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hihi i love your work and writing soo much and i wad hoping if you could do seventeen reacting to their s/o calling them their husband when they aren't married yet (i hope this makes sense lol) 💗💗
seventeen reaction to you calling them your 'husband'
seungcheol: he goes from zero to full blush in a second. he freezes, hand halfway reaching for his wallet, and then he’s grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “husband? me? you just made my day, you know that?” he says, all smug, but his ears are bright red.
jeonghan: raises an eyebrow, smirking like you’ve just revealed your master plan. “oh, husband? so, we’re skipping the proposal, straight to the good part?” he teases, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “alright then, what else does your husband want?”
joshua: he’s shy about it, glancing around like he’s hoping the drive-thru person heard it too. then he smiles all soft and leans in close, whispering, “you calling me your husband now? can’t wait to make that official,” and suddenly you’re the one blushing.
junhui: sparkles with pride, looking at you like you just handed him the moon. “husband? well, that’s a promotion if i’ve ever heard one!”
hoshi: it takes him a second to catch it, but once he does? game over. he’s literally bouncing in his seat, grabbing your arm like, “wait, did you just call me husband?!” practically shouting, “babe, i can’t believe you just said that!”
woozi: completely silent, but his face goes bright red. he looks away, clearly trying to hide his shy smile, don't say anything, but thinks about it all day tho, until he cant hold it anymore. “babe... you—we in drive-thru you—umm.. called me husband?”
wonwoo: his lips twitch up into a small smile “husband?” he repeats, liking how it sounds. then he raises an eyebrow. “guess i should start acting the part. anything else my spouse needs?”
minghao: smirks immediately, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms. “didn’t know you were so forward,” he says all casually, but his cheeks are pink. “but hey, if you wannaaaa start calling me that, i’m not.. complaining.”
mingyu: he’s so shocked he practically yelps. “husband? me?!” he’s grinning like a little kid, unable to hide how thrilled he is. “i can’t believe you just called me that! like, actually? oh my god! did you hear that?” he asks to the attendant.
seokmin: his eyes go wide, jaw dropping as he looks at you in disbelief. “wait… did you just say husband?” he starts laughing out of pure joy... or nervousness, grabbing your hand. “you can’t just drop that on me like that! guess we’re getting serious now?”
seungkwan: “oh my god, did everyone hear that? husband!” he’s clutching his chest like he’s swooning, acting like it’s the best compliment he’s ever gotten. “if this is how you’re gonna talk to me, we better start planning a wedding.”
vernon: just stares at you with those big eyes, blinking like he’s processing what you said. then he breaks into a shy smile, looking down. “um.. first you need to talk with my momma about it” he jokes quietly, a little flustered.
chan: “husband? oh, we’re there already? are you readey? cause im am ready and—” he laughs. “not gonna lie, i kinda like the sound of that.”
#seventeen reactions#seventeen imagines#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#svt imagines#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#hoshi x reader#dino x reder#minghao x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#jun x reader#mingyu x reader#seokmin x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#chan x reader
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Fae/faerie Jade trying to get lost reader's name and her being like '🤨 uh, no, give me yours first, let's trade' without knowing that's basically like betrothing herself with him
.。*♡ A/n: Lowkey I believed faes/fairies used to exist when I was kid lol. And I'm telling y'all this because I had a dream quite similar to this fic lololol, it was a good dream tho :>
.。*♡ tagging: @harukishiyo @kiraiyugen
"You're quite charming," he says, his voice soft and almost reverent, as if speaking an undeniable truth. "Precious, even. Why won't you tell me your name?"
You hesitate, narrowing your eyes at him. There's something about the way he asks, the smoothness of his tone, that feels too inviting, too... dangerous. For a second, you study him, his sudden appearance intriguing you.
You cross your arms, trying to appear more confident than you feel. "Uh, no. Mister, you should tell me your name first," you say, thinking you’ve cleverly sidestepped whatever game he’s playing. "Or... We could trade names."
For a moment, his eyes widen, surprise flickering across his face. But then his lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile, one that makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t quite place. "Ah, a trade, is it?" he murmurs, the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of amusement. "Very well, if that is what you wish... I shall oblige."
He leans in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, and for a brief second, you feel as though the air around you has thickened, charged with something unspoken. When he speaks his name - Jade, like the gem, it’s with a deliberate, almost theatrical grace, each syllable drawn out as if he’s savoring the moment. His voice is like silk, and his name feels heavy, lingering in the air between you.
And the sound is almost magical, hypnotic even.
You don't realize it, but the moment you suggested a trade, you unknowingly set the trap he had been waiting for. To exchange names with a fae is to offer something more than just words; it’s an agreement, a binding promise. By giving yours, you would be tying yourself to him, just as he’s doing now.
And the look in his eyes — the way they gleam with that mix of amusement and something darker — tells you that he knows exactly what you've just offered, even if you don't.
When you finally open your mouth to respond, you don’t see the invisible chains that have begun to form around you, nor do you hear the silent vow he’s made to keep you by his side.
"Well," you begin, a bit nervously, trying to shake off the sudden intensity in his eyes. "I guess it’s only fair to share mine now." You tell him your name, and as the words leave your lips, you can't help but notice how his smile widens, sharp and satisfied, like a predator finally closing in on its prey.
“Ah, so that is your name, Yuu,” he repeats, almost reverently, as if tasting it, repeating it again and again as if he was getting used to it. “Beautiful… fitting, even.”
He takes a step closer, and you instinctively take a step back, but he follows, closing the distance again. “You have no idea what you’ve just given me, do you?” His voice is gentle, but there’s an underlying current, a subtle shift that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You blink, confused. “What do you mean?” you ask, feeling a little defensive. “It’s just my name. We traded, remember?”
“Oh, but it’s not just a name,” he replies, tilting his head as if amused by your innocence. “To share a name with a fae is to forge a bond, one that can not easily be broken. You offered a piece of yourself, and I’ve accepted it. Just as I have given you a piece of me in return.”
You stare at him, the realization dawning on you slowly, like the creeping shadow of a storm. You had to have misunderstood what he just said.
“Wait… Are you saying…?” Your words falter as you search his eyes, looking for any sign that he’s joking, but there’s none. The grin on his face is too calm, too knowing, as if he’s been planning this all along.
“Yes, my dear,” he says, his voice soft and almost affectionate, yet there’s a possessiveness in his tone that makes your heart skip a beat. “We are bound now, betrothed, if you wish to call it that. You belong to me, just as I belong to you. Isn’t it delightful? Mom and dad will be glad to know you.”
Your heart starts pounding, a mix of disbelief and panic surging through you. “No, no, that’s not what I meant!” You stammer, shaking your head as if you can undo the words you’ve already spoken. “I didn’t agree to… to this! I can't get married right now.”
He doesn’t seem fazed by your protest. If anything, he looks even more delighted now. “Oh, but we're married now due to fae traditions. The moment you proposed the trade, you sealed your fate. And I have no intention of letting you go, my precious beloved one.”
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch cool but oddly soothing. “Do not fear, Yuu. I shall take care of you, cherish you… just as a good partner should.”
