#stou

[sotiriabellou]

its taking unbelievable self control to not post this on my instagram story for all of my ethnicist relatives to see the mental strain it is putting on me to not do it is actually making my heart hurt.happy 25th

[monaxikos-skantzoxoiros]

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[denizeyuruyen]

Gününüz mavi olsun.

[nagasthia]

uhm for requests could I ask for my Dreamsona actually?

For skintone idrk is hard to get my own skintone so its more of a rough "how I think" type thing

for body size uhh Idk if the drawing makes it clear or not but he's meant to be plus-sized lollll

[hyunjungjae]

isso aqui ❤️

me lembrou disso aq ❤️

[ippokampos]

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[thespiritofstars]

Έλα απόψε στου Θωμά να σου παίξω μπαγλαμά

να κατέβουν οι αγγέλοι να χορέψουν τσιφτετέλι

κι αν μερακλωθείς πολύ και σ' αρέσει το βιολί

με βιολί σαντουροβιόλι θα χορέψουν οι διαβόλοι

Στου Θωμά - Κώστας Τσίγγος

[dreamyinception-world]

𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥

pairing:Jung Yunho x black fem!reader

w/c: 2.7k

Genre: Friends to Lovers  + Smut

Summary: On the day of your birthday, you wake up to a surprise in your kitchen– your handsome best friend and his multitude of presents that he has in store just for you.

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language

Sws: Ass rimming (fem receiving), Pussy eating, Food Play, Sensory Play, Fingering (fem receiving)

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥����: Yunho has really been getting to me lately and this spawned from a dream that I had alongside other things. Thank you to my friends again for helping me with inspiration for this fic and everyone for their support of my work. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did while writing. 

As a reminder, my work is only for those who are eighteen years or older. Anyone who attempts to interact with my work or blog who is underage will be blocked immediately. You have been warned. 

©𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 2024 || 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ♡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

“So how was it?”

“It was one of the best birthdays ever.” You stared down at the swirled design on the foam of your coffee, unable to hide the smile that came across your face. 

Barely 48 hours have passed since your birthday, and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. But your friends, being as nosy as they are, weren’t going to help that situation. 

They called you almost immediately the morning after, begging for you to meet them so they could know all about it. And lucky for them, you were quite eager to share it with them. 

“How did it go? Well, I don’t know if it would be okay for me to tell you the whole thing right here.”

As if on cue, they immediately complained and whined, clasping their hands together with puppy eyes. You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips from their eagerness, pulling your curls back into a small ponytail.

“Okay, okay. I’ll have to keep my voice low though. You better not tell anyone!”

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It was a perfect day as any other, though you would have preferred to not have class the same day as your special one. I guess it couldn’t be avoided though— it just had to fall on a Friday. The night before you debated skipping all together, what was one day of missing classes going to do?

But then you thought about all the plans that everyone had made, the things you all would do together in between classes and after class, the alleged “surprises” that had been whispered between your small group of friends. 

You surely couldn’t disappoint them with your absence. You made a promise and you had to keep it.

In addition to them, there was one other person amongst them who you couldn’t miss— a particularly tall handsome man with an adorable smile and playful nature whom you called your best friend or boyfriend depending on who was around– Jung Yunho.

The two of you weren’t “official” by the books. But you knew your feelings for him.

Sitting up from bed, you stretched out each of your limbs and hummed at the small pop that came from each, only noticing the smell of something sweet wafting into your room once you relaxed your body. Curious, you rolled out from under the sheets and tiptoed quietly down the only barely sunkissed hallway.

Around the edge of the hallway, you barely let your head peek over with some fraction of fear set in your shoulders. Your eyes scanned around the room, landing on the top of someone’s brown head bobbing in the kitchen. 

Still letting barely a sound make your presence known, you crept to the other side of the room and looked over the short wall separating a part of the kitchen from the living room. Your eyes immediately widened, feeling your cheeks get hot.

Hues of pale yellow from the stout window danced over your best friend’s face, whisking away at something inside of one of your kitchen bowls. He looked..comfortable in the space, like he had belonged there, like it was a regular occurrence. 

You couldn’t help the way your heart wavered at the thought of this— him being a part of your private world away from everyone and everything else. Just you and him.

“You gonna stop hiding behind the wall now?” The sudden sound of his voice had you dropping to the floor, banging your knee in the process. You yelped out in pain, hugging the throbbing area as he walked over, chuckling behind his hand and crouching down to eye level.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yeah right.” You slapped his hand away, unable to hide the smile that followed from his laughter. He helped you up from off the floor, adjusting your clothes and checking your legs despite your protests that you were fine.

