x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.37k

GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending

SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.

MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔

“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”

You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner.

With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror.

Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him.

Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.

You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.

He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.

”Do you think you could bench me?”

A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you.

You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space.

There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.

”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.

”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”

”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.

San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”

Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”

Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”

He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it.

“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”

Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go.

“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth.

“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”

“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.

”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”

It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”

When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.

You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more.

He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily.

“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”

You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home.

He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum.

“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain.

Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before.

There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace.

You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”

“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave.

San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile.

“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again.

“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”

You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”

“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”

Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed.

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain.

“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.”

You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone.

“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”

Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips.

“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”

He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…

Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”

You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you.

Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock.

“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper.

“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies.

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly.

“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder.

“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up.

“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought.

“I would love nothing more.”

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anantaru · 11 months

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— how he kisses you

including alhaitham, heizou, scaramouche, xiao x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, xiao's is kinda embarrassing idk he doesn't have a clue, making out mwah mwah

— alhaitham + easy but calculated

focus, please focus, alhaitham was divulging inwardly, and he was aware that if you noticed the slight nervousness perching in his settling limbs and muscles right now, you would most definitely have an ecstatic blast of embarrassingly badgering him for what would feel like an eternity.

in the general run of things, he took most things in his life vastly easy and tremendously undemanding, without overthinking them under any circumstances. your boyfriend alhaitham has long since grasped on that adding unsought energy into individual aspects in his life were mostly never ensuing in good results.

but he cannot shake off the calculated nature of himself, not even when he rounds his lips on top of yours. essentially the route he took, holding your face gently in his large palms before pulling you a tilt closer for about three seconds, pressing his lips on you just a teeny tiny bit more, before leaving the pressure to decline.

you sigh out heavenly, then slant forward into his body, your lips spaciously molded around his own as alhaitham sneakily gnaws down on your bottom lip, pulling away before catching a hold of his own breathing. the subtle ridge of a blush, brilliantly red— describing the passion in his heart that he experienced when a magnetic force pulled you together.

it's always stronger than anything you’ve both felt before whenever you kiss, whenever you find yourself comforted by his lips and trace, his thumbs crowning your cheeks and the implications of it all.

seeing alhaitham like this— how he was enjoying himself with you and how much you reveled in benevolently watching him.

you answer the fullness of his tongue demanding entrance as you slightly part your lips, shaping your wet muscle against him while extending your hands to find true haven in his soft hair, sculpturing your nails into his scalp, distantly, but enough so he'd heave out a deep sigh. occasionally you're pulling him back by his strands, so you could look at him low lidded, out of breath with bleary eyes, something which will stuck in your mind forever.

— heizou + fast and exciting

heizou might get lost in your kisses, just a little. because while he was kissing you, he never felt more alive and his mind rewired when you hug him tight, traversing your physical distance in less time than it took to blink yourself into a marvelous dream.

for that, he will forever be yours.

your erratic breaths weave together at each new amassed sweep of his tongue, your eyes remaining latched shut while you litter your arms around his neck to keep him as near as possible, meantime his rosy fragrance— scenting of sweet sakura blooms on a warm evening in inazuma city, was planing over your flaring nostrils and made his impressive presence feel all the more intensely.

all the more— meaningful.

directly, you ruffle your fingers into his hair in midst the obvious heaviness of heizou's expressing and dominating kisses, while his thumbs stroke along the outline of your cheek to shift you into him.

you can taste it, a little smile bridging over his lips, anew, when you tug on his hair, although gently, he sought after feeling it again. he gasps at another tug and you take the opportunity to nip on his bottom lip, only gently, but adding a dot of pressure for good and sweet measure.

with the nuance of this spontaneous act, which was usually quite unplanned and all over the place— wether it be the shy, awkward giggles or his eagerness to touch and cherish every inch of you, he was also skilled and indulgently exciting to you and whenever it was you doing something like this to him instead, heizou could see himself become consigned to oblivion.

it makes his mouth water.

no thoughts, no focus, only passion and the pain of wanting more each minute.

he's devilish, bending you forward into his lap, and his depictions of love were never idle. in outline, your expression must've been telling him that much, that you wouldn't want it any other way.

— scaramouche + nervous but passionate

if it were somehow possible to him, scaramouche would certainly scream into a pillow right now, over and over until his lungs would give up on him. he‘s abstrusely nervous— profoundly frazzled in his shoulders and lower back as he notices how you‘re inclining into his chest, fractionally, one at a time until perfectly screened in his arms.

he doesn‘t want to mess it up nor overdo it or screw it up or what about exaggerate it or— hold on, kuni's panicking again, quite jittery as he pulls away from you for a second, catching you off guard— it‘s twice as much embarrassing now, when you look at him disoriented.

what a damned nonsense, he huffs out, how hard could kissing possibly be?

"are you okay?" the concern was trammeling in your frame and manifesting in your tonality, "we can stop if you want."

but how does he tell you that there was nothing in this world he'd genuinely loathe more than stopping this right now, not when it felt so bloody exhilarating to him.

"no." scaramouche coughs, "no, no." although realizing he answered a little too quick.

you back away a little to give him enough space but he holds you in his gentle arms instead, as if scared you'd leave entirely, "don't stop." and he closes his eyes now, taking a deep breath before pulling you back into his lips. audibly this time, you whine into him but let yourself float in his content motions.

once you're in his warp, you leave it to scaramouche to control and manage how he saw fit, so he could experiment but also focus on what you preferred.

you slowly lick across his tongue, tilting your head a little, and something in your chest unbuttons when you place attention towards the feathery whines your boyfriend would huff out ever so lightly, signalizing that he's unhurriedly finding more confidence now.

another shiver quells inwardly, a slight weakening of the knees and you're on a thread— he's flawless at it, passionate and so content that you were surprised on how skilled he was at kissing and soothing your lips, still nervous but wanting, wanting to show you how insatiable you really were to him.

— xiao + erratic and eager

for xiao, it‘s all about learning and understanding about what you would be more partial to— yet he forgets about himself and entirely focuses on you, more often than you'd prefer.

which, in hindsight, wasn‘t a bad thing per se, but, you had to repeatedly mime and indicate that you wanted him to feel good and loved as well. to a large extent was kissing something very intimate and it's shared by two, not kept to one.

his bare lips are hot on top of yours, scorching and eager, while his movements were erratic and modestly sloppy at first, but your boyfriend was a fast learner and refrained from bumping his teeth against your own pearly whites. yet you're patient, very much so, kissing silent words into his mouth as xiao adds his tongue, muffling, almost pleading, motions telling you things words never could scratch on.

his hands tremble against your hips, each gnaw of his fingers digging past your flesh brought every nerve in your body to a complete standstill and your brain locked in electricity— up till now, why he was holding onto you this strongly was not necessarily due to nervousness or due to him being anxious, but xiao simply did not know were to put them or what to do with them.

but it's cute, his actions and shyness, you want to kiss and kiss and kiss him forever.

once more have you pulled away to plant a playful mirage of kisses on his parted lips, worshipping his pretty features— your sweet lover was wholly out of breath while leaning back into the couch, exposing his bobbing adams apple to you and taking note to go a dab slower next time, or well, after you kiss him again.

but when you do, when you plunge back into this lips at last, a deep, simmering sort of proclamation saunters into his chest, taking him by surprise and building in gentle enlargements of transparent love into his body.

xiao truly longed to burn that feeling into his mind forever and reminisce about it whenever you aren't together.

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derangedanomaly · 4 months

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sorry for this request, but I love your writing style and all the info you put in♡♡ Also want you to take a break if you get overwhelmed but here's my request.

Can you do Bad sanses + Epic sans x Death god reader? (Basically the reader but they're a god of death to help the balance with Reaper sans since Reader usually offers to help him)

It's absolutely fine, I feel so touched about the compliment..I'm happy that y'all like my work! Hope you enjoy this one, dear requester! ;)

SANS AUS X READER THAT'S THE GOD OF DEATH

(Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror, Cross, Error, Epic, Reaper)

Nightmare:

He's very confused at the start to be honest. There's already a reaper, why is there another one?? Was his question, which he (at the end), finally understood.

Holds respect towards you. I mean, you have the responsibility of every dead person, and you never failed. Respect.

Wants to know more about the whole concept of death, but is too busy to focus on it 😭

Is rather surprised that you don't have the 'touch of death' like Reaper, but instead work...kinda like Hades.

Is very jealous every time you help out Reaper. He literally can't stand it, so he just stays in his room to sulk for the whole day. 😂

Very quickly found out that you're immortal, and that mortal weapons don't do shit to your health.

Feels a little unstoppable now that they have the God of Death on their side. (You don't play on sides though, which he doesn't know 😀)

Would love to see how you work. The concept of death always interested him, so he always asks questions about it whenever he has the chance.

Dust:

Dust is not the type of person to simp over someone so quickly. Unless it's you.

The first time he sees you, he literally can't think straight. Finds you very attractive. (The fact that you're the god of death makes him feel something. 💀)

He feels so disgusted by himself, like... Killer's supposed to be the simp here, not him!

Since he's kind of like a nerd when it comes to monster species, he literally geeks out when you two are alone, but he also can't talk properly to you, because he's so attracted to you. 😭

You once took him to the underworld and he almost combusted right then and there. You found it quite cute how he almost resembled a kid in a toy store.

Dust doesn't like Reaper much, so when he found out that you two work together....things didn't end up very good. 😀

Killer makes fun of Dust constantly whenever you're around, but Dust always makes him regret that decision... (He beats his ass)

He has those heart eyes around you, which is really cute 😭

Killer:

Everyone knows that Killer will flirt with anything that walks. So of course his first thought was to flirt with you.

He's always close by whenever you're working, which you quickly found out that it's because he's following you, and not in a cute way. (Stalker vibes 💀)

Look, he just has nothing to do, and he's curious about your work.

One time threatened Nightmare that he can use your deadly touch on him, which backfired, since your powers don't work like that 💀 (Nightmare chased Killer for a long time after that)

Is confused on why you're even offering your help to Reaper. (Also doesn't like Reaper 😢)

Calls you weird nicknames, like...'Deadly Cutie' or just straight up 'Dead'

Wants to redo that one scene in Puss in boots with you, but you don't have time for that. He never gives up though.

Uses those stupid cringe pick-up lines. "Is it true that you are death? Because I’m hoping you’ll bring me along." 💀

Horror:

His first thought was that if he died if he tried to eat you 💀

Horror, in some aspects, kind of reminds you of your dog, Cerberus, so you can't help but treat him as one sometimes.

He's just a hungry killer...so your solution? Feed him the people that died. 💀

After you first gave him the approval to eat the person that died, he's just following you around whenever.

Him and Cerberus don't quite get along, they're both jealous of one another.

The only way you can make them co-operate is if you call them "My boys". Which is doing some things to Horror. 😏

"Ugh..look, I don't want you to do that, ok?! My boys! Come with me." "YES SIR/MA'AM!"