You try to pull away, but his hand cups your cheek, holding you gently in place. “There is no need to run, no need to fight. We are bound by something far stronger than mere words. You wished to know my name, and now… you will never forget it.”
The forest around you feels like it’s closing in, the air thick with something unseen, as if the world itself acknowledges the bond between you. And in his eyes, you see no hint of malice, only a patient, eternal watchfulness, as if he’s content to wait, to let you come to terms with what you’ve unknowingly become a part of.
“I’ll give you time to understand,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a soft, almost tender smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. “But know this… I am yours, just as you are mine. And there is no escaping what has been forged tonight... Love.”
#yandere twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#yandere jade#jade leech x reader#jade x mc#jade x reader#jade x yuu#jade leech#yandere jade leech x mc#yandere jade leech x reader#yandere jade x reader#yandere jade leech#yandere jade x mc#yandere jade x yuu#yandere jade leech x yuu#tw yandere
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Promptober 27. Nightmares
from @carmenberzattosgf list
Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)
Rating: Explicit (2k)
Tags: Nightmares, Hurt & Comfort, Smut, Porn with plot, Established Relationship, Bondage, Sub!Carmy, Oral (M Receiving), P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink
You walked inside the kitchen of The Bear. The lights were on but it was empty, an eerie silence bouncing back from every surface. You tried the door to the office but it was locked.
"Carmy?" you called, growing more nervous by the minute. "Carm?" you said a little louder.
There was a loud bang coming from inside the walk-in fridge. Your heart started beating fast.
Gathering courage, you walked to the door of the walk-in and knocked twice, gently.
"Carmy?"
You were met with another loud bang, so strong that it made the floor tremble underneath you.
Your common sense told you to leave but some part of you was terrified that whatever was inside could hurt Carmy. You took a deep breath and opened it.
It was darker and much bigger than you remembered. The light from the kitchen let you see a figure hunched over, recoiling from someone or something. You recognized the pristine, white t-shirt and dirty blond hair.
"Carmy, you okay?"
You walked towards him, kneeling by his side, the door shutting behind you.
"Get out," he said, his voice icy.
"Baby, come on, let's talk outside," you said gently.
When Carmy turned towards you, he looked changed - long canine teeth and a feral snarl deforming his face.
"I said get the fuck out!" he screamed at you.
You stood up and took a few steps back, trembling - you didn't know if it was because of the cold, your fear or both. You turned, running to the door but the fridge had become a never-ending hallway and you couldn't reach the exit. You glanced back. Where Carmy had been kneeling now sat a bear, growling, its blue eyes fixed on you.
"Oh, God," you were running out of air and the door wasn't any closer.
You could hear heavy steps behind you, getting faster and closer, the wet breathing of a beast on the nape of your neck.
You reached the door but it was too late. It grabbed you by the back of your shirt. You screamed, trying and failing to get away. Paws were replaced with hands that pulled your hair and pushed you against the metal door. You winced in pain, managing to turn around. It was Carmy again - he and the bear were one and the same, both consumed by rage, foaming at the mouth.
"I told you to get out," he said flatly before slamming you with his paw.
You woke up with a start, breathing hard and shaking.
It was a nightmare, only a nightmare, you repeated over and over. You were alone in your bed. Carmy was probably still at the restaurant and wouldn't come over until tomorrow night.
It was a nightmare.
You thought of calling him but the idea made your stomach churn and your breaths shallow. You weren't scared of him, you were scared of the creature in your dream but the line of separation felt blurry in the dark of the night and half awake.
It was a nightmare, only a nightmare.
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"Missed you, baby," Carmy said, putting his arms around you when he met you the following night.
You didn't mean to but you flinched when he touched you.
"You okay?" he asked, his eyebrows arched with worry.
"It's so dumb," you said, covering your face.
"I wanna know," he insisted.
So you told him about your dream, about how scared you were and how some of that fear stayed with you even now when you were awake.
"Fuck," Carmy rubbed the back of his neck. "They told you about when I got trapped inside the walk in, huh?"
"Richie really can paint pictures with words," you said dryly. "It was weeks ago, though. I guess it got mixed up with stress from work or something."
He searched for your gaze, his eyes pleading. "I'd never lay my hands on you."
"I know, Carm," you reached for his hand and rubbed his knuckles gently. "I'm just- I know it wasn't real but it felt like it. Dunno. I need to shake it off. Don't know how though," you shook your head in frustration. "Like, this is nice," you gestured at your joint hands. "It reminds me that this is real, that you're real and I can trust you."
Carmy studied you in the lowlight of the living room.
"It freaks you out when I touch you but it's all good if you reach out?"
You nodded.
"Of all the crazy ideas you've had-" you looked at Carmy, tied up to the bed, half naked and beautiful, "I think this is my favorite."
"I think I have an idea," he said.
"Desperate times," he chuckled nervously.
"I mean, there are more pressing issues in the world than my silly, little nightmare," you reasoned, sitting by his side.
"Don't think I could sleep if I knew you were scared of me touching you," he confessed softly, something vulnerable in his voice.
"It's not- I was scared of the thing in my dream, not you, Carm."
"I know, I know," he replied. "But it was freaking you out. This way you can just touch me until you feel safe again. Well, if this whole thing works."
You nodded. "I'll let you know."
You leaned over and cupped his face, tenderly, caressing the lines of his nose and his mouth. He had his eyes closed, his expression peaceful, it made you melt inside.
"Thank you for trusting me to do this," you said softly.
"Mhmm," he smiled.
You traced lines between the freckles of his neck and chest with your fingernail, imagining constellations, leaving goosebumps behind. Carmy shivered.
"Tickles," he whispered.
"Sorry."
You exhaled, touching the lines of muscle up his arms, his wrists tied up with two scarves. You carded your fingers gently through the hair on his chest and arms. You saw the tattoos you now knew by heart, really saw them, the pieces that had blurred with time. You kissed the white, translucent lines of scars you found along the way.
Every few inches you found softness and flaws, things that made him definitely human and not some cursed, bloodthirsty monster - this was Carmy, your Carmy.
You leaned over to kiss him, slow, tender.
"Feeling better?" he mumbled.
"Yeah," you nuzzled against his cheek, curling your body around his. He was warm.
"We can sleep like this if you want," he offered. And he meant it, you knew. Even if he would probably wake with his arms numb and sore at the same time.
You shook your head, the tip of your nose tickling his face. "I think I'm good, Carm," you said honestly.
"You sure?"
"Positive," you leaned on his chest to look into his eyes properly. "I would like to try something before untying you, though."
"Okay, what is it?" he arched his eyebrows with curiosity.
You blushed. "Are you going to make me say it?"
"Oh!"
"Yeah..."
"Really?" he frowned, a smirk curling his lips.
"You look really nice tied up," you shrugged. "Would you be into that?"
His skin warmed up under your touch. "Baby, I was the one that suggested this."
"Yes. But it wasn't for sex," you bit your lip, slightly embarrassed.
He smiled warmly. "Come here," he beckoned you to kiss him - his tongue eager to meet yours. "You can do anything you want to me."
"Fuck," you whimpered against his lips.