“Ugh, please. What are you even doing here?” 

He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck in an instant, trying to uphold what little bit of confidence he normally held by holding his attention else, only for a moment, clearing his throat.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I know you said we would hang out later but I thought I would come around now. If you don’t mind, of course.”

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“This is really cute and all, y/n.” One of your friends piped in sheepishly. The others looked between each other, becoming a bit shy and red in the face, ushering the one who spoke forward. She rubbed her arms lightly. 

“But we wanted to hear about the more..rated parts?” The girls giggled lightly at the expression on your face, leaning forward on their hands.

You let out a small laugh, sipping your coffee lightly. “Well, alright. If that’s what you all want~”

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“You know, this cream was already so delicious.” Yunho bared the weight of his body over your upper half, three fingers still covered. “I think it would go perfectly here.”

A gasp left your lips in an instant when the cold cream made contact with your chest, watching with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as he smeared it all across your boobs, making sure to put an extra whip on your nipples.

Once he was finished, he took a slight step back to admire his work, the camera motions he made drawing giggles out of you.

“Who’s birthday is it— yours or mine?” You jokingly questioned, a hum leaving your lips from the trail of kisses he made up your navel to right below boobs. He gazed up at you with a mix of tender and lustful eyes, a lazy smile on his face as he pulled you down closer to the edge of the counter sharply by your legs. 

“Yours.” He breathed over your lips. “And hopefully one you’ll never forget.”

He tapped your lips open with two fingers, smiling when they fell open for him. He scooped up another bit of icing onto his fingers and slid the digits into your welcoming mouth. You couldn’t resist the desire to bait him more, making a show out of curling your tongue around him whilst holding his gaze until they were fully wiped clean. 

“Keep going, just like that.” It wasn’t a command, but it felt like it to your ears, stirring something that you didn’t quite understand, but your eyes fell closed, chasing that feeling as his fingers mapped out the inside of your mouth.

He took his time shallowly pushing his fingers to the back of your throat, a noise close to a growl leaving his lips, finally coming down towards the dessert he prepared for himself. 

He was in no rush and neither were you.

Following the trail he left behind, Yunho’s tongue danced in circles around your right breast almost methodically, recalling in his mind the particular spots that sent sparked sensations down your body. 

“M-Mm!”

There it is. You imagined he was probably saying to himself, in a cat that caught the canary sort of way, but you didn’t bother to scold him or say anything for that matter— especially when his tongue ran over your nipple and his lips closed around it.

Your body was no longer under your control.

Your moans came out muffled and hot, between sliding your tongue in the gap of his fingers, curling your fingers tightly around his wrist. As if by its own command, your back arched off of the tile, allowing room for him to smoothly slide his hand underneath you, open mouth flicking his tongue around the enlarged bud. 

“So sweet.” His hot breath ghosted on your nipple, pressing a tender kiss to it and moving over to his next target, finally freeing his fingers from your mouth only to bring them to tweak the nipple he wasn’t currently tonguing. 

Everything felt so deliciously warm and sweet, sweat beginning to glisten on the surface of your skin against the morning light. Your fingers curled into Yunho’s locks, guiding his head even closer than it already was. Even though he was already giving you some of your favorite things, doing everything right, desperateness ate at you for more. 

If the throbbing between your legs was any indication, the two of you soon became very privy of the level of want you had risen to. 

Without being asked or motioned to, Yunho drew his attention and tongue further down your body, every graze of his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kept his eyes locked on yours, stopping right above the area that was already dripping for him. 

“I wonder,” he started, lightly massaging your plush thighs in his hands, “which part of you will taste the sweetest.” Everything within you screamed out not to beg as he kissed your mound, moving your legs comfortably onto his shoulders. His darkened eyes moved lower to your sweetness in front of him, taking his time to pull your lips apart with a low groan in the back of his throat. 

“Mm, maybe it’s here.” He pondered, delving into your cunt with eagerness and hunger. Your body went almost completely slack, a varied range of throaty moans and whimpers leaving your mouth, mixing with damn near pornographic sounds of him lapping and slurping up everything that had already dribbled out of you. 

He ravaged you like he hadn’t eaten for months. 

The way his tongue mapped out every inch of your pussy had your head practically spinning, back arching off of the counter when he flicked his tongue slowly, yet purposefully against your clit. Closing his lips around the sensitive bud, he kept his eyes trained on you, curling his tongue up sharply offbeat. 

