#I know why. I just need to be able to have the energy to do those things and I just do not

[thespianinthebackcorner]

I think part of the reason this narrow definition of "canon" is also part of why people are so incensed about other stuff that has degraded fandom culture nowadays too. Along with a lack of media literacy, people have begun to expect things served to them on a platter exactly as it says on the tin- but that's just not how art works. You cannot have a functional clock without the gears, and good art has a great many gears hidden beneath the surface. For a piece of media to operate at its full capacity and do what it is meant to- in this case, serve as queer representation- you cannot show every single gear in the clock, and often- especially in modern society, where it is still for some reason a dangerous struggle to have that queer representation included in mainstream media- sometimes it is better, necessary, to hide the gears and let the audience figure out the true nature of the clock and what makes it tick the way it does. It's a very recent phenomenon that media has begun to be blatant about their representation and allowed the characters to be obvious about who they are, and people are taking this openness for granted and not looking back to see how we got to this point.

This also means people don't learn to see what is and is not good representation, as when you learn the structure of the gears and how to spy the right kind of a clock, it becomes easier to find the gilded models made only for money and not out of love for the craft and the purpose. If you do not learn to find the "hidden" representation, the gears just below the surface, you cannot possibly learn to find everything below, all the mechanics that make the gears turn, the source of the energy- and, in turn, you cannot recognise a good, beautiful, clock deserving of your love and worth the time and effort made to make it, and you cannot learn to tell those from the cheap imitations made to trick people into buying half-broken clocks with no soul behind their creation, only greed. I myself, as of now, can often only find the mechanics of the upper layers, the more obvious things, and often have to be told what is and is not good representation by those who are more experienced. But it is a skill you must learn and hone, as the more you learn to recognise the maker's mark of a good clock, the more you learn to discard the fakers and push them to do better.

As artisans like I am, it is even more vital a skill, to recognise what you may be unconsciously putting into what you are crafting. I can create a few levels deeper than I can recognise, but analysis of your own work- and asking others to analyse it for you- is necessary to grow this skill so that not only do you avoid mixed messages, you can fight biases hidden further than you might be able to see at first. This is still something I need to learn and hone, too- I still have some internalised ableism, and I've had to come face-to-face with that as I write my first HMS fic (hence why chapter 2 is taking so long, sorry guys. I didn't know it was there until I started research for Heart). I have to learn to discard it and put the effort in to ensure I don't accidentally write that into the story as a subtextual message, and that isn't easy, but I'm learning. And so long as I keep learning, eventually I will overcome it and by nature learn to see and create even deeper into the gears of this clock I am just beginning to craft- and all the others I haven't started and haven't finished and haven't yet come across but will in the future.

I hope this analogy makes some sense.

Discussions of what "counts" as "canon" queer representation fall apart the second you start talking about media older than about five years or so. If your only metric for "canon queerness" is a character looking directly into the camera and explaining their identity in specific, modern, US-American-English terminology, you're not going to get a good picture of what queer media looks like. If your barometer for what counts as "canon" requires two characters of the same gender to kiss on-screen, you're not going to get a good picture of what queer media looks like.

Dr. Septimus Pretorius (portrayed by Ernest Thesiger in 1935's Bride of Frankenstein) was never going to look directly into the camera and explain his sexuality in 2024 terms, but he remains an icon in queer media history. You cannot look at that character (blatantly queer-coded in the manner of the time, played by a queer man in a film directed by another queer man) and tell me that he isn't a part of queer media history.

To be honest, even when discussing modern queer media, I would argue that the popular idea of what "counts" as "canon" is very narrow and flawed. I've seen multiple posts in the past few days that say the Nimona movie is "implied" trans representation, and I just...no, y'all, it's not "implied," it's an allegory. The entire damn movie is about transgender struggle, and the original comic is deeply tied into N.D. Stevenson's own queer journey. It isn't subtle. You cannot look at that movie and pretend that it isn't about trans struggle. It's blatant, and to say that Nimona "isn't canonically trans" is a take that misses the story's entire message, and the blatant queerphobia that almost kept the movie from happening. (I wrote a five thousand word essay about the topic.)

Queer themes, queer coding, queer exploration, and queer representation can all exist in a piece of media that doesn't seem to have "canon queer characters" on the surface. Most queer characters are never going to be able to explicitly state their specific identity labels, be it due to censorship or just due to the fact that scenes like that don't fit in some narratives. Some stories aren't conducive to a big "so what's your identity?" scene.

Explicit, undeniable, "this is my identity in no uncertain terms" scenes are very important and radical, and I'm not saying they shouldn't ever exist. I am saying that you can't consider those scenes the only way for queerness in a piece of media to be "canon."

[littlemissshifter]

Why acceptance matters.

You've been 'trying' to shift for so long and still struggling? Even tried letting go but still no physical success? You're looking at every Tumblr post hoping for something that will make it click or help you change your inner state? Have you tried just accepting your present?

You don't have to do anything. Stop looking for answers to change. Just accept your present moment as it is. You haven't gotten what you wanted? Accept it. Can't get into the state of having? Accept it. I know everyone says that you already have your desires and I say it too well because it's true. This is for when you're tired from trying. When you just can't do it anymore.

You want to embody your desired state right now but your thoughts get too tangled up in circumstances? Doubt? Fear? Don't worry it doesn't matter. Why? Because fear can't change anything. Accept the present moment and it loses all it's power over you. Accept the circumstances and they won't bother you anymore. Just accept.

Acceptance doesn't have to mean that you have to like what your reality is right now. You just have to allow it without resistance. Just stop resisting it.

When we try to ignore or resist the 3D we stop letting the energy of the present pass through us. If the old energy can't pass through how will you be able to become a new energy? A new reality? The only way to change the 3D instantly is to accept it. To let yourself flow with the flow of the present. You don't even have to do anything at all. Just exist when you're existing.