Doesn't mind the fact that you're working with Reaper. He actually likes him! ^^ (FIRST SKELETON TO EVER LIKE REAPER!!!)

Cross:

He literally runs away, the first time he learns about who you are.

Look, he's just frightened about your position, he doesn't want to die. (For now)

It calms his nerves when he finds out that you don't have the deadly touch. Thank god for that...

Cross takes a little time before he starts to trust someone, so he's very much just keeping his distance at first.

Couldn't help but soften at the sight of you with Cerberus. He's a sucker for dogs, so he lets his guard down, and relaxes while being with you.

This event got you two much closer, as expected, Cerberus like Cross very much! Cross gives Cerberus belly scratches. 🥺

After that, he's always offering himself whenever you need help babysitting Cerberus! He's actually really good, so you let him. ^^

Also doesn't mind that you work with Reaper. Just keeps his distance whenever you two are together.

Error:

Is amazed by the fact that you're the god of death.

Observes your work, behavior, anything! Very closely...

He literally becomes your fanboy. (Him and Dust literally talk about you all the time 💀)

His fanboyism isn't as big as Dust's though. He has his limits

Always showing off around you, to make you impressed. Showing off his powers, past, knowledge... Anything that can make you fall for him!

He's the first one to volunteer to help you out whenever you ask.

Scoffed when he found out you work with Reaper. Literally can't stand him, but also can't destroy him, just cause he's popular 🙄

Is so salty about the fact you hang out with Reaper the most 😂😂

Epic:

Doesn't treat you differently just cause you're a god. Treats you as equals :)

Definitely showed you so many memes about death when you first told him who you are. (He laughed his ass off during it 💀)

Laughed his ass off even more seeing Cross' reaction. Wouldn't stop teasing him after that. Like, you really just ran away bruh?? 😂😂

Enlightened you in the beauty of rubber chicken.

He also flirts with you occasionally, just cause he finds you cute.

He's also the only one that can make you flustered from his flirting, which fuels his ego.

Doesn't even acknowledge the fact that you're working with Reaper. The only thing that matters to him is you bruh. 😏

His pick up lines are actually really good, unlike Killer's 😂

Reaper:

THIS SKELETON IS IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER AND THAT'S. ON. SIGHT!!

Your bond is very strong, cause you know each other for a very long time. It's going to be at least a million years now. 💀

You're not together, but he's oh so romantic and genuine that others would think you two are a thing.

Gives you roses every day, and you keep each and every one of them, safely put.

Loves the fact that he can touch you without killing you. Almost always having an arm around you. (Look, he's just touch starved! He can't touch anyone, so of course he has his needs! 😭)

Cerberus sees you two as basically his parents, his tail starts to wag every time you two are together.

Isn't jealous of anyone that flirts with you, cause he knows that at the end of the day...you go back to him.

The only skeleton that's bothering him is Dust, but that's cause he literally has heart eyes around you 😭😭

I don't write anyone identical to canon! I write everyone how I Hc them, just wanted to clarify this just in case.

Anyways, hope y'all liked this! Thanks for the request! :D

#sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #undertale fandom #cross sans x reader #dust sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #error sans x reader #horror sans x reader #killer sans x reader #reaper sans x reader #reaper sans #epic sans x reader #epic sans

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I'm Falasteeni and I can't read/write Arabic, and I only speak it at a childish level. I think being in America, my focus went to learning English instead, and I forgot everything. Every time I try to learn Arabic, I struggle. I also can't dance at ALL, especially dabke. And I can't cook many of our cultural dishes... I feel bad about all of this. There are Arabic classes I'd like to take, but I can't afford them. There are dance classes I'd like to take, but same. I'm not really asking if I'm valid or not, because I don't feel like I am. I guess I just want to point out how fractured I feel from my community, despite having lived in it for my whole life. And I always remember I should've grown up with these things...

i feel you, im bad at arabic and dancing so i feel kinda like a fake and i kinda dont super like cooking lol but something i talked about with a friend of mine recently is that really, palestinian culture is palestinian culture if its done by ANY palestinian. there are palestinians who do not know much arabic in the world. there are some who dont partake in all the types of cultural heritage. but they do partake in other parts.

anything you do as a falestini IS palestinian. i guarentee you out of the literal MILLIONS of us around the world, there is a community that is just your type. i recently found my community despite being geographically far from them by taking a chance and messaging someone on twitter. so like there are niches and there are communities that you'll feel right at home with.

something that i try to do, personally, is reach out to falestini artists and writers online. if you're a writer, i would check out RAWI (radius of arab american writers) and see if you can join in. poetry is a really connective force for me personally. There's also Palestinian Feminist Collective.

also an aspect of falestini culture that i always fall back on: wanting, with our entire hearts and minds, to change the world for the better. resistance is in our very bones. love is in our blood. we grow with the knowledge that a better world IS possible as long as we live and fight for it. and that can happen in any way possible. so remember: you as a falestini are connected to the idea of justice and love because that's part of our culture.

i hope that one day you get to find your falestini community that you feel right at home with. and its difficult but it might be cool to investigate other ways you can contribute to arts and culture. anything you do as a palestinian IS palestinian art and we need it so dearly.

thank you for sending this message.

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Saltburn: The Reign of British Bourgeois (Meta)

I recently had an interesting conversation with a close friend of mine who said, "I don't think Saltburn is really about class." She said she thought it was mainly about obsession, in the most individualist and interpersonal way possible. I naturally disagreed, and we argued about it for an hour. But I think the reason she didn't think it was really about class was because the film had a categorically anti-Marxist conclusion. That is, a very British conclusion. In many ways, Saltburn is a Thatcherite's wet dream. Let's discuss.

Saltburn isn’t an “Eat The Rich” narrative. It’s an “Absorb The Rich” narrative. I disagree that Saltburn is merely about an individual’s obsession with a particular guy or family. Saltburn is about the bourgeoisie’s obsession with the old English aristocracy.

Let’s establish the establishment: the modern English aristocracy whose family seats litter the shires. Saltburn aims to satirize the English Country House family drama, and then some. This is made evident when Felix informs Ollie that, whoa, the Evelyn Waugh himself based Brideshead Revisited and other works on Saltburn, on Felix’s family. The film, in my opinion, was kinda ballsy to go there and to do it so bluntly. So yeah, Saltburn wants to poke fun at the long-established English tradition of aristocratic family dramas such as Downton Abbey, Brideshead Revisited, Bridgerton, Poldark, Rebecca, etc. It’s no coincidence that the movie begins with an egregiously stereotypical sketch of Ollie struggling to fit in at Oxford, à la Charles Ryder. Felix Catton is Sebastian Flyte, and then some. And Ollie is obsessed with him, because look at him. Except… I believe Ollie’s obsession with Felix is less of an interpersonal homoerotic deranged clusterfuck than it is the bourgeois boy’s perennial fixation with the unreachable closed-door English aristocracy, the national pinnacle of inherited class and status in a nation founded on inherited class and status.

Saltburn, butler and all, is a perfect symbol of English aristocratic privilege (seconded by none other than Oxford, but the film didn’t care to explore the hierarchies present in British education and instead chose to focus on family in lieu of academia). Saltburn is grand, medieval, kitchy, isolated in the middle of whereverthefuckshire. One would think that Ollie was intending to infiltrate Saltburn to possess Felix, but I rather think he was intending to infiltrate Felix in order to possess Saltburn. To possess Saltburn is to possess the rank and place of the Catton’s in the world, to be the world. And Ollie doesn’t want to destroy the Cattons nearly as much as he wants to embody them.

I suppose Ollie’s need to absorb, to consume, to possess and to incarnate is obvious through his actions—drinking Felix’s semen in the bathtub, the period blood bit, the grave-fucking debacle. He worms his way through every aspect of the family members’ lives with the intent to become them, to suck them dry (see: “I’m a vampire”, how gothic). By the end when the Cattons are all dead, Ollie celebrates the privilege he has grasped, and in turn, the film applauds his feat rather than condemns him. Saltburn is a film that congratulates Ollie’s usurping of wealth and privilege, rooting for him from beginning to end. And the film never tries to interrogate itself and ask why Ollie is our hero. Ollie, who does not want to break the wheel as much as he wants to be in the room where it happens, even if that means destroying everyone else in his path. Ollie’s obsession, generally speaking, arises from the desire for status and rank rather than an inoccuous maniacal insanity. This is symbolized by his possession and control of Saltburn. If Saltburn were a gothic ghost story, then Ollie is our specter. And Saltburn is definitely rooting for the specter, full stop.

Britain is a nation of ranks and hierarchies, naturally averse to watering down pristine intergenerational blue blood with filthy postmodern capitalist dollars. “Stay in your place”, that is the Tory way. Even in a “modern, democratic” nation nonetheless governed by an antiquated Tory hegemony and quite opposed to both radicalism and revolution. Ollie, however, wants to be in the room where it happens in a world where only those who are born in that room ever get to enter it. It is why he faces this overwhelming yearning for Felix’s world and Saltburn’s beauty – it is, by default, off-limits to him no matter how hard he tries to reach it. In my opinion, Ollie’s fascination with Saltburn isn’t due to a homoerotic fixation on Felix. It’s due to an outsider’s bourgeois fixation on the romantic world of inherited English rank, status, and wealth. The romance of Saltburn, our need to romanticize the privileged upper class, is evident in the stunning cinematography and costuming. Farleigh is the first person in the family to notice Ollie’s insecurities and see it for what it is – he’s begging to be let in. Farleigh likewise takes the opportunity to constantly, antagonistically remind Ollie that Saltburn isn’t his world, that he will never fit in and will never be accepted as one of them: the tux will never perfectly fit. It is the tragedy of the almost-theres. So Ollie decides to just get rid of everyone in his way and prance about naked since the tux refuses to bloody fit.

It’s just so English, culturally speaking. To claw your way to the top to sit with the big boys rather than to criticize the system that bred the arduous, back-breaking, fatal climb in the first place. This is Tory meritocracy, founded on decades of policies to reduce taxes on properties such as Saltburn in Britain, to keep old peers in the Lords. Felix Catton is Sebastian Flyte is Margaret Thatcher. Thatcher who, despite brandishing her “common” background as a selling point during her political career, painstakingly perfected the Received Pronunciation of her Eton parliamentary peers and successfully died with the coveted title of Baroness added to her name. Thatcher, an Oxford scholarship kid like Ollie, who wormed her way into a title and country house and was yet forever plagued by her average, middle-class upbringing.

Ollie is obsessed with much more than a mere man. If Saltburn were a Marxist class story, truly dedicated to class critcism or subverting the English Country House drama, Ollie would have burned the whole damn place down. But Saltburn is rather a Tory class story about the insane lengths the British bouregoisie, obsessed with ascending class hierarchies and disillusioned by the lies of meritocracy, will go to possess the near-unpossessable ranks at the peak of English-textured privilege. The film is a performance in English upper-class tomfoolery and a celebration of its infiltration by the almost-theres.