It was a blur, desire taking over and before you knew it you were straddling Carmy's legs, unbuttoning his jeans and taking his cock into your mouth.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, the muscles of his torso straining as your tongue swirled up and down the length of him. You could feel him harden inside your mouth. The view upward was downright sinful, neck arched and veins bulging, his chest rising as he tried to breathe normally.
You let go for a moment, your hand pumping his cock.
"You were so good to me tonight, Carm," you praised. He keened in response and the sound went directly to your pussy, tickling you deliciously. "So patient, so sweet."
"Love you," he panted. "Love you so much. Want you- fuck- want you to feel safe with me."
"I do," you said softly. "I feel safe with you."
You kissed his hips, mouthing down his trail of hair, the flat of your tongue tracing the vein on his cock as you took him again, the salty taste of precum hitting your tongue.
"Fuuuck," he moaned low as you started to bob your head up and down. His arms were taut, fighting against his restraints for the first time. "Wait, fuck, baby, wait a second..."
You stopped and sat up, saliva and precum falling down the corner of your mouth.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm okay," Carmy said, smiling in that relaxed and blissful way he only allowed when he was fucking you. "I'm okay."
"Oh, good," you let out an exhale of relief, your voice sweet. Your hand went back to holding his cock idly, just caressing. "What do you need, baby?"
"Want to be inside you," he said simply. "Please."
You smiled. "Of course."
Just as quickly as before, blind with lust, you started rummaging for condoms and lining up his cock with your pussy.
"Eyes on me," he cooed and you obliged.
There was nothing quite like looking at his dilated pupils as you took him completely. This time he closed his eyes first though, overwhelmed with pleasure as you sank on his cock. He groaned, his hands holding tight to the bedframe, knuckles white.
"Good?" you teased when he finally opened his eyes.
"We're definitely buying handcuffs after this," he managed, voice low and gravelly.
You wouldn't have expected Carmy to want to be tied up but looking at him now, it made sense in a convoluted way - rolling his eyes with the bliss of letting go of control for a fucking minute. Or maybe it was still the dream logic in your brain - an injured bear settling when someone he trusted cared for him.
You leaned to touch his face. "You could have said something. We could have tried this ages ago."
He smiled shyly. "We're doing it now. It's okay," he nodded, shifting lightly, telling you it was fine to move.
You set a gentle pace, undulating instead of frantic now that his hands couldn't help you bounce on his cock. You could feel every inch of his cock, the head hitting just right as you leaned forward and back, taking satisfaction in the way Carmy's mouth fell open as he gasped for breath.
"Touch yourself," he pleaded. "Want to see you."
You squeezed your breast with one hand and rubbed your clit with the other, eyes fixed on Carmy, watching intently once your pussy clenched around him. He pulled hard on the ties, the only sounds that came from him were moans, your name, and 'fuck'.
"Carmy. I think I'm gonna- Oh, my God!" you whined, the sight in front of you enough to make you cum.
He nodded, eager, then planted his feet on the mattress and thrust into you, making you cry with pleasure. He fucked you, prolonging your orgasm until he caught up, growling as he reached his peak, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.
You fell on his chest, exhausted, shaking with his heavy breaths and yours.
"I'll untie you in a second," you mumbled, kissing his sweaty skin, gathering strength.
"Mhmm," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his exhale ruffling your hair.
Eventually, you sat up, undoing the knots you had made, soothing Carmy's wrists with kisses, massaging the length of his arms, and whispering 'thank you' and 'you were so good' and 'I love you'.
You settled in bed, his arms around you, feeling safe and at home.
#very late but here it is - i just LOVE writing dreams and nightmares but i couldn't finish it on time#still might try to do the prompt for sweaters even if it's not october anymore - no promises though#this seems a little twisted and messed up but also... this is carmy so... hope you enjoy 💜#bearblrpromptober#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x you#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto fanfiction
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rules — shuffle your “on repeat playlist” and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people
tagged by @bemybabymp3 THX BABES
presumably dead arm (617 sessions) - sidney gish
just a girl - florence + the machine
easy to be you - elliot lee
mine - alice glass
breakfast - dove cameron
good for her - mothica, emlyn
w.a.p. - brownie tuesday
bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo
beach house- carly rae jepsen
honeysuckle -pom pom squad
and i will tag!!!!!!!! @rooftoptag @saint-cecilias @mermaidsirennikita @bluetiefling @queenofattolia @streussal @hardcandyfilmclub @herasyndlla @latrodectal @tchallaas
#bemybabymp3#personal#i wanted i'm just ken to pop up in the first ten but it didn't#JUST KNOW THO! IT'S ON REPEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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READY AIM FIRE
#rvb#red vs blue#lolix#locus#felix#sam ortez#isaac gates#felix mcscouty#mine#*24#art#if you wanna know the vibes for this it's the aim is in your head by and one. had it on repeat a bunch lol#anyway felix's shield is such an interesting part of his character. like the manipulative selfish ch is one of the few to have a shield#its a small shield and he mainly uses it for himself but y'know. the shield itself is also his opposite not just from a selfish/protective#stance but in color too. i just came up with a dumb 'it could be that deep' theory symbolism thing re: felix locus + lolix lol. like its#v pepe silva/cornplate but y'know. his trust in the shield is part of what got him yeeted off the platform. using the shield offensively#bc someone already has his back. the shield + felix being a two-way barrier between locus and the world. them vs others. you get it.#the sketch i posted abt this was cursed tho bc as a thumbnail it looked like they were getting it on 🧍♂️#STOP having sex in my notes I cant take you idiots anywhere
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ok there's delulu, and then there's thinking that buddie going canon is going to bring in 20 million viewers.
this isn't even about a ship war, this is about living in reality. NCIS hasn't brought those numbers in in almost a decade, and that's like the number one scripted show. if they had said 10 million, I'd still be scoffing and calling them delusional, but at least that would be somewhat in the realm of possibility. but 20 million? I don't think anything but sports events even gets those numbers nowadays
fandom is simply not that big. there are not 15 million people just waiting for 2 guys to kiss before watching. would viewership go up if buddie went canon? possibly. possibly not. you have to balance the new viewers it would bring in with the current viewers it would lose by making another main character queer. cause unfortunately the general audience, even if they're fine with queer people and characters, still thinks there can be "too many" queer characters. abc took a risk with bucktommy and it appears to have paid off: viewership stayed steady, the majority of reviews and responses were positive, but they were ready to pull back if the backlash was too strong, that's why lou was originally only contracted for 4 eps. if the GA didn't respond favourably, they could quietly get rid of tommy, and yeah buck is bi now but that doesn't mean it needs to be mentioned like ever and he can continue to date women.
making another main character queer AND putting him together with another main isn't something that can be basically retconned if it isn't received well.
and even if the network does think it will be received well, it is not going to be to the tune of 20 million viewers. we've been saying it for months, years now some of us, but the expectations are too high and will never match reality, and as soon as it doesn't go exactly the way they've "theorized" they will lash out at the show, which the network will take only as negativity towards the ship itself, and make them that much less likely to greenlight another such story.
