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zany to me how these um actually nihilists like to pretend that "um actually love/friendship/cooperation/kindness isn't real bc we evolved that way to benefit ourselves as a species..." um YES? that's also where tool use comes from? that's where cooking comes from? am i supposed to think social bonds & tool use & cooking aren't "real" because they evolved over time instead of appearing fully formed from the ether?
sorry u can't enjoy things. im a superior being twirling a fork in my bowl of delicious noodles whilst staring in adoration at the world
#'love isn't real it's a chemical reaction'#hon i got news for u about chemical reactions and the nature of existence#'we evolved social bonds to benefit ourselves' so you agree?#you agree that social bonds are helpful and important enough that they literally shaped the history of human evolution?#i do not think u are saying. what u think u are saying.
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Trektober Day 20 - Only One Bed. Rosalind Chao gave the impression of trying SO hard to hint the polycule into existence. I hope in some AU or other Keiko was successful.
#trektober2024#trektober#star trek#ds9#deep space nine#keiko o'brien#miles o'brien#kira nerys#garak#she's in a groundhog day situation#rewinding to the beginning of the season attempting to initiate the throuple forever#sorry hon maybe in another reality
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Having a lot of Disney Princess animal encounters today. First this squirrel followed me around all morning, then a deaf blind dog dragged her owner across the park to say hello to me, then this standoffish stray cat my neighbor has been feeding flopped down in front of me and put his head on my shoe. Should probably go inside before a baby bird decides I'm its mother.
#cat#squirrel#didn't see my favorite dog visitor today sadly.#Her name is Hon and she is a very large pitbull and she recognizes my car when she sees it in the parking lot.
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ೃ⁀➷ pretty when you cry ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱
╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x player!reader imagine
a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is also a part one to this imagine, playing dangerous, a part two, do you think you’d kill for me, one day? a part three, ultraviolence, and a part four, shades of cool.
˚ ༘♡ hwang in-ho, the man you once knew as young-il, the man who betrayed you in the most loathsome way imaginable, had taken control of your recovery. he rarely left your side in the early days, overseeing every detail with the precision of someone who understood pain all too well. his compound, sprawling, isolated, and fortified, became your prison. it was a place of unsettling contrasts, sterile medical equipment juxtaposed with lavish decor, soft furnishings that did nothing to dull the edges of the sharp reality you now inhabited.
˚ ༘♡ you were angry, your heart a storm of rage and bitterness, each glance at him igniting the fire anew. though, in the quiet moments, when he checked your bandages or sat silently by your side as you drifted in and out of restless sleep, you found yourself conflicted. his hands, steady and careful, worked with a tenderness that unsettled you more than the betrayal ever had. the small comforts he offered, adjusting your pillows, bringing you tea, gnawed at the walls of your resolve.
˚ ༘♡ days blurred into one another. your questions about jung-bae and gi-hun were met with deflection, his answers vague and evasive. each time you pressed, his expression darkened slightly, as though the weight of those unanswered truths bore down on him as well. “you’ll know when the time is right,” he would say, his voice serene, leaving you fuming with frustration and sorrow.
˚ ༘♡ as the weeks passed, your leg began to heal. the searing pain dulled into an ache, and eventually, the ache faded altogether. though your body recovered, your mind remained caged by the stark truth of your reality. in-ho allowed you freedom within the confines of the compound, but every step you took was shadowed by masked guards, their presence an ever-looming reminder that escape was futile.
˚ ༘♡ you tried anyway.
˚ ༘♡ the night was quiet, the air thick with tension as you crept through the corridors, your heart pounding in your chest. every creak of the floorboards felt deafening, every shadow a potential threat. you had almost made it to what you thought was the outer gate when strong hands grabbed you, pulling you back with a force that sent terror crashing over you. the guards didn’t speak, their blank masks only adding to your dread as they dragged you back to your room, their grip unyielding.