And yet, the cycle perpetuates itself. Saltburn is ruled by a new lord. Nothing, really, has changed.

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theemptyspacehelmet · 2 years

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Attention-Seeker

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (cuz fiction), tit sucking, oral (female receiving), handjob, light dirty talk, Fred is kinda a brat

Summary: Fred Weasley is tired of his girlfriend not giving him enough attention.

A/n: No stealing. Like it? Reblog. Make any requests if you want, not sure if I can get to them any time in the near future though.

Finals were in two weeks and you couldn’t afford to waste a single moment. Every minute you had outside of class was being spent holed up in either the library or your dorm cramming and trying to figure out what the fuck was the difference between a fairy and a pixie.

All you could care about was studying; it didn’t matter if other aspects of your life had to be put on the backburner until then, even if it meant ignoring Fred Weasley as he snuggled his face into your stomach as he laid on the bed shirtless.

You weren’t even sure at what point he came in, or even how he managed to sneak up into the girls’ dormitories in the first place. Fred always somehow got past the enchantments that prevented boys from climbing up the stairs; you never questioned it since first off, he’s Fred Weasley, there were very little things he can’t pull off, and also you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. He had found you sitting on your bed cross-legged, parchments scurried all around as you studied intensely. You were so focused that you hardly even regarded him as he walked over and made himself at home on your comforter.

Fred had tried to grab your attention by striking up conversation, only receiving mere grunts and “hm?” in response. Unfazed, he went on to mindlessly play with your hair as you continued to look over your notes. Running his fingers through your hair, the way he knew got you tingly each time you two got intimate, he casually pushed it to the side in order to place soft ticklish kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.

“Not now,” you muttered, shrugging him off just as he lightly bit your earlobe. “I need to finish this.”

He huffed, and, like the brat he was, adjusted himself in order to lay his head down on your crossed lap; he looked up at you expectedly, amber eyes glittering.

“I don’t have time for this,” you sighed, not setting down your papers but also not pushing him off. “Just go hang out with George or something.”

But go he did not. Fred was unbelievably horny. Ever since exam season arrived, you’ve hardly given your own boyfriend the time of day. Your bedtime activities have hit a sudden hiatus, and Fred wasn’t the type to go cold turkey. He wasn’t leaving this room until he at least got something out of you.

His head remained firmly in your lap and you just decided to leave him be. Time passed and you two remained in that position as Fred continued to try and focus your attention on himself.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, creeping his hands up your shirt in order to fiddle with your bra strap. There was no resistance from you as he unclasped it and pulled it out and began playing with your bare breasts, shirt still on. You bit your lip lightly as he continued to flick you nipples but determinedly focused on your homework. A task that became considerably harder when Fred decided to pull your shirt over his head in order to start sucking on your tits, tongue flicking playfully. You let out a small squeak, and gave him a light-hearted slap on the arm.

“Later!”

All you received in return was a frustrated grunt, but he complied and took his head out. Instead, Fred sat up and pulled his own shirt off, leaving his upper-body completely bare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing this was his way to try and distract you.

You had always loved looking at Fred’s body. Obviously he was very fit, being the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after all, but it wasn’t in an obnoxious muscular way. It was more subtle, in a way where you only realized how toned he was when your were tracing along his arms, admiring the blanket of freckles that decorated his shoulders. But now wasn’t the time for that.

Casually, he rested his head back on your lap, burying his face into your stomach, snuggling. This much intimacy was fine, you’d allow it. But of course it wasn’t enough for Fred.

It was long before he hands were already exploring your body once more, particularly at the end of your skirt, his fingers inching up your led and tracing your stocking. Eventually he pulled them off— placing a trail of light kisses on your inner thigh, making your breath hitch.

At last, you decided to indulge him just slightly. You though providing him with a little pleasure might let him back off on his advances and finally give yourself room to think. Not even looking up from your notes, you reached down to his trousers and began to palm his cock through the fabric. Fred let out a low groan, lifting himself off your thigh.

His body began to jerk, long limbs stretching across the mattress and hips rutting in the direction of your hand in order to increase the friction. Panting, he cried out your name.

“More...”

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, rustling through your notes. He let out a small whine and shifted, lifting up your leg so he could have a view of your clothed cunt.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urged, leaning in to leave a firm kiss directly on your clit, still covered under your panties. You just barely held back your moan. “It’ll make for a good stress-reliever...”

He continued this action until he could feel your grip on his cock begin to weaken as you started to submit into the urge. Hearing the papers finally slip out your fingers and scatter to the floor, he silently celebrated and eagerly tugged off your panties.

“Oh, sweetie, how much have you been holding back until now?” he cooed as he admired the view. You were much better at hiding your pleasure than it appeared; your cunt was already dripping and pulsing for satisfaction. Not wanting to waste a single moment, Fred dived in.

You let out a gasp as he ate you out like a dog lapping out of its bowl, leaning back to place your back completely on the bed. His tongue circled your clit just before he began to suck to area, causing you to cry out his name in ecstasy.

“F-fred!” you whimpered, feeling unbelievably turned-on. “I-I–”

“Shh, just let this happen,” he said, head still in between your thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.”

So you simply let out another moan and gripped the sheets as he continued on his work. His tongue swirled inside you and you were just about to reach your peak, a knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter when suddenly he stopped.

Coming up for air, Fred lifted his heads and locked eyes with you. He started to unbuckle his pants.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce as I fuck you dumb. Let all that studying go to waste.”

You listened, swiftly unbuttoning your top as he pulled off his he rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, and dripping with precum. He helped you out of your skirt before positioning himself to your entrance, hands firmly on your waist.

He pushed himself inside, arising a sharp intake of breath from the both of you. Soon enough, he was thrusting.

You two had been together long enough that it wasn’t wrong until you fell into the right rhythm. Fred’s hips snapped to yours forcefully and you moved your waist to his thrust in order to get his cock deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop your whines and moans as his pace started to get rougher.

“Yeah? You like that? I can feel yourself getting tighter around m’cock,” Fred grunted, gripping your waist even tighter. He then used one of his hands in order to thumb your clit, increasing the volumes your pleasure to a new level. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Good. I f-feel good,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-so good, Freddy.”

“You better remember this the next time you try to ignore me then,” he growled, leaning over to bite your lightly on the shoulder. “Forget exams. I’m the one you should focus on. OWLs could never make you feel as good as I do.”

“No. Only you,” you breathe, grasping Fred by the neck as he began to leave a trail of marks along your collarbone. He was numbing the rest of your senses. At that moment, he was the only one who existed in the universe. “I only want you right now.”

You could feel him smirk against your skin. Stars were appearing in your eyes and you reached out to kiss him. You could taste yourself in his mouth as your tongues tangled together.

It wasn’t long until you could once again feel the familiar tug in your stomach. The burning pit in your belly. You were just about to be sent over the edge.

“Fred, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m about to cum, I—” you groan and he continued to thrust into you.

“Cum with me doll.”

In a couple more harsh snaps, you were both groaning, drowning in the pleasures of your orgasms and burning in your bliss.

Fred pulled himself out, causing you to sharply inhale, and he fell down at your side, breathing heavily. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. Just as you were pulling away, he caught a quick kiss on the lips, which you happily leaned into.

“Happy now?” He nodded giddily, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smirk and sit up, releasing yourself from his grasp. “Then could you please let me study now?”

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter smut

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Ik you said resquests are close but my oh my, I'd love to see your relationship/sex hcs for the GIRLS

Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly, Abigail, Molly, MAYBE EVEN MRS.GRIMSHAW IF UR FEELING QUIRKY

Relationship/Sex HC For VDL Gang Girls

Thank you anon for requesting something with the girls. Also I didn't include Sadie bc I wrote for her already previously in another post

Warnings: smut

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Very affectionate and loves showing you off

Lowkey writes short romance stories about the two of you but uses different names

Loves asking for your opinion on her outfits

Very shy with her writing but allows you to read em

Tries to recreate scenes the romance novels she reads with you

Plays with your hair and tries to style it for you

I can imagine her making flower crowns

Is so lovestruck, she definitely believes y'all are together FOR LIFE

NSFW

I just know she reads smut in her books

She'd probably ask to try out a few of the things she reads about

Comes off as docile or vanilla but would be surprisingly kinky, huge expiramentalist

Bottoms for sure

Would unintentionally grind into your face or shove you in while eating her out

High pitched moans or gentle mewls

Squirms and moves around a lot, just cannot sit still for the life of her

Karen Jones

She'll put on a tougher front but she needs a lot of reassurance

Very sweet in private

Gets flustered with PDA but still does it with you

Loves it when you hold one another closely especially around the camp fire

She'd become very vulnerable with you

Especially when she's drunk

She'd feel as though you're the only person who can see the real her, and that just makes her feel even more in love

When she's unable to take care of herself you do her hair for her

Asks to dance with you randomly

NSFW

As we saw in-game, cries during sex

Feels extremely vulnerable during the act, but instead of sadness it's more of an overwhelming feeling of love that brings her to tears

Super clingy, holds you close during

Wants to stimulate every sense, bascially smothering you

Loves kissing all up and down eachother's bodies while fondling and just holding

Also enjoys hand holding during sex

Likes to start off gentle but things get progressively wilder

Tilly Jackson

She's a playful, yet altruistic lover

Puts you before herself all the time

She could be bleeding out while you have a papercut and she'll insist they tend to you first

Constantly fixes things for you or just generally takes care of things just so you don't have to do them yourself

I hc that whenever she falls asleep on you she drools A LOT

Because she gets really relaxed

Likes sitting along rivers and lakes with you and feeding ducks or skipping rocks

Super short so she's gotta go on her tiptoes to kiss you; constantly cranes her neck to look at you, even gets taller boots

NSFW

Like in other aspects of your relationship, a giver

She knows just what you want, and is more than happy to provide

I feel like she'd be real skilled with her tongue and hands as a result, skill born out of practice

Kinda likes riskier sex so she'll opt for more scandalous locations or situations

Y'all could be doing chores together and the next thing y'know y'all are sneaking off behind a nearby tree

I feel like she'd top, but she's down to switch

Abigail Roberts

She's a good, honest woman

And she's got standards for her lover

Constantly has your back, and is very patient with you as you two grow with eachother

Constantly encourages said growth and improvement in oneself

Loves seeing you put effort into improvement or work!