#bucktommy#911#911 critical#anti buddie#sorry for the long post#but i saw that and just#not even anger or anything just like idk pity#one says something and they all jist repeat it in their echo chamber until it's fact#and no one on the inside will say ''hey that's just not realistic''#and then they all lose their mind when this thing that was never actually a possibility doesn't happen#i know i'm not saying anything with these tags that hasn't been said before#but usually what i hear them say just makes me angry and my gut response is fuck you#this tho#i read that and yeah it was just pity
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Ship dynamic unlocked: Sadistic bitch from a weird family x Golden retriever who can kick ass
#I love it when history repeats itself even tho azula was so so toxic#either my tv is super low res or im just blind bc i didnt know wednesday had freckles in the show till i saw this pic up close#its so chilling how these two scenes line up so well tbh#lets go lesbians! we love a opposites attract dynamic!#wednesday#wednesday netflix#wenclair#tyzula#avatar tla#wednesday x enid#azula x ty lee
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old and new [gn/m.reader]
good lord i have been gone for a long time. i am so sorry, i am recovering from bloccus writicus. also i may have been… getting in touch with my thirst for strong women. women are so beautiful. i love them. to all my requesters (? how to english), please excuse my tardiness. allow me to rev my engine before delivering them once again. i’m gonna warm up with a few posts (including this). ALSO THIS STORY IS JDIADMC IDK.
𖦹 big on genshin lore because i am nerding out, creator reader but not sagau reader, like i’m talking you are a character in the story, ooh look at me diverting from my agenda of overseer reader (i blame skirk’s master).
The mere ability to create is something so vast and so elaborate, placed upon the pedestal for all to see. If one is gifted with the passion and talent to create, they are the envy of all — to craft the most divine pieces, create something so intricate that it is nothing short of impressive.
And through it all, an artist hones one’s skills until they have reached the peak — until they’ve viewed every perspective, until they’ve used every shade, until they’ve done every stroke, all of it comes down to their prized creation;
Their Magnum Opus.
That… was Teyvat to you.
It was your pièce de résistance. If the myriad of heavenly bodies that lay before your trail were thought-provoking and terrifyingly beautiful to a fault, then Teyvat was your inexplicable masterpiece, one that took trial and error as your gentle hands shaped and carved every landscape, as your breath that blew into it became the protecting breeze, and as the tears that you wept from joy became the primordial seas of the world that birthed new life forms that you managed to call a mere happy accident.
It was yours. Many worlds before it were mere prototypes, but something you’ve cherished nonetheless. To you, Teyvat was the product that will possibly never get any better and a creation that will never be bested by anything else.
You granted it laws that were akin to the past worlds you’ve crafted with your own hands, you gave it life through the creatures that crawled around the earth. It thrived and you gave it autonomy once you thought it could work on its own course with your given gifts to let it thrive.
Teyvat was your cherished creation.
And the same rings true until now upon your quiet descent. Your immaculate robes that were woven with stardusts suddenly turning into a soft silk. You walked the earth in your bare feet, the blades of grass a mere tickle underneath you as you journeyed through the world.
The breeze blew by your hair and you felt the sheer invigoration, forcing a tiny titter out of you. You embraced the fruits of your hard labor, recalling the eons you nearly wept in agony as you continued to sculpt everything down to its tiniest detail.
And out of all of that, you birthed your pride and joy, this world that could never measure up to anything else.
Your eyes which held the countless stars and worlds you’ve created soon found itself gazing across the vast lands of this realm of light you’ve created, finding the realm of void opposing the one you were on.
Countless times you’ve heard your fellow artisans question you for creating such an unconventional place to be. But you sought balance in this perfect world of yours, where every creature can walk on their own respective realms. And if you can create pure beings of light, who’s to say that you can’t create the creatures that lurk within the void?
Your feet pattered against the grass that rustled as you hoped to approach and visit the opposing realm when you felt the ground beneath your rumble and shake. You stilled yourself with ease as you looked over your shoulder.
And your eyes had never known such beauty until now.
For the first time, a creature of divinity such as yourself was gobsmacked at the sight of a huge Vishap that stood before you.
It was a beautiful one — its blue scales that blended with the water from your tears of joy that you’ve shed upon your creation, its eyes holding the purest intentions that matched its pure being. You can feel the waters surge within its very form, like a fresh cold spring on a hot summer day.
Your eyes suddenly filled with tears as you felt your heart constrict with so much love as you watched it approach you. You have never seen such beauty that it truly nearly knocked you off your feet. Your chest ached with so much want as you continued to marvel the creature that you only hoped of succeeding in creating several eons ago.
“Oh… look at you…”
Your voice, honeyed and smooth as a silk, tinkled across the lands — waking up the creations that you gave life to upon your very own creation of Teyvat. Your voice, filled with so much love and tenderness, directed to the Vishap that towered over your tiny mortal form with ease, rang out, as if to call for it to come closer.
And it does.
The earth shakes with every weighted step that it took and you followed, contrasting the loudness with the silence of your own steps. You met it halfway until the very concept of distance no longer exists between you and the Vishap.
“…Such a beautiful one you are,” you whispered, your voice emitting a lilt of care and intense joy that you managed to suppress for a good measure before it overwhelmed you.
You lent a hand and its gaze directs towards it.
The Vishap leans into your touch and you can feel the waves of the primordial sea flow through you. With it, you can feel the joy you’ve felt once you’ve reached the end of your creation. You’ve felt the nostalgic satisfaction that kept you fulfilled even until now. You’ve felt the overwhelming love and excitement that you had when you took a step back and got a good look on Teyvat’s finality.
“You, who cradled our lives in your hands,” it spoke with a bellowing voice, making it seem like your own was but a mere squeak. “…Why do you pursue a creation as grand as this?”
You took a second as you pondered its question.
“…For the love in me is much too big not to share.”
“We have anticipated your descent. Nibelung has prophesied the return of the tearful artisan.”
You felt yourself flush at the title that was given to you unceremoniously, “Are my tears so ineffably embarrassing that I deserve such a name from my beloved creations?”
It huffed at your light jest, “It is nothing more but a praise. Your tears brought life in this barren world. Your tears gave birth to a new life that not one could hope to achieve—
“Your tears are my waters, to which I have complete sovereign on. Your tears are my will, to which I am eternally thankful for.”
You felt the inevitable warmth flow through your tiny body from the Vishap’s words alone. While it was satisfying to finish Teyvat on its own, you suddenly found a level beyond that feeling after receiving gratitude from your own creation firsthand. It melted your lonely soul and you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the feeling of it alone.
Such a simple gesture it was — to thank you — and yet the feeling it gave transcends every other emotion you’ve felt throughout the course of your long and eternal life.
“May you continue to prosper with the gift I’ve given you.” You blessed it with your small voice, barely above a mere whisper.
Your palm that shaped many worlds emitted the kind of warmth from a starting kiln and the Vishap relished in the feeling, a pleased growl echoing through the empty vast land of the light realm.
“The life that I owe to you will be cherished and used to its fullest. And should I perish, I will return with memories of you, no matter how faint.” It promised in one breath.
Your silken robes billowed against the breeze that blew by again. You can only feel your thoughts and feelings mingle with the Vishap’s. For once, you are able to see how it and its fellow Vishaps came to be, how each of them walked through the light realm and claimed its own homes where they ruled with incredible prosperity and indomitable ambition.