˚ ༘♡ when in-ho appeared later, his expression was unreadable. he didn’t yell or chastise you. instead, he sat across from you, his gaze heavy with something you couldn’t name. “i can’t allow you to leave,” he said softly, his tone devoid of malice. it wasn’t a threat, but it felt worse. his disappointment lingered in the air, suffocating, and you hated the guilt that bloomed in your chest.
˚ ༘♡ time moved forward, and with it, your body healed. the ache in your knee, once sharp and consuming, faded into nothingness, replaced by the intensity of strength you hadn’t felt in weeks. you could walk without hesitation now, no longer second-guessing every step. yet the freedom of movement felt hollow within the compound’s imposing walls. they surrounded you, stark and vast, a constant reminder of your captivity.
˚ ༘♡ you sat on the edge of your bed, your fingers absentmindedly brushing over the faint scar peeking out from beneath the fabric of your clothing. the skin there was pale and slightly raised, a delicate line etched by pain and betrayal. you traced it with a mix of resignation and vexation, trying to reconcile the life you had before with the one you were living now.
˚ ༘♡ the sound of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts. you glanced up to see in-ho stepping inside, his presence filling the room with an air of quiet authority. he no longer wore the faceless mask that had once concealed him, his features open and bare. though his expression was calm, the weight of unspoken words seemed to settle between you, causing the air to feel suffocating.
˚ ༘♡ “would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked. his voice was measured, each word chosen carefully. though his tone was steady, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty, as if he was bracing himself for rejection. it wasn’t a demand, nor was it an expectation, it felt almost… tentative.
˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, your gaze dropping to your hands resting in your lap. your anger hadn’t disappeared, it still lingered, simmering just beneath the surface, but it had softened with time, dulled by the care he had shown you. despite everything, despite the betrayal that still stung, he had been there, ensuring your recovery, tending to you with a patience you hadn’t expected.
˚ ༘♡ “i don’t think so,” you said at last, your tone gentle yet cautious. you weren’t trying to hurt him, though the words clearly did. you saw it in the way his face shifted, the faintest flicker of something vulnerable crossing his features before he composed himself once more.
˚ ༘♡ he didn’t leave. instead, he lingered by the door, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. “you need to eat,” he said quietly. his voice lacked its usual authority, replaced instead by something softer, something that bordered on worry.
˚ ༘♡ you turned your gaze toward the window, your focus slipping to the darkened landscape outside. the compound stretched endlessly into the night, its shadowy corners likely crawling with guards you couldn’t see but knew were there. “i’ll eat later,” you replied, the words barely above a murmur. they lacked bitterness, though the weight of unspoken emotion hung in the room.
˚ ༘♡ the silence that followed was thick and suffocating. you expected him to retreat, to leave you to your solitude, but he didn’t move. his presence remained, steadfast and unwavering, as if he refused to let the distance between you grow any wider.
˚ ༘♡ and though you wouldn’t admit it, even to yourself, his refusal to leave made something in your chest ache. it wasn’t anger, or resentment, or even guilt, it was something far more complicated, something you weren’t ready to confront.
˚ ༘♡ you sat on the floor of your room, your legs pulled close to your chest, trembling as grief consumed you. the weight of unanswered questions bore down on you, suffocating and relentless. your heart ached for the friends you’d lost in the chaos of the games, dae-ho, jun-hee, jung-bae, gi-hun, and the others whose faces haunted your dreams. they deserved more than silence. they deserved answers.
˚ ༘♡ tears spilled freely down your cheeks as you pressed your palms into your eyes, your breath hitching with every sob that wracked your chest. the quiet elegance of the room around you only deepened the pain, its pristine luxury a cruel reminder of the blood and suffering you’d endured to end up here. “please,” you whispered, your voice breaking under the weight of the plea. “tell me… tell me what happened to them.”
˚ ༘♡ in ho’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he crossed the room to where you sat. you didn’t meet his gaze, you couldn’t. instead, you gripped your knees tighter, shaking your head as the words spilled from your lips in a broken stream. “where are they? are they alive? do they even… do they even have a chance?”