She just wants a calm, stable life, so if you're able to provide that for her, even if little by little, she'll be happy

Very affectionate with you, one of her favorite things to do is to sit down and have deep, intimate conversations with one another while chilling

Doesn't care how many or mundane dates are, as long as the effort is there

NSFW

She's got demands, and they will be heard

Loves recieving head, or being the main focus of sex as you provide for her. Will hold your head in place

Likes telling you what to do, definitely a dom hehe

Into kinkier stuff so maybe tying you up or even spanking

LIVES to see you cry or to embarass you

She'd probably make you bark for her

Will top or bottom, doesn't matter to her as long as she's taking the lead

Likes passionate sex so she takes her time with every detail, especially foreplay, rather than speeding things up

Molly O'Shea

She falls HARD

The most lovestruck, romantic girlfriend ever

Writes love poems for you

Likes it when you show eachother off

Her favorite types of dates are when the two of you go out together and try new things

Like a new restaurant, a new spot, a new show, etc

Cue that meme of one girl sitting on another's lap while she does her makeup

Yeah that's her

Loves asking for your opinion on her makeup, greatly values your opinion in general

Constantly tells you she loves you, gets sad if you dont say it back

NSFW

Will ask you to be gentle but like rough passionate sex

Moans loudly and shamelessly

Definitely a pillow princess, this is cannon

She'd communicate lots with you about what she likes and what she wants you to do

In a modern setting I feel like she'd wear lingerie or sexy outfits for you

Probably likes roleplaying

Also a huge expiramentalist! Likes trying next and exciting things, including in the bedroom

Susan Grimshaw

This woman keeps you on your toes constantly

Probably a little high strung but it's easy to tear her walls down!

Good at setting and respecting boundaries, while also reminding you of her own

Knows the time and place for affection, so when y'all are working, wants to keep it to a minimum.

But during down time, loves to dance, talk, kiss, and play games together

She's super hardworking and she loves real hard

Good at grounding you and keeping you in check

Like many things in her life, puts so much effort into the relationship and will never let you down or make you feel neglected.

NSFW

Like Abigail, has demands that will be known

Though she'll make sure to pay special attention to you as well and not just focus on herself

I feel like she'd like to be called mommy LMAO

Loves taking care of you and the name during sex would definitely do things for her

She has lots of experience so you'll always recieve the most mindblowing orgasms

SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING AND SHE KNOWS WHAT WOMEN WANT

Has like a mental map of your entire body imprinted into her mind at this point

Also hands, I feel like she'd be into anything hands

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Buddy Daddies E8 - Sub vs. Dub Comparison:

I did this for Episode 7 as well. I want to start with the most interesting difference in the Episode 8 dub vs sub, then I’ll go into some other changes that are still intriguing in their changes, but not quite to the same level.

Okay, so, first up: Satoru’s Last Words

Sub: I’m on my way. Dub: My love, I’ll see you soon.

Of course, hearing anyone’s last words is an incredibly special (as in, like sacred) and intimate thing. But, “My love, I’ll see you soon,” is extra intimate. And since Satoru and Rei are being paralleled in a way, with Kazuki and Miri paralleling his significant other...oof.

Let’s move over to some more amusing lines. Like this one from the dub taken out of context: Oh, yeah!? That’s interesting, because I don’t seem to recall hearing any complaints at the time!

Context: Kazuki to Rei after Rei told him that kinda sucked as a hitman when they first started working together.

Okay, now let’s go back to the start of the episode and work through this in a more linear way.

Miss Anna’s Song:

In the sub, we get “Close your hands! Open your hands!” though, technically it should be “Open, shut them! Open, shut them!” (or “Close them, open them!”) since that is the song she is singing here:

(Video of the Japanese Song: むすんでひらいて - Musundehiraite)

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But the English dub chose Jack and Jill, likely to make it sound more diabolical: “Jack fell down! And broke his crown!” lol

Shigeki (Rei’s Father) :

A lot of the dub lines hold more assertiveness and sound more emotionally manipulative than the sub lines. The dub lines also tend to come off more distant/cold sounding than the sub lines (though, those are plenty cold too, the dub lines are just icy!)

Some examples:

Sub: The time may have come. Dub: I think it’s time.

The sub is in passive voice, while the dub is in active voice, so more assertive and certain in tone.

Sub: Return to this home. Dub: I want you to move back here.

The sub uses the word “home,” the dub does not. And while both are commands, the dub is centering Shigeki’s wants, while the sub is more of a general command. Going back to the use of the word home, when I worked as an ESL teacher and was preparing my students for the Eiken exams (English placement exams), one of the things I would focus on where the small, nuanced differences between English words. Since that could make or break student’s understanding of long texts or in the multiple choice vocabulary section.

House vs. Home is a good example of this. House is the place where we physically live, while our home is the place where we not only live, but where we have people waiting for us that love and care for us.

In Japanese, Shigeki uses 家 (ie) which means “house, residence, dwelling,” but can also mean “family, household.” It holds a colder mean in this way than 家族 (kazoku) does, which also means “family,” but more in a way similar to the difference between “house” and “home.” The dub really captures the colder, commanding aspect of Shigeki demanding Rei return to the here, not to his home but to the residence and household he left.

We see similar coldness with the dub deciding to say: “carry on that name” instead of “carry on your family” like the sub went with. In this case though, I can understand why they went with both options, since “family” ties in with the family aspect, while “name” in this sense also denotes “family,” it just sounds colder and more distant.

The emotional manipulation of Shigeki comes across more intensely and clearer in the dub. The two examples of this are:

Sub: You belong here with us. Dub: Of course not, because the place where you belong is here with us.

The sub feels more like a general statement, while the dub line involves denying any thoughts of Rei actually leaving and reaffirming that the place he belongs is with the Organization. Not anywhere else.

Sub: You’d better not betray my expectations. Dub: You know how I feel about betrayal, don’t you, Rei?

The sub does still convey the underlining threat aspect that is present in the dub line too. But the dub line as an emotional aspect to it (”how I feel about”) that highlights more of how Shigeki has emotionally controlled Rei over the years, since the wording (and tone of how it was stated in the dub) makes it feel like this is a underhanded threat that Shigeki has made to Rei before.

After all, the dub also translated the bit when Kazuki is telling Miri about why Rei left his “home” with the Organization.

Sub: I guess rebelling against his dad was part of the reason he left home. Dub: I think that’s a big part of why he left home. He finally had enough of his father controlling his life, and decided to take a stand.

Subs always have to be a bit more concise in how they word things because of word limits and the like, so that is a factor here as well. But the dub really gets across the point that Rei was being emotionally controlled and manipulated by his father, something we see in the conversation taking place at the same time Kazuki is explaining this in slightly kinder words to Miri. The sub makes it sound more like teen rebellion or something similar to that. Of course, we can tell from the visuals (like the state Rei was in at the time Kazuki first met him) that it was far more than just that.

We know that Rei’s father has had Rei view him as his “Boss” since he was a child. But, interestingly, Shigeki is still able to read Rei fairly well. In the sub, Shigeki was able to pick up on Rei’s dislike at the thought of returning back to the Organization and taking over, stating: “You don’t like that?” The dub changes that line to “We had a deal, right?” Which kinda fits back into that emotional manipulation aspect that the dub really went into with Shigeki.

However, the dub does show this more perceptive side of Shigeki, in regards to reading Rei in this bit:

Sub: It seems you’ve formed pointless ties. Dub: And yet, it seems there’s something holding you back.

The dub definitely alludes to reading Rei’s character and what he isn’t saying, and adding a bit more of an emotional aspect to the “ties” Rei has made (Kazuki and Miri).

Shigeki’s threats come off with a little more bit and weight to them in the dub as well, with him stating: “Over the years I’ve learned ow to deal with bad influences,” and “If that’s what needs to be done here, I can certainly---”

That last line was the one he says that causes Rei to cut him off and tell him that Kazuki has nothing to do with this.

This post is already long (and gets longer, lol), so I’ll put the rest under a Read More. Under the Read More, I talk about Ryo, Miri, Kazuki, and Rei’s lines.

Ryo

Now let’s take a look at some of Ryo’s lines and dialogues here. I feel the dub lines makes his thoughts come across a bit better (as in clearer and more natural, not like, in a good way) than in the sub. That’s what a good dub translation should do, since the focus is on making the dialogue sound more like natural, spoken language.

So, first we have Ryo calling Satoru the target in the dub, instead of that man like he does in the sub and Japanese That definitely comes off as a bit colder, makes it clearer how he doesn’t really view humans as humans.

The dub also makes him like 100x creepier when he asks Rei why he kills. In the sub he asks Rei, “For fun?” But in the dub he asks, “For pleasure?” in a really goosebumps inducing way. Also, pleasure always has this added sexual connotation and nuance to it that fun doesn't, and the way the line was delivered, i definitely think that was what they were aiming us to get the implication of with that line.

Other dub lines that just clarify his mindset are things like him saying “Out of curiosity” instead of “For the concept,” when explaining his reason. He goes on further to say, “What’s not so clear to me, is why people exist.” And then he finishes with “Such intriguing questions” instead of “I speculate on the answers.” The dub still gives him that edgelord aspect that the sub does as well, but the way he explains it feels more natural and conversational.

Of course, there is something to be said about how the dub lines feel more human, while the sub makes Ryo sound far less human in his conceptualizations. Either way, looking closely at Shigeki and Ryo’s conversations really does show how the two are very similar in how they view their job and the business from a less human perspective. Shigeki from a more contractual POV and Ryo from a more conceptual POV.

Kazuki, Miri, and Rei:

I’m going to devote this last section to Kazuki, Miri, and Rei’s lines.

Miri:

With Miri, the dub makes it extremely clear that she learned the phrase, “Men are a mystery” from her mother. The dub also added in a line with Kazuki asking her if she learned it from TV lol.

They also have Miri’s English VA say her last line (outside of the Birthday Song) as she is walking away from the table and towards the couch to sleep within a yawn. So you can’t really make out what she says (unlike in the Japanese and subs). It helps to show just how exhausted Miri is.

Kazuki:

Kazuki is also pretty savage to Rei in the dub, lol. A lot of the lines are very similar to their sub counterparts, but there are slight differences that make them a bit more sassy, imo. Like the word order as well, which I’ll explain a bit more in a second. Some examples:

- Listen, just be back by dinner. Are you able to handle that much?

- He’s not really sad that’s just what his face looks like.

- ‘Back by dinner,’ I believe I said.

- Hey, you! What in the hell dumbass?!

- Rei: Look, you don’t understand --- Kazuki: You’re right! I don’t! Now get in!

- Look, asshole, Miri was upset... (The sub started with “Miri was upset” and ended with “you forced my hand, asshole.” I think changing the order makes Kazuki’s line a bit more savage in the dub though.)

Rei:

Instead of having Rei say that Kazuki is “overprotective,” the dub goes with “Always going too far.” Both lines are true to Kazuki’s character, though the “going too far” one is interesting, especially in regards to anything that might happen in these remaining episodes (11 - 13).

Rei tells Kazuki in the dub that “I didn’t really see a point in saying anything” instead of “I didn’t think saying it would change anything,” in regards to Kazuki’s lack of hitmen skills (in the more gunmanship way, I would imagine). This is one change where I think the sub line works better, since it continues the theme of “change” that’s brought up here (first with Satoru, then here with Rei, and then again at the end of the car ride scene, where Rei asks Kazuki if he thinks they can change. That line is left largely the same in the dub though).

Finally, I just really love how the dub worded the part where Rei talks about Kazuki cleaning his apartment:

But, then one day, I looked up, and noticed you were cleaning the place.