You were able to appreciate the further creation of life on this world that you deemed perfect, and was able to see how it went when you slept to rest for a good few centuries.
It was a feeling so invigorating, that you could feel your heart swell with so much love and pride for these dragons that walked the haven you’ve created. It mattered not to you how they came to be, only that they were able to live in peace and free from cumbersome bothers. It eased your heart, knowing that they are able to propagate their kind with so much freedom under the autonomous law that you gave to Teyvat.
You were feeling genuine satisfaction.
And it feels your jovial heart, with the way it continued to nestle its luminous scaled body into your touch.
“Protect this world with all your might. And you… you that holds my tears, will be given the authority to bring judgment of all life that makes a home on this world for centuries to come.”
Among the array of emotions that flowed through you, you felt its grateful pride surge through you.
A draconic pride that will leave its mark on you.
You had hoped it was a bad dream — a childish nightmare, no matter how unheard of it was among the divinity like you.
You hoped that the constriction in your loving heart was a jest in poor taste, that it was just a passing act of scare that you will laugh at. But as your eyes gazed at your magnum opus, your heart nearly shattered into a million little pieces.
The waters that were intimately connected to your essence, your very being, was tainted with anguish and anger. You can feel the hardships that started to brew from a few tiny nicks of pain in your heart. Teyvat was quite literally anchored to you through the primordial waters that flowed through it.
And as it continued to suffer contamination from something foreign, your heart further corroded into something that inflicted pain. You can feel the blood that soaked into the waters cry for desperation, you can feel the way it boiled with so much thirst for vengeance against whatever caused the first tragedy on Teyvat in the first place.
You placed full faith on the seven sovereigns, you had given them blessings that will aid them to guard your precious creation, but you could feel the tinge of betrayal flow through your veins when you threw a quick glance and saw Nibelung seeking something far more dangerous to defend their realm.
Something not from Teyvat. Something you know the laws that you placed which granted autonomy would reject and inflict sorrow upon those that were affected by it.
You fell into a state of unrest, pained with the grief of betrayal and longing for those that fought to protect your very own creation. A part of your mind condemns you for placing such a burden on your creations that cannot be better than outworld creatures that transcend them. But another part of you screams genuine belief to those you have tasked, that they will prevail and honor your simple wish.
Normally a couple of decades was nothing to you — as it could pass as quick as a mere minute, but to experience excruciating pain that throbbed like a vile tumor on your heavenly being was not something to sneeze at. Your heart ached for so many decades as you watched the sovereigns fall before those that intruded in your lovely creation.
And as it stole the authorities of the sovereigns, like a widow bereft its lover, you were forced into a state of slumber, lasting for centuries to come.
The new world thrives with lush life, creatures alike living as though its lives weren’t owed to the slumbering deity that was consumed with so much grief after all the tragic events that happened since its arrival on your world.
Perhaps it was the gentle mercy granted upon you that you stayed asleep when it parted a new realm for humanity’s arrival. When it was challenged by someone of the same nature, resulting to more catastrophic devastation that marred your heart with more fresh scars while you slept.
Perhaps it was best that you were unconscious as your closed eyes poured out tears endlessly that would sure tire you out for years as it happened.
And perhaps it was its atonement for the damage it caused you when you woke up and saw your Teyvat as something entirely new. Something that you didn’t create, something… completely alien.
Your pride as a divine creator was shaken, but you were quick to brush it off, wanting to see just how much your precious world was defiled and turned into something you know would never pass up as befitting into your standards. It was admittedly unbecoming of you, to turn your nose up against a creation, you always held some form of admiration and appreciation towards anything. You loved — and loved so much that you had to create to share it with your creations.
But Teyvat was once your magnum opus, it was… yours. It bathed in your heavenly tears, it felt every caress of your hands as you molded it into something you called your greatest masterpiece eons ago. You broke into a sweat, slaved away for the sake of your satisfaction upon completion, and when you finished it, you cried from happiness alone.
You descended, the flurry of stardust in your divine robes coagulating into the familiar silken robes that you wore whenever you would visit the seven sovereigns.
How many years have you been asleep? Dreaming up a reality where you shared a meal with the humongous and serpentine Dragon of Verdure, where you watched the Dragon King roar with pride, and where you exchanged the most insightful and heartfelt conversations with the Dragon of Water — the one that held your tears.
The grass underneath your bare feet feels as though it had a million stories to tell you, that among those years you’ve been forced into a slumber, you had missed a good chunk of what made Teyvat into this.
But the familiarity of the empty landscape was enough to urge you to keep going forth.
And that same familiarity ended the moment your eyes landed on fallen structures — ones you’ve never seen before. You can decipher that it once stood at a towering height, just from pillars that could squash your tiny mortal form with ease should it fall at the slightest disturbance.
You could feel a sense of tyranny from these structures, a tyranny broken by a hope from perhaps the creatures that felt trapped by it. You may have been asleep when it happened, but you can almost see how the tyranny of the past ruler of this place fell against the unity of those who longed freedom.
���Freedom… huh…” You murmured softly and a breeze rustled the grass beneath you. A lone leaf from the many trees landed on your hair, prompting you to take it and look at it.
You wondered how the Dragon of Verdure was fairing. If it had the same authority over the luscious life of Dendro as it did before.
Your feet continued to take you somewhere else, as though it had a sense of where to go. You never questioned it — as alien as Teyvat was to you now, it was still your world. And as long as the primordial waters are around, it stays anchored with you.
It didn’t take long before you ended up before a civilization — one you have never seen before when you descended before it came to challenge the seven sovereigns. Your eyes widened at the sight, pupils dilating as you watched humanity flourish and thrive within that patch of rock where a city sat.
Never had you expected to wake up to the sight of humans thriving in your world where there was once none.
Your sense of cautiousness dropped in a quick second and you took yourself towards it, foot against the hard cobblestone bridge as you walked towards the walls of this… civilization.
If you looked odd approaching this city in such a state, then you were certain they brushed it off as the guards welcomed you with a smile.
“Weary traveler, welcome to Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, blessed by our beloved Anemo Archon, Barbatos himself!”
For the first time since you had woken up, you felt the same overwhelming sense of love and tenderness as you were welcomed with living mortals, living in your creation like it was a normal occurrence for them.
Never had you known that humanity, no matter how it came upon your world, could be so beautiful.
And just like the day you met that beloved Vishap of yours, you wept.
“You sure know a lot of things about this place! Paimon could even say that you’re far more knowledgeable than Zhongli could be!”
Your laugh rang through the streets of Fontaine, angelic and seeming like a song from the heavens itself.
It had been so many years — dare you say centuries even, since you first descended after sleeping for so long with all the catastrophic events that has happened. You had traveled far and wide, discovered every single hidden civilization from the time you were asleep, learned every little conflict that happened.
You had to do the hard part of reading through every ancient tome that had a different language with each ancient civilization, but filling in the gaps was much easier. Despite it being your creation, the mere fact that you gave it autonomy only meant it wasn’t always subservient to you. It had its own laws even if you were the very being that gave those laws.