˚ ༘♡ he crouched in front of you, his movements calm but hesitant, as though he feared his presence might shatter you further. his hands hovered near yours, unsure whether to reach out. “i can’t give you the answers you’re looking for,” he said quietly, his tone soft yet somehow unyielding.
˚ ༘♡ “why?” you choked out, anger flaring through the grief as your head snapped up to meet his gaze. “why can’t you? they’re my friends, they…” your voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence dissolved into tears.
˚ ༘♡ he didn’t respond, his silence infuriating and devastating all at once. the patience in his expression was unbearable, as though he thought his stillness could soothe the storm inside you.
˚ ༘♡ your cries grew louder, your sobs echoing in the quiet room as you pounded a fist weakly against his chest. “please,” you begged, the word almost unintelligible through your tears. “don’t do this to me. i need to know.”
˚ ༘♡ still, he said nothing. instead, his arms encircled you, pulling you gently but firmly into his embrace. his warmth was immediate, his presence solid and unyielding. he rested his chin lightly against your hair, his grip tightening as though he feared you might slip away entirely. “shh,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple. “i’m here.”
˚ ༘♡ you shoved him away with what strength you had, though it was feeble compared to his hold. “don’t,” you spat, your voice raw with anger and anguish. “don’t comfort me when you’re the reason they’re gone.”
˚ ༘♡ his hands settled firmly on your shoulders, his grip rigid yet careful, as though he feared hurting you but refused to let you slip away. the strength in his touch sent a wave of frustration through you, fueling a final attempt to twist out of his hold. his chest pressed against yours as he pulled you closer, his body a barrier against your escape.
˚ ༘♡ “let me go,” you demanded, your voice shaking with the effort to sound stronger than you felt. but the words wavered, your conviction cracking under the weight of exhaustion that had crept into your limbs.
˚ ༘♡ “no,” he replied, his tone low but resolute, the firmness in his voice more unnerving than anger would have been. “you need me,” he added, quieter now, his words tinged with a gentleness that made your heart clench. “even if you don’t want to admit it.”
˚ ༘♡ your struggles faltered, the tension in your body draining as the fight ebbed away. you sagged against him, your head dropping slightly, your breathing uneven and strained. his embrace shifted, becoming something softer, something that felt almost protective. his arms wrapped around you fully now, holding you close as though shielding you from a world you didn’t even recognize anymore.
˚ ༘♡ the warmth of his breath brushed against your temple, and you froze as his lips pressed softly to your cheek. the kiss wasn’t meant to persuade or plead; it was a silent confession, an unspoken attempt to reach past your anger.
˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, so quietly you might have thought you imagined it if his voice hadn’t carried the weight of those words so deeply.
˚ ༘♡ your entire body stiffened. the confession hit you harder than you could have anticipated, settling heavily in your chest. the sincerity in his voice wrapped around you, tugging at emotions you didn’t want to feel. your throat tightened painfully, but no words came. they wouldn’t. you couldn’t make yourself respond, couldn’t allow yourself to validate the truth in what he said.
˚ ༘♡ instead, silence fell between you, louder and more damning than anything you could have said aloud. his arms didn’t loosen their hold, his face remaining close to yours, his breath steady against your skin.
˚ ༘♡ then, as if sensing your hesitation wasn’t refusal, he leaned in. his lips met yours with a deliberate slowness, a patience that felt entirely at odds with the world he had dragged you into. the kiss was tender, yet there was an unmistakable urgency in the way he moved, as though he needed you to feel the emotions he couldn’t put into words.
˚ ༘♡ you wanted to push him away, wanted to scream that he had no right to this moment, no right to you. but your body betrayed you, your lips trembling as they parted against his. the flood of emotions, anger, despair, confusion, and something dangerously close to longing, surged through you all at once, making it impossible to pull away.
˚ ༘♡ when the kiss broke, your breath came in shallow bursts, your heart pounding erratically in your chest. his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your damp cheeks as his gaze searched yours.
˚ ༘♡ “will you ever let me go?” you asked, the words spilling out before you had a chance to stop them. your voice was fragile, the question carrying all the weight of the fear and longing tangled inside you.