The 3D is us. It's not different. Before you move on from something, you accept how it is right? The same works for your reality. Because it is you.

When you're trying to change your 3D or change your state of self you are doing it out of seperation. Your desires are already you. The 3D is already you. "So why can't I shift states easily?" you ask. Because you're not letting yourself pass through yourself to become yourself. Got confusing there right? Don't worry I'll explain again.

You are not letting your 3D (yourself/old you) pass through yourself (you/now/present) to become yourself (you/your true self of already having what you desire because you are your desires as they expand from you to the 3D). Everything is you.

This does not mean to give up on your desires. They are already you. This is only to let the old thoughts, the old reality pass through you easily so you can become your new reality. To let the flow of old energies leave for new to settle.

I'll tell you my experience regarding this because sometimes you just need to hear another point of view. Yesterday I was spiralling with negative thoughts regarding my health. I didn't want those thoughts I was frustrated, afraid. I realised that the only way I can become my new reality is to let the old be. You can't fight the 3D as it is you right? Why are you playing push and pull with yourself? The only way to get peace was to accept that I was struggling and I did not have the thing I wanted right now (physically) and it's okay. The moment I accepted this, I felt a huge flow of energy leave me. I was relaxed instantly. I kept on knowing what I wanted and I let the 3D be. Even if it scared me sometimes but it's okay! Reality is still me. Being in the present and accepting it helps to release old stuck energy. New energy can't move in when the old is still there.

Because whether you know it or not by holding onto 'wanting' your new reality, you stop processing you old one and instead of letting it go as you should you get stuck in between two realities, 'wanting' something else and experiencing the past (old reality). This is why you experience so much confusion and doubt. You just have to let the old energy be and flow, it will leave on it's own because you don't want it anymore. Keep being in your new energy without fighting the old.

I hope you will apply this in your reality because it is seriously easy to accept things. Stop holding on to stuff. Be you and flow.

[heliosunny]

Food for though???

How about yan phainon with someone as strong as mage reader?

I have reread all your anaxa's and phainon's fic for at least 10 times now haha

I need more crumbs of them if you don't mind :)

Yandere!Phainon x Elf!Reader

The moment Phainon saw you, he knew you were the key to victory. Elves were rare. Your kind did not meddle in mortal wars. Yet here you stood, radiant beneath the silver moon, your eyes as cold and unyielding as an untouched winter. You were beautiful, yes, but it was not beauty that made him fixate on you. It was power.

Elves were creatures of magic, of ancient spells and untamed energy. And Phainon, a warrior hardened by battle and ambition, was not a man who let go of what he needed.

“We will slay the dragon” he had told you, his voice rich with conviction. “And with your magic, the battle will be won.”

You had laughed. A cruel, elegant sound. “You think I would fight for you? How arrogant.”

He had expected resistance, but not the way you looked at him, as if he were beneath you. “I have no reason to help you, human.”

You turned, walking away, your regal posture exuding the pride of your kind. “You should know better than to chase what you cannot have.”

Phainon clenched his fists as he watched you disappear into the dense forests of your homeland. He did not believe in fate. But he did believe in taking what was meant to be his.

The enchanted woods around your home pulsed with the hum of old magic. No mortal should have been able to step foot here. Yet the moment you opened your door, he was there. Phainon stood just beyond the threshold, unshaken by the forces that should have repelled him. His tall, muscular frame cast a long shadow under the moonlight, his silver-white hair barely ruffled by the wind. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent an unfamiliar chill down your spine.

Your fingers twitched, summoning the magic coiling beneath your skin. “You should not be here.”

He smirked, stepping forward. “And yet,” he murmured, “I am.”

Your magic should have burned him alive. The protective spells weaved into these lands should have swallowed him whole. And yet he stood there, untouched, unafraid. “You should leave” you warned. “Before I make you.”

Phainon exhaled a slow breath, as if amused by your defiance. “You are strong. But you already know that, don’t you?”

You stepped back.“I do not seek power.”

“But power seeks you.” His gaze flickered over you, sharp and assessing. “I came here because I refuse to accept a world where you waste yourself in solitude. You belong somewhere greater than this.”

“I belong to no one” you snapped.

His lips curled. “That’s where you’re wrong.”

“You think I will stop?” His voice was softer now, too gentle for the weight it carried. “That I will let you walk away?”

Why was he so certain?

“You will fight by my side” Phainon continued “Not because I force you—but because you will see the truth in my words. The world is cruel, and you and I are the only ones who can shape it as we see fit.”

His hand reached out, and before you could move, he brushed his fingers against your hair. “You are wasting your freedom here” he whispered. “Come with me.”

For the first time, you feared that no amount of magic would ever keep him away.

Phainon whispered. “Come with me.”

You did not answer. The night air was thick with tension, the weight of his presence pressing against your senses. Your magic flickered at your fingertips, a silent warning.

But Phainon, the arrogant human that he was, stood unshaken. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, unrelenting.

“You should leave” you said coolly, power thrumming beneath your skin. “Now.”

Phainon exhaled slowly, tilting his head. “And if I refuse?”

You didn’t hesitate. A pulse of magic shot through the air, the wind bending to your will. The trees trembled as roots twisted and surged from the ground, forming a barricade between you and him. Phainon barely had time to react before the earth beneath him split open, a powerful gust aiming to throw him out of your land. But just as quickly—he countered.

With a sharp movement, his foot slammed into the ground, sending a shockwave through the soil. Your attack faltered. The roots stilled, the wind dissipated. Your eyes narrowed. He met your gaze with quiet amusement.

“You are strong” he admitted. “Stronger than most.”

Your magic sparked again, an unspoken challenge. “And yet you still think you can control me?”

Phainon smiled. “Not control” he corrected. “Persuade.”