It was a refreshing change, quite frankly. Teyvat treated you like any other mortal and you could see and experience how humanity managed to adapt to the laws of your creation. It was honestly tear-jerking. You may not be the one that introduced humanity — rather it was the one that caused devastation to you and your dragons, but it was nonetheless still an endearing sight that you cherished.
You had to relearn Teyvat’s new history as it began embarking on a journey as a new world, where humans thrived and dominated, where beings in a mortal body but with a higher threshold, power, and purpose called gods were the ones to govern instead of the elemental sovereigns.
Somehow throughout it all, it felt as though your world was no longer yours.
But the waters ring familiarity, as it held your feelings from all those years ago. And now it’s far more potent in the Land of Hydro that you were currently on as you accompanied the blonde traveler that gained infamy across the nations you too journeyed in the past.
You felt for them, much like you before, they had to learn the secrets of this world. Only that they had to do it blind, while you managed to fill in the blanks of the tragic past of this world. And as much as you’d like to play the hero, since your descent after your sleep, you have learned to let everything play out on its own.
“I’m not one to claim superiority over Mister Zhongli’s prowess. Surely he knows far more than I do,” you deny with a genuine conviction. You learned he was the oldest of all archons, and have a better grasp of the world than you do when you were asleep.
“Mm. Let’s just call it quits and say you and him are even!” The tiny floating guide chirped, clapping in satisfaction after her own little conclusion.
You only nodded, conceding to her whims before finding the traveler walking up to you and giving you a serving of fish and chips and a double of serving for Paimon. You thanked them kindly and they only offered you a polite smile and a nod.
“Oh! Right! We should be heading off to pick up some bounty for more mora! Are you coming, [Name]?” Paimon asked, looking at you.
You caught their gaze and shook your head, “I think I’d like to take a walk around for a moment. I’ll see you two in awhile.” You said with the same unwavering smile that offered nothing but fondness for either of the two.
With a nod from them, off they went to Euphrasie to hound her for more bounty and its fruitful rewards.
You walked through the streets, basking in the noise of every call from every vendor within the side of the street, indulging the bustling nature of the busybodies in Fontaine, and savoring the air of nostalgia that perhaps only you can understand and feel.
Your feet halted at the remote parts of Palais Mermonia, admiring the flowers while you embraced the sense of familiarity that coursed through your veins. It was a welcome feeling above all, as it was the same feeling when you first truly experienced happiness.
And what luck it was when the Iudex himself was passing by for a quick break, to take a tiny breather from the suffocating throes of workload that was hurled on him as one of his many responsibilities.
You perked up when you heard a pair of footsteps echo within the cavernous structure of the Palais Mermonia and you looked over your shoulder.
Suddenly, that nostalgic feeling increased and your heart throbbed and ached with so much longing.
Suddenly, the breeze felt like it did centuries ago.
Suddenly, the hard concrete floor felt like the gentle grass beneath you.
And suddenly, the man behind you felt like the bearer of your tears.
You took a moment before facing him and found a smidgen of confusion and surprise that broke through his otherwise stoic expression. You had heard his impartiality and people reveled in him, word of the mouth was that the great Iudex, Mister Neuvillette himself, was the very symbol of Justice in Fontaine.
You didn’t know whether or not it was a wasted chance, but it never occurred to you to even ask if he kept his promise.
To come back with the faintest memories of you.
Instead, you smiled, bowed so gracefully and respectfully to him like any other mortal who have heard of his achievements would.
But you had to give him a few words yourself; just for old time’s sake.
“Look at you now…”
Your voice, much like millions of years ago, held the same sweetness and fondness, honeyed to perfection that it can lull anyone within earshot to a sense of comfort and warmth. Your voice beckoned him to come closer.
And he does.
“You’re thriving so beautifully… living among humanity…”
You could see the way his breath hitch in his throat, and you stifle a tiny laugh and suppressed the nostalgic fondness and love in your heart that was close to bursting at the seams.
“You did well.”
And you left him then and there, like a soft breeze in passing, in search of the traveler and their tiny emergency sustenance, without you knowing, that for once, it wasn’t you who cried.
It’s true, the new Teyvat felt alien to you.
It is no longer your world, but theirs — they, the humanity that staked its claim and lived for generations, they, the creatures that survived every catastrophic event that struck this world, and they… the beings that claim dominion over it.
And as this world’s creator, you would do well to enact the safety of the life it nurtured, even if you were overshadowed by the very being that devastated you.
After all, with all the love in you, it would be hard not to share it with the world you once knew.
#this fic turned out to be so damn sad why#i think it’s because im listening to ruu’s melody on repeat#anyway… surprise???#i have nothing more to say ☠️#genshin impact x gn reader#genshin impact x male reader#jhuzen’s stupid one shots#seriously i am just being a nerd in this one im so sorry for a bland start#i think my next post is about the archons#good shit#oh yeah the ‘it’ in this one is the primordial one#tho im sure yall know that already#i just wanna create a dichotomy of reader wanting to hate primo but also being kinda thankful?#idk it’s weird
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I think what's really compelling about House's absolute unwillingness to bow down to anything or anyone (the ethical board, the law, extra rich CEO, vindictive police officer, and even the patients themselves) regardless of how absolutely batshit and downright illegal his actions are, is because it's coming from a chronically disabled person, in more ways than one.
He cannot walk without agony or his cane. His chronic and severe pain led him down the path of deep Vicodin addiction until he also becomes psychologically dependent on it too (once, Dr Cuddy gives him saline placebo and it "works", in that he is not feeling his leg pain anymore for a few hours).
He understands it deeply just how desperate people can be when they're in pain and nobody can (or are willing to) help them—at least, so far, until they land on his doorstep. Which is canonically the most extreme step patients take when everything else fails—you don't just go straight to Plainsborough Teaching Hospital and to Dr Gregory House MD's office; you have to go through dozens of other doctors in various specialties and failed treatments too.
(Although that's a separate discussion about how doctors, particularly resident ones, are overworked and underpaid and redtaped by shithead insurance companies even if they do know how to treat a patient and want to).
He knows, from the bottom of his heart, that having such a painful and life-limitting debilitating condition is comparable to hell on earth, because he has one. He knows, that despite his disability being visible to everyone, yet no one wants to put an effort to help him deal with it—is also hell on earth.
Cuddy simply throws money at him and turns the other way to his Vicodin abuse, like she is saying, "I don't care if he takes 10 Vicodin pills a day or more, and I have to pay at least $1M every year for lawsuits, as long as he gets the job done," (and when they decide to go into relationship, she immediately drops him when he relapses, even if the reason for his relapse is her—although, yes, there is another discussion to be had about keeping yourself and your child(ren) safe being a priority compared to helping an addict, recovering or not). Wilson, as loyal as he is to House, simply either enables him or lectures him without going into the root of the issue and thoroughly help House that way. His subordinates, especially after the original trio, are simply too scared, too ignorant, or too ambitious to even approach the issue and choose to keep their job than help House (also another discussion to be had about how you can't help people who don't want to help themselves and so on).
So when he sees a patient who has gone through hell trying to get a correct diagnosis and treatment, he becomes laser-focused on doing everything under the sun to get to the bottom of it and cure the patient. He doesn't care if he has to break into countless of houses (haha pun) and collect insane and probably biohazard samples to do it—he absolutely will, no question.