I don’t know, it makes it almost seem like Rei suddenly “woke up,” and I feel this wording by the dub really captures what Ayase mentioned the title of the OP is about - the SHOCK of someone coming into your life and changing it. That feel of being like shocked awake by love and care, that sort of feeling.

#Buddy Daddies #BD #KazuRei #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Shigeki Suwa #Ryo Ogino #Anna Hanyu #Miss Anna #dub vs sub #translation differences #children's songs #long post #image heavy post

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Hope you don't mind my asking but do you mind elaborating on why you don't like Mongie too much? I know all about why everyone dislikes Let's Play itself. There are various videos and post upon post online tearing it to shreds with criticism but I've not heard much about the creator herself like I do Rachel Smythe. Does she also run into the same issues that Rachel does or is her behavior different but equally questionable/annoying?

It's kinda equally questionable, kinda different. They both have the same issues of like, fetishizing youthfulness and creating unhealthy power dynamics. They also haven't done a great job at depicting POC in their comics, you can tell they're written by white women who don't understand other cultures but are trying to make their series more "progressive" by including stand-ins for representation.

That said, considering Let's Play is set in a real world setting, the POC characters (and the casually racist issues in their writing) are a lot more obvious than in LO (where you have to know the context that the neon-colored nymphs are based on POC to really realize that they're lower class POC people who are getting the shit end of the stick from the rich upper class main protagonists).

And I don't even mean in the usual "there aren't any POC in this comic" or "the POC in this comic are stereotypical/poorly written", I mean in the sort of white-victim-complex "I added in other ethnicities and people got mad at me anyways so what more do you want!" kind of way (paired with the "they're poorly written and stereotypical" aspect).

Dean is a good example of the stereotypical designing and writing, IIRC he's a Hispanic man but he's written like some Spanish soap opera character who flirts with every woman he sees and always has rose petals falling around him.

Even in that sentence he says "part Asian" which is weird because he's looking for Marshall who's supposed to be his best friend and it's been established in the comic that Marshall is half-Japanese, but that brings us to the other instance of mongie being casually (if not directly) racist and even more so than with Dean...

Apparently mongie thought it was a good move to say that it was "more inclusive" to make Vikki only vaguely Asian. Which is just... so not true LOL Asia is an entire continent made up of MANY different cultures and ethnicities and so generalizing all of them to just "Asian" is not a great take from someone who's trying to seem "more inclusive".

But of course, when her community called her out on this and asked her to elaborate, she and her mod team basically dug their heels in and made up excuses that made mongie out to be a victim instead of just acknowledging she made an error that didn't connect well with members of her audience.

And theeen in comes mongie ready to torch the place. Note that up until this point, it's basically been her mod team speaking up on her behalf and giving her benefit of the doubt, so when mongie DID get her chance to speak, she jumped right to:

"FINE, SHE'S HALF CHINESE HALF KOREAN THEN, STFU AND STOP ANALYZING ME WHEN I INCLUDE CHARACTERS FROM RACES THAT DON'T ALIGN WITH MY OWN !!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ is very much the vibe people got from this, understandably so. It's also odd (and extremely privileged) for her to say that she'd "rather focus on a character's personality and not their race" because it's very "I don't see color" which has been proven to be counterintuitive to understanding and celebrating different races.

And then we get a lot of self-victimizing "well I can't win no matter what so you people are ungrateful and actually it's MY feelings that are hurt" excuses:

Again it's weird because she had NO problem specifying that Marshall was half-Japanese and she didn't make him into any sort of weird stereotype like she did with Vikki. So I don't know why she's having such a hard time grasping that being vaguely Asian for Vikki isn't inclusive.

Although, let's be real here, the only reason Marshall is half-Japanese at all is because he's a self-insert of Markiplier, a half-Korean Youtuber who mongie apparently worked for on payroll as a graphic designer prior to Let's Play. Which is just a whole layer of ick that I think surpasses even Rachel Smythe and Mads Mikkelson. Like the Rachel and Mads thing is definitely creepy and weird because she's literally drawn herself - an adult woman nearing her 40's - being swept off her feet by a smoochy-faced Mads. But at least she didn't work for the guy or ever interact with him directly like mongie did with Markiplier. That's a whole separate level of "ew".

That said, mongie continues:

Which is just such a half-assed non-apology. Not "I'm sorry for misrepresenting a culture" or "I'm sorry I didn't do proper research", but "I'm sorry people think I'm being insensitive or that they need specific representation in my work that I'm claiming to be representation to be good". Completely shifting the blame from herself onto her audience for not being happy with the bare minimum that she gave them.

There's more though. Probably one of the worst parts and it's not even her, but one of her mods:

The fact that this is one of mongie's mods telling mongie's audience that her feelings - as a white woman who's just legitimately patronized her audience - are more valid than the people whose feelings were hurt by mongie being so insensitive... it's a real gross move and I can't believe they even pulled that.

Oh, and of course, as people like this tend to do, she goes on about "cancel culture" and how "terrifying" it is to her and then comes up with some imaginary scenario where a kid pays a hitman to kill her ?? as a defense for herself that really just further victimizes herself over her own misled actions ??

And this is something mongie does a lot, at least in this instance - she comes up with justifications for her decisions based on completely imaginary scenarios that she came up with and assumed, rather than just, idk, doing her research and being open to learning new things about cultures she's clearly not educated on. Shit like "well if I do xyz you'll be mad at me anyways so fuck you!"

When in reality? No one would have been mad at her if she didn't have any non-white characters in her comic. Would readers be disappointed? Probably. But - and I can't speak for everybody out there obviously so this is just my opinion - I know I'd much rather representation from someone who wanted to represent my respective groups and identities and put love and effort into it, than get it from someone who was just doing it because they made up a scenario in their head that they would be cancelled for not doing it. No one really has any tangible ground to stand on if they get mad at you for writing a cast of all-white characters you wanted to write, there are plenty of webtoons like that on the platform. We do need more stories that uplift and represent POC voices, but it shouldn't be from white victim complex people who only do it to virtue signal and ensure they don't get "cancelled". You know what WILL get you cancelled? Attempting to write other ethnicities and racial groups purely based on stereotypes for the sake of "representation" and then getting mad when people ask you to be a little more specific than "Asian".

Oh yeah, and then have your mods censor/delete any mentioning of educational resources regarding Asian cultures, and then essentially dox one of your community members by revealing their Twitter to the entire Discord group to boot!

oh boy mongie, if you think THAT'S drama, wait until you see the shit I do here LMAO

#so yeah that's the tea on mongie #don't write characters outside of your own worldview if you aren't prepared to do the research #it's OKAY if you're white and only familiar with writing white characters #just don't go writing POC or other ethnicities and then acting like a martyr over it when people call you out for it being badly done #bare minimum stereotypical vague representation is just as harmful as no representation #webtoon critical #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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Over all, that was a pretty satisfying part 2 of The Glory.

I love, LOVE how the core of Dong Eun’s revenge was just letting everyone destroy themselves. She may have found out details, planned and pushed people in certain directions but ultimately they are the ones who lead to their own ruin. An incomplete list:

Myeong O trying to blackmail them all. Yeon Jin turning on Sa Ra with the tax evasion story to lessen the heat on her and then Sa Ra turning on Yeon Jin with the bullying video. Sa Ra mocking Hye Jeong saying she was the stupid one and they just would have bullied her instead (which let’s be real, they were already doing). Hye Jeong showing the video of a high Sa Ra and Myeong O taking advantage of her. Sa Ra stabbing Hye Jeong with a PENCIL. Hye Joeng easily jumping into Jun Jae’s bed. Jun Jae easily casting her aside. Hye Jeong blinding him.

This doesn’t even take into account the detective, his thugs and Yeon Jin’s mom or the shaman.

Yeon Jin is actually quite intelligent. For the most part, she was able to connect the dots to what Dong Eun was trying to do. Problem is was never really able to do anything about it. Yeon Jin was a bully propped up by others. She’s not able to survive without the support of others. From the scene in prison where she gives the weather, I get the sense that she is the one who is bullied now. Unless she’s doing that by choice which means she’s really lost it.

I wasn’t expecting the Gyeong Ran to be the on who actually did the final blow to Myeong O. I like that Dong Eun protected her and insists it was Yeon Jin who did it. Though honestly there was a high chance he would have died anyway and certainly Yeon Jin was not going to let him live. Considering he sexually assaulted Gyeong Ran, along with the school bullying, I can’t say I blame her when she hit him. She was terrified of him. While Dong Eun didn’t really comfort her, I do like that she encouraged her to break free of the “gym”

I do enjoy the fact that Yeon Jin doesn’t know about Gyeong Ran and now that Dong Eun has implied she doesn’t know something it’s gonna drive her nuts

I wasn’t sure what to expect in part 2 with Do Young, however I am pleased that his focus was always on protecting his child (and himself). Unlike Yeon Jin, who near the end didn’t even notice that Ye Sol was gone. I think he knew he was going to have to cut Yeon Jin out of his life, but he gave her a chance.

I was a little surprised that Do Young was the one to ultimately end Jae Jun, but again, I think it was to protect Ye Sol. Jae Jun was dangerous to Ye Sol. He went to Do Young’s mom, revealed the paternity and asked her to remove her from the family tree so he could then get custody. He went to her soccer practice and says that he’s her dad (though she turned out not to be there). Even to the end he’s angry and belligerent to his captor. He’s a danger to Ye Sol, therefore he needs to be taken care of. I’m on the fence if Dong Eun knows or not.

I am so happy that Hyeon Nam got to be free of her husband. Mostly without getting her hands dirty. She and Dong Eun may have opened a door but he walked straight through. And Yeon Jin’s mom made her choice as well

Speaking of, I am not too sure what evidence Dong Eun had to prove that did she it on purpose but I guess that’s not important. I do love how Yeon Jin’s mom chose to save her own skin (thought it didn’t work) and does not acknowledge Yeon Jin in prison.

I was sad when Hyeon Nam and Dong Eun looked like they were going their separate ways but I adore how happy she was when Dong Eun reached out to her again.

By FAR the weakest aspect of the show was Dong Eun and Yeo Jeong as a “couple”. I just don’t see it. I don’t think they had any romantic chemistry. RIP Dong Eun and Do Young.

Pacing of the last episode felt weird. Though I do like how they are working on Yeo Jeong’s revenge they kinda spent a lot of time on the set up when I we won’t see the pay off.

I do like Dong Eun is doing what she always wanted - studying to be an architect.

Oh, I also love how even though Yeo Jeong offered to heal/treat her scars, Dong Eun has chosen to keep them and starts to cover some of them in tattoos. Specifically, a tattoo of flowers to show how she is now in bloom.

#the glory #my thoughts #kdrama

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I know it’s been ages since I sent one of these, I’ve been busy and I’m still busy so I don’t have time to read the full chapter BUT!! Here’s some of my thoughts and favorite lines from the beginning of this chapter. The Final Trial.