Your patience thinned. The audacity.

“I have no reason to fight for you, human.” Your voice was sharp, edged with warning. “Whatever goal you seek, find another fool to chase it for you.”

“I do not want just anyone.” His voice dipped lower, holding something dangerous beneath its smoothness. “I want you.”

Your magic pulsed again, a silent stay back. Phainon did not step away. “If you truly wished for me to leave” he murmured, “you would have cast me out by now.” A spark of anger flared in your chest. He was testing you.

“Careful, human!” you warned, power surging around you. “I do not take kindly to those who overstep their place.”

Phainon chuckled, unbothered. The wind howled between you, as if caught in the battle of wills. He did not command your power, nor did he steal it from you. He was your equal. And that was what made him dangerous. “You are too proud to admit it,” he said, “but you feel it, don’t you?”

His gaze burned into yours.

“The way our strengths match. The way the world is shifting. You are meant for something greater than hiding away in these woods.”

“I belong where I choose to belong.”

Phainon tilted his head. “But you hesitate.”

Your grip tightened on the staff at your side. “You mistake patience for hesitation.”

“Then prove it.” Power crackled in the space between you. An unspoken challenge. A battle neither of you wanted to lose. Phainon wasn’t just a warrior—he was a strategist. He would not fight you outright, not when he could break your resolve first. But he had made a mistake. You were not so easily broken.

With a flick of your wrist, the wind surged again, surrounding you both in a vortex of raw power. His silver-white hair whipped in the storm, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with something dark, something fascinated. “You can chase, human” you said coldly, daring him to try. “But you will never catch me.” And with that—you vanished into the night.

Phainon stood amidst the fading echoes of your power, exhaling a slow breath. His fingers curled slightly, the lingering warmth of your magic still brushing against his skin. “We shall see, little elf.”

The moment you vanished into the forest, Phainon chased after you. You had expected as much. He was stubborn.

A man who refused to accept defeat. The trees bent to your will, shifting and closing behind you, creating a maze of ancient roots and thickened shadows. A path only an elf could navigate. Yet Phainon kept coming. Your sharp ears caught the sound of his boots crushing the damp earth, his breath steady even as he pursued you through the labyrinth of enchanted wood. He was too fast for a human. You exhaled sharply, then turned and struck.

A bolt of pure energy exploded from your palm, crackling toward him like lightning. The ground trembled under its force. But Phainon did not falter. His hand shot up, and with a powerful sweep of his arm, his own energy surged to meet yours. The impact shattered the air between you, sending sparks flying. You did not give him a chance to recover. Spinning, you summoned the wind itself, a fierce gust howling through the trees. The air twisted into blades, razor-sharp and merciless. Phainon moved like a warrior born for battle. He dodged the first strike, his body shifting with trained precision. The second, he deflected with a sudden pulse of his own energy. The third—he met head-on.

Steel clashed against magic as he drew his sword, the blade slicing through your spell in a brilliant arc of silver light. You narrowed your eyes. So, he wished to test his luck with weapons? You raised your hand and the forest answered. Vines lashed out from the earth, twisting toward him like living serpents. The ground itself shifted beneath him, forcing him off balance. You lunged, striking with a burst of raw force meant to drive him away for good.

Phainon caught your wrist. The moment his fingers closed around you, time seemed to slow. His grip was firm, heated from the battle, unyielding in its certainty. His blue eyes burned with something almost unreadable—frustration, fascination. “Still running?”

You met his gaze, lips curling. “Still chasing?” A surge of magic exploded from your body, sending him flying back. He landed with a skid, his boots dragging against the dirt. For the first time since the battle began, Phainon gritted his teeth. He was enjoying this—too much. But you were not about to let him have his way. Just as you stepped forward to finish the fight

“Phainon!” A voice cut through the chaos.

A blur of movement, then a figure stepped between you. One of his companions, someone from his so-called team. They held up their hands, panting. “Enough! We don’t have time for this!”

Phainon did not move. His gaze was still locked onto yours. You could see it in his eyes, the pure, unfiltered fury at being interrupted. But the presence of his ally forced him to pause.

You, on the other hand, felt something entirely different. Relief. Victory. Freedom.

You met Phainon’s gaze one last time, satisfied. “It seems your people have more sense than you do.” Then, without another word, you turned and disappeared back into the forest.

This time, he did not follow. “You should have let me handle it.”

His companion shifted uncomfortably. “You were wasting time, Phainon. The dragon is nothing compared to that elf.”

His hand was still clenched at his side, the phantom warmth of your magic still burning against his skin. You had been so close. And yet, you had slipped away.

You were happy. You thought you had won.

How naive.

Phainon exhaled slowly, forcing himself to smile. “It doesn’t matter, that elf will come back.” he said.

His companion frowned. “You don’t know that.”

Phainon’s eyes gleamed. “Oh” he murmured, voice as smooth as silk. “I do.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, the forest was silent. The stars shimmered above, casting their soft glow over the elven village hidden deep within the ancient woods. The air carried the scent of blooming night flowers, and the distant hum of magic pulsed beneath the earth, a reminder that you were home. Far from him.

You let out a slow breath, fingers grazing the carved wooden railing of your balcony. The battle with Phainon had left a lingering fire in your veins, but here, surrounded by the familiar embrace of your homeland, that fire began to settle. You had won.

The moment was shattered by an unnatural stillness. A presence. A disturbance. Your muscles tensed. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it something foreign, something human.

“I expected more of a welcome, little elf.” Your heart lurched. You turned and there he was. Phainon stood at the edge of your balcony, as if he belonged there. His silver-white hair was tousled from travel, his blue eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. He had no right to be here.

Rage surged in your chest. “How dare you—”

“You ran” he interrupted smoothly. “Did you think I would simply accept that?”

“You are trespassing.”

He took a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. “You call it trespassing” he murmured. “I call it persistence.”