˚ ༘♡ his expression softened, the sharpness of his features dimmed by the flicker of something raw in his eyes. his hands didn’t move, his hold on you steady but not forceful. “i can’t,” he admitted, the words barely above a whisper. his voice cracked slightly, betraying the struggle beneath his calm exterior. “not in my heart.”
˚ ༘♡ the pang in your chest deepened, and the next question came almost involuntarily, your voice trembling under the strain. “will you keep doing this? will you keep the games going?”
˚ ༘♡ his face darkened, but not in anger. it was a shadow of something more potent, regret, or perhaps inevitability. he lowered his head slightly, his forehead close to brushing yours, his words deliberate and gentle. “yes,” he said, the softness of his tone cutting deeper than any cruelty could have. “i have to. one day, you’ll understand why.”
˚ ༘♡ the finality in his voice was suffocating. you stared at him, your tears still falling as you searched his face for any trace of doubt, for even the smallest crack in his conviction. his gaze remained stable, his eyes holding nothing but certainty, an unshakable belief in a path you couldn’t follow.
˚ ༘♡ the silence that followed wasn’t empty, it was heavy, filled with the unsaid words that hung between you. and as his arms tightened around you again, pulling you close to his chest, you felt the hollowness of his words settle into your own heart. hwang in-ho was a man who loved you, but he was also a man you could never truly understand.
a/n: part five!!! let me know if you have any requests and your thoughts on the story so far!!🤍
#hwang in ho#hwang in ho fanfiction#hwang in ho x female reader#hwang in ho fanfic#hwang in ho x reader#hwang inho x reader#hwang inho imagine#hwang inho#the front man x reader#the front man fanfiction#the frontman fanfiction#the front man imagine#the frontman#the front man#the front man x female reader#player 001#squid game#squid game fanfic#squid game fanfiction#squid game fic#squid game season 2#player 001 imagine#player 001 fanfiction#player 001 x reader#squid game x reader#young il fanfiction#young il x reader#young il#hwang in hon x you#player 001 fanfic
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Owie, cramps.
#Hon ain't going to basketball practice later.. or any of his classes actually#owieee#I know I said I was going to join in on the giving undertaker cramps trend. but I decided to be nice and wont give him any#that's why I'm giving them all to Jamil instead PERIOD CRAMPS UPON YE VIPER 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland fanart#twst fanart#jamil viper#scarabia#monodukes art
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What is this “mom taking her son to the first day of the fourth grade”-ass picture
#ive seen that fit on so many middle schoolers#trust I was one of them#and alex’s face isn't helping#“you okay hon?”#never beating the allegations that he and George are Logans pta moms#have you seen George???#george Russell#logan sargeant#alex Albon#formula 1
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sibling banter 🍂
#zagreus having a taste with his own medicine with melinoë being wayward like he used to be#‘was i this rebellious?’ yes you were hon#hades 2#hades game#zagreus#melinoë#sketch#fanart#myart#drawing#procreate
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Westmoreland slag hens, part 1
1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6
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A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR THE TEAM LEADER 🐥💛
#shh i am not a day late#tower of god#tower of god season 2#tower of god anime#team sweet and sour#team sweet & sour#wangnan ja#jue viole grace#25th bam#akraptor hon#yeo miseng#ehwa yeon#yeo goseng#prince tog#kang horyang#kuuart
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it's been how long? yeah no, yeah i'm fine. totally fine and normal about it, just going about my day. (kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again) yeah it's cool. (shared life experience) totally normal! (i'm with you till the end of the--) OH MY GOD I'M INSANE I'M INSANE I AM RIPPING AND BITTING WITH MY TEETH I AM THROWING THINGS
#catws#captain america the winter soldier#stevebucky#stucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#happy birthday hon. you deserve the world#cass rambles
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dresses in art