I really love how you write the memory sequences in this story. They all flow really well and don’t feel redundant!! The reveal of these memories twilight has hidden of Luna are so good!! God!! Her devastation when she realized she had forgotten someone as important as Celestia’s SISTER her AUNT is AMAZING!!

her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her legs bare below the knees of a ridiculous pink-and-purple skort that she’d have been mortified to wear past puberty—eight or nine, then, she decided. It’s probably summertime, too.

God this mental image is so cute!! I had to google what skorts are but yeah they definitely fit Twilight and her character, especially as a kid!!

Twilight waited for her younger self to voice the familiar retort she thought she’d known her entire life—magic isn’t real; magic doesn’t exist; magic is fictional and fantastical and lies. But instead of a rational dismissal she heard her voice ask something completely wrong instead:

“You’re really going to show me how?”

And Twilight didn’t hear anything else after that.

DAMNNN this sequence is so good!! The way twilights world is just DESTROYED by this is fantastic!!

“Well, I wanted to check in on the two of you.” The door swung further open, and suddenly Twilight was face-to-face with the Celestia of her childhood—younger by nearly a decade and yet still recognizable in almost every way. She hadn’t ever thought time had changed her mentor much, but the contrast between present and past was far more blatant when not viewed as a gradual shift. No laugh lines. No grey hairs. No ice in her eyes.

Just a Celestia whose very presence made Someone bristle in response.

This description of her is DEVASTATING. She’s both somehow unhappier and so much happier with Luna in her life. The way you write her is stunning and I’m loving the conflict between her wanting Luna to focus on the future and Luna who is focused on enjoying the present. It’s a very cool conflict and I love how you’re handling it!! Them both caring more about twilights emotions than each other’s is heartbreaking

It did—to both the Twilight of the present and the past. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I get it.”

Fuck this line is FANTASTIC. The understanding twilight finds in her memories of Luna are fantastic and I’m very curious on how this will impact how she handles Nightmare going forward. Unfortunately I can’t read anymore tonight, but I love it so far!!

STOP THE CLOCK. I FORGOT THIS BANGER LINE: “You believe in magic, Twilight,” she said gently. “And so long as you do, that’s belief enough for me.” The way you write Luna and how much she and celestia both love twilight is DEVASTATING

(combined ur two asks together) WAHHHH thank u so much for the asks!!! and no worries abt taking ur time w the story, u only get to read once for the first time after all!

this chapter is definitely Up There in terms of how happy i am with how it turned out, im rlly glad u liking it so far! i dont know how much i can say without spoiling things, but a reminder to read on fimfic to get the Full Experience (epub missing images my nemesis), a rather important section will b missing otherwise!!

i think to me a big aspect of luna and celestia's relationship in the show that kinda got glossed over was that celestia may not have realized how her actions affected luna until too late. and, it's kind of the "road to hell with good intentions" thing, bc i dont think celestia is the bad guy (at least in tte) for believing that the best way to help someone is plan, prepare, try to think ahead and look forward, etc. but, this kind of mindset can clash with someone who, at that moment, finds the prospect of thinking about the future so impossible. writing from life helped a lot in this regard :)

also, completely unrelated but also related, have a meme :D and thanks again for reading!

#tte #mlp fanfic #my art #twilight sparkle #scitwi #celestia #princess celestia #luna #princess luna #my brain has so much serotonin rn skitty u dont understand #i appreciate u so much!!!

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kahlanmars · 1 year

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BAD FEELING

HELLO! The lack of Haymitch content makes me wanna cry so I decided to step in. English is not my first language so please have mercy ✌️

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine*

1. Bad feeling

Life in District 12 is nowhere to be great, but there are few aspects that make life easier. You can grow plants in the garden, if you have it. People are nice, mostly they threat you with kindness, even Peacekeepers. You are always nice to everyone, and nobody has been a problem. Your adoptive mother, Holly, taught you to stay out of problems and riots and focus to become a great part of the community instead. You are so grateful towards her that you would do anything to make her happy, not to mention it isn’t hard to act kind.

You are quite happy with your life. A part from the fact that you are always hungry - quite a habit, but at the age of twenty four you are strong and ready to work a lot.

You are a great babysitter for the children of the district, when the mothers have to work after the pregnancy you step in line and take care of their babies. You clean the houses of the Major, of the Peacekeepers and the Victors - which is one, by the way, but always pay in time. You want to become a teacher, but you have to wait a year or so to try the test again. You failed. Yes, big time, big tears, but you got back to work and have faith for the future.

At the age of 24 you look nice, you think. Raven hair, hazel eyes, not really tall, you are content with your physical aspect. You aren't married, though. You never had any suitors, your family being miners and you being… busy. You are gentle, but never open. To boyfriends, to new possibilities.

Oh, and you are utterly in love with the kinda-old-man you are working for. But that is just a little detail.

Life in the District is a routine, and you like it.

Yes, you are happy. The kind of happiness who leads you to sing while you are cleaning, at least until your surly boss yells at you to stop.

You were happy. Until you watched the television.

After the 74th edition of the Hunger Games everything changed in the district and, I think, in the Capitol too. For the first time in ages a girl and a boy from our home won, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. And for the first time ever, two kids. They managed to stay alive declaring their love for each other. You were really happy at first, because you have known Katniss and Peeta since they were kids. And for the food they provided with the victory too, you have to be honest. After several months, though, you can sense something is wrong. Everybody, including your boss, is nervous. Well, more nervous and skittish - and drunk - than usual. Katniss and Peeta are always around Haymitch’s house, never together - which is weird since they are supposed to be a couple - and they talk with a low voice, usually in the garden where the geese are. You stay out of the way, not wanting any of that business. You are here to clean the mess, tidy up the rowdyness he calls home and settle a way of living that’s tolerable. One time you opened the door and Capitol men were there, looking for Haymitch (who was in bed, drunk as hell). They were terrifying, and you practically hide until they were gone.

It happens in a brief moment. You are cleaning Haymitch’s house, the biggest house you’ve ever seen, and the television is on. It’s almost mandatory to watch the television during programs like these, because Snow wants every citizen to know the news. You expect to see the same statement, like every year. “And so it was decreed that, each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.”

Not this time, tho. President Snow, seated in his white luxurious chair with his devious blue eyes and white hair, pronounces these words: “This edition of the Hunger Games is the 75th Quarter Quell, a glorified year. For the 75th Hunger Games it is therefore decreed that this year the various districts of Panem will offer up, in tribute, a man and a woman from the age of eighteen to the age of thirty to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol.”

From 18 to 30. And you are twenty-four.

You can barely register what you’ve seen that you feel your legs abandoning you, and you faint.

You wake up in someone's arms, confused and horrified.

«Let's get you on the couch, sweetheart.»

Haymitch. You are surprised he is sober enough to acknowledge you are there, even if not enough to catch you before the fall.

You feel so stupid. You fainted. But then again, you were sure you escaped the torture of the Hunger Games the minute you turned nineteen.

He trembles to the couch and you are so grateful for him.

Haymitch Abernathy. The man who pays you to keep his house - his life - in order and clean. The old grumpy man who sometimes makes you laugh, but most of the times shut his door because he’s too drunk to be seen by anyone, let alone a young girl. He’s never violent towards you, but you can see he is very scared of the possibility.

Six months before you were struggling with your job, wanting something more to feed your family. You were just have been rejected from the teacher test, and very sadly began to ask anyone for work. After two or three men who mentioned in hilarious tones the kind of jobs you definitely didn't want, Haymitch stepped up and just looked at you.

«How do you feel about geese?» Was the only, very odd question.

«They are fine.» You lied. You hated geese, they were filthy animals who liked to bite. But you needed a job that didn't require a lack of clothes.

And it was Haymitch, everybody knew him from the district and even if he wasn’t so beloved he was respected. A victor at fifteen, now forty one, despite his drinking problem made him look older, dark circles under his grey eyes and a weird long haircut for his dirty blonde hair. Still pretty handsome in a rough way, in a very rough way, in a “I need a shower for days and maybe a new shirt” way.

«Here's the deal: you clean my home, I'll give you money. You stay out of my way, and never wake me when I'm drunk. Understood?And I say that for you. Deal?»

«Yes sir.»

«Deal.»

Six months later you are on his couch, as pale as a ghost.

«Your geese.» you mumble. It doesn't really make sense, but the first thought is that if you are on Capitol and Haymitch is your mentor nobody will feed the birds from hell, as you lovingly call them.

«My what? I'm the one who's drunk, right?» He seems worried, in spite of his inebriation.

«Right.» You agree. You have to adjust a little. Not to mention, he is the one who can give you money, and it’s for the best if you don’t act like you lost your mind. «I was just thinking… I better go. I’ll come back later for the bottles.»

«Darling.» He stops me, just for a brief moment, without smiling. «They won’t pick you.»

You smile right back at him, but you can’t help to have a bad feeling about that.

The day of the reaping you are standing over your bad, unable to put your dress on. You clearly remember the fear of the Games, of the names, of the voice of frickin’ Effie Trinket. You were never paralysed, tho, not like this. Maybe because you were younger and reckless, maybe because something in your head always told you the name wasn’t gonna be you.

Daisy Pinecone. It wasn’t even your real name, Holly just picked it when you were little because it reminded her of a fairytale, and adoptive parents can decide their children’s names.

“You sound stupid, Daisy. There are a lot of young people in the district, it’s not gonna be you”. You immediately feel guilty about the thought, because even if it’s not you, it’s going to be your friend, colleague or school mate.

These games are so fucked up. You could never say that out loud, but this is the reality everybody thinks. If only someone could gather them together, maybe… the districts are more than the Capitol City. They provide food, minerals, Panem would starve in a week.

You shake your head, it’s nonsense. They already tried, and this is the whole point of the Hunger Games, a punishment. But it’s not unfair.

Holly helps you with the hair, making a simple braid with daisies in it, that you think it’s nearly too in brand for someone who won’t be picked, but you can’t bet against the odds, and in the worst possibility it’s great for publicity.

Holly is a wreck, but it’s always sad at this time of the year. She’s the midwife of District 12, she knows every child in this place, and every year she watches someone she loves who’s going to get murdered. Something like this led Haymitch to perpetual drunkenness.

You wish you could say a word to comfort her, but nothing comes out from your mouth. You can’t make promises. You have to thank her for everything, she literally saw you being born and then, when your mother died, she decided to adopt you.

She pats your shoulder, and you give her a brief smile.

The street to the place is full of people with nice dresses and a scared expression of their faces. You take your seat, as you realise you have weird thoughts, like that you are grateful because you don’t have a dog that could miss you, or worse, a child.

Effie Trinket is approaching in a bright pink dress, pink skin and a violet wig, and you almost feel bad for the names you called her during the previous nights. You begin to like Effie, she always smiles at you when she visits Haymitch, unlike the other people from Capitol. And right now you could swear that she’s shaking despite the smile she puts on her face. You saw her with Katniss and Peeta, the way she pats their head and caresses their cheek it’s not faking, she actually cares about them. She may be a brainwashed Capitol starlet, but she is a kind hearted one.