Your patience snapped. With a flick of your wrist, the wind howled. The very air turned against him, slamming into his chest with enough force to send him over the edge of the balcony. But he did not fall.

Phainon twisted, landing gracefully on the wooden floor as if he had expected the attack.

You scowled. “Leave.”

“No.” The sheer audacity of his defiance made your magic crackle.

“You are bold for a human.”

“And you are stubborn for an elf.”

You didn’t waste time on more words. Another surge of magic lashed out, this time, roots from the balcony coiled like serpents, aiming to bind him, force him away. Phainon moved faster. In one swift motion, he dodged, closing the distance between you. Before you could react, his hand grasped your wrist. A spark shot through you, not pain, but power clashing against power.

“Let go” you snarled, magic flaring. Phainon held firm. He was not trying to overpower you, he was forcing you to listen.

“You waste your strength fighting me” he said lowly, his voice like embers smoldering in the dark. “When you could use it for something greater.”

Your jaw clenched. “I have no desire to follow you.” His grip tightened just enough to make you feel the weight of his presence, the sheer determination in his stance.

“You think your home will protect you from the world” he continued, his voice deceptively calm. “But your peace is a lie.”

“Stay here, and you will be safe—for now” Phainon murmured. “But what happens when the world comes for you? When your strength is needed, but you are too late to act?”

Your throat tightened. “Join me” he pressed, his voice dipping lower. “Not because I demand it, but because you and I both know, you were meant for more than this.”

Your magic pulsed, but so did his conviction. The moment stretched, your will clashing against his in a battle that was not fought with weapons, but with unspoken truths.

Another presence, a flicker of movement in the trees. Phainon’s hold on you loosened. Someone was coming. You wasted no time. You pulled back, stepping away from him.

“This is not over” Phainon said, his voice a promise. But you only smiled.

“You are right” you murmured.

The moment you disappeared into the shadows, Phainon stood still, his breath slow and controlled, but his patience frayed at the edges. You had run. Again. You were slipping away. And Phainon hated it. His jaw clenched. The moment had been perfect, too perfect. He had forced you to listen, to see things his way. You had felt the weight of his words, the undeniable truth in them. He had seen it in your eyes. Yet, before he could break through, someone had come. A bitter laugh rumbled in his chest. Of course, fate always seemed to conspire against him. He turned sharply, striding back into the depths of the forest.

He would not linger like a lovesick fool. No, he had work to do. If persuasion would not bring you to his side, then perhaps… pressure would.

By the time Phainon reached his camp, his team was already waiting. One of them, the same one who had interrupted, rose to speak, but at the sight of his expression, they hesitated.

“Gather information” he ordered, his voice edged with command. “Every weakness. Every tie they have outside their sanctuary.”

His second-in-command frowned. “You mean the elves?”

Phainon’s fingers curled into a fist. Not the elves. You. The village was sacred, shielded by magic. But you were not a prisoner there. Eventually, you would have to step beyond its borders to explore, to act, to seek. And when you did—he would be waiting.

“Find out everything” he continued. “Where they go. Who they trust. What would make them reconsider their decision.”

Because that was all he needed. One moment of doubt. One opportunity. You had chosen to turn away from him, to cling to your false peace. But peace was fragile. And when it was, you would have no choice but to turn to him.

The elven village glowed softly beneath the moonlight, nestled deep within the ancient forest. It was a place untouched by human hands, serene, untamed. And yet, none of it compared to you. Phainon stood hidden in the trees, his sharp gaze locked onto the balcony where you stood. You were unaware of his presence, your expression calm, the tension from your earlier battle with him having melted into something softer. It was rare to see you like this. You had no idea how much you infuriated him. Your power, your beauty, your sheer stubbornness. Everything about you defied reason, yet he could not let you go.

He had chased you across forests and battlefields. He had fought you, reasoned with you, tested your limits. And still, you resisted.

Would it always be this way? Would you ever truly stand at his side?

The thought alone made something dark coil in his chest. No. He refused to let that be the outcome. But before he could dwell further, the forest moved. A low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows. Phainon barely had time to react before the beasts emerged. Large, otherworldly creatures slithered between the trees, their glowing eyes locking onto him with primal hostility. Guardians. Born of ancient magic, raised by the elves. And they had sensed an intruder.

Phainon clicked his tongue. The first lunged. He sidestepped with ease, unsheathing his blade in one fluid motion. The second came faster, claws swiping at his chest, forcing him to parry. They were testing him. But Phainon was not a man who bowed to monsters. His eyes narrowed, and his stance shifted. If they wanted to challenge him, he would answer. Magic crackled at his fingertips, and just as he moved to strike— “Stop.” Your voice rang through the clearing.

The moment the creatures heard you, they halted. The tension in the air was thick as you stepped forward, your gaze sharp. The beasts reluctantly pulled back, still watching Phainon with suspicion. “He is not a threat” you said firmly.

Phainon felt the weight of your words, the way the creatures hesitated, then obeyed. Because of you. Only because of you.

You met his gaze, expression unreadable. For a brief moment, Phainon wondered- was this it? Had you changed your mind? Had you finally begun to see reason?

But then you spoke. “Leave.”

His fingers curled. You were still fighting him. Even after defending him, you were still denying him. Phainon let out a slow breath, forcing down his frustration.

Fine. If you would not come willingly, then he would simply make sure you had no choice.

Phainon did not stop walking until he was far from the village. The distant calls of the creatures still echoed behind him, but his mind was elsewhere. Even after seeing you in your element, even after witnessing your world, your people, your peace, his resolve did not waver. If anything, it hardened. You would never break on your own. So he would make sure you had no choice. You had been given the chance to surrender—to accept him. And you had refused.

Then let the game truly begin.

