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englishisaboutconfidence · 2 days ago

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Morso d'amore : Part 2 of Ahyeon knows best

Dating Ahyeon was great for a number of reasons, one being you had a smoking hot girlfriend and second your girlfriend already knew you better than anyone else. The first few weeks of dating didn't cause you to have to change your life really at all. You still had the same classes with her and sat next to her during all of them. You two kept working on projects together for classes, so it was an easy excuse for your friends as to why you were with her and why you were leaving the dorm. She already knew how much of a nerd you were so she wasn't too mad (emphasis on too mad) when you would ghost her while gaming or when you would spend hours grinding solo queue. Although she did force you to be on FaceTime with her as often as possible if you were going to be gaming for a few hours. Plus, you know, the whole thing that you were having a very active sex life with one of the IT girls of your school, who also happened to be your childhood crush. So, to summarize your current situation, you had an amazing hot girlfriend, and your friends and family had no clue… or so you thought.

Your sister Pharita and told Ahyeon that she was going to spend the weekend with your parents, so naturally Ahyeon had let you know immediately, and you ran over to their dorm the second Pharita left for your parents. You barely had time to text Ahyeon you were there before she pulled you in and started making out with you. Stumbling onto her bed, you two were too busy fighting for oral dominance that neither of you noticed the door open and someone entered the room. Finally asserting our dominance, you went to remove Ahyeon's shirt when you heard a loud "Yaaaah". Spoked by this, Ahyeon released a loud shriek before hiding herself behind you. Turning around, you see your sister Pharita with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.

"How long has this been going on? My best friend screwing my brother?"

Awkwardly rubbing the back of your head, you say "Uhhhh, like 3 weeks".

Unsatisfied with your answer, you feel Ahyeon gently elbow you in the stomach, "And its ummm dating. Yeah, we've been dating for 3 weeks."

Still waiting for the most important part, Ahyeon cleared her throat "And I love her and intend to marry her."

Finally satisfied, Ahyeon gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Really?" Pharita asked which you and Ahyeon responded with an affirmative nod.

"God, you two are terrible at hiding it then because I realized it the Sunday you two returned from "dog sitting" at our parents".

Surprised, you and Ahyeon questioned your sister "Huh! What do you mean you've known since then?"

"Please, you two were making googly eyes at each other while you Y/N dropped Ahyeon off at our dorm. Plus, you two forgot there was an eyehole in the door, so I saw your little goodbye kiss. Also, did you two dumbasses forget that I have both of your locations so I can see when you two disappear to Ahyeon's house to fuck, or our parents place, or a love hotel? And of course, the fact that you Y/N make any excuse to come over and you Ahyeon don't even try to hide how much you love lying all over him when we watch shows."

Annoyed that your little secret wasn't really a secret, you respond to your sister’s very logical statements with a very mature "yeah whatever."

Chuckling at your annoyance, Pharita continued "Ahyeon although I do wish you would have told me yourself that you finally got Y/N to confess."

"Sorry Rita, I was a little distracted since this dummy finally stopped ignoring his feelings and accepting that he's mine."

"It's okay Ahyeon, I'm just happy that we are going to finally be sisters in law sooner rather than later."

Confused by the entirety of the conversations, you interrupt the two dormmates and childhood friends "Wait, what are y'all talking about? Rita, you knew that Ahyeon liked me and that I somehow liked Ahyeon? And what do you mean sisters in law? We just started dating 3 weeks ago."

Amused by your confusion, Pharita just smiled and said "Oh please, both our families have known that you two were destined for each other for years. You forget, but you would not stop talking about and hanging around Ahyeon when y'all first met in the 1st grade. You think that Ahyeon's infatuation with yours started out of nowhere? Please, you would always gravitate towards her and eventually, I guess Ahyeon somehow started to like you despite how annoying you were. 'Ahyeon said this. Ahyeon did that. Ahyeon likes this instead'. Good lord you would not shut up about her. Although in middle school you stopped talking about her as much though it was clear that she still occupied your thoughts and feelings and started to try to suppress your feelings for her with annoyance; but that's when Ahyeon truly showed how much she cared for you. She started following you instead and talking to you and about you all the time, or maybe how central you were in her life was made more apparent when you tried to hide how much Ahyeon occupied your life."

Hearing the quick recount of your two’s history, Ahyeon just smiled and leaned forward into your back while capturing you in a back hug.

Still confused and even more so with how relaxed Ahyeon was, you turn to her "Why are you so relaxed? If you knew all of this, why didn't you tell me."

Still smiling at you, Ahyeon gave you a quick peck before saying "Because honey, you needed to come to that conclusion mostly on your own. Plus, I was never scared about losing you, even when you were 'pissed' at me, your adoration of me was easy to see through the pointed jabs and attempts at annoyance and indifference. I knew that you only had eyes for me and that my happiness and joy for life were essential to you, even when you didn't realize it. Do you remember when my grandma died?

You nodded.

"Well, it was a really shitty time especially the funeral, but honestly, it is one of my favorite days because it showed me what kind of person you are and how much I mean to you. Your family was of course coming to the funeral; but I remember Pharita telling me how much pressure you put on your family to show up not only on time (which is struggle especially for your dad); but an hour early to make sure that whatever my family and I needed, you could provide. Of course, you didn't yell at them like a drill sergeant; but you kept subtly reminding your mom and by extension your dad that my family would do the same and that it's probably really important and helpful to show up early and take care of us during such a tragic time. And then when you arrived at the funeral, I don't remember you ever leaving my sight. You didn't ever really come up and tell me you were there for me explicitly; but you kept hovering in case I needed something, I could tell that you had your eyes on me the entire time, and whenever I did ask for something, you pretty much sprinted and got it for me and made sure that you were the one taking care of me. And of course, you comforted me after the funeral when everyone had left, even our parents and Pharita and you just sat with me for hours. And when I went to leave, you softly grabbed my hand and tried to console me but instead started to ramble awkwardly which led me to smile for the only time that day."

"I don't remember your smiling; all I remember is my rambling and staring at our hands instead of you because I could barely look at you in the eyes because of how nervous I felt."

"Do you remember how I finally got you to shut up Y/N?"

Blushing, you nod your head.

"God you two are the worst. It's like watching a cheesy romcom; but I also love you two and wish you nothing but happiness; but can you let me know what the hell she has been since I wasn't there, and she never told me this story?" Pharita said exasperatedly.

Looking at her, you silently beg Ahyeon not to tell the whole story, but she just lovingly pats your check and continues on

"Okay Okay. Well, despite his truly terrible and inaudible rambling, I knew the gist of what Y/N was trying to say as well as where it came from, so I decided the best way to shut him up was to do something that would truly stun him, so I grabbed his face with my right hand and raised his face so our eyes met and kissed him right then and there, at the funeral home on the day of my grandmas funeral. Then while he was stunned and opening and closing his mouth like a fish, I told him the truth, that I loved him and wanted him to be my first and only for everything in my life. And this asshole just stared at me and right when I was about to turn and leave, heartbroken; he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a kiss and told me that he had no clue how or why, but that he knew that he loved me too and that something inside of him was telling him that I was the one for him. We then just stood there hugging for a while before he walked me home hand in hand. But of course, being Y/N, the next day he was back to his old self and kept acting like I was the bane of his existence when we both knew it was quite the opposite."

"Awwwww, that's so cute. Disgusting but cute. I didn't realize how in touch with your emotions you were Y/N." Your sister said.

"I'm not. I just can tell what my gut is telling me, and it told me that if I fucked that up then I would regret it for my entire life. So, I am not cute and that story doesn't need to be repeated".

"Okay sweetie" Ahyeon responded.

"I'm not!" You responded back like a child.

"Of course,"

"I'm telling you Ahyeon. That story is not sweet or cute and doesn't need to be mass spread."

Sighing softly, Ahyeon just said "Y/N honey, that story is going to be told at our wedding and probably plenty of times before that so you are just going to need to accept the fact that everyone is going to know you’re a big softie who is also absolutely whipped for your wife"

"Fine, but you were obsessed with me and that's how we got together so you're even more whipped, so ha."

"Of course," Ahyeon sweetly responded before shutting you up with a quick peck.

Smiling since she knew she had won, Ahyeon turned to your sister and asked, "So are you going to your guys' parents or was that just bait?"

"Oh, don't worry you two, I'm still going. Just needed to confirm my suspicions so now I can tell both families the great news. But don't worry, I'll make sure they don't do anything tonight or tomorrow; but be prepared for Sunday because they will summon you then."

"Wait, shouldn't we be the ones to tell them?" You quickly questioned your sister.

"It's fine Y/N. They deserve to know ASAP, plus let's be honest, if you had it your way, no one would know until after the wedding."

Knowing she was right and that this was probably the best way for the news to be revealed to the parents aka you would have a 2 days to prepare for the Spanish Inquisition as well as an overindulgent celebration of you getting your head out of your ass, you just nod and say "Fine, just make sure we get to eat steak on Sunday and no one bothers us till then"

Smirking, Pharita responded "Of course dear brother… although I will tell them that you are busy making them grandchildren" before running out the door laughing.

"Wait, Rita. Don't say that!" you yelled at her retreating figure before laying on Ahyeon's bed sighing and saying "God they are going to be so annoying on Sunday. At least we have 36hrs before then. So, what do you want to do Ahyeon?"

Turning to look at her, you are met with an annoyed and dumbfounded look. Once again confused, you say "What?"

"Your sister who we thought was going to be gone all weekend is finally gone. She is telling your parents we are making babies. You came over specifically because she was going to be gone and we haven't fucked in 2 days, so what do you think I want to do?"

Realizing that you were in a very advantageous position and that to fuck it up would be an absolutely moronic thing to do, you make the very tough choice of giving your girlfriend what she wants as well as making sure you do what you came over to do.

You quickly recapture the moment your sister so rudely interrupted and pin your girlfriend to the bed with your hands while you capture her lips with yours. Moaning into your kiss, Ahyeon frees her wrists from your control and guides you to take off your shirt while making sure not to separate her lips from yours. Knowing what she wants next, you flip the two of you over and quickly remove her shirt. Taking a moment to catch your breaths, you are happily surprised to see that Ahyeon had decided to forego a bra that night and your eyes were met with her perfect, perky tits adorned with the most beautiful areolas. Knowing your next move, Ahyeon quickly shoves you back onto the bed before you can capture her tits in your mouth and wiggles out of her pants before quickly discarding yours along with your underwear (she of course doesn't have to deal with panties of her own since she had also decided to go commando for tonight).