Haymitch arrives, drunker than usual - every year is worse, but this year it’s different, after the awards at Capitol everybody thought he would’ve act presentable - and so Katniss and Peeta.

Your heart skips a beat. “Your name is there only once”, you keep repeating to yourself.

Effie stays five minutes with her hand in the bowl, reluctant to pick a string of paper. After what it feels to be an eternity, she says a name.

No - not a name.

Your name.

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Guerilla: Break The Wall

Hi I’m back for a short while before I disappear to focus on life. I guess? Idk. But yeah, here’s something that I’ve worked on and I’m happy with how this turned out!

What walls of expectations do I need to break? What unhealthy habits do I need to fight so that I can be my very best self?

Close your eyes, meditate on this topic and ask yourself the question: “What walls do I need to break for me to be a better version of me?” Breathe in and out, make sure your mind and heart is calm. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever that you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. That aside, I do not consent to my work or here to be used by third parties on this platform or other websites.

Decks used: Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self made lyrics deck.

Pile 1

Card of querent: The Emperor

You’re probably someone who has been fighting through life. A definite fighter. You’ve been acting on your passions and dreams, and have been fighting and charging towards your goals. There’s also a sense of pain? A sense of loneliness. You’ve been struggling and fighting towards your goals that you’ve lost sight of the people around you, and you ended up being alone. You’re the emperor, but you also have no one by your side, only your throne with you.

1. What negative/unhelpful expectations do I have towards myself? - The Magician

I see that you have huge expectations of yourself. You kinda wanna be Jack of All Trades, and Master of All. You’ve been wanting to master all aspects of life, like the financial aspect, career satisfaction, relationship happiness, etc. Lemme clarify once again, you do not want to only have satisfaction in these aspects of life, but you want to master them, to excel in them, to gain a certain reputation in it. You’ve been wanting to achieve it and to manifest your dreams, and you wanted more of that something than you need. And this expectation has been wearing you out.

2. How have those expectations been holding me back? - Queen of Cups rx

Wearing you out is one thing, but most of all, it’s been making you lose touch with yourself, lose touch with those around you. You have spent time fighting the outer world, and ignoring your inner world. You have been distancing yourself from your heart, your home. You have not been nurturing yourself, your inner child has been pushed away by you to achieve whatever that you have wanted. You feel as though you’re unable to return to your roots, return to where your heart resides. It’s as though you’ve been squeezed dry.

3. Why should I break those walls of expectations? - Justice rx

To do yourself justice, to return to the balance that needs to be maintained, to have a clearer, healthier way of thinking. Instead of seeing a balance of the mind, I’m seeing more on the balance of action. What you do to yourself, what you do to others, and the consequences as well as the results coming out from them. The scales in this card reminds me of… If I recall correctly, the afterworld in Egyptian mythology, where your actions/heart is weighed against the feather. That. I just went and checked that the feather symbolises truth and justice. You’re called to think more about your actions.

4. How do I break those walls? - Six of Swords

By exploring. You’re called to explore the different thoughts, the different cognitive behaviours. I have a feeling that this is gonna be more psychology-ish, where you explore to understand yourself better. To see what helps you and what doesn’t, and you leave those that don’t help you behind, travel forward with what helps you. The journey of exploration will only begin when you follow your inner passion, where you honour your inner child’s grace. With that, only you’ll learn to set eyes on other things as you move forward.

5. How do I tune into my feelings? - Five of Wands

Understanding and unwinding the cords of conflict may sound difficult but these are necessary. There are a lot of emotions that you need to unbox, to sort them out, to understand them individually. It’s like… Understanding why this thing is a trigger, understanding why you’re having this particular emotion, understanding why things happen, understanding how to deal with things that are out of your control, and all that. There are a lot of noises in your head, and those thoughts are fighting with each other. It’s difficult to deal with it but it’s not impossible. And most of all, it’s necessary. You’ll need to fight this through. It may sound like a long journey, but the time will pass anyway. And who knows, the good things will come to you sooner than you think.

6. What happens when I welcome the world with my new found feelings? - Temperance rx

This is another card that symbolises balance. When you’re able to welcome the world with your new found feelings, you’ll be able to regain the balance that was once lost. You’ll be able to ride along the waves and head to a new direction. It’s like… the clouds obstructing the sun have been moved and you’re able to see it clearly. That’s the same with how you look at your future, the world. The dark clouds are gone and you see your future, your world with a new found light, to still be yourself even when you’ve changed.

Overall energy: Wheel of Fortune, Ten of Cups rx

I’m seeing that this is a change that you’ll need to go through. If you go through it willingly, if you yourself made the decision to change yourself for the better, you’ll be granted the ability to go through them easier as compared to having changes being thrown onto you. There’s an emotional conflict and discomfort that you’re going through right now and in a sense, it’s telling you to make the necessary changes so that you can align yourself better. Connect with your inner child through fun and play, let your inner child guide you through. There’s a huge theme of a brighter future with a new you, so have faith and welcome the new you coming through.

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Pile 2

Card of querent: The Hierophant

For some reason, I’m seeing you as someone who’s private. You are the type who doesn’t share the bright and dark side of your life to people, unless those close to you ask about it. If they don’t ask, you won’t say a thing. I’m seeing two different groups of introverts here: one’s an introvert naturally, where you’ve been quiet and hang out only with a few friends; and the other group is the one that used to be shut down for quite a long time in your life, resulting in you learning to suppress your feelings and emotions (I have a feeling that most of y’all will be in the second group). There’s some sort of heavy energy that has been suppressing you.

1. What negative/unhelpful expectations do I have towards myself? - The Hermit

That you have to be quiet, that you have to burn yourself to warm others, that others are of a higher priority than yourself. Not gonna lie, you’ve been treating yourself harshly and have not been healing yourself. You’ve been used to helping others, and some of you may have people pleasing tendencies, where you help others at the expense of yourself. Some people are appreciative and grateful to what you’ve done for them, while most have been feeding off you. As time went on, the negativity grew on you but you’re afraid of cutting ties. You’re unable to clear your mind and regenerate your spirit anew.

2. How have those expectations been holding me back? - Wheel of Fortune

These unhealthy expectations have been denying the entrance of good things into your life. See, there’s so much potential and good things in life. But it won’t come to you if you keep passing them to other people. Good luck has been wanting to go to you, Fate wanted to change your course for the better. But due to the expectations you have for yourself, you’ve built a wall, a barricade to stop and block them from coming to you. With this going on, you’ve been unable to invite the good things into your life.

3. Why should I break those walls of expectations? - King of Wands rx

You’ve been through the ups and downs of life, and have adopted a warm, kind and understanding persona. However, there may be a certain anger in you that has been slowly eating you up. Something in you that’s slowly burning up your core beliefs, your inner kindness. If those walls of expectations are not taken down, you’ll be burnt inside your castle. You’ll need to act, find your passion and dreams and break out from the place you’ve built around yourself. I’m feeling two things from this question: feeling like my insides have been scrunched up badly, and extreme emptiness. These would be the outcome if the walls of expectations are not taken down.

4. How do I break those walls? - Ace of Swords

Clarify the necessary expectations you need to let go. Know that you wield the sword to cut down the thorns that have been covering and hurting your heart. You may be injured during the process of struggling, but it’s necessary and doable. Know that you are blessed as each step you take will bring you to the freedom you’ve wanted, know that the abundance in life is coming to you as you leave the place that no longer nurtures you. Once you’ve clarified the necessary, take action. Cut them down swiftly.

5. How do I tune into my feelings? - Six of Wands

Let yourself be proud of what you hold, what you’ve been through. Take hold of your achievement, let yourself shine through. You’ve been pushing the good things to others. Now it’s time for you to accept them, to acknowledge them. Let yourself be the spotlight occasionally. You really gotta take things into your own hands and feel the satisfaction yourself. Slowly build up your confidence as it is gonna be one of the greatest assets you hold. It’s difficult, coming from someone with an inferiority complex. But it’s achievable. Be kind to yourself and take baby steps to build yourself up into a brighter you.

6. What happens when I welcome the world with my new found feelings? - King of Pentacles rx

You’ll be able to nurture yourself more, slowly letting yourself out to explore the various opportunities and chances. Happiness and success are built from various achievements and you’re slowly getting there, realising that the self has great values. You’ll slowly cultivate a positive yet humble attitude, growing to explore yourself and what you are bound to achieve.

It’s like betting everything to show that there are things that only you can do, and you strive for it. Instead of saying that you can’t do something, you’ve learnt to try it out first. Luck will follow you as you step out into the new paths, finding and meeting the new you in the future.

Overall energy: The Fool, The Hanged Man

I’m seeing that there will be an opportunity for you to get this sort of self revelation, to go on this new journey of self realisation. You have to confront your demons, your fears, your shadow side, and let your heart be opened to love as it manifests into the world. Know that there are people around you who are willing to help you, and your inner child who promised you to walk through this journey together. Your voice may be soft at first, but let yourself grow, let yourself shout out and break the walls around you with your vigour.

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Pile 3

Card of querent: The Sun

Straight off I'm feeling the vibe of an activist. There’s probably a fiery side in you where you tend to focus on the good in life, the good in people. You want to shine, shed warmth to those who are in need of them, want to help people in their weakest time. For some reason I’m thinking of Princess Diana? Like… She helps and yet she shines. She knows the strength and her fame, and she uses them for the well-being of the minorities. Kinda energy. The Sun here isn’t scorching, isn’t blazing. It’s warm, gentle, and comforting. This is what I’m getting from this card.

1. What negative/unhelpful expectations do I have towards myself? - Queen of Pentacles rx

If you identify as a woman, I feel that you may have expected yourself to be a femme fatale kinda character, being the boss bitch, won’t wanna let anyone tie you down. And with that, I’m also feeling that you’ve wanted to be financially free and this manifests in the sense where you’ll be impatient with yourself when you can’t achieve it. I’m also seeing that you’ve been looking for the meaning of life, and I’m also seeing/feeling some unhappiness from this when whatever you find doesn’t seem to align with what you expected. If you don’t identify as a woman, you probably will want to embody the bad bitch energy and may end up pushing people away from you. Suddenly have the thought of like... You’re strong that’s why you can be alone. Kinda mentality. I hope I’m making sense here.

2. How have those expectations been holding me back? - Five of Cups rx

It has blocked you from seeing beyond the walls, from experiencing new things as you quickly shut them down when you don’t like it or when you think it doesn’t align with yourself. There are better things that are waiting for you beyond the wall, but I’m seeing stubbornness here as well. There are many opportunities in life’s challenges, but instead of learning those lessons, you’ve chosen violence in the sense where the anger and grief is redirected at yourself, and sometimes towards the outer world, creating an imbalance in your heart.