It started with small things. A misplaced book. A candle that flickered despite the absence of wind. A familiar path that suddenly felt… unfamiliar. You noticed them at first only in passing, minor inconveniences, nothing worth dwelling on. The village was alive with magic, after all. Spirits stirred. Shadows danced. The forest had a will of its own, shifting ever so slightly like a living entity.

But then the changes became too frequent. Too deliberate. One evening, as you entered your home, you found your chair moved. Not by much, just a few inches. But enough that your eyes lingered on it. Had you moved it earlier and simply forgotten? You shook the thought away.

Then, a few nights later, you awoke to the sensation of being watched. The room was silent, moonlight filtering through the window. Your heartbeat remained steady, yet your instincts whispered: something was off. Your gaze flickered toward the doorway. The wooden frame stood empty, yet the air beyond it felt… occupied. A trick of the mind, you told yourself. And yet, the feeling remained.

The entire village felt different. The laughter of the elves had softened, their usual warmth replaced with hushed voices. The creatures raised among your people, the guardians that had attacked Phainon grew restless. They paced near the borders, sniffing the air, their hackles rising at unseen threats. You reached out to one of them, fingers brushing against thick fur. The beast trembled under your touch. “What is it?” you murmured. It did not answer, but its ears flattened as it stared beyond the trees—toward the deeper woods. Toward the world outside. A world where he was.

Phainon. No. He was gone. He had left. You had seen him disappear into the shadows yourself. He wouldn’t return so soon. Would he?

Your belongings began to vanish. At first, it was small things—a hairpin, a letter, a single page missing from an old book. Then, something more personal. A bracelet. One you had worn since childhood, crafted from the enchanted silver of your people. It was bound to you through magic, it should not have been able to leave your side. Yet, when you reached for it one morning, it was gone.

Panic clawed at your chest. You searched every inch of your home, retracing your steps, trying to rationalize the impossibility. But deep down, you knew. This was no accident. Someone had taken it.

The barrier weakens.

That night, the village wards flickered. The protective magic surrounding your home, woven into the very trees themselves, had remained unbroken for centuries. Unshaken. Impenetrable. Until now.

You stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the faint shimmer of the barrier. It pulsed weakly, its usual glow dim. Someone was testing its limits. And you already knew who. You turned, heart pounding.

For the first time since his departure, you felt him. Not through sight, not through sound, but through an instinct deeper than words. Phainon was close. Not within the village. Not yet. But near enough that his presence curled around the edges of your world.

Your peace was shattering. The forest was eerily silent as you moved through the shadows, your every step measured. The disturbances—the missing bracelet, the flickering wards, the feeling of being watched had been warnings. And you had ignored them for too long.

You would find Phainon. And you would end this game.

He was close. You knew it. And then, you saw him.

Leaning against a tree, bathed in silver moonlight, Phainon stood waiting. As if he had known you would come. His silver-white hair gleamed under the night sky.

He looked at you the way a predator regarded prey. “Finally” he murmured. “I was wondering when you’d stop pretending you could ignore me.”

Your hands curled into fists. “You never left.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You’ve been watching me. Manipulating my home, my people—”

“I gave you time” he interrupted smoothly. “Time to see reason. Time to accept that what I offer is better than this illusion of peace you cling to.”

“You think you know what’s best for me?”

Phainon stepped closer, his expression darkening. “Yes.”

You struck first. A burst of magic surged from your palm, searing toward him like a silver blade. Phainon barely dodged, twisting just in time. His own magic flared—sharp, raw power slamming against yours in a storm of light and force. The ground beneath you shook. Every blow you traded was a challenge. Every movement a declaration. He was fast, calculating. But you were his equal. And yet

“You hesitate.” His voice cut through the clash of magic. “You could have killed me just now.”

You had aimed for his shoulder, not his throat. Not the killing blow. He laughed. “You’re already doubting yourself.”

Your grip tightened around the hilt of your magic-forged blade. “Shut up.”

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” He sidestepped another strike, blue eyes gleaming. “That slow, creeping realization. That no matter how much you fight me, I always find my way back to you.”

Phainon saw the flicker of hesitation—and he seized it. “You are powerful” he murmured, dodging another blast of energy, his voice weaving through the chaos like silk. “Beautiful. Unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” He stepped closer. “You could have anything.” Closer. “Yet you stand here, wasting your strength protecting a world that will never understand you the way I do.”

The battle stopped. Your breath hitched, the warmth of his skin searing against yours. His voice dropped lower, softer—intoxicating. “You belong with me.”

“Enough!” A third presence. You barely had time to register it before something struck between you and Phainon.

A force strong enough to send both of you stumbling apart.

One of his allies.

Phainon’s head snapped to the side, annoyance flickering across his face. Whoever had interrupted had done so at the worst possible moment—for him.

For you? It was salvation.

Phainon’s grip on your wrist loosened just enough and you ran.

As you disappeared into the trees, you felt the weight of his gaze lingering. Phainon would not let this be the end. Not until he had you.

Branches clawed at your skin as you sprinted through the forest, breath ragged, magic flickering at your fingertips. The village was close—so close. But he was faster. A hand snatched your wrist mid-step, yanking you back. Your balance shattered as you crashed into his chest—solid, unyielding. Phainon’s arms wrapped around you in an iron grip, his strength overwhelming. You struggled, thrashing, magic surging, but it was too late.

His voice rumbled against your ear, low and triumphant. “You’re not going back.”

A sickening pulse of magic erupted from him, swallowing you whole. The world shifted. The forest dissolved into darkness. The village, your home—vanished. And when your vision cleared, you were no longer in the woods. You stood in a vast chamber, encased in stone and silver. The air was thick with his power.

Phainon still held you, unshaken. “You fought well” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch disturbingly gentle. “But this was always how it was going to end.”

“You—” Your voice was raw. “Let me go.”