Giving you a quick little smirk, she grabbed your cock and quickly started stroking it to get it nice and prepped for her. After needing a couple of seconds to recover from the pleasure that she was giving you, you grab her by the waist and pull her close to you before capturing her right tits with your mouth and giving her left one equal attention with your hand before starting to switch between the two like a man eating for the first time in weeks. Feeling how hard you were and knowing how easy it was for you to become distracted from the objective when her tits were present, Ahyeon tears you off her chest before straddling you and sinking down until you were fully sheathed in her. Not letting you recover, she quickly started to ride you but not before once again capturing your lips with hers. After a few minutes of her strong riding, you feel your orgasm coming. Sensing this too, Ahyeon quickly locked her legs around you and made sure you were buried as deep as possible in her. Burying yourself as deep as possible, you let your orgasm take hold and you release spurt after spurt of cum into Ahyeon's waiting womb. The feeling of you filling led to Ahyeon finally reaching her peak. Once the last remnants of your shared orgasm subside, Ahyeon finally allows herself to let go and she falls onto your chest. Pulling up the covers which you two had cast to the side during your lovemaking, you make sure that Ahyeon is properly covered before sighing and saying "Fuck, I love you Ahyeon". Smiling softly, Ahyeon raised herself up to give you a soft kiss on your lips saying, "I love you too". Content, satiated, and utterly spent, the two of you finally fall asleep in a loving embrace with your legs intertwined and bodies connected in a way that showed true intimacy.

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smiling-laughing-hating · 7 hours ago

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I saw you too have kpop demon hunters brainrot, and so, I am here to request!

Can I have some dating headcannons of the main girls (with like gender neutral or AFAB)?? I have a huge crush on mira rn and there's like no content of her, only jinu and the saja boys-

summary: what is it like to date the Huntrix girls and dealing with their insecurities

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Rumi

Let's just say that to get with this girl you had to go through alot

She surrounded herself with walls all the time cause of her patterns

And she won't tell you about them even when you get together forget

How you figure it out must have been her letting down her guard (which one it's on is hard)

You were sleeping over at the Huntrix and currently were in Rumi's room; on her bed

Your girlfriend walks in with her coat on something that you always question about her is why she always wears a coat inside who does that?

"Hi baby what are you doing?"

You shrugged scrolling some more on your phone "nothing much"

She sits besides youand snatch your phone "hey!" You grin and jump at her causing you both to collapse on the bed you on top of her

You giggle as you start to tickle her relentlessly

"Wait- no- HAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Surrender for i-...?" You stop and raise a brow as you see the marking on her arms that were exposed as a result of her squirming

she was confused at first before she realised you saw it and froze in shock

Yea after that she explained everything and how it is only 'temporarily' until they can seal The Honmon and she was surprised to hear you say that even if she stays like this you will always love her

Yea that was an emotional night for her

Oh and btw after this you are the most important person to her no one can top you

She became more open more romantic and oh she is touch starved

Now that she feels safe around you you better expect that you will be cuddling every night

Mira

Sweet sweet Mira here is your no.1 fan of anything you do she supports 100℅ she knows what it's like to not be accepted she would for you to feel that way

She maybe a little hesitant to talk about her past and family and every time you bring it up she always dodges it like a bullet

She may snap at you sometime and say hurtful things but she never really mean any of it

Well that fact doesn't make it hurt any less does it?

You were leaning against the Huntrix balcony

You and Mira fought, again

This week was rough it seems like any disagreement between you two cause a full blown fight, it was alot

you understand that Mira's parents contacted her and that's what is making her so on edge but it doesn't exactly soothe the ache in your chest

Your thoughts are interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around you

"You have every right to be angry i shouldn't have lashed out like that...forgive me please"

You don't answer you simply put your hand on hers and you both basket in the comfortable silence

After that night she became more careful with her words

And now instead of fighting eachother you fight the problem while cuddling to get rid of any possible argument

Zoey

We already know how much of a worrier this girl is when she confessed to you it was so exaggerat that you thought she may as well ask you to marry her (i mean-)

But while it can be endearing it can also be too much on both of you

For everything she does she looks to please you and everyone around her even is she doesn't realise it

To the point where it becomes suffocating

"i made your favourite dish"

"What do you think of ---?"

"Are mad at me?"

" i am sorry"

"You love me right?"

And so on and so forth

That is a normal day between you two you were ready to quell all her fear you cared you really did

But this was too much

"Zoey! Dear you don't have to try so much for me i love you for you!"

She blinks up at you and smiles sheepishly

"I am so-"

"No! No more of that come here" she looked at you confused as you pulled her at you and started to squeeze her as tight as you can

You threw yourself on the couch still holding her, you then start to whisper sweet nothing in her ear such as 'i love you' 'you are worth everything' 'you are enough' and more

You guys stayed like that all night

She smiles as she nuzzles into your neck "thank you..."

thankfully after that day she seemed to calm alot more about her habit of overpleasing you

She is more comfortable around you she now tells you everything

Ans i mean everything :D

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#kpdh x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpdh rumi #kpdh zoey #kpdh mira #•smiley writes :) •

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crepezinhos · 1 day ago

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Happy Never After

POV: Even if he Sunday has finally succeeded in his mission of creating a dreamland for all people in Penacony, becoming a semi-Aeon in the way and surrounding himself with nothing but hope and peace, he still can’t fulfill his own one and only dream. You.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an Angsty and Yandere work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Aeon!Yandere!Sunday x Reader

— AU is In-Game

— Contains: Mind control and manipulation, time manipulation, emotional manipulation, obsessive, violent and abusive behavior (and denial about it) and suggestions to masturbation.

— This might have lore mistakes because I’m not a Honkai expert, so I apologize in advance.

“I’m really glad you brought me here tonight, Sunday.” Your confession was genuine and emotional, which caused a little grin appear on Sunday’s lips even if you couldn’t find courage to look at him.

You were too distracted staring down at the beautiful dark sea reflecting the bright moonlight of this starry night in its every curve and edge below you, and also too… embarrassed.

It made you feel a bit guilty to have such a marvelous man like Sunday so eager to entertain and spoil you out of all women that desire him and not know the reason why.

Almost every weekend Sunday insists to take you out on dates and hangouts and you always accept his invitations. He either brings you to the fanciest restaurants to eat the most delicious meals of your favorite kind of food, or to walk and talk in the most beautiful natural landscapes of Penacony, or to watch the most brilliant performances of theatre or opera with the most talented artists… It’s truly an unending list of date ideas. And most importantly, he always gifts you jewelry worth millions as ‘souvenirs’ in these dates.

Tonight was no different. He brought you to another restaurant that served your favorite kind of food and walked with you to Penacony’s biggest bridge while hearing you talk about many sorts of things, giving you a golden and pearly necklace in the way. Now, you two were standing close to each other, side-by-side, in the middle edge of the bridge, staring at the same direction, either the sea or the hypnotic view of the sky above it with a bright, full moon in the middle of you two. A truly romantic moment if you could say.

It was making you wonder why once again and it bothered you how you can’t ever seem to find an answer to it, not even the slightest hint. Sunday wasn’t helpful either, acting oblivious all time, as if he has no idea how overwhelming he was by doing this much effort for you. Is this all really just because you and him have always been great friends and he’s merely just showing his gratitude to you? You don’t even see yourself as such an amazing friend… much less when you were a dumb kid.

“Seriously, this… has been one of the greatest nights of my life.” You could feel butterflies tickling your stomach as you finally gained courage to confess more feelings to him and look at his eyes.

“I’m glad.” Sunday looked back at you immediately and spoke shortly, but genuinely reciprocative, which made you feel even more embarrassed about yourself and your choice of words.

Unnecessarily long phrases… silly and unserious vocabulary… struggling to not stutter… It must be a joke to someone with such a wide and formal vocabulary like Sunday…

“Seriously… why do you do so much effort to please me?” You asked a bit embarrassed again, but it felt good having that tension released from the back of your brain.

Sunday’s little grin disappeared when you said that, thoughtful about your question. He looked away, staring at the dark horizon for a considerable moment as he built an answer. But then, Sunday suddenly smiled again, chuckling very lightly.

“May I ask you something, Y/N?” His body turned to you again, a bit more direct this time, as if he was trying to call your full attention and presence to him.

“Of course! How could I say ‘no’ to you after this date?!” You immediately complied to him, abruptly turning your whole body to him and crossing your arms to focus on him for as long as he needed your attention. After all, you wanted to show him the most gratitude you could for tonight’s date, even if you’d never reach his level of care on your own.

“I need to give you a little context before actually making my question, so… prepare.” Sunday decided to turn his whole body to you too, taking his hand from behind his back to rearrange his tie and clear his throat at the same time.

You patiently waited, wondering what could it be that he wanted to talk to you about that he felt like he needed to ask you to do so, or what did it have to have with your question.

“Y/N… I’m in love with you.” His words immediately hit you hard, making your eyes widen in shock.

But you kept quiet, letting him take the pause he needed to prepare for his next words.

“Ever since we were kids, still growing our wings and halos, I’ve been head over heels for you.” He paused once again, gently stepping closer to you to grab your right hand, holding and look at it as if it was a fresh new bar of gold. “This… beautiful, independent and wonderful woman who always accepted and adapted herself to my shy, boring and distant personality and supported me in my every bad moment like my own right arm.” He decided to look at your eyes again, making very intimate and real eye contact with you. “This woman who… is worth every penny of my pocket, every second of my time, every other planet in this universe, every Aeon that lives above us…” He paused one last time, becoming too embarrassed to look at you anymore. “This woman who… I want to spend the rest of my life with.” His cheeks flushed darkly, finding courage to look at your eyes yet again so his message could be clearly heard, seen and understood. “That’s why I take you to these dates, Y/N. It’s because this is how I want to express my gratitude and love to you while trying to… make you love me too… That’s the answer for your question.” Sunday smiled, giggling to cool off from the tension of sharing such a dark secret with you.

He is so visibly confident about this, looking at you with so much happiness and believing your stare was reciprocating underneath the shock… He is so ready to have you say ‘Yes’ to the question ahead and then lean in to kiss your lips.

“So, Y/N, now that I’ve answered your question, I’d like to share mine too. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” Sunday let one of his hands go of yours and rose it your eye level, quietly summoning a rose using a bit of his Harmony powers simply to offer it to you.

…

“Sunday…” You finally realized his little monologue was over and that it was your turn to speak.

Meanwhile, his smile slightly widened as he heard your voice speaking his name so gently, believing that you were losing your shame to accept his love confession.

…

“I…” You struggled to let the words come out of your mouth, voice chords stuck in a purely psychological knot due to how horrible you felt about how you’d just acted so considerate to him… only to break his heart next. “I’m sorry.” You finally broke eye contact, not handling the useless excitement in his eyes.

But despite your eyes looking at the concrete floor, you could feel Sunday’s pink cheeks, bright grin and pupils immediately all dying when he heard your initial response, but he remained stable and ready to hear your thoughts… hiding his disappointment.