Yes, hate-criming and being a bigot is his favorite hobby (still livid at the asexual ep and the production's choice for the resolution, let's just say I still have beef with Hugh Laurie and the entire production team for it), and so is insulting patients in so many ways that Shakespeare would personally fly to New Jersey and shake his hands if someone manage to successfully perform necromancy on ol' Billy boy. But House is no one if not dedicated. "Yes, my patient is an idiot, everyone is an idiot too, but I WILL cure their condition like my life depends on it," is basically his middle name.
Besides, you can make the argument that he is more compassionate than all the other doctors around him, because despite his absolute disdain towards some of his patients' beliefs and stupidity, he still works his ass off to treat them. He will call your god an idiot in 7 different languages while putting you in a diagnostic machine he manipulated the whole hospital into letting him use so that you could get a test which weren't available to you before. He will tell you that your currently-happy marriage will end in a bloody divorce and your ex will leave you penniless so love is not real while injecting you with a medication he had to hack the CDC's database for.
There are even episodes that show him being truly earnest, like the clinic duty scene where he is snarky as usual to a girl who seemingly stupidly had unprotected sex until she lashes out, and House is like, "Oh shit, this is above my paygrade", and immediately goes to Cuddy with a very serious expression and no sarcastic dilly-daliying, demanding her to transfer the patient to someone else because he is not good with "curing" rape case (interesting choice on the writers' part to make the patient insist to have therapy with House, though).
There is an episode about a very workaholic woman executive in a fashion company who has tremor and partial paralysis, and later on it's shown that she seems to tie her worth as a person to her corporate success while band-aiding her deep psychological issue like her suicidal ideation, and House genuinely asks her, "Do you want to live? I cannot help you unless you want me to," or something along the line.
There is also the cursed 9-year-old terminal brain cancer episode where Chase kissed the patient (ew), where at first it shows House being a usual misanthophe to Wilson and saying, "She is not brave, it's the brain tumor clot talking because it must be near the amygdala." Later in the episode, House sits near the patient alone, and compassionately asks her if she even wants to live, going through the rest of her short-lived but horrible agony, even if they catch the clot. The surgery to find and get rid of the clot is risky and can debilitate her even more, and this is why House is laying the decision to her hands. That she gets to choose. This is what truly reveals to him that she is genuinely brave (aside from the scan showing the clot to be so far away from her amygdala), but for the wrong reason. She is brave for her mom, willing to go through horrible surgery and drag out her already painful cancer-ridden life because, "My mom needs me". When everyone is congratulating her in the end, you can tell House has a bittersweet expression of both awe towards her bravery, and sadness that this 9-year-old sick girl has to bear the brunt of her horrible pain just so that her mother is not sad. That he couldn't convince her to be a child until the nearing end of her life.
The most interesting evidence of his compassion to me is the gunman hostage episode. It might sound weird because in the whole episode, he is depicted to first want to outsmart the gunman patient, then becomes laser-focused but only because he sees it as a puzzle, then absolutely selfish and dangerous because he volunteers himself as the last hostage and gives the gun back to the guy after the MRI. I do think it's true that his dedication to solving patients-are-just-puzzle-to-me conditions shines through in the episode, especially the scene of him returning his gun, but there is something else I catch when I rewatched it before.
When the gunman patient is put in the MRI because Cameron tells him a theory through the hostage call, the remaining doctors in the room including House are wary at the gunman but also hopeful. Yet, when the result shows up on the screen, he realizes that the theory is wrong and the guy let go his only bargaining chip for nothing. If you watch this part carefully, you'll notice that House actually looks pitying and sad at the gunman's disappointed demeanor and expression. He realizes he is going to be another notch in the guy's failed doctors list, and at this point (with the gun given away and even the best, most talented doctor also not finding out what's wrong with him), the guy has given up hope that he will ever see the day he will be cured, certainly not behind the bars.
Yes, his thirst for puzzle is House's big driving force in giving back the gun, but you'll be lying to yourself if you don't notice House's compassion for the guy because he doesn't want the guy to go out empty-handed, with absolutely no more hope because House knows once they step out of the door, this guy will never, ever be allowed to be in the vicinity of any hospital or doctor ever again in his life, aside from jail's bare-minimum exams and medications. House can't handle the thought of putting someone else through his own disappointment—that nothing works to help his leg pain. He especially doesn't want to be the cause for this gunman guy's case either. Even in the end when House realizes the guy is a fucking moron because he doesn't know that Florida is, in fact, in earthwide-horizontal tropical zone and this is what stumps most of the guy's previous doctors—House still gives him a subtle salute to the guy while being handcuffed and led away, almost to say, "Enjoy your healing and the defeat of your arch nemesis The Sickness™, glad to be part of it."
Majority of his drive to stop at nothing until his patient is cured is definitely thanks to his own fucked-up leg, even if there are some dialogues with Cuddy and Stacy Warner (House's ex wife) that seem to imply he has always been a misanthrophe whose hobby is getting into malpractice (or general) lawsuits. I wholeheartedly believe that after his leg clot rendered him disabled and with chronic pain, he became much more dedicated and obsessed with getting to the bottom of a patient's medical information, even for info that seems innocuous or irrelevant that always turn out to be important (probably more like a plot armor than established characterization, to be honest), almost like this is his method of relating to the patients in his own weirdly human way, and maybe a little bit (actually, a lot) of projecting.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
#house md#rec#media analysis#writing#english#me#i hv more to say abt this show like him making the mistake of not amputating his leg bc of his bias against (particularly visible)disabilit#even tho cuddy and his other past ortho surgeons suggest against keeping the leg because the clot is really bad and unsalvagable#years later even while having his leg it's now useless because all it gives him is pain and anger issue with a dash of opioid addiction#so when he sees patient being stupid or refusing a certain test/treatment he KNOWS in the bottom of his heart to be right#he just won't take it lying down & he will drag his patients kicking & screaming bc ''trust me i was an idiot too don't repeat my mistake''#but that's an essay for another day#whump#whump meta#disability
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uhhhhhhhhhh lifestealers from last weekend’s costesting
#lifesteal smp#mapicc#spokeishere#lifesteal smp cosplay#I need to add more color to spoke’s but in my defense I have NOT gone fabric/ribbon shopping yet for the roshambo cape and I refuse to make#a special trip just for one specific cos. there’s gotta be multiple things I need#I deffo do wanna lean more into technological stuff too im thinkin an elytra design with a bunch of the scrap wire and computer pieces from#part of my line of work bc I can get quite a bit for free#the Mapicc fits solid tho I know this bc honestly the base fit is one of my repeated outfits#i speak#me when i dress up in costumes for my own entertainment