He smiled. “No.” Phainon exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours, savoring the moment. “This time, you’re staying with me.”

[princessmaeee]

All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

Tags : @private-vampire - @rafesbunniebby - @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes. 

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket. 

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ? 

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money. 

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can. 

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55.  You smiled and answered him 

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have  any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake. 

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course.  -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up  to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod  your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next day goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of school classes and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fighted a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

[sheerfreesia007]

Always In The Nick Of Time

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

Word count: 1,479

Content warnings: Fluff, attempted assault, mention of knife

Summary: You’ve pretty much got your life figured out and Jeongin doesn’t really have to guide you much at all in your life. But when things turn dangerous for you he’s always alerted and is able to reach you in time to save you, but is that enough for you?

A/N: This little series was all inspired due to @jellymochii brainstorming for her GaurdianAngel!Felix fic. Please go read her fic as well it’s a wonderful piece!

“Ugh, why are they so close to each other? Don’t they know anything about personal space? Gross.” Jeongin spat out with a soft sneer as he watched a couple cuddle close to each other on a park bench. Today you had decided to come hang out with your best friend at a local park that was in the middle of both of your apartment complexes and he had tagged along to try and enjoy himself but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. Looking around he noticed that you weren’t around him and he frowned softly as he began to look around the park wondering where you had gotten off to.

Shrugging his shoulders he figured you’d be okay on your own as he walked further along the path that winded through the park. He always loved that he was able to enjoy the living world like this since he had been paired with you as your guardian angel. You were so low maintenance in your everyday life that he often found himself growing distracted with the living world around him. He rarely ever had to step in and guide you like the archangels had instructed him to do, you were already on the right path and had a set of goals and dreams that were in line with your path already that he barely had to do anything. It was only when you were in dire trouble that he had to step in, and while that wasn’t too often there were still times when he would have to intervene. Thankfully he had formed a small connection with you almost like a warning for him in the form of a pulling or tugging sensation in the pit of his stomach when you were in trouble. It was like an alarm for him that he was needed to be at your side.

Like right now there was a dull pulling sensation in his lower stomach and Jeongin raised his head quickly looking around the park for you in concern. He couldn’t see you from where he was standing over by the small cherry blossom tree so he began to rush around the park as the tugging sensation began to grow in his stomach. Just as he ran towards the playground he spotted you standing in between a crying young child and a man dressed in a black hoodie and dark sweats, he was glaring at you menacingly with a sneer on his face and Jeongin’s eyes darted down to the glinting knife he held in his hand. Your best friend was trying to guide the child away as she held her cell phone up to her ear while talking to the emergency line.

“I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE! GET AWAY FROM US!” you shouted angrily as you scowled at the man in front of you. Jeongin rushed to your side worriedly as he watched the man with the knife cautiously. When he heard loud shouting coming from behind you he turned his head to see two police officers rushing through the park to get to you but they were still so far away. 

Just then Jeongin felt a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach and he turned just in time to see the man lunge forward with the knife extended out towards you. Without a second thought Jeongin grabbed you by your shoulder and yanked you back behind him as he scrounged up enough spiritual energy within and created a powerful barrier around you and the crying child. The man bounced off the barrier and fell back on his ass while Jeongin seethed where he stood, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he whirled back towards you. The police officers rushed past towards the man and quickly detained him before one took him away and the other collected the knife and walked over towards you to get your statement.

As the officer was writing down your statement of what happened today Jeongin stood to the side feeling drained from using his spiritual energy as he tried to gather strength to stay by your side to make sure you were okay. He watched as the police officer quickly wrote down your statement before he thanked you for your time and walked away. A middle aged woman came rushing over to you and Jeongin frowned softly wondering if she was someone he needed to worry about but your best friend being by her side helping her as she bawled her eyes out gave him reassurance that she wasn’t a threat to you.

“Thank you so much for keeping my little boy safe!” cried the woman and Jeongin relaxed further as he realized that she was the mother of the little boy. “That was my brother in law and my soon to be ex-husband’s family has been a bit much lately about custody of our son. I’m so sorry that he almost hurt you.” she said as tears poured down her face.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m fine, I wasn’t hurt and your little boy is fine too. That’s all that matters.” you said easily with a wave of your hand. She nodded her head in thanks before sweeping you up in a tight hug as she cried into your shoulder. When she was done hugging you she then scooped her son up in her arms and quickly took him out of the park.

“You really are the lucky one, aren’t you?” asked your best friend teasingly and you rolled your eyes at her. Jeongin frowned softly at the question wondering what she meant by that but you easily fill in the blanks for him.

“Not this again, c’mon. Just because I have a lot of close calls doesn’t mean I’m the lucky one.” you gripe out to her and she scoffs softly at you.

“I mean, then what is it? Is your guardian angel always on vacation? They only show up at the last possible second to save you.” she tries to explain and you scoff dismissively at her once more before turning away from her, Jeongin frowns once again when he sees the soft furrow of your brow when you turn away from your best friend. You quickly say goodbye to her and start heading back to your apartment with Jeongin following behind you at a slow pace silently wondering what’s bothering you about what your friend said about him. 

You’re quiet during the whole walk home and only when you get into the apartment do you make any type of noise. A long weary sigh slips past your lips as you toe off your shoes before walking into the middle of your living room and turning around in a circle with a soft frown on your face.

“Do you want to be my guardian angel?” you ask suddenly and Jeongin almost flinches at the question you ask as his whole body stills in place and his eyes widen on you. “Am I that much of a burden on you that you don’t want to guide me through life?” you ask worriedly and Jeongin can see the tears beginning to form in your eyes. “I mean, she’s right it seems like you’re always somewhere else until something bad is about to happen to me.” you say dejectedly and Jeongin suddenly understands why you would feel like this. He steps closer to you and watches as a single tear slips down your face before your whole face crumbles in sorrow. “I don’t mean to be a burden, I want you to guide me. I don’t want you to just be there when things get bad.” you say softly before sighing loudly and shaking your head at yourself. “This is stupid. You’re probably not even there.” you say quietly and Jeongin feels his heart thud heavily in his chest.