“I’m… genuinely really glad that you brought me here tonight, Sunday, but… it would be cruel of me to say ‘Yes’ to you.” You paused, glancing up again just to see if he’d gotten any better, but his expression only seemed more disappointed, which made you lower your gaze again. “I adore you, Sunday. You’re my best friend. But I… don’t adore you… this way.” You awkwardly smiled at him for a quick moment, trying to lighten the mood, but it obviously didn’t make a single muscle of his face move. “So… I really don’t want to be cruel to you and… lie to you and fool your feelings… After all, the best friendships are built upon honesty, right..?” You moved your other hand to place it on top of your intertwined hands and caressed his gloved fingers, trying your best to comfort him.

Shnday was speechless for a moment, staring at your eyes without blinking like he was trying to turn you into a stone statue, which made your heart ache in sorrow and guilt.

“T-Trust me when I say this, Sunday… There are many… hundreds… probably thousands of other women here that want to be your girlfriend. And… they’d probably be better girlfriends than me, anyway…” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to make yourself inferior to raise his confidence again.

“I don’t want other women! I… I want you..!” Sunday screamed with a shaky, cracky voice, eyes in the edge of tears. “Is there not even a chance..?” He abruptly spoke, holding your hand tighter.

“I… I don’t think so, Sunday…” You couldn’t deny his grip made you feel a little scared, but he was going through enough humiliation for you to add the fact that he was hurting you.

“N-Not even a-a slight chance..? Y-You looked so happy with me tonight, I—!” Sunday couldn’t even finish himself from the anxiety that was attacking him and his body, having to breathe in and out to cool off. “I would give this to you every day of your life, Y/N… And more.” He pulled his hand out of the sandwich of hands you two had built, using a bit of force to quickly shove the rose in your palm and close your fingers, making you hold his the physical version of his love confession standing straight.

“I…” You reflected a bit, imaging scenarios of you and Sunday kissing, going out on dates like this but with way more intimacy, love and trust, cuddling with each other, calling each other corny nicknames… but it didn’t work, no matter how much you wanted to tell him ‘Yes’ to not shatter his heart.

“Maybe..?” Sunday whispered with all his last topes, bringing that new hand sandwich to his chest and landing it where his heart was, his accelerated heartbeat pumping in your hand.

And you finally noticed a tear beautifully falling in the corner of his right eye, which you finally took as a sign to end the conversation before it got worse.

“… No.” You looked away from him once again, feeling horrible about being honest to him despite insisting in it, but it would’ve been worse if you said ‘yes’, wouldn’t it? “I’m really sorry, Sunday…” You couldn’t handle your guilt anymore and freed your hands from his knot, hugging his back the the most comfortably you could, the rose’s green structure slightly weakening in your hand.

Sunday’s head inevitably melted in your neck, breathing in your vanilla scent like it was oxygen. You could even feel his shaky lips sometimes touch you, desperately trying to hold back from kissing you. His hands also stopped hopelessly shaking with no support to hug you back with that same strength he was using to hold your hands just now, almost ripping your dress with his scratching and clawing.

And Sunday proceeded to quietly sob, wordlessly expressing his anguish and pain from being rejected… but finding comfort in that same person who hurt him. It was a but odd to you, but it was the bare minimum you could as the friend Sunday mostly spoiled—

“Go home.” Sunday’s voice suddenly changed to a serious tone, the command echoing over and over in your head until you realized just how helpleslly waeak your body was slowly becoming, unable to react or fight back, succumbing to whatever that weird feeling was. “Forget everything I’ve told you right now and replace this memory with me walking you home, and leaving you home-alone for the night after a nice talk.”

Y/N’s body was paralyzed as it processed the orders, staring at the sky with dead eyes like a mindless puppet. Even if I rose my head and made eye contact with her again, nothing in her inanimate expression changed. Is this how meaningless I still am to her? Where she doesn’t even try to fight back and remain conscious for me?

Wow.

Progress really is going to be slow, isn’t it?

I know exactly what Y/N is waiting for right now. She wants me to stop hugging her so she can walk away like I told her to. But I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to stop hugging her at all. She is so close to me. She feels and smells so warm and comfortable. And she was letting me hold her hands and back so easily... Letting me cry on her shoulder so welcomingly like a home does… My mouth was shaking in anguish and hunger to kiss it, to look up and kiss her, but I couldn’t. I decided not to. At least getting to feel the tip of my lips touching her skin felt good. But I’ll respect her boundaries just like I should always do and always did with her this whole time in the paradise. It’s a shame she’ll never know about this accomplishment of mine, though.

But I have to let her go if I want the script to keep working like I asked it to. I have to learn with this failure like I did with all the others and move on just like she will right now. I’ll go home and prepare a new date for next weekend, a better one, just to convince her to like me even more and more. So, ignoring all the cells in my body desperately and agonizingly screaming for me to keep our bodis touching each other like this, I eased my arms, giving her allowance to go. And she did. My right arm even lifted up instinctually, wanting to hold her and huge her again, but I managed to stop and force myself to watch her reject me, her figure fleeting and blurring away from my eyes more and more just like all the other times I had to do this.

My heart burns to watch her walking away like this.

It really does.

Once again, I have failed to achieve my only wish when I created this utopia… This Penacony… Her. The love of my life, Y/N Y/S, has once again slipped away from my hands and rejected my love for her. And once again I feel like throwing a tantrum because of it.

But I refused to let my instincts to win me and rose a hand to begin materializing the notepad that I use to document keep up with these… attempts along with its pen.

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Roses

Orchids

Restaurant + Penacony’s Bridge

Cinema + Penacony’s Bridge

Additional Notes: This was the first time Y/N ever felt comfortable to vent about her gratitude to me related to these dates, and she also hugged me, so I won’t delete all her memories of this whole night.

I closed the notebook, proceeding to stare at the floor with no purpose, only emptiness.

It was done.

There is nothing more I can do about her tonight, only look forward to the next ones.

Looks like I’m still cursed to fail every time. After all my hard work, all the sacrifices I’ve made to achieve this, all the love I’ve put into her, she hasn’t fallen in love with me.

Maybe the lack of honesty from my side affects us, but I can’t afford to have her knowing about the truth behind this paradise and me. It’d only make her hate me again, and I can’t afford to have a bitter relationship with her again. I want the both of us to be this close to each other again even if it’s at this cost.

I can’t tell her this is all a dream.

I can’t tell her about my identity as a semi-Aeon who is in charge of coding this entire planet and everyone’s script.

I can’t tell her about our real story.

I cant tell her about my manic love for her.

I can’t tell her about how I use my powers to manipulate how things between us happen sometimes.

But, most importantly, I can’t tell her about our real current relationship. The one outside this realm. The one I can’t change. A relationship that I’ve fully ruined on my own and miraculously restored with this dream. Still, it’s very clear that even this one is broken and unbalanced. But the difference is that now, as an Aeon, I can fix it.

With a simple command I rewrite past, present and future. With more complex commands, I rewrite one’s memories and actions.

So everytime something stains our relationship, I simply make it inexistent in her head, or even reset the day so I can try again. This way, our friendship never has obstacles for the possibility of evolving into something more serious, which is what I want with this.

For example:

On Attempt #4, I broke down right in front of her.

On Attempt #17, I made a critic about her lifestyle that she did not like at all and wanted to dump me for.

On Attempt #31, I slapped her face in anger when she rejected me after so much effor I put into the date.

On Attempt #59, a similar thing happened. I threatened her with my death if she didn’t date me and almost assaulted her.

But she doesn’t remember a single second of those days. I deleted them from her head or I altered them to something better. So, Y/N technically only fully remembers about 15 of these dates, 35 inclusing those who were altered.

It would be too embarrassing to live with her when she had those mistakes of mine in her mind, neither would my wish come true. I know it from experience.

“Sunday, no! Stop! Stop it right now! You’re hurting me!” She kept pushing me, and pushing me, and pushing me.

“Y/N, please! Listen to me! I promise you I’ll treat you well! I’ll treat you so well! It’ll be the best thing that ever happened to you! I’m your friend! Your best friend! Why wouldn’t you want us to be together?! After all I’ve done for you?! I just you want you to be happe with me!” And I kept touching her, and touching her, and touching her until she finally managed to escape from me.

She started to hate me after that forsaken day despite all the years of friendship we’d collected so far. She started to feel hatred, anger and disgust at my mere presence, avoiding looking or talking at me, even in situations where we were supposed to be interacting.

I was forced to move on from her, even if it pained my every cell doing so. Deep down, I was still obsessed about her, always keeping an eye on her to keep her safe and myself aware of every information about her life, but she wouldn’t let me any closer than that. At least I learned my lesson with that. I will never disrespect her boundaries like I did that day again. I’ll respect it just like I did today and all the other days because what good men do, that’s what the real Y/N wants. Those few exceptions are excludable and will be outlawed from her mind, meaning all she has a memory of is me being a gentleman to her, the gentleman I know I am.

That day was just a mere... stupid decision. I’m a good man. I’m a really good man. I’m a gentleman, a provider, a caretaker, a peacemaker and an semi-Aeon. This Y/N knows it. The real probably does too. Everyone I know does.

I just can’t waste the opportunity the Harmony gave to me. This utopia. When the dream finally became true, everyone’s backstory has its bad moments deleted and rewrittenwith good versions of them, and Y/N had the memories of that day altered too without my intervention. I didn’t expect it to be, but when she suddenly approached with that good-old bright smile of hers, something awakened in me. That was my second chance. My infinite second chance. To her, I never attacked her, I never acted pathetic to her, I never stopped being her friend, and I won’t let her go now. And it’s fair because I didn’t personally cause her to lose the memories of that day. This was just the result of a mission unrelated to her, the mission of turning Penacony into a paradise. So, I’m a good, honest man.

I can’t even believe I almost lost to those unrealistically optimistic Trailblazers, that snobby gambler, that disgusting Masked Fool and that wretched dog who dared touching my sister. How was I almost convinced by their useles, meaningless, fake speeches about me being a manipulative man? A dictator? A control freak? A maniac? When my intentions are so pure and considerate to every unfornate soul out there? Dictators don’t search for power for the good of everyone. They do it for their own good. I didn’t do that. I did this for the Family, the Harmony, Xipe...

And as expected, they’re all happy now. Alive, safe, well and living with everyone they love or once lost.

I sighed, annoyed by remembering the memories of the day of that fight between me and the Trailblazers, and turned around. Hopefully, the step I took tonight with my relationship with her will be bigger than I expected it to be.

As usual, every time I took my turn and walked away from her to conclude the night, the same question voiced itself in my mind.

“Why don’t you make her to fall in love with you already and stop torturing youself?”

And every time she rejects me, this will becomes stronger. But once again, I didn’t succumb to it, and rested my hope on ‘Plan A’, shaking my head to hopefully scare the thought away from my mind.

I don’t want a fake Y/N. I want her. I want her true feelings, her flesh, her blood, her heart and her mind. I want her to truthfully love me, feel things for me, be sad, sinful, lusty, naughty, happy and dirty with me. Forcing her to be my girlfriend would only go going against what she taught me that day. I shouldn’t let my powers blind me too much.

“There wouldn’t be real happiness in such a forced relationship like that.”