If he kept going like this, you might fall apart too quickly. 

But right as you felt yourself crack, he just as quickly slowed his motions to a complete stop. He could feel your eyes on him in disbelief, though he didn’t pay you any mind with a hidden smirk, licking your soaked lips and planting a small kiss.

“W..why did you-Ah!”

Your orientation flipped from the ceiling to your kitchen counter, barely able to recover the sudden change before your body was maneuvered again, hips lifted upward onto your knees with a larger hand pressing your lower back down. 

He had never manhandled you like this before, merely tossing and moving you as much as he pleased. And it stunned you into damn near complete silence.

What has gotten into him?

But the words didn’t leave your mouth. He might stop then and all of this would end so quickly when it was beginning to get..interesting.

Heat crept into your bones thinking about how you must look right now, even more so from the hum of approval that came from behind you.

“Now, let’s see.”

His hot breath ghosted over the back of your thigh, taking in the sweet scent of lotion blended with the aroma of the leftover remnants of the icing on your chest. He lets out a breathy chuckle at the sight of your thighs trembling, pressing heated kisses up your inner thigh, missing your pussy completely, and dragging his tongue over your perineum. He focused a bit of attention to this area in particular, pressing kisses and gentle licks to them. 

You jolt at the sensation, nearly shying away if his grip on you hadn’t been as strong. 

“Y..Yunho-” 

“I think it’s here.” He pants lightly, unable to see the way that your eyes nearly bulged, feeling his breath suddenly over your asshole, reflexively grabbing the edges of the counter that you could almost barely reach. 

In any other situation, he would probably be too shy to attempt this sort of thing, let alone as for it. He looked to the side to see you staring back at him, eyes blacked out and nearly gone, cheeks flushed with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. 

“Can I?” He asked in a near quiet voice, kissing the left cleft of your ass. You adjusted yourself on the counter, taking some of the pressure off of your knees and pressing your cheek against the cold tile. 

With trembling excitement, you nod your head, letting out a breathy, “Yes.”

Yunho ran his hands over the globes of your ass, massaging them between his fingers while taking an experimental lick over your asshole. 

The feeling of his tongue felt foreign to you, but not uncomfortable, instead causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. Your eyebrow twitched as he licked over the area again, slowing it down for you to feel every ounce of his wet muscle and spit dribbling down. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Y-Yes, p-please more..” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, feeling your face burn at the bluntness. Though Yunho didn’t seem to mind at all, instead smiling against your skin, reaffirming his hold on you. 

Every thought in your mind completely melted away at this point, except for the ways that Yunho maneuvered his tongue around your hole, flicking his tongue over the area as he held one cheek spread, allowing all of the drool in his mouth to drip down your cunt and make a mess all over the counter. 

“A-Ah! God, Yunho please!” Your eyes rolled back closed, abruptly reaching your hand back to grip his head, knuckles flexing against the counter to keep yourself from slumping at the intrusion of two slick fingers into a dripping cunt and Yunho’s tongue entering you. 

He barely took any time to let you recover from the feeling, pumping his fingers steadily in and out of you in a fever, chasing the rush that was running through him to bring you closer to euphoria. The tightness in his bottoms almost brought him to move his hand away from her to satisfy himself, but he fought against it. 

It’s her birthday, it’s her birthday, echoed into his mind, releasing a guttural groan from his parted lips, harmonizing with your cries of desperation. You grit your teeth, pushing yourself back against his fingers, sweat dripping down your chin as your muscles flex and clench. 

“FUCK!” Your voice cracked out, pushing back faster against his fingers until your whole body shook, leaning upward onto your hands until only broken shutters could leave your throat, feeling your juices dribble down Yunho’s fingers as he slowed them down. 

“You okay?” He breathed out, leaning over your now slumped body against the counter, kissing your shoulder. You barely registered his words with your heart pounding into your ears, turning your head to accept kisses from him, gentle hands rubbing your tense hips. 

When the two of you became breathless, you pulled back with his bottom lip slightly between your teeth. Without a word shared between the two of you yet, you push your hips back against him, watching his head bow for a moment.

“Did you really think we were done? It’s my birthday. We’re not finished yet.” 

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“And then what happened next?”

“Yeah, what happened?!” 