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This isn’t the first time this isn’t the first time
My inability to initiate conversations even when I want to is like—I don’t even know anymore someone help
@signanothername oh hi there uhh
Ignore the ranting in tags :)
#when you really want to talk to someone#but won’t say anything#I don’t even know what to do with tumblr messages#it feels awkward to just like#idk words are hard#why I gotta be as shy as irl why can’t I get a different personality online >:(#tho I start ranting once I feel better aaa#wait I might be talking too much rn#uhhh#my artwork#digital art#ink sans#utmv#art#artwork#my art#undertale#wait I think it’s because I’d always start conversations#then I’d patiently wait like two months for a response#I had only one online friend and I didn’t feel like making anymore back then#also none of my irl friends liked Undertale enough to understand or follow along#so like I just repeated it all over#I remember ranting so much I filled out discord word count so much aaa#does this make sense??#digital illustration#artists on tumblr
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Tim I'm sorry I keep drawing you like an anime boy (and also accidentally)
#fr I was just trying to figure out how the arm works#but then I was like 'this should be tim now' so#does it look like him? no I haven't done a single proper study into how he looks#but do I KNOW this is tim? yeah#I also know he's dreaming about bernard and sweet domesticity because he's not allowed to have any nightmares in my art xoxo#BECAUSE I SAID SO#my mental health vs this blonde bitch is so delicious to me you don't understand#I was literning to illit magnet during this#on repeat I mean#my otp tim drake x a big fuckin nap#tim drake#tim drake wayne#batfam#batman#robin#red robin#I love mental illness because I'm like what if he isn't the red robin and I'm wrong and deserve to die#even if I WAS wrong he's not even real it does not matter#note: i do not love mental illness I just think it's funny when my brain wants to gaslight me SO BAD#brb tho off to google if he really is the red robin (he is I know this but the DEMONS IN MY SKULL.)#i'm back and what do you know I was right the whole time FUCK U BRAIN I'M UNSTOPPABLE now shut up#anyway#art#digital art#sketch#fanart#watercolour#it's funny bc I keep going 'I want to draw another batperson please' but then I just draw tim again#everyone I'm so sorry I'm in love w mr mary sue :( it's bc he's so relatable to me as a misunderstood genius :(#but still unrelatable because I'm funnier than he is but we can't share every trait xoxo
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[Image description: A digital drawing based on the film Girl Shy. It depicts Harold Lloyd's character Harold Meadows sat at his typewriter, paused in thought as his fingers hover above it. His eyes are looking up and his mouth is slightly open, like he's dreaming awake. A thought bubble floats around him like smoke, with the faces of two women in the middle of it. The two have annotations next to them that denote the twenties era stereotypes that they are styled as. The one noted as "the flapper" is smiling and has curly, slightly unkempt hair, with a headband around it. She has lighter makeup than the woman next to her, who has dark lips and eyeshadow and is labelled "the vamp". She has large circular statement earrings and an ornate headpiece atop her smooth updo. Her eyes are downturned, and her expression less approachable. Harold is coloured in greyscale, and so are the ladies, although they have a warmer brown tone, as does the smoke. There's a pinker line of light surrounding them and the writing. The background is a dark brown.]
Inktober - Day 15 (Guidebook)
Film - Girl Shy (Fred C. Newmeyer, Sam Taylor, 1924)
#inktober#inktober 2024#girl shy#harold lloyd#girl shy 1924#harold lloyd fanart#girl shy 1924 fanart#digital art#if u wanna get into harold lloyd films id probs recommend something like the freshman first but uhhh i do like this one obvs#i cant tell if its sexist or making fun of that with the portion this is referencing tbh ... or like some weird combo#which is a question that always pops up when watching silent comedy lol#so just be aware of that before u watch it lol#its really cute though :) the main romance (not pictured) is so 💛💛💛#also for some reason i remembered there being 3 fantasy women instead of just the two here 🤔🤔 couldnt find anything tho...#i know the move for drawing silent era stuff would be black and white or normal greyscale but i wanted something more sepia here#i think a lot of people underestimate the variety of tones in silent cinema tbh#i love when i watch one and they do the blue and yellow tinting for scenes <3#anyway song of the day is shes so modern by the boomtown rats :)#have recently become obssessed with the song... on repeat... consuming my thoughts...#really really catchy 🙏🙏#i am getting into the boomtown rats a bit tbh ... really enjoying the album this song is from 💛💛
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phrases ive been really into recently (alnst edition): 1. ivans yaoi paddle 2. luka the shivering sickly victorian purebred show poodle 3. stablehand till + luka horse au 4. Heperu's pet poodle handbook (for luka) 5. ivans triple yaoi backflip (raw yaoi power) 6. fudanshi luka 7. himedanshi till 8. tills "im not gay" yaoi protag power 9. milf till couldve fixed ivantill (bingqiu style) 10. mizisua monogatari toothbrush scene
#this is mainly luka isnt it tf#hes not my fav actually#it doesnt seem very believable like this tho#also im sorry girls i just dont have phrases that i rotate around my mind for you at least none that are powerful and repeatable like this#maid mizi garter belt and maid sua sheer tights + leg moles are in fact things i think about very often but also are not cursed enough#if you know the monogatari toothbrush scene i pray for you tho#luka is too easy to make fun of i think is the issue here#ivan alnst#till alnst#luka alnst#mizi alnst#sua alnst#alnst#alien stage#im normal#ivantill#mizisua#alnst ivan#alnst till#alnst luka#alnst sua#alnst mizi
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WHERE WERE THE AWAKENING SECOND GEN ON JULY 21ST 2023
#fe13#fe awakening#fire emblem#fe shitpost#not tagging these mfs goddamn anyways#long tag ramble incoming btw#this is a lie bc owain pleaded all of them to go barbenheimer with him#but still#also yes there is a difference between being in between barbie and oppenheimer and being at barbenheimer#barbenheimer is its own concept#anyways i think cynthia is the type of person to be like 'yeah barbie isnt really my thing but i'll go with you' and then she cries the most#yarne is too scared of oppenheimer but he thinks the memes are funny#the morgans are FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT and as much as fmorgan likes barbie shes such an oppenheimer girl. crush on florence pugh i know it#kjelle is not up for debate btw. thinks oppenheimer is cool but shes literally feminism the unit#sat for florence pugh tho#inigo has I'm Just Ken on repeat and it will be number one on his spotify wrapped#bradys thinks saying hes an oppenheimer guy will save his masculinity but it didnt matter bc he cried at the first scene of barbie#no one knows why. it was of girls smashing baby dolls on rocks.#know that im looking at them though.. tbh they all cried at barbie its just a matter of when#u can tell me im wrong if you so wish but i dont care and im not listening#after this they went out for the barbie burger king meal and got sick
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WXS FANS WE FUCKING WON LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO THEY’RE SO SILLY JUST AS I DREAMED
#pjsk#project sekai#prosekai#wonderlands x showtime#THEY KEPT THE FLAG#I REPEAT THEY KEPT THE FLAG#THEY ARE SO SILLY I LOVE THEM#emu otori#tsukasa tenma#rui kamishiro#nene kusanagi#THEY MADE MIKU JUST AS SILLY LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO#SHE LOOKS LIKE A MAGICAL GIRL I STAN#THE MATCHING WHITE THO#They made it work somehow !!#i know i said i didn’t like them really matching BUT WOW DOES THIS WORK#SEGA PLS DON’T FUCK UP NIIGO YOU’RE 3/4 ALREADY 🙏🏻#wxs#i know it’s a coat but it looks like rui’s wearing a dress#love her for that
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