“Y/N would not be Y/N if you do that. It’d be Sunday’s version of Y/N.”

I counterattacked my own mind, forcing myself to be optimistic about this plan no matter how crushed my heart is.

I sighed, knowing the mental discussion would begin once again until I was finally home, sobbed and lamented myself to sleep and woke up to another day of nothing but hoping I can make my dream come true like everybody else’s dream did. To make Y/N fall in love with me.

“How do you know Y/N wouldn’t be herself under a spell? You don’t know how Y/N is as a girlfriend.”

“Is Y/N even worth all of this?”

“Do you think she’d be happy to learn the truth, Sunday?”

I really disliked these discussions I have with myself. It feels like I am talking to that Wonweek all over again.

I am being honest at this moment by denying these thoughts, aren’t I? I don’t even dare trying to change her past with me, not even my biggest mistake with her. I allow her to hate me and force me to watch her from afar forever in the real Penacony. So what if I deleted a few memories from her to make sure nothing goes wrong in our relationship? I am doing it for the good. For the good of the both of us. I am Y/N’s perfect match. If I make her my girlfriend or his wife, I doubt the real Y/N wouldn’t reconsider her feelings for me because I know I can treat her well. I know I’m the best man she could ever find. I can treat her like a queen or a whole new Aron. All I need is her permission to do so.

How could I live in that imperfect world until my last breath knowing her, out of all people in this world, hate me? Who even am I without Y/N? Without her counseling? I can’t live like that at all. Not when I have the second chance right in the palm of my hands.

And this stupid walk isn’t helping me calm down at all.

I should just teleport home already.

…

Here I am. At home.

Can I even call this place a ‘home’?

Such uncannily clean white walls, perfectly-placed furniture, every utensil set clean and ready on its place to be used and immediately put back to their place using my technological powers. It perfectly matched the mood of the utopia I created, yet I couldn’t feel a single emotion of satisfaction walking around it.

“Welcome home, my love.” It spoke.

I looked behind my shoulder as soon as the voice ringed, a wing of mine twitching in recognition, meeting exactly what I expected to meet.

You.

No, I shouldn’t call it that.

It’s a manifestation of you.

Because in the end, Xipe also promised me a happy, comfortable life in the dream, meaning my dream would be accomplished in this place too. But since my dreams overlap with hers, and the dream can’t afford to have to sacrifice her dreams to make her fall in love with me, the coding keeps trying push this alternative to me. A clone of you.

So it’s her, in a certain way. Wearing my favorite kind of makeup and casual clothes, like the housewife it acted as, working in the house all day for me no matter how much I try to stop it. Her curves and face were distinctively finer than the real one’s, reflecting my own beauty standards when it came to women. I hate staring at it and it knows it. That thing feels like a demon trying to bother my peace, seduce me, and then torture me with the disgusting truth about myself.

Because it know just had bad I desire you. I am disgustingly attracted to her in all ways possible and the clone knows it. It doesn’t stand like that with its hands behind his back out of submission for me or innocence. It wants to show off those fake, hypnotic curves. It wants me to walk to it, reach it, and savor what Xipe offers me. It is a bit blasphemous for me to reject their gift, but they must understand my point of view about this. I have godlike powers too. I’m no longer a simple gentleman. I am escalating in the power hierarchy more and more.

I’ll deny it, and I’ll fight it back. That’s why it keeps standing in corners. It knows what will happen if it keeps pushing itself against me. It’ll be destroyed by his hands, no matter if it can reincarnate or if it’s belly is entirely empty aside from its uterus.

Do you understand what it costs me to keep my hands off that clone? Avoiding using its body to relieve his own desires and stress? Avoiding filling up that womb of yours with myself so I could realize my dream of having a family with you? All it does is tease me and make him crave even more for you. But I keep shutting it down every time because I am conservative in all means. I don’t care if it increases the size of its curves and makes itself warmer, wetter an tighter for every ‘No’ I say. I won’t dare to spoil or pleasure himself with anything that isn’t you or his own hands. I do not want any inspiration for my imagination of you. I want you to fill up complete that jigsaw puzzle in my head yourself.

I want to reserve all that energy for the day the two of us finally kiss, become a couple, go to either your or his home, throw each other in the bed, knot your limbs around each other, rip away your clothes, cover ourselves with the blanket, trust each other to open our bodies and make love all night to each other.

I have a fantasy for dirtiness that I usually hate to admit. But it’s one of my disgusting truths. I want to feel sinful, dirty, naughty and ashamed with you. I wants to be degraded for my disgusting behavior towards you, and I want it be done by your and only your hands.

I quietly walked to my room and ran a finger on the sheets of my bed as I thought about the clone standing in the corner. The bed was soft, fluffy and the sheets were perfectly straightened and balanced in every corner so I could sleep well every night, yet I still feared sleep. It was simply hard to do so when I have so many responsibilities regarding this realm and you.

The things I’d do to have her here by my side, caressing and hugging me, telling me everything will be okay, were unimaginable, especially when I have a “perfect” version of you right there who’d be willing to satisfy all my wishes whenever I want.

…

No.

I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t do anything with it, actually. This clone’s temptation is really something else, isn’t it? I keep rethinking about it over and over again. To even make me dare to think about breaking my secret promise to you with a clone…

“If you imagine the Y/N that you desire, that wouldn’t be ruining your actual experience with her unless she is naturally how you desire h—”

I shook his head side-to-side, trying to dissipate his thoughts away.

I will not think about Y/N and the clone like that and I will force myself to accept that thing’s existence in the corner of his room just like I always did.

So I walked away from the bed and went to my desk instead, sitting down on its fancy chair and summoning that same notebook again. I should distract and exhaust myself developing new date ideas that met or exceeded the quality of this one tonight until I felt like sleeping. In the end, despite my negative assumptions, I just reached a new level of dedication and it was far from being the most effort I could do for you. After all, I can do whatever I want in there.

So I started writing.

Maybe it’d be a nice idea to go to either your or my home for a while after a date, or spend some time together going on a trip together maybe with another companion like Robin if she wants it. I should bring you more meaningful gifts instead of giving you bigger gifts. Maybe you’re a fan of simple things and not big bouquets and shiny jewelry and I’ve been just missing that all along. I should maybe even try to wear a different style, either in his clothes, his hair or both. I could change my entire body for you, although that’d truly hurt my pride of myself a bit. But I’d do it if it’d keep her with me.

You have no idea how mad I can be writing all these suggestions. How many scribbled texts there are across these pages with the most insane, evil, cruel and ridiculous ideas I have for you.

And this stupid clone annoys me. Its gentle, hypnotic stare was almost distracting me from what should be my main priority. And, in fact, it started walking. It was walking towards me very slowly, aware of my defeat to its presence and prepare to breakdown and discount whatever bloodlust I have for it.

But, all it did when it was one step away to be crushed, was to stand by my side and quietly sit in the edge of the table. In that position, its knee-long skirt couldn’t hide most of it legs anymore, meanly revealing its crossed thighs to my hungry eyes. And it sold itself even more by slowly trying to pull the skirt upwards and reveal more of its skin.

Fucking Christ. It really fucking knows how to strike.

Inevitably, a wave of tension was sent to my pants, my organ protesting for freedom. The clone giggled while I opened a wing of mine to censor the view of it, desperately trying to force my eyes to focus on the paper. But at the same time I decided to slightly give up and start moving my free hand towards it, finally admitting a bit of my own desire for the clone. My hand landed on its soft thigh and I groaned at the touch. It felt perfectly good just like any other woman in a porno movie would. I wish I could see it, but I refuse to let that clone to ruin more of my dignity. The way my touch lingered in it was pathetic enough.

My thumb acted on its own and lingered and rubbed around its skin, my body slowly leaning down in acceptance and shame. My other hand trembled on its spot, unable to keep writing while half of my body was overwhelmed by the feeling of the clone’s soft thigh. In fact, the last line I’ve written was nothing but random lines that wanted to imitate cursive letters. It’s been haunting and distracting me all along.

“You’ve done a great job today, Sunny.” And it dated to talk to me again and make me moan when I least want to be acknowledged or acknowledge it in my own.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

I want to kill it. I want to see blood coming out of it. I hate how it dares to think it’s better than Y/N’s flesh with its plastic skin. I hate how it knows my weaknesses and abuses it. I hate how it’ll always linger with me as long as don’t have the real Y/N with me.

Buzz buzz

My hand immediately expelled itself from the clone in pure disgust as soon as I felt my phone buzz in my pants’ pockets, feeling as if I’d almost been caught.

My wings spread open, body leaning upward and fixing itself from its previous position. I quickly shoved my hand in my pocket and pulled my phone out of it.

It was Y/N.

Thank you so much for dropping me off, Sunday!

It was a really fun night!

I’m still mesmerized by the view we had of the sea and sky…

Hopefully the dinner didn’t cost you much either

My left wing twitched in appreciation of her words a bit proud of myself, something I’d typically control in public.

I looked around, wanting to make sure I hadn’t been caught at all, and I wasn’t, of course. The clone had actually disappeared from my table at Y/N’s apparition.

I smiled at my screen, quickly unlocking my phone and opening my messages with her.

Please,

Don’t worry about that.

I’m equally glad you liked the date.

Stoppppppp!!!!!!!

You’re too kind!!!!!!!

Its okay, Y/N

I promise

In fact,

I was thinking about taking you to the movies next Saturday.

They’re screening a beautiful romance movie

You’re kidding me?

You won’t ever let me rest, will you?

Sure I’ll take it

I’ll just have to check if I’m free

Of course.

I’ll look for the next available time if you can’t come.

Can you stop spoiling me for one second!!!!!!

Haha

Sure

I’ll stop for now

But I’ll do anything for you, Y/N ❤️

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midasriku · 14 hours ago

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THE PROPOSAL ᯓ★ (PREVIEW!)

An exclusive first look into the first instalment in the ‘love from the 2000s’ series, coming to a screen near you! stay tuned!

PAIRING • assistant!haechan x boss!reader

SYNOPSIS • When you, a high-powered book editor, face deportation, you somehow convince your mildly annoying and very much attractive assistant Haechan to marry you in a fake green card marriage. To prove the relationship is real, you both go the mile. The two of you visit his family in Jeju, where unexpected complications, pestering relatives, old secrets and real feelings arise. Will you both make it out with a legal marriage? Or will you have to kiss your sweet life, and everyone in it, goodbye? Stay tuned to find out!

The trip to the district office after work to sort out your affairs went a lot worse than you had initially predicted. After cutting the line (which Haechan gave you an earful for, though you know he cuts the line when getting your lattes every morning), you were then escorted into a district officer’s private room, where he proceeded to question you about your legitimate relationship. He was certain you were lying and tried coaxing Haechan to tell him the truth, judging from his blank expression and constant fidgeting he did the entire time you both were in there.

Questions upon questions were asked. And you, being as calm and collected as you could be, answered each one with a lie so precise, it had Haechan wondering if you were a conwoman in your past life.