You brought your coffee cup up to your lips, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

“You’ll have to wait until next time to hear it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @atiny-piratequeen @little-lazuli @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks @jacksons-goddess-gaia @catnipacid

[jackhkeynes]

1st Lexember - Borlish

des caucet "utterly"

des caucet /dɛz koˈtsɛt/ [dɛz kʊˈdzɛt]

utterly, absolutely, downright, to the fullest extent possible;

completely, totally, all the way, all-out, every inch, done to completion;

irreversibly, irretrievably, irrevocably, in a way that cannot be taken back

Etymology: idiom attested from the late nineteenth century, literally "out of (one's) socks". Thought to have arisen in Damvath slang as a sexual metaphor (taking one's socks off prior to sleeping with someone), although in modern usage it is not considered at all obscene. The noun caucet "sock" is a diminutive of obsolete cauç "hose, stockings, tights", via Medieval Latin calcea from Classical calceus "boot".

Nos stou la javigar des caucet. /nɔz stu la ˌʒa.viˈgar dɛz koˈtsɛt/ [nɔz stu la ˌʝa.vɪˈgɐː dɛz kʊˈdzɛt] 1s needed there trawl-inf out.of sock We must leave no stone unturned.

[portokali]

nika do u have any vintage Greek songs u would recommend 🎤

hii mari!!! 🧡 what a lovely question yesss I do have them!

I have a Spotify playlist of old Greek songs!! it's mostly rebetiko and laiko but not exclusively ☺️ it's here 🧿📿

here r some other vintage bangers:

GRRRRRAHHHH this one is one of my fav love songs ever... it's a farewell between two lovers kinda like boots of spanish leather! the band is contemporary but the song isn't!! this version is gorgeous tho 🥰

been obsessed with this lately!! it's a love song about a love long gone.. "we would stroll, you would laugh for me, how much did you love me!" 🥺🥺 reminds me of she used to love me a lot - johnny cash.mp3

also last but by no means least... Arleta... my favorite.... allegedly lesbian icon according to my friend's @mothvhs grandma and gorgeous voice ❤️‍🔥 these 2 songs are deep in the trenches of yearning but she has more upbeat stuff too suchas to navagio!!!

greeksties feel free to add your favs!

[theklaapologist]

perimenw ton antra mou (tis kollhtes mou) na gurisei apo ton polemo (na steiloun oti eftasan stous proorismous tous)

[sanniurii]

eu stou resistindo muito. a vontade de desenha kinjomae com a roupa do baam e do khun

[deerabigailhobbs]

Ok hear me out:

Adamgail siblings x inbred by Ethel Cain. Thoughts?

Oh, how I love analysing song lyrics :D

So I had listened to Inbred before this ask, and I'd actually say it's one of my favourite Ethel Cain songs, but I had sorta taken it at face value. "Oh, this is a song about an inc*stous relationship between siblings" and honestly, that's not something I'm comfortable talking about, especially with characters I see a lot of myself in. But after looking the song up online, seeing others interpretations and analysing the song myself, I think I've found an angle I'm comfortable enough discussing.

So, let me reiterate, because I think it's important. This song analysis is not about that kind of brother-sister relationship. I do not fuck with that type of shit. This is merely my interpretation of the song through the lense of the characters. Any references to love here, while dark and twisted, is strictly platonic.

Anyway, apparently in an interview, Hayden (the person behind Ethel Cain, for those unfamiliar) said that- quoting a Reddit comment here- "when she's using the word inbred, she's reffering to generational trauma. Trauma being inbred throughout the family." And I'd never seen this take before! Really opened my eyes and made me listen to the song in a completely different light.

The song is about a younger sister being dependant on her older brother. He's the only one she can fully trust. The father isn't mentioned in the song, but the mother is said to be "comatosed." I won't go through every single line of the song, but I'll do my best for parts I think are relevant to their characters. :]

Longgggg intro out of the way, now time to break down these lyrics.

"Watching him through holes in his door"

Now, I said that the father isn't explicitly mentioned on the track, but I do think this could be applied to Garrett Jacobs. Here, Abigail is watching him butcher the girls, perhaps he wants Abigail to retain some innocence, to him she's still his little girl. So he takes the victim(s) at night to his Cabin and carves them up. But Abigail is there, witnessing it all. Sort of a punishment she inflicts upon herself. She led the girls to their deaths, now she much watch the aftermath.

"Sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm"

The "him" now is referring to Adam. She's always by his side, so close that she could be "sucking on his leg" like some sort of leech, tight and unable to let go. He's the rock in her life. The only person she can feel safe around. There's also her "staying warm" and I like to think it of her as staying alive. The girls she sacrifices are simply one layer of protection, her brother being another. Perhaps she thought (especially in her younger years) that if anything were to go bad, if her father finally pointed the blade her way, Adam would come and save her. Keep her blood from spilling out and going cold.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the cops

Scumbag fuck, but I swear that he's not"

Due to their father's attention being solely on Abigail, their mother's presence all but absent, Adam would resort to other methods of getting it. That being: lashing out. Getting in trouble with the police, with school, with his parents, because even when they yell and hit him (more specifically his father), they're acknowledging his existence.

I think Abigail wouldn't understand at first. Just see her brother as a troublemaker. But as the years go by, all she sees is a boy in desperate need of love. And she can try her best, to give him that, to be there for him, but a sister's love cannot replace a parent's.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else

So you should watch yourself"

Pretty self explanatory. Adam may be a nuisance to almost everyone in his life, but he has a tremendous amount of love for his little sister. Although she can't replace a parent's loving touch, he still appreciates her for the love she can provide.

And to Abigail, Adam is like her knight in shining armour. He's there to protect her. If she were ever in immediate danger, she's sure he would be there for her, ready to defend. However, I can see her believing this less and less as she grew up, knowing her brother is just as helpless as she is.

"Mama's comatose, she can't leave the bed"

Their mother isn't literally comatosed, but with how absent she is in their lives, it's like she is. A person, alive, but not fully there. Unaware of what the rest of the family knows. (PSA: I do think Louise was actually a wonderful mother in canon, this is merely for the analysis)

"Something smells rotten and it's starting to spread"

A literal approach to this would be the smell of blood and decay from the victims. Another, the spread of crazy. Like Abigail said, "can you catch crazy?" Will her and Adam turn out like their father? Is it already spreading to them? Like a parasite, slowly infecting and taking over their bodies, until one day all they can see is their father staring back at them in the mirror.

"I'm bad, he's worse, we're already dead

We're already dead"

Abigail is bad for luring the girls to her father. "He's worse" isn't Abigail's thoughts on Adam, if anything she'd think he's better than her in a lot of ways, but what others (their town, peers etc) perceive him as. Abigail is the sweet, quiet girl who is "close" to her father. Meanwhile, Adam is a troublemaker who's the black sheep of the family. Due to the other themes of the song, I can see them living in a very religious area that isn't tolerable of what they consider "abnormal." So their hatred of Adam could also be due to other things, such as homophobia or transphobia (as I know trans Adam is a popular headcanon).

"You can't win em all

Who knows how much longer

I'll lay on the floor

Touch me till I vomit"

I interpret this as Abigail finally meeting her father's blade, bleeding out on the kitchen floor. And all she wants is for Adam to be by her side. To hold her until she vomits up all her blood, slowly dying on the cold tiles.

"I'm not scared of God

I'm scared he was gone all along"

Another self explanatory lyric. Abigail's life has been nothing but misery, and she starts to question the validity of God herself. Or maybe wonders if he turns a blind eye to her pain and suffering.

"Who will take the fall

Who of us is stronger

You'll just want it more

If you could, you'd have fought it

But you know you're not

From the start, they knew you were wrong"

This part stumped for a bit (and still does, I'll be honest) but I thinkkkk I've got something. Who will be more like their father? Who will follow in his footsteps? Going back to what Hayden said about generational trauma, which of them has an inbred desire to kill? Who has bloodlust flowing through their veins? Both? And of so, who's strong enough to fight it off?

I think if we're going off of the lyrics, it's Adam. I mentioned this in a previous ask, but the thought of Abigail escaping her dad, going to her brother, only to find out he's helping murderers really sticks with me. He took the fall. He tried to escape, to fight off murder, and came right back to it. And now he knows he can't fight it. That he's just like their father, handy with a knife. Knowledgeable in opening people up and seeing their organs on display. The people back at home were right, he's wrong. He's worse.

Skipping the second verse because it already goes over some of what I've discussed and well... That part, but I do want to discuss one lyric.

"If he wakes up, he'll show you what I'm talking about."

I have an image in my head of Abigail, the events of Hannibal playing out after her father cut her throat, and all she can think about is her brother. He'll see her on the news, he'll be here any moment now. To protect, like he had in the past. Unbeknownst to her, Adam is currently rotting away in some bathroom, his skeleton finally starting to show underneath decaying skin.

[orchidzflagz]

Tw: implied in sys abusive relationships and pseudo memories. Also mentions of paraphiliac disorders, intrusive thoughts, and implied forms of abuse

Theatre System/Alters

Name comes from the theatre masks (comedy and tragedy) I used in the flag.