He strides over to you feeling his spiritual energy filling him as he reaches out and grabs your wrist before tugging you into his arms. He cradles you close to him as warmth encapsulates the two of you and he hums softly.

“How can I guide you when you’re already walking the path you’re supposed to be walking?” he asks softly and watches as your eyes widen as you hear his voice. “I’m always by your side even when you can’t feel my presence. You’re already doing everything you’re supposed to be doing that I don’t need to guide you much, you already do my job for me. But I will always be by your side and will always intervene when things go sideways. You’re with me for life sweet girl and you can’t ever get rid of me.” he tells you reassuringly as he raises a hand and combs your hair back out of your face as tears course down your cheeks as a sweet smile slips onto your face.

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[lullabyalikpoptarot]

BTS's Thoughts on (Red/Yellow/Red Flags) For Partners

Let's look into this request of what they consider as green, yellow and red flags for partner as we have looked into their own. I wonder if they connect with their own, but not sure I remember their reading though.

Jin

Green (Queen of Pentacles) He likes someone supportive, probably financially stable and independent, but does have a nurturing quality to them. And someone who sees the beauty out of life and has the ability to take on new opportunities. Someone responsible as well. Someone who gets things done, and doesn't wallow and just sit around about things. They need to be driven and very goal oriented.

Yellow (2 of Wands) Someone who doesn't meet him halfway, someone he can't connect or vibe with, who can't see his point of view of things. Also, someone who can't see the big picture of things.

Red (4 of Swords) Makes sense with the other cards. He doesn't want someone lazy or passive, someone who has no goals or who doesn't take life seriously. He wants someone to have thoughts and opinions on things. He doesn't want someone passive, who doesn't do anything about anything. Someone devoid of any sort of opinion isn' t for him.

Suga

Green (The Empress) He likes someone who is creative, someone successful and abundant. He would want someone who takes action and makes their dreams come true, pretty similar to his energy. I do get Mom energy, so someone with that energy, nurturing, caring, adaptable, that is his green flag. Also, someone with a sense of duty and responsibility to others, towards him, and also towards others as well.

Yellow (The Hermit) Weird yellow flag, he may not like someone too introspective, someone who goes within a lot, or maybe doesn't really seek his advice or help, and just goes on their own path. I don't know, the hermit is someone of profound wisdom and experience, so he may not like someone with that, which okay, why not. Isn't he this way, so why is that wrong for a partner. Anyway, his choice, his life. He rather have a creative force that brings things to the world, than someone who just focuses within themselves and stay within their bubble. He may also like someone who is able to get outside their comfort zone, so someone who stay within certain boundaries he may not like too much.

Red (3 of Wands) Going along with the others. And similar to Jin in a sense. He doesn't like someone who doesn't take the leap or expand themselves or their horizons. He doesn't like if they stay in their bubble as I mentioned. It is like he is an introvert who was able to expand himself, so he wouldn't want someone else to hold themselves back due to always trying to go inward, it is like he did it, so can you, so he wants someone who is able to push themselves. I just get someone who isn't too hesitant to take the leap or take chances. And doesn't let life pass by them and stand by and do nothing about it.

Jhope

Green (Queen of Pentacles) Funny, because this energy pops up for him a lot in love readings. This is his type. Someone responsible, someone who take things seriously, once again getting, a sense of duty, someone who is able to make their own money. A stable and grounded person, someone with a solid foundation. And someone very giving and supporting.

Yellow (4 of Swords) Like Jin, they got to be mentally stimulating, have some opinion on things. He wouldn't like someone who doesn't share their opinion on things, also someone not boring and dull. He wouldn't want someone who has nothing to say and just sits there and looks pretty. Funny how this keeps popping up. They must have had their fair share of dates like this.

Red (2 of Pentacles) Interesting red flag. He may not like someone who juggles things. He may want someone to have a steady job. Hmm, he may have dated people that don't keep a steady job and balance one job to the next, he may not like that. This card gives me a sense of instability, playing around with different options, so he may not like that, he prefers stability. He may also not like someone who puts too much responsibility on themselves, or they struggle to handle multiple tasks at hand. He also may not like someone who doesn't really know what they want out of life. And not sure which direction to go in. Hobi seems to take life seriously, so he doesn't play that shit. You better have a handle on things, also be consistent, he can't stand inconsistency.

RM

Green (Ace of Cups) Pretty simple, someone who pours their emotions out and isn't afraid to be vulnerable and open to him. That's all folks lol

Yellow (9 of Wands) This came out strong. Someone defensive, puts a barrier up and is hard to get through, goes along with his green flag. He likes his partners to be open and vulnerable with him. He doesn't like them to feel nervous or fearful around him or that he has to walk on eggshells around them. Like his person should feel comfortable around him. If they always have their guard up, he doesn't like that.

Red (The Well) He doesn't like someone who bottles their emotions down and doesn't share anything with him, also he doesn't like to have to guess what is wrong with them. He likes clear communication. He can't read his partner's mind, so sharing is caring lol He doesn't like to play those guessing game either. So, if you are not the type to communicate and express your emotions he isn't for you.

Jimin

Green (4 of Wands) He wants someone who makes him feel comfortable. Someone with good energy and good vibes. Someone he can feel safe with. They got to have strong positive vibes and energy. This man wants to have fun in relationships, maybe to forget his worries, so they got to have that positive vibe and have fun with life.

Yellow (Ace of Swords) He doesn't like someone who doesn't share all the details on things. He may not like guessing games either. He may also not like someone who doesn't have a well thought out plan or idea on things. He may also not like someone who doesn't go through with plans, who kind of falls through on them, he doesn't like that either.