The district officer turned to your assistant, noticing him adjusting his tie every five minutes since entering the room, and told him to be truthful. Never mind that his boss could potentially be deported in doing so, he never liked you anyway. He never liked the way you told him to dress better the first time you met him. He never liked the way you’d give him all the carrots off your plate, despite him hating carrots as well. He never liked the way you’d fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides, causing his shoulder to get stiff because he couldn’t move. Or didn’t have the heart to, never knowing why.

“The truth is, Officer,” Haechan started in a timid and gentle voice. He looked like he was about to cry, or maybe blow up. You couldn’t tell. “The truth is…”

You started getting nervous. Sure, you thought Haechan was going to listen to you. But you also had a part of you, the part that still had reason, that worried he would come to realise the gravity of the situation and throw you under the bus. You looked at him, a slightly pleading look evident on your features.

He felt your gaze and turned to look at you. He noticed the little scar on your left eye when the two of you got in a minor car accident a year ago. Suddenly, he felt his matching one on the right grow warm.

“The truth is we’re just two people who weren’t supposed to fall in love. But we did,” he said. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped you, and you went back to a neutral expression. He had used the line you fed your bosses earlier today, which made you smile. A genuine one you hid behind your hand, feigning a yawn.

The district officer didn’t look at all convinced, but nodded along anyway. “I assume your families know about this?” he asked.

You started shaking your head. “No, my parents are dead,” you laughed dryly. “His, however, are not,” you pointed to Haechan, and he nodded. “Oh yeah, they are very much alive. Actually, we were gonna tell them over the weekend,” he said. You recall him telling you earlier this morning about his grandmother’s 90th birthday celebration.

“Yes, it’s Granny’s 90th birthday. The whole shindig. It’ll be great,” you tried adding on, making it as believable as possible. The officer squinted his eyes and leaned forward in question.

“And where exactly does Granny live?” he asked you. You blundered, not knowing at all where Haechan’s family lived. “They, um,” you faced your assistant, who was holding in a laugh beside you. “They…live,” you threw your hands up in a huff and gestured to the man beside you. “Why am I doing all the talking? This is your family, baby, why don’t you tell him?”

The pet name that left your mouth had to have been in the top ten most outrageous things you’ve said. And you’ve said a lot of outrageous things in the three years that he’s known you. Haechan blinked at you with pink lips tied with a smile.

“Jeju,” he said, not looking away from you.

It was like the air in your lungs was punched out with a single word. Jeju? In all your time living in Seoul, you had never been to Jeju. Had Haechan mentioned he was from there?

He turned back to the officer in front of him, grinning with a Cheshire-cat-like smile.

“We’re going to Jeju,”

a/n: WE ARE LOCKED TF IN RIGHT NOW BESTIES

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personthingsblog · 21 hours ago

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Ok,this is going to be like really random

Ok so like one day Raf, was helping bee with something and out of nowhere like Raf asked bee ‘’Where do Cybertronian babies come from?” And the entire base froze.Arcee choked on energon. Ratchet dropped his datapad, shattering it for the third time that week. Bumblebee made a series of panicked beeps that translated loosely to, OH PRIMUS WHY. Wheeljack choked on nothing at all, which was somehow more dramatic. Bulkhead walked straight into a wall and Smokescreen, who was trying to appear mature and responsible for once, turned so red in the faceplates it looked like he was overheating. “WHAT!?”

And Optimus... blinked.

And miko was like ‘’I knew this day would come , DIDN’T THINK he ACTUALLY ASK IT OUT LOUD,‘’ while grinning ear to ear like this was the best day of her life. And jack was like:👁️👄👁️ ,while slowly backing away. And Raf immediately regretting asking that question

And ratchet pulled out a slideshow(don’t ask where that came from) about that question

The first slide featured glowing images of the AllSpark, the Well of All Sparks, and what looked suspiciously like a baby-shaped protoform.

Miko was writing furiously from a notebook she pulled out of thin air

Jack looked one PowerPoint away from jumping off a cliff.

And Raf was just trying to process it

“So basically,” Miko said, looking up, “you guys were just… spawned like DLC characters?”(bless miko) “No,” Ratchet growled. “We were not downloaded. There was a process. There were forges! And mentors! And cold, metal screaming!” “That sounds worse,” Raf muttered. Wheeljack nodded solemnly. “It was.” “And you all just come out fully built?” Jack asked. “No,” Bumblebee beeped. “We start as blank protoforms. Basic frame, minimal coding. It’s like being a baby but worse because everyone’s trying to shoot you.” “Wow,” Miko said. “So you’re telling me you were basically… robot toddlers with knives?” Everyone stared at her.

Then Smokescreen said, “Yeah, we are murderous babies”(ratchet threw a wrench at him)

An hour into the ‘educational’ talk, the room had descended into chaos. Ratchet was arguing with Wheeljack about how ‘spark chemistry’ was completely theoretical and ‘totally not romantic at all!’ Smokescreen was drawing diagrams. Bad ones. Arcee was threatening to stab someone if the word ‘merge’ was used one more time.Bulkhead had gone completely silent, hugging his knees in the corner.

“So wait,” Miko interrupted, looking very disturbed, “there’s like... no mommies or daddies?” “No,” Optimus said firmly. “Then how do you guys know who’s related to who?” Raf asked. “We… don’t. Not in the way you do,” Optimus admitted. “The concept of family is more… metaphorical.” “So basically,” Jack said slowly, “you were all made in a glowy magical pit, raised by your society, don’t have genders, don’t reproduce, and don’t date.”

“Correct.”

Miko threw her notebook on the floor. “This is BULLCRAP. I CAME HERE FOR ANSWERS, NOT EXISTENTIAL NIGHTMARES.” “I told you!” Jack yelled. “I told you we didn’t want to know!” “I THOUGHT THEY HAD A SECRET BABY FACTORY!” “We DO!” shouted Ratchet. “It’s called a forge! AND IT’S NOT CUTE!”

(The Aftermath of Regret)

Several hours later, the kids sat in absolute silence on the couch in the base lounge. No one spoke. No one moved. Jack’s eye twitched. Raf was cradling a blanket like it was the only thing keeping him from falling into madness. Miko was staring blankly into the middle distance, muttering things like “spark code synchronization” under her breath. Behind them, the bots were screaming at each other. “You showed them the diagnostic flowchart of a spark chamber!” Arcee yelled. “They asked!” Ratchet shouted. “I WAS TRYING TO BE HONEST!” And bee was burning the slideshow

(Pls don’t mind if this doesn’t make sense,I just write this cause there was like a werid question stuck in my head)

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #why #dont ask #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp jack #autobots #ratchet #optimus prime #tfp arcee #tfp wheeljack #tfp bulkhead #tfp bee #tfp smokescreen

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raphalalaphyhamato · 10 hours ago

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brophael. This is a very important question that you need to think about before answering.

How many pennies stacked on top of eachother lengthwise does it take to reach the ceiling of the lair.

Okay so, Mikes, Leon and me stacked some pennies cause I couldn't stop thinking about this ask-

We uh.

Had to stop cause uh. We ran out of pennies. BUT WE GOT TO MIKEY'S HEIGHT AT LEAST-

So I asked Donnie and I'll just- paste what she told me

"Right, so the lair is about 43 feet tall (4 floors and all that), which is 516 inches.

A penny is 0.0598 inches deep. So that means it would take 8629 pennies to reach the top of the lair.

Thats 86.29$ by the way. In... pennies....."

THANKS DON, I CAN FINALLY BE FREE...

#I very. very heavily contemplated going to like- a bank or something to get all their pennies #But I think the cashier would have probably arrested me on the spot for like. making them do pennie counting #And I know better then to ask for Mrs. PorkeyCoin....#raphs advice

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ilovecatfr · 5 hours ago

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answering all questions from my inbox

SHIFTING & LOA

I'm gonna shorten some very long questions. Those have been collected dust for a long time so sorry for the wait. And sorry if sound mean in some of them, I was trying to be direct.

Question=purple

Answer=black

Twin, is there some mental work could do, cuz I Iwk feel like I can't manifest anything💔

Depends what your "blockages" are, even tho I don't really believe in them there's definitely stuff that can make it feel harder to do. Best advice is to sit down and write out your beliefs (how manifesting works, etc.), what you’re doing (are you always changing it up or doing the same "methods"?), what your problem is, and what you could be doing differently to change your mindset. You are the biggest answer to all your questions, so just sit with yourself a bit and figure it out, twin

From: @daffodilshifts

I saw sm videos and posts sying that shifting needs a state which u get when u sleep 5 hours or smth.. is it right ?

No, don't believe stuff that say you HAVE to do something for certain amounts of time for it to work, because what you are doing is affirming it. You can do anything in a second and even less.

this is controversial but i really believe some people on here don't actually want to shift. like they do, of course, and spend their whole time scripting and posting about their s/o's and whatnot (which is totally cool! i do that too) but they kind of treat it as a fanfiction that is not achievable. ugh i hate to say it but i really think some people should just get off all these platforms and actually focus on their shifting journey instead of crying that they never shift.... like have u considered... maybe.... maybe... you complaining all the time about not shifting could... maybe... play a role in you not shifting??

I think a lot of shifters want to shift but don’t identify with their DRs, like they aren’t emotionally connected to them (which isn’t a problem in itself—you don’t need to be connected to your DR to shift), but the desire to actually be there may not be as strong. So a lot of shifters may not actually want to shift to a DR but see it either as an escape from reality or a fun little thing. But I do think the majority of shifters do want to shift. Also, my biggest problem with shifting at one point was being on social medie too much and in general shifting spaces, so it might help some people to take a break.

How much of a time difference between cr and dr is possible? And I remember hearing back in the day having too much of a time difference could cause a problem when you shift back.

Any difference you want, absolutely no limits. And it wouldn't cause any physical problems, for some people it mentally too much. Know your limit and you'll be fine.

hii!! I'm not sure if anyone has asked this before, but I really reaaally need your help: (I think the fear of not returning to the exact same reality is what anchors me to this reality and stops me from fully shifting. So, my question is, if I shift and then come back, is it really the exact same reality I left, or just a very similar version of it?

The thing is, it depends on your beliefs. If you believe in the multiverse, you’re constantly shifting through similar versions of realities. But if you believe in the law of assumption, you can definitely shift back to the same reality you "left." Either way, there’s no need to fear it.

How to shift reality instantly?

law of assumption, just assume you did.

wait omg u shifted here? this is so cool!! would you like to share about it, only if you're comfortable w it ofc.

My family was just worse in the other reality, lol. Also, random details: climate change was better in my "original" reality, and some stuff in my room changed.

I tried so hard to shift - by not really trying at all. But nothings working. I'm trying to stay positive, because not believing in myself will only further affect my chances. But I don't know what to do.