#portrait of the hon. mrs harold by john collier#unknown i cant find this one#portrait of josephine stieler as a bride by joseph karl stieler#portrait of frances anne vane by alexandre jean dubois#portrait of isabelle antoinette barones sloet van toutenberg by nicaise de keyser#portrait of marguerite de seve by nicolas de largillere#portrait of emilia wlodkowska by jozef simmler#portrait of a lady by adriaen hanneman#mary of modena by willem wissing#esther and ahasuerus by artemisia gentileschi#alexandra feodorovna by a malyukov#don't know the artist but its supposed to be the coronation dress of queen alexandra#woman in turkish dress by paul emil jacobs#portrait of juliane by johann heinrich tischbein#portrait of madame de pompadour by francois boucher#princess isabella of asturias vicente palmaroli#maria christina de borbon-dos sicilas reina de espana by vicente lopez y portana#isabella ii queen of spain by federico de madrazo y kuntz#afternoon tea for three by frederic soulacroix#princess maria carolina augusta of bourbon by franz xaver winterhalter#marie suzanne giroust by alexander roslin#the new bracelet by frans verhas#a lady in a lilac dress by wladysaw czachorski#a gust of wind by gaetano bellei#maria grafin zu munster by harry von hente#retrato de dona antonia roca y mestre by angel maria cortellini#frances courtenay by thomas hudson#i loved colorcoding this and i used some from my last edit#art history#history
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rare and endangered
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#team fortress 2#spy#spycrab#z art#z flash#hon hon hon!#i got the urge to do some pixel art again lately and all of a sudden this popped into my head#i'll never get tired of how much fun spy has when he spycrabs#he spycrabs when he dances!#it's so cute#just a snobby and occasionally silly man#giant enemy spycrab#hit his weakpoint for massive damage
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Everyone congratulate The Order on the adoption! Look at their new son!!!
#And by adoption I mean grabbing Rune off the street corner he was dumped on and taking him with them no questions asked#Guys. If I can sell you on Anna being group dad then I have won.#She is giving dad who didn't want the dog but ends up bonding for life with the small creature#Also Alfonse. Hon. Out of curiosity. Have you ever held a child?#The answer is not really and he would panic if asked to hold a newborn.#Your honor I love these idiots. Give them small found family as a treat#In other news these were unironically some of the most difficult drawings I've ever made of these characters lmao#I had reference open and tried to draw all the details of their outfits for once. It was a bit MADDENING#I was so lost in the detail sauce that I accidentally gave Anna an extra piece of armor. The patterns on Kiran's cloak nearly broke me.#Looks good tho! Hell yeah! Mission success!!!#feh#fire emblem heroes#fire emblem#feh kiran#feh alfonse#feh anna#feh sharena#feh rune#feh summoner#fe kiran#fe anna#fe alfonse#fe sharena#fe rune#fe summoner#art tag
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small doodle for today
#no context for this#it just came to me#tf2#tf2 fanart#doodle dump#engineer tf2#spy tf2#engiespy#practical espionage#napoleon complex#this is what i imagine life is like for them under their contracts lmao#how was work today hon#bad. i got exploded. again#oof i hate when that happens to me too
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Me after finishing ‘The Circus’: GOD do Blitzo and Stolas have terrible fathers. Don’t think we’re going to see any worse father figures in this show than them
Me after finishing ‘Exes and Oohs’:
#JESUS FUCKING CHRIST#MOXXIE HON I AM SO SORRY#helluva boss#Moxxie#helluva boss moxxie#helluva Moxxie#helluva boss spoilers
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Prompt:
Instead of coming back as a crime lord, Jason pretends to be a vengeful revenant, haunting Gotham criminals and the batfamily.
This has… consequences.
#Jason takes it even further by lamenting that the only way he can be put to rest#is by joker’s death#and a proper burial with all family members present#he delights in how shaken up everyone is about it#he may or may not use special effect makeup#but Jason hon there are consequences to this kind of game#are you truly prepared to watch them openly grieve for you?#to treat you like a necromancy thing?#inspired by the song The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron#I love that song#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#batfam#bruce wayne#robin#tim drake#red hood#prompts
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