Red (3 of Wands) This goes along with the yellow flag, he doesn't like someone who doesn't expand and grow, someone who doesn't have a vision of the future. Oh, I am getting something, it is like if he asked questions about what their plans are, maybe for the future, or what they think of this, or what do they think of their future together, and they don't know, he won't like that. He doesn't like if they don't look to the future. I don't see him liking someone who is spontaneous, that lives for the moment and has no clue what they want. I see him liking someone with vast knowledge of things, it keeps him interested, since he seems to be a very curious person about things. He would like to hear his partner's input, so if you just brush things off and don't look further into things, he may find that person boring and not enticing enough. Also, the person has to have something interesting going on about them, if they don't have much going on, he will not find them interesting. It has to be something he isn't familiar with or something that can expand his knowledge somehow, I can see him being, oh I never heard of that, share more. Basically, he doesn't want someone basic, be interesting lol expand his horizons lol

V

Green (The Empress) I can see him being someone who wants kiddies, so someone with Mom energy who can have his babies basically. Someone suitable to carry his children, but also a nurturing soul and someone creative, successful in their own right and abundant.

Yellow (7 of Wands) He may like someone with thick skin, dating him can be difficult, so he may need someone willing to face challenges of dating him, so he may not like someone who can't handle that. He also may not like someone who can't stand up against challenges or unwilling to face these challenges.

Red (The Lovers) He may not like someone to attached and dependent on him. Maybe not like someone who is too clingy. He does want a connection, but he would like them to have their independence as well. Although, there can be a strong connection, he would want healthy boundaries. Sounds reasonable.

Jungkook

Green (9 of Swords) Why is the 9 of swords a green flag? He gave me the 7 of wands as a clarifier. He doesn't even know what a green flag is. Relationships seem to be a constant struggle for him, maybe someone who can understand his struggles and pain, maybe that is what this is. He has a lot of tormented thoughts and struggles, so he will need someone who can understand that and be compassionate towards him about it.

Yellow (Judgment) He wouldn't want someone who judges his past and what he may have done, once again, he needs someone who will understand and not be critical of him. He does not want someone who thinks they are better than others and has some moral authority over others. He would want someone forgiving of others flaws and struggles.

Red (8 of Wands) This one is interesting; he doesn't want someone who comes into quick, or someone who moves too quickly, he may want things to progress slowly. He may not like someone who is unstable, unreliable, someone who comes and goes. He may not like someone to come in too strong. He may like a calm presence around him, not someone too boisterous and loud. His life is already unstable, so he wouldn't want his partner to add to that. I was not expecting that one for a red flag.

[a-story-teller]

I was in a major car accident yesterday (got t-boned) and was very luckily a) alone in the car, as the passenger side got walloped and b) not injured. However I took care of everything and then went home and proceeded to sleep for 19 out of the following 24 hours.

[piningpercussionist]

Saw a comment somewhere and if I wasnt so tired my blood would be boiling but we are at a low simmer, so here I am to Bitch

I'm sorry but if your argument for (likely canon) bisexual Kim having a preference for men is her FORMER relationship with Scott I am going to beat you to death with my bat

At LEAST say it's the hopeless pining she does for him currently. Or maybe mention that she's dated 3 guys that we know of! (Which I will counter w her being gay as hell for/with 3 women, which levels out- though that's besides the point-) But if you're going to hinge it entirely on a relationship she had that started and ended in highschool I'm going to break your legs and make you sit through a deep dive of the series with me. All media. Just to reeeeeally draw it out. Painfully.

[autisticlee]

no one knows just how hard I work at things. how I have to work 1000000x more than the average person to compensate for being autistic and adhd and probably other things i'm working out with therapist, and having a sort of physical disability i've not received any help or treatment for. everyone assumes I don't try or give up too soon. they think I just started, need more practice. they think I expect everything handed to me immediately with no work or effort and don't acknowledge the multiple years i've put into things. they think I have no right to be upset about still failing to get where I want even after working my entire life to get there, while watching people around me surpass even my meager goals within a fraction of the time and work i've out into the same thing. constantly getting surpassed by everyone around me who seem to barely do any work to get there compared to me. it's all handed to them and falls into their lap so easily. all because they don't have the extra obstacles to overcome and work around that I do. while they go from point A to Z immediately with no major stops in between, I have to go through every single letter and then some, often getting sent back to the start. but it's always *my* fault, according to everyone. it's not the fault of those around me who ignore me, don't support me, don't help me, don't believe in me, etc. it's my fault they don't do those things. because doing the work of 10 people in one isn't enough, just because it's me. and not reaching Z as fast as everyone else means I don't deserve any of the support or help or anything else and means i'm not trying hard enough. it doesn't matter that I *need* to work harder than 100 "normal" people combined to get even half the result! Just because I can't reach what they do means i'm not trying hard enough! ugh.

[burningcomputerpersona]

local enby shocked to realize that taking their prescribed medication actually works and they can do stuff now

[peachznscream]

genunely sometimes do not know how to cope with the world being so cold and bureacratic and people who withold care and essential rights to people over arbitrary rules and money and

[vpyre]

Me when I burn myself out on writing once again after promising another fic 🫠

[bbq-potato-chip]

i can't think about drawing right now I HAVE THINGS TO DO!!!

[orcelito]

Honestly sooooooo fucked up that I thought my overwhelming daily fatigue and debilitating body pain was a product of the awful working conditions I was under for years and years... and yet, despite being out of work for half a year now, I'm still so fatigued and in pain all the time??? Like come on man that's not fair

Oh well maybe I have liver disease and they'll treat it and then I am magically so much more energized like I was as a kid. We can only hope !!!!

[running-in-the-dark]

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[seedlessmuffins]

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