I think everyone reaches a stage in their journey if they don’t shift after a while, and that state is confusion. What do I do now after trying so many things and none of them working? Now, I don’t know any of you personally, and I could never tell you exactly what to change to make it work. But focus on yourself, not just your shifting journey, but yourself. Build trust and start learning what helps, what doesn’t, and what you struggle with in general that could be sneaking into your shifting journey. Is it your schedule? Your family? Your emotions? Your routine? I don’t know, but I’m sure you can figure it out and find the answers you need to make it work. (Also, you are never increasing or reducing your chances to shift—they always stay the same no matter what.)

I have a question, how do you I fall asleep and stay focused on ur dr at the same time?, like, every time I'm starting doing my method I can't focus about it, I get so sleepy I forgot about shifting and I fall asleep and then I wake up I realize I'm in my cr. I don't know what to do I even say "if I fall asleep I will wake up on my dr" multiple times but then I doesn't happen.

So, problems with focus? It might help during the day or maybe an hour or so before going to sleep to affirm stuff like, "No matter if I’m focused on my DR or not while falling asleep, I’m waking up there." And if affirmations don’t seem to work for you, then start imagining—visualize waking up in your DR, what your schedule is like, what you’re doing that day, who you’re seeing, etc. That may help. <3

If shifting is as easy as I make it, how do I make it easier? I'm not great with affirmations, and have a bad track record with LOA type shit.

By simply believing so. And I know LOA isn’t your thing, but listen, mann. Shifting was never hard until you made it so. This reality makes it seem so by making us believe there’s nothing more. Start normalizing shifting—the more normal it is for you, the easier it may be.

I read a post of yours where you say you can enter the void by "contemplating the darkness with your eyes closed." I've tried it, and I don't know if it sounds weird, but my breathing is causing me to lose focus. So, I don't know what to do to just stay focused in the darkness and not have the outside world attract my attention.

If the noise of your breathing is genuinely causing distraction, you could use some background noise because you can’t stop breathing, pooks. What I meant by it is focusing on or staring at the darkness behind your closed eyes, by doing so, letting yourself wander until you’re in the void. (I believe this is about one of my void posts, not sure.) You don’t need to hyperfocus on the darkness, but it helps you zoom out and zoom in on your thoughts.

how can i manifest my dream body overnight?

Like you would anything else, no difference. My go-to is, "I have this," "This will happen," and I just assume it & affirm it once and go about my day.

hi so i'm a baby shifter and i have this crush at school in my cr and I truly know not that much about him i only know some stuff about him and i have heard things abt him. so in my script can I script he already acts the way he does in my CR so when I shift will he act the way he already does (if this does not make sense I am so sorry I wrote this half asleep💔)

Very cute, first of all—good tea. And yes, he will act the same way he does here, but obviously, he’ll have a lot of personality traits you don’t know of here, so yeah… be mindful, pooks.

Hiiiiiiii!!! just wanted to ask about ur experience with ur memories when you shift, like after you shift to ur desired reality, at first do you keep remembering things from your previous reality or does it take a while to remember memories from that desired reality? I'm kinda scared that when I shift for the first time I might not remember stuff and I don't want it to be awkward Imao.

Everything won’t come flying at you and hit you like a brick wall the moment you shift (because why would that even happen to your DR self unless you scripted it?), but it will be very normal and not awkward. Imagine you’re speaking with your friend and they say, "Remember that thing we did yesterday?" You weren’t thinking about it—you just shifted this morning—but your brain will recall that memory just normally, like it would in this reality.

can we shift to a fictional dr (ex, stranger things) for a however long and script waking up in a better cr or a parallel reality where everything is the same but one thing is different? I was wondering if you or anyone has done this before?

Yes, yes, yes, absolutely. There’s never a "no" in shifting, basically, in terms of what you can do.

What if there's deadline for some of us? Like a really crazy one, and it gets to a point where you can't even think properly because you're way too desperate to shift? What to do in THAT kind of situation?

There’s never a definitive time where it’s the end line, there will never be a time like that. Shifting is infinite, and so are you. But can it get to a point where you emotionally feel so desperate and tired? Yes. And that still doesn’t set a line for when it’s over, that’s just a call for a break, a much-needed one if you’re feeling like that. The best thing would be to accommodate yourself with time & space, with things that genuinely help you feel better and are better for your mental health here, not even related to shifting. It’s important to take care of yourself.

Hey i have schizophrenia and struggle with identifying whats real or not, should i continue to try and shift? It just feels like my parents arnt my real parents ya know, so i am holding out hope to find another real person and not just a shell:] thanks!!

Also you said you've only been in this reality for a year right? How does that work/gen

So, I’m going to answer the easier question first, lmao. I have not expressed myself right, it’s been a year since I shifted here, but I’ve always existed in this reality. So, I’m going to assume my shifting journey and yours may be very different because of schizophrenia, and I’m going to try to give my best advice. Shifting is a personal experience, so personal accommodations are a thing, of course. I’m never going to discourage anyone from shifting, but I would say if things start to feel unstable or bad, that would be your sign to take a break. I can’t express it enough, attend to your mental needs here. Extra thing: you are not a shell. I hope you explore shifting and balance it with taking care of yourself as well. Much love, xxx.

Hi love I was meaning to ask something not shifting related but kinda? So, basically I've been using the loa to revise and therefore change my life. I was wondering if I was going in the right direction doing it, it's a very wide question I know but that's all I care about, really.

It’s your choice at the end of the day. I encourage change if it’s good. There’s no wrong in wanting something different. :)

Hey I recently heard of astral projection and I also heard it is kind of concerning and dangerous. Now I'm kind of scared that I astral project while trying to shift. I heard it happened to someone cause ur also being very aware of ur surroundings... I have intrusive thoughts abt this sm that when I try to shift i keep thinking about it and try to astral projection even if I don't want to:(that makes shifting more scary for me.)

Shifting and astral projection are based on your assumptions. You won’t astral project during shifting since those are two different things. But my opinion is that astral projection isn’t as dangerous as people make it out to be. It depends on your beliefs, but you are a soul with free will, if you assume that you are protected and safe spiritually, then you are. I promise you, there’s no need to fear those things. Some people astral project on accident, but with a single thought, you can just get back in your body. You’re never stuck anywhere. :)

What if I’M the brain and the BODY is the consciousness…?

So?.. Your consciousness is not your brain or your body, it’s nothing physical, actually. Consciousness goes beyond the physical body and mind.

hey, will i still shift if while im attempting my thoughts keep wondering to my cr? Like i will finish my method and all i need to do now is go to sleep but the way i do that is let my train of thoughts flow and somehow even after mh method my thoughts will always lead to my cr.

Your thoughts don’t ruin your shifting attempts, they don’t matter at all unless you make them matter. It’s fine if your thoughts circle back to your CR; you’re not attached to them, so just let them be and sleep. You are what makes yourself shift, and your thoughts can’t stop that. You can absolutely still shift even if you’re distracted by thoughts of your CR.

Heyy I've been tryna shift js can u gimme some uk motivation like "how great its be to in my in better cr" like that stuff...bcs I dont have anyone here that understands the concept (they might think I'm crazy shi)can u?only if u are comfortable with that(ps some tips too)tough times actually...and I found ur blog like an hour ago and I'm obsessed gurlIIIl love uhhh

Thank you, but I think I understand, so I’mma just start yapping: How great is it to be in my better CR and actually have money? How good is it to be in your better CR where you can have everything you want and not even the sky is the limit? How good is it to be in your better CR and finally be a baddie, at peace? How good is it to be in your better CR and have everything you scripted right in front of you?

what was ur og reality like?

Depressing

i would love any advise on how to perm shift to a better cr!

Like you would to any different reality, no matter the timeline or the amount of time you’re staying. It’s no different.

i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with this- but i really miss my brother who died* this january. is there any way i can meet him i want him back...

You’re not making anyone uncomfortable, pooks. But yes, you can definitely meet him again. Shifting to a reality where he didn’t pass away would be my go-to. :) I’ve also seen people manifest their loved ones back into their life with the law of assumption, so if you search for LOA success stories on here, I’m sure you’ll find some. <3

1. How long was your longest shifting?

2. Can I shift with timing 1 hour in current reality = 1 year in desired reality? Will it work? Will I really be there for a year?

3. Is it possible to stay in the desired reality forever?

Well, this reality, but I feel like that’s boring. My longest shift was to my HP DR, and I was there for a couple of hours (shifted at night and shifted back before classes started). Second and third question: yes to both.

You said we can enter void state by putting our mind out off 3D, what does "3d" rlly mean here? The physical reality as in my body? I can still daydream about my stuff in my past and talk with myself ryt?

3D means three-dimensional, so the physical world and everything observed in it. Basically, the reality around you. And yes, you can still daydream and talk about anything.

Hello! I wanted to get advice about not being so sensitive about anti-shifters and things like that, it's like I see one comment or video and I immediately start doubting I'm not sure why I do that but I'd appreciate any advice thanks in advance

To reassure you, shifting is real, I’ve done it, and so many other people have, too. It’s important to remember that this community wouldn’t last as long and as strong as it has if shifting wasn’t real. A lot of anti-shifters seem weirdly obsessed with either proving shifting wrong or making fun of it. Remember, if those people are doing that, they probably have nothing better to do and are bored. You, however, can literally shift realities and experience everything you want, so don’t reject that simply because some people say it’s not real.

how do i know when to open my eyes when i shift?

So, you just… know? Idk how to explain, but maybe go with either scripting that you’ll smell something specific when you shift or that your eyes will just open by themselves once you’re in your DR.

Why is it considered to be quick and easy to shift from your dr back to your cr but it is hard or more slower to shift from cr to your dr? Even after you have experienced shifting etc.

Wrong assumptions based on misinformation could be an answer idk

hey! idk if this is a dumb question, but when you're deciding to shift to a different reality based on a show you like, how do you deal with wanting to be in a relationship with a person who has an [implied] cannon relationship with someone else in the show? i know all realities are infinite and i can shift to a reality where mine and my s/os relationship is cannon, but it still feels weird.

Soooo, I hated this when I first fell hard for my s/o. My best advice? Block them. ABUSE that block button. And if your s/o is from a show or something where you have to see them, just start watching it as if it’s your DR. Like, "omg my s/o and [person] have such a sibling bond." Be evil about it and fight the demons, idk what to tell you. It’s rough out here.

How to intimidate men?

Hm? Like in a loa type shit or? Not gonna lie this one has been sitting in my inbox for a while, still not sure how to answer it. But if you are reading this and found out drop a update. I support this wholeheartedly so would love to it hear it

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queen-of-gotham · 2 days ago

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☀️ 🚊 Summertime and Subway Trains 🚊 ☀️

(Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader)

Word count: 1,862

Synopsis: Kyle doesn’t know celebrity pop culture, but he certainly wants to know you.

Notes from the batcave: if there’s enough interest I might make a part two to this, idk. Yall tell me what you want 🫡

Kyle’s almost positive that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on, his fingers itching to sketch out the curve of your lips when you silently giggle at whatever you just read or saw on your phone.