3. Why should I break those walls of expectations? - The Moon rx

There’s a lot of messages on alignment that I’m getting from this pile. You’ve been through a lot of traumatising events, a lot of tension ever since you were a child and it had all made you a… Mess (the severity of it differs according to each individual). The path of healing gets much more difficult as you let time pass, so it’s best if you take charge and make the necessary changes now. There are many old, limiting beliefs, and one of them that I’m seeing is that you may feel that you’re not deserving of love. You need to surrender and throw them aside, so that you can be reborned into the limitless possibilities out there.

4. How do I break those walls? - Seven of Swords

Work smart, not hard. I’m not sure how you can work smart with healing as it takes time, but I’m also seeing something like… Replacing? For example, replacing certain thoughts with another action. There may be times where you’d yell out in frustration and throw things when you’ve reached a certain point. Replace that with maybe…. Counting? Counting in various languages to calm yourself down. Rewire your brain and action, condition yourself. I hope I’m making sense here.

5. How do I tune into my feelings? - Six of Cups

Emotional satisfaction is one thing I’m seeing as you’re called to reconnect with your inner child. There’s some form of recollection? Like, remembering the past to affirm yourself in the present. There’s a lot of anger I’m sensing in your current phase and that you’re called to remember the past, to remember the nice and not so nice things that have happened to you, telling yourself that you’ve worked hard and did your best despite all that had happened to you, that you’re doing a good job even when you’re walking on this lonely path, that you’ve sustained yourself and held on to the light and prayers you’ve been having with you.

6. What happens when I welcome the world with my new found feelings? - Seven of Cups rx

There will be some form of clarity that you’ll obtain, allowing yourself to proceed ahead with a goal in your head. There’s some form of awakening, where you wake up and pull yourself away from all the imaginations and illusions that you’ve been drowning yourself in. You know that you’ll get stronger day by day as you live truthfully to yourself, and that’s what you will and shall do. I’m also seeing that you’ll learn the beauty of life where you learn to appreciate it, and start to be more passionate about life.

Overall energy: The Emperor, King of Swords

I’m seeing a sharp energy over here. Emperor and King denote some temper here, where you can be acting kingly. High chances are that you’re in a leadership position, or have been leading yourself out of the troubles of life. Weirdly I’m also seeing something like… The sharp energy being directed inwards, where you may have caused some form of discomfort in yourself when you make a particular decision. Still, you surround yourself with those who support your vision, and there’s a sense of promise here where you’ll stay with those who you value and cherish.

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Pile 4

Card of querent: Strength

You’re holding in strength and you’re not unleashing them anytime soon. It’s a quiet strength that I’m feeling, where you’re allowing yourself to grow stronger day by day, making sure that you’re working on whatever that’s gonna benefit you. I’m also seeing gentleness. Where you’re learning to be gentle to yourself and to also learn about acceptance, overcoming challenges by accepting things as they are and by being kind to yourself.

1. What negative/unhelpful expectations do I have towards myself? - The Magician rx

Similar to Pile 1, I feel that you may attempt to master as many skills as possible. But there’s a hint of competitiveness I’m seeing here, where you tend to compare yourself to other people who are 1) more experienced than you or 2) who have better chances/opportunities than you. The starting ground is different and yet you attempt to achieve better results in a shorter time, which makes the expectations you have for yourself unhealthy. There’s also this side of you who’s… Unwilling to accept the fact that outer circumstances can influence your capability, and you may end up putting more pressure onto yourself, which will make you end up in burn outs.

2. How have those expectations been holding me back? - Queen of Cups

They have obstructed you from being in tune with yourself. You’ve been so goal oriented to the point you’d sacrifice yourself and sometimes, even others, so that you can achieve what you wanted. Slowly, you start to lose yourself, lose your values, and maybe even lose what you thought was yours. For example, friends. You’ll need time and effort to maintain a healthy friendship. But sometimes, you’ve been so immersed in achieving your career goals to the point you may push your friends away and get close to someone else just for the sake of networking. In this case, you slowly lost the friendship that you thought wouldn’t change, but when you look back, things have changed drastically, especially in terms of emotions and interpersonal relationships. The reason I came up with this example is cuz Cups rule over emotions and the Queen rules over inner nurturing energy.

3. Why should I break those walls of expectations? - Justice

It is to do yourself and the people around you justice. There are so many instances where your expectations have obstructed you from the balance in life. This aside, it has also stopped you from listening to the voices of the people around you. I’m seeing that you’ve been in your head for a long time and you actually have problems in getting out of them. The main colour theme in this card here is purple, but I’m also seeing some sort of fear and denial? So yeah, to do yourself justice, to treat the people around you with the needed kindness, to be able to be in tune with yourself so that you can receive the messages around you. It may sound difficult when you’re very much in your head, but there’s a need to trust in your feelings and let them guide you at times.

4. How do I break those walls? - Eight of Wands rx

Be patient, do not rush things through. The walls can only be broken down bit by bit. Even when life crashes in like a wrecking ball, the walls won’t be completely crushed within a single hit. It’ll take time, constant effort and patience. This in time, will be frustrating to you. But have faith, allow yourself to transition from the old to the new. These all sound difficult to achieve, but instead of looking for reasons to convince yourself that it’s impossible, know that time will pass eventually and you might as well use that time to pull the best out of yourself.

5. How do I tune into my feelings? - Knight of Pentacles rx

In your case, I’d suggest trying something traditional? Going back to your roots, to look at what you’ve done in the past and try gaining some insight from your experiences. There’s some sort of stagnation and you may have problems figuring out how to tune into those new found feelings. Probably going back to your roots and picking up a new habit, where you’ll be required to have patience and to continue doing the same thing everyday to make it a habit. For some reason, I’m seeing meditation and exercise. It’s gonna take time, and you may feel like giving up, but try doing it everyday to make it as natural as eating.

I’m also seeing that you may want to try rekindling your past passion. You once were into something because that something provides comfort. It would probably be nice for you to try getting back to it where you can reconnect with a nostalgic past. Maybe start painting, pick up a book, or something like that.

6. What happens when I welcome the world with my new found feelings? - Four of Pentacles rx

I feel that you’ll be more self secured and stable, financially and physically. It feels like things have been rather rushed for you for these while. There is a lot of tension and motion that has been going on in your life, where you slowly lost touch with yourself. Once you’ve released the tension, you’ll be able to complete things and tasks at your own pace, and to not lose yourself from all that has been happening around you, to not be swayed by the waves around you. I’m seeing that you’ll be able to stand and welcome the wind that’s blowing against you.

Overall energy: Temperance, Wheel of Fortune

The theme of balance is once again being reminded here. Ngl, I’ve had trouble writing this pile, like there’s some sort of blockage, some sort of stagnant energy. But paired with the Wheel of Fortune, I’m seeing this as a divine timing, where it’s just the perfect timing for you to head towards your dreams, to achieve whatever you’re aiming, to manifest your goals and desires. You probably may have some self esteem issues? Where you think you have to earn your own value? The cards want to assure that you’re beloved, you’re good enough for being yourself.

#tuliptic #🌷#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot reading #general tarot reading #break the wall #yes my atiny soul is here and it's back full fledged #i actually planned this since uhhhhh february lmAO #but couldn't come up with the questions for it #so now you have it!#yeet #hope y'all enjoy it

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tagedeszorns · 4 months

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(Violetbirdie here) I think it's complicated due to a variety of issues. 40k as a franchise is huge, but it isn't the sort of thing that tends to have overlap with tumblr type fanspaces. It also doesn't help that 40k is a fractured fandom featuring tons of different factions, so it's not like a standard fandom where there are main characters and a main story that people will always flock to. The primarchs are the closest thing we have to that, which is why there is naturally more content for them. In addition, fandom itself is in a bit of a flux state and has been ever since the 2018 nsfw ban which caused a lot of people to leave for twitter, which is now undergoing its own huge changes right now (and I just hate twitter on principle).

I suppose the one thing I think would help, would be somehow getting the 40k tumblresque fandom space more consolidated as a whole. Like, somehow have a blog that is popular for all factions that posts headcanons about everything, thus getting people interested in parts they don't normally think about. Because 40k is a huge time investment to learn about. I've been listening to audiobooks for what feels like nonstop for over a month, and even then I could only ever feel confident telling people about Emperor's Children. So it naturally is harder for new people to get into the fandom and focus on some of the smaller things because there is just so much. It's almost how I view your blog. I check it daily for fun art/headcanons/just general character stuff, and you made me more interested in some of the captains and such. But even then, you have your focuses. So a space even more general where someone would reblog art from everything 40k would likely be nice? Maybe I just miss the livejournal days of fandom. As far as more engagement, I think having silly things like character weeks which encourages people to draw or write or talk about specific aspects is a huge benefit. It sets a schedule and makes people feel like they are shouting less into the void.

But as someone new here, maybe its my weird perspective, but I don't feel like things are getting less popular. If anything, from just checking AO3, it seems like things are only getting more popular for less of the reddit type and more for the Tumblr wanting to see hot dudes and their complicated feelings type. Also more people are getting into 40k in this side of the space through rogue trader. Like people I never talked to about 40k are starting to look into the series because they played Baldurs Gate 3, and needed a new RPG to play, and conveniently Rogue Trader is filling that for them. So, I'm optimistic if anything. Sorry about the long ramble! Just kinda dumping my thoughts out.

I love Tumblr because, unlike Twitter or Bluesky, it allows for way longer, way more elaborately structured posts. I love it when artists don't just slap their pics into a post and be done with it, but instead add stuff like maybe "I read this book, here's a quote, and it gave me this mighty need to draw this". Or "please listen to this music here while looking at my pic! It goes perfectly with it!". Or just a multi-paragraph-essay (preferably very unhinged) about the character in the upper left corner.

This in advance, so you can see I'm totally with you on the "miss Lifejournal"-thing, because blogs are so much better than just 500 characters, four pics and nothing else. And why I think Tumblr is a very good replacement for Lifejournal.

The multitude of Tumblr-blogs with their many different angles are such a treat and provide such a rich ecosystem! I follow artists posting exclusively admech-stuff, others solely Drukhari, some writers focussing on just one Astartes Legion ... it's phantastic and the depth of their niche-knowledge is mindblowing.

I agree with you that this will be overwhelming for new fans coming from rather monolithic stuff like Rogue Trader. And the key to keeping those new people involved and making them feel welcome is showing them all this variety without scaring them away.

Maybe this new feature Tumblr is working on, can be helpful here. I haven't read much about it yet, but it seems the "Community"-feature has the potential to bundle stuff in a way that's more approachable for new and old fans alike. Maybe there's room for your idea of having "character weeks" (I like that! Sounds very MacDonald's. I'll have Fabius with extra pickles, please! 😁).

I'm sharing your optimism that both the new games and maybe the new series/movies will bring a lot of new fans over and some of them may even stick around. I am a bit wary that there's the possibility of a MCU-situation starting to build up, but since Warhammer-lore is in a constant state of flux anyways this might just add some spice to the mix.

So, yeah, hope for the darkest of futures!

#warhammer #Fandom #Tumblr #Meta #Warhammer 40k #Community

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