The sundress you’re wearing perfectly compliments your body without showing off too much, hair pulled back into a sophisticated ponytail to keep it off your neck, a string of pearls laying against your collarbone. You have a cardigan folded nicely in your lap with your purse atop of it, though he isn’t sure why unless maybe the office you work in gets cold or something. It’s the middle of summer in New York and sweltering. You look too rich, too sophisticated, to be on this subway right now across from him.

He takes note of the way that your legs are crossed, not at the knee like most women, but at the ankle, slightly off the side like some kind of royalty. Your toes are perfectly polished, black, which he finds interesting given then rest of your fancy girl aesthetic. His eyes wander back to your hands, and to no surprise your finger nails match, long and solid black, pointed like cat claws. The watch on your wrist looks expensive too, though he’s not an expert on that sort of thing.

He unzips the backpack tucked under his legs, and pulls out his sketch book and a graphite pencil, shifting through pages to find a blank one, before glancing up and making eye contact with you, feeling his cheeks flush, clearing his throat before pulling out his own phone so that it didn’t look like he had planned on drawing you, even though he did, but you didn’t need to know that!

He scrolls for a few moments, finding something he could glance at occasionally, other than you. Kyle tells himself it’s so to not seem so suspicious, glancing up to peek at you once more, after he feels like the blush has faded a bit from his cheeks. You’re talking with some guy who must have sat down beside you while he was scrolling, and he takes the opportunity to observe your body language as he starts his sketch.

You’re speaking to the man politely, your grip a bit tighter on your purse, hands over the opening holding it closed as you nod along to how this guy tells you about his job.

Kyle thinks thats odd, that some guy would come up to you and start rambling about how much money he makes on wall-street as a hedge fund manager… that��s dumb, to be talking so loudly about that. Kyle takes a mental note about how this guy is going to get himself robbed on this subway and it’s not like Kyle can just become the green lantern in the middle of a crowded car like this.

Frankly though, you like disingenuous in the way you smile and nod, but then the man asks for a selfie with you and you agree, posing like it’s your job, holding up a silly little peace sign like that a normal thing to be asked by a complete stranger. As Kyle glances around the subway car though, he notices there’s whispers and points and suddenly he feels like he’s missing something about you, has this been happening the entire time? Was he just too caught up in how beautiful you were to identify the quiet commotion your presence was causing?

He continues to sketch you though, but really what does him in however, is when a little girl from beside him walks over to you, and you take the interaction so much differently than you had with the guy.

“Are you Y/N Wayne?” Your smile is warm and your voice a bit softer as you ask permission to hold the little girl, who gladly climbs into your lap as you chat with her, your purse and cardigan sat to the side now. You’re so locked in to the conversation, listening to the little girl as she rambles, answering her questions, and for every compliment she gives, you deal two back to her.

Y/N Wayne, huh?

That sounds familiar, like he should know. But celebrity pop culture has also never really been his thing.

So logically, he googles you to quell the curiosity welling inside him.

Y/N Wayne

Billionaire Heiress?

No wonder you looked so rich, you were!

You were the 23 year old daughter to Bruce Wayne, there was a list of your siblings, and

There’s a list of tv shows and movies you’ve appeared in. You held the title for Miss. New Jersey a couple years ago, and seemed to be quite the social activist for orphans and underprivileged children.

No spouse and no kids mentioned, which was good for Kyle… not that he stood a chance on earth to impress you… the green lantern might, though. Huh, that could work. He puts that in his back pocket for later just in case.

He glances up once more as he watches you chat with the little girl a bit longer, his fingers quickly sketching out the essence of you until the next stop, where you gently set the girl down and thank her for talking to you before you get off the subway.

Kyle’s half tempted to follow you, to create some kind of weird meet-cute and hope he can charm you… but he quickly lets go of that pipe dream, recognizing it as just that.

What he doesn’t expect is to see you on the same subway train 6 times over the next two weeks. People in this city seem to give you some kind of peace, and you give the ones who do bother you a few moments of your time, unless they’re kids. You always give the kids as much time as they’d like.

One time a little boy sat next to you and you talked to him for the entire 45 minutes. He didn’t even know who you were, just that you looked like a princess and he takes karate so he could protect you, and then the little boy rambled about his favorite dinosaurs and how he saw a paddlefish at the aquarium, and Kyle admired you as you listened intently and gave him your full attention.

He’d read some Reddit thread about you after that incident. Some people swearing you’re a stuck up bitch, others relaying experiences about how sweet and kind you were, some mothers talking about your interactions with their children.

So once again he’s on the subway train, heading back to his temporary home from the company he’s currently contracted too when you walk onto the train car, sitting down across from him. He’s sketching in his book, glancing up at you and you’re once again entertaining some guy who sits down beside you.

Only this guy is making you uncomfortable, Kyle can see it in the way you pull away a bit, not even smiling at this guy as he leans in a little too close to your ear.

Kyle puts his sketch book in his backpack, pretty sure that he’s going to have intervene when the guy puts his hand on your thigh and you immediately grab his wrist.

“Look, I’m flattered, but I’m not interested-“ you start to say but he scoffs, not moving his hand off your thigh.

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that you’re a beautiful woman, you have it all. I’d make sure you’re *really* taken care of-“

Kyle can’t stand it, standing up and crossing the short aisle, a deep bravado in his voice “she said she isn’t interested. That’s a no, learn what consent is and leave her alone.”

You look up at this guy when he interrupts. You could handle the situation, you were more than capable, but the act of chivalry peeks her interest. You don’t see it often anymore.

“Hah? And who the hell are you? This is a conversation between me and her.” The jerk responds and your hero stares the guy down.

“A conversation she politely told you she wasn’t interested in, now get up and get lost.”

The jerk doesn’t seem to like the tall, dark, and handsome’s man’s response, scoffing. “On a crowded train? I ain’t standing.”

“Fine, take my seat and stop talking to her.” He responds, nodding over to his seat across the aisle. “You got multiple people on this train car recording this situation so unless you want to look like a jerk when this goes viral, quietly get up and stop talking to her.”

The jerk looks around and notices a few people with their phones out now, recording what’s going down and he puts his hands up in defeat, moving across the way and plopping down with a grumble in his new seat.

“You okay?” Your chivalrous hero asks, holding on to the handrail above, not looking to invade your space anymore than it already had been, and you nod.

“… yeah, I’m alright, thank you for that.” You say, looking up at him at with this soft look in your eyes, tender, almost the same way they look when you’re talking with children.

“It’s not a problem. Glad I could help.”

“You uh, you’re always sketching when I see you, what do you draw?” You ask, patting the spot next to you for him to sit.

And that’s how it all started, the situation evolving into some kind of summer romance that led him to laying poolside with you at your New York penthouse, and Kyle thinks he’s in heaven.

The scent of suntan lotion and your perfume lingers in the air, Gucci sunglasses over your eyes as you’re laid back in the chair, sunlight and the reflection of the water glistening over your gorgeous tanned skin, some white and gold bikini from Versace covering your intimate areas as you relax, you look so incredibly gorgeous doing absolutely nothing and Kyle’s still not exactly sure why you took a liking to him.

“You’re staring again.” You say boredly, turning your head slightly, peaking over your shades at him.

“Oh, uh, sorry. You just look like a goddess, can’t help it, beautiful.” Kyle responds, shifting to lean over and place a kiss on her cheek.

It’d only been a few weeks, spending time with you like this, in private, at your penthouse. He understands why, the little incident from the subway went so viral it made the news and the way you explained it, you two would know no peace if anyone saw you in public. For now, until you both can see where this thing is going, it’ll stay between you and him.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” You try out calling him baby the same way you’d try on clothes, and it makes Kyle’s heart flutter as he smiles, staying close to steal a kiss from those plush, glossy, lips of yours, a smile on his own.

He’s one lucky Man, and he recognizes that. These things keep falling in his lap, becoming the green lantern, getting this job in New York, and you… and as of now, you’re his favorite of those things.

This work is week 3 of my multi-fandom summer series:

☀️🌺 Summer Lovin’ 🌺☀️

🦇Return to the Batcave🦇

🪺 DC Comics Masterlist 🪺

#kyle rayner #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #green lantern #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #dc comics #dc characters #dcu #batsis!reader

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freesoul-07-blog · 3 days ago

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Hii can we get reading on how jks fs will cope up with the hate/ overwhelming reaction she will get after they are public. How will Jungkook react towards her at that time. And will she be successful after their reveal/marriage

I k that's alot of ques in one post so pls take ur time :)

Heyyy 💞🫶 I'm gonna answer two questions in this post:

1) How she will handle hate/ strong public reaction after their relationship is public?

2) Will she be successful after the reveal/marriage?

Right off the bat I am getting she's resilient. No matter what comes her way, she will survive cause she is a tough fcking b!tch. Maybe she has experienced handful of things before so, the public's reaction may not sway her that much. She would likely ignore them. Her personality is quite optimistic despite the circumstances. I am hearing God's fav child lol. & she knows it. Although initially, things will feel stagnant.

Maybe she will lose opportunities or rather the way she thought things will go ... be it public viewing her / passion projects, etc. Whatever it is, she will recieve an opposite outcome. That will have her taking a step back to reevaluate things. Where she wants to go from here, how she wants to clapback .. if at all ... overall, she will be quiet first. Taking it all in. I'm not seeing any frustration or losing my mind scenario. Instead, she will just observe the scene at first.

She is coming across a bit calculative. Definitely not the type to lash out or confront the heated pan. Instead she might analyse the pros and cons of the situations. Even try to understand why they are hating or giving such strong reaction. Is there anything useful in it for her? Maybe criticism that actually helps her be better? If so, she will self reflect and not partake in the drama. I am getting she might lose things. Maybe projects or deals. And that would stir the feeling of hopelessness. She may doubt herself. In extreme cases forget taking care of herself pushing her towards serious health conditions. I am sensing isolation to cope. But after a point, instead of giving her clarity, it will block her spiritual gifts. She might feel lost and unsure of where to go ... which may indulge her with shady opportunities/ people. For instance, she may think it's good, but it will be harmful for her. She will be so blindsided that she won't able to tell apart what's coming towards her is actually an ulterior motive. Scandals? Idk. Not getting a good energy.

I'll stop it here.

Coming to will she be successful after marriage? Intuitively, I had received, she will be. Her manifestation is no joke. Universe really wants to give her so much ... all she needs to do is ask. Believe in her ability to recieve. However, I am also getting, she will be at a point in her career where things are going against her. She might get stuck in legal battles or unfair systems, I am seeing Korean flag so it's got something to do with SK. Her success would be blocked in one or other way, which might had her accepting projects/ deals that would create more controversies??? Or maybe those sneaky things will create additional blockages. Take it how it resonates.

That being said, I told you she's resilient and unreasonably optimistic sometimes. (I am seeing hoshi in gose boss ep 😂) ... so despite not able to know what's happening, why it's happening, she will hit a jackpot and be very happy ultimately. Her energy is very balanced if you ask me. Yes, she has indicators to fall into deep dark hole but she is also this bowl of sunshine who bounces back no matter what.

#bts jungkook #tarot blog #bts tarot #jungkook tarot #future spouse #bangtan sonyeondan

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all-pacas · 2 days ago

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so i missed this post yesterday which means i need to yell about cameron for twice as long today to make up for the lack:

first, can we pour one out for dr. charles, the world's biggest fucking hypocrite? you talked already about how he and house are the same, and this is both their biggest difference and -- let's be real -- also another similarity: charles talks the talk and loves it, but does he walk the walk? house certainly doesn't think so. when we first see charles, he's going on about how he obviously has TB and it's no big deal and he's just playing along for the donors -- the moment he gets a diagnosis (the one he expected!), he's freaking out and having a moral conumption about it, how he needs to make a stand. is it sincere? was he actually taken aback? how much of him is facade and how much of him is performative? the episode never quite answers, but the question is very relevant.

but for me, this is the start of a series of episodes with the fascinating purpose of uncovering what makes cameron tick. she comes in hot, already clearly crushing on charles a little, and it makes complete sense: he is everything she believes she wants in a partner; he is house, but he is good. charles is forceful and stubborn and determined, he is confident to the point of arrogance, driven, intelligent, and heroic: he has dedicated his career to doing what is right and helping others. he's everything she saw in house, taken up to parody; he is everything she imagined house could be. and we see charles immediately notice this interest and actually pursue cameron, courting her pretty literally. cameron's dream guy, right?

except cameron loses interest pretty quickly. while she does briefly (when charles is looking like he's dying) entertain the idea of a date, she never quite seems to reciprocate once charles is actually interested in her. she cites ethics; she changes the subject. she goes to chase (the sounding board for her romantic feelings for the second time) to sort out her feelings, and when he asks her if she's interested she still can't answer. nor can she when house asks. she shrugs. she wavers. she never quite gives an answer. again, charles is on paper everything she wants in a guy. so why can't she sustain that interest for a week? chase suggests he's not house, but in this case, i don't think chase is correct.

there's something stacy will say to house in a few episodes that is very relevant to cameron. with house, stacy felt lonely; with mark, there is room for her. charles isn't suggesting a real romantic partnership, he is trying to absorb cameron: she can work for him in africa, she can join his life, his cause, give him her time and adulation and money. charles reveals himself to be a hypocrite, image focused and somewhat less than he presents himself. house, too, was less heroic than cameron wanted him to be; house, too, was the main character. how much of charles is sincere? how much does he want her, vs want to be adored? how similar to house is he actually? the more she gets to know him, the less interested she is.

and that raises an interesting question: on paper, charles is cameron's type, or what she thinks her type is. charles is a heroic version of house who is actually interested in her… and she couldn't be less. so what sort of man does she want? what does draw her to someone? well…………

at the end of the episode, charles asks cameron: do you like working here? are you happy? cameron once again has no answer, does not even try. is she? that's a question she's going to be asked again very soon, and the answer is going to shape the rest of her arc going forward. here and in hunting, the answer suggested by her silence is no.

a quick digression for chase: it really is funny, even if i'm not sure how intentional it is, how easy it is to read his actions here and in other episodes as having had a crush on cameron for a long time. the nice thing about chase is that i'm not sure he would be self aware enough to notice, either. but seriously: i'm shocked when people don't ask you out? he also fulfills his role as cameron's one real work friend, offering her romantic advice and support. again, this all goes so far towards explaining his insecurities later on, given how much time cameron has spent talking about her feelings for every man but him!

foreman's subplot is brief, and house sort of takes it over from him, but it's yet another nice and deeply unsubtle reminder from the show that despite his efforts, foreman is house to the core. he is impatient and dismissive even when he isn't trying to be, and his little subplot with mrs. carter is an interesting view of his own outrage at being judged by appearances instead of merits. (my one quibble: you'd think foreman, of all people, would know this lesson already. but i get the point.)

i do think that cameron is a factor in house's dislike of dr. charles. even if the ship has sailed on that romance, we know house struggles to let things go and enjoys the idea of cameron having feelings for him as late as s5; i imagine jealousy is a factor, even if it's mostly annoyance that the girl who was supposed to like him has so quickly moved on to someone else. interestingly, house really likes to remind cameron that she's meant to have "a thing" for him, even as she moves on and he even helps her with her romantic problems in s5: there really does seem to be a bit of childish posessiveness in house's feelings for her, even if cameron is clearly no longer interested in him or his type.

house md rewatch: 2x04, "TB or not TB"

house versus altruism. unclear victor.

we are so in classic house md territory now. this episode is also another installment of the characters, house included, dancing around a vital revelation about his innerworkings that the audience is only privy to. this time, it's house's altruism. it's baked in there, i swear, and reaffirms my blanket belief that he cannot be a doctor that's so undone by failure without caring. again, he's such a failed misanthrope.

lots of me diagnosing house as an undercover good person below...

my leading question for 2x04 is why can't house contend with "good" people? and my answer is that he cannot find meaning in suffering, so he doesn't see bravery, or guilt, or outward altruism as meaningful. to house, these are words, but he's not introspective enough to realize that he's practicing the actions that make up love by saving patients. this says nothing of his interpersonal relationships. that's a different, bigger fish.

i think i've said this before, but if house hated people so much, he would have holed himself up in a research lab. he can't fool me. his belief that we have an "evolutionary imperative" to only care about those closest to our inner circle is completely defeated by his career choice. he simply wouldn't be a doctor if that were true. and when the patient, dr. charles park, a TB expert stationed in africa, asks if house "just has a problem with hope?" that hits the nail on the head. house fears hope because it could lead him, and others, astray; it prompts people to look for pointless meaning in suffering, suffering that a doctor ought to prevent (in his opinion).

of course, this manifests in him chewing out charles and all he stands for. charles campaigns to pharmaceutical companies, begging them to send the drugs to the populations in dire need, and has become a medical celebrity as a result.

when charles does, in fact, get diagnosed with TB, he decides he won't take any treatment to make a point. naturally, house finds this absolutely insane, and decides to make charles' experience with TB as "authentic" as possible - raising the temperature of his room, taking his cellphone and tv, etc. house is daring charles to find meaning in this excessive suffering. he cannot accept that this is an act of self-sacrifice and altruism and wants to reach charles' limit.

but this is where the brilliance of the episode title and premise come into play! both charles and house are practicing altruism here; both versions are flawed. if charles doesn't take the treatment, he dies, house fails, and the cycle that plagues house repeats. if charles does take the treatment, he risks failing the underprivileged TB patients in africa.

but house is still being selfish, especially when he reveals to wilson later that what seriously bothered him off about charles were the "adulations" he received for his work. and when house threatens to expose charles' underlying, non-TB diagnosis after he dies of TB, charles folds. he prioritizes his image over the moral stance he claims he's willing to die for.

both charles and house are very uncompromising people, however, so neither realizes this about themselves or the other person.

the only person who intuitively comes closest to this realization is cameron, who has been honing her ability to see through house. while chase is irritated and vehemently ant-charles' altruism, cameron is clearly drawn to it (but within reason; this is season 2 cameron, after all). they could not have understood the "TB or not TB" of it all without her help, since she understood that, if charles was positive, it would inhibit their diagnostic process. in a way, she represents the grey area between charles and house's altruisms. brilliant of her, as always.

at the base level, however, it's image that gets house down. again, he admits to wilson that it's the attention that charles gets that pisses him off, it's an alarming moment of shortsightedness on house's part, but it's very honest. it's also rich because he's demanding sincerity after saying over and over again that he finds it annoying...and because wilson is the only one to hear it. that's probably why he looks at him Like This:

this is also a nice season 1 throwback to how house used to use wilson as a confession soundboard. i love their vulernability.

in keeping with house's distaste for concerns over image, i think a lot of this episode amounts to more association with house and god. for one thing, house's inability to find meaning in suffering implies that he is a kind god-figure. very NOT catholic, which, the most i watch, the more significant that feels to his relationship with chase. despite the superfluous pain he puts patients through to arrive at their diagnosis, he thinks that to suffer under a mystery diagnosis is cruel. his own diagnosis was a mystery, and it has brought him suffering ever since. this is also why he has a problem with self-sacrificing tendencies. see, it fits!

but there's a brief conversation in the elevator between house and the fellows that takes this a step farther. charles is concerned with the optics/visuals of his work - he has to be, to an extent - which is solely TB (earlier in the episode, house makes a slight at medical specialists). house's work is more all-encompassing, and it's this broad-spectrum outlook that allows the team to discover the microscopic tumor, the not TB lurking under the real TB.

when the fellows resist this diagnosis at first, house asks them: "how do you prove something exists if you can't see it? does god exist? does the wind blow?"

foreman's reply: "we know because the leaves move."

they have been relying on the optics/visuals/image of this case that it's impeded their ability to find the root cause. daringly, it seems like 2x04 is somewhat discrediting what charles does. in this association, house works invisibly; in this ongoing characterization of house as god that takes us all the way to the series finale, house is god and wields god's invisible hand. they remove the "invisible" tumor.

if you wanna get really into the house-as-god weeds (my favorite weeds), the fact that chase is the one to remove the tumor, with his religious history and habit of "kissing house's ass," feels very significant. there's something worship-esque about his specialty, being the most hands-on and Doing The Work whereas house avoids directly interfacing with patients at all costs.

so, when we see charles receive the adoration of all the camera flashes, and house observing from above, we can extrapolate that charles' insistence on image (however necessary to his altruism), is textually lesser than house's. god works invisibly.

my last point is about how house then undercuts his own anti-image manifesto by being at least a little jealous of charles and by insisting on image's impact in the world. he tells cameron, through some clinic patient shenanigans, that "we are who people think we are." he demonstrates that he gets special, sympathetic treatment because of his disability by stepping on a stranger's toe with his cane (i won't get into who that stranger was lol this post is too long).

this is, of course, superficially true, that our assumptions, stereotypes, and image-obsessed minds create narratives about people (except they don't often end in sympathy, unfortunately). but this is another example of how black and white house is - when people get to know you, after you let them get to know you, then that image becomes full and true.

house almost never does this. i can't remember exactly when (though i think it's in season 2), but wilson makes the damning and hurtful accusation that house hides behind his disability and chronic pain to avoid any truth and sincerity. harsh as this might be, it's not untrue. house's defenses are so tall and unyielding that he can't see an alternative, however.

this one went a bit off the rails!! there's even more to say, i'm sure, but more than anything this episode really reminded me of why i came to love this show so much. it's so layered and full of it's titular character in the best way possible. i love shoving the fact that house does have a capacity for love right back in his obstinate face.

#malpractice posting #oh and just you fucking WAIT for hunting

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