Theatre alters are alters that, due to intrusive thoughts, paraphiliac disorders, or the abuse the system experience(s/d), are formed with or later gain abusive in sys relationships, and possibly related source memories. This alters nearly always come in pairs.

These relations can include but are not limited to: chiId/parent or general ince/stous relationships, physically abusive relationships, ped0philiac relationships, etc.

This alters can be split by Abuser and Abused (Cject and Tject based also on Comedy and Tragedy (though not implying the abuser is comedy, just associated with the smiling mask for differentiation).

Cjects can be repulsed by the pseudomemories or formed relationships and attempt to distance themselves, and Tjects can seek out the relationship and their Cjects. It honestly depends on the system.

All parties need help.

[askthealternateakis]

What Your Favorite MMFC Ship Says About You (Inspired By Eldena Doubleca5t)

Got bored and decide to make this for fun (andtofurtherputoffansweringasks) as I haven’t seen a post like this for any Mega Man iteration fandom, hope you all enjoy!

(Also, just a heads up, this isn’t meant to be an attack on anyone who ships any of the ships mentioned here, this is just meant to be a light-hearted joke, and as long as you don’t ship anything inc*stous, p*dophilic, or anything that romanticizes ab*se, I’m a-okay with it! And if your ship isn’t mentioned here, it’s because I couldn’t think of anything cool or funny to say for it. You’re more than welcome to come up with something for it in the reblogs though! I’d love to see what you all come up with!)

Aki x Ashley: Your ideal relationship dynamic is dumbass x smartass. Alternatively, you really like Spider-Man and/or Danny Phantom.

Suna x Bert: Your ideal relationship dynamic is girlboss x malewife.

Aki x Bert: You saw one of those memes where two bros have really tender homoerotic moments and you were like “yeah, I could probably get a pretty sizable amount of fanwork out of this premise”.

Suna x Ashley: Your ideal relationship dynamic is just girls being friends. Gals being pals.

Aki x Chaotique: Your ideal relationship dynamic is rivals to lovers and you think Chaotique is the best character in the show and possibly even the entire Mega Man franchise.

Suna x Chaotique: You like the dynamic of Aki x Chaotique, but you like Suna even more.

Daini x Chaotique: You’re either really into tsunderes, or really into bickering married couples. Or both. Alternatively, you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of trolling.

Bert x Chaotique: When you were a kid, your mom told you some kid was being mean to you because they like you and you never let go of that.

Aki x Ice Man: You think Ice Man is a precious cinnamon roll that deserves the world and you feel like the two of them would actually be pretty close once Ice Man manages to get all his issues resolved.

Suna x Ice Man: This is just the same joke as Aki and Ashley, but even more so and with even less screen time.

Daini x Ice Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Beauty and the Beast”, and whenever you see a really long fic tagged “hurt/comfort”, your eyes go wide because you know what you’re going to be doing until 3 am tonight.

Daini x Ashley: You ship Aki and Chaotique, but you also want good things for Daini. And really, who wouldn’t?

Dr. Light x Hypno Woman: You think Dr. Light can fix Hypno Woman and/or you shun “doing your mom” jokes in favor of “doing your dad” jokes. 

Fire Man x Wave Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is a bickering married couple, and there’s a high chance that you’ve noticed that they seem to be the two nicest members of Night’s army and you’ve never let that go.

Blasto Woman x Mega Mini: You’re always a sucker for height differences and/or you want a partner that not only can kick your ass, but will do so upon request.

Wood Man x Principal 100100: I can’t say for certain if you’re attracted to dads, but you’re definitely attracted to father figures.

Ice Man x Cut Man: You believe every uptight grouch needs a sweet ray of sunshine to balance them out, and/or they’re both your favorite characters so you thought the only logical thing to do was to pair them together. There’s also a possibility that you’ve gotten into at least one heated internet argument over whether the two of them are minors or adults.

Sgt. Night x Dr. Light: You’re obsessed with lore and/or have a crippling addiction to the “friends to enemies to lovers” trope.

Air Man x Drill Man: You believe the two of them are extremely underrated and will forever be bitter about the lack of fanworks about them, you’re a theater kid with family issues that relates to at least one of them, and there’s a possibility that you’ve had a crush on at least one Tumblr Sexyman.

Elec Man x Cut Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is a vaudeville comedy duo. Alternatively, you like the dynamic of Daini x Chaotique, but thought that they wouldn’t hate each other enough.

Dr. Light x Dr. Wily: You’re obsessed with lore, you think scientists are hot, and/or you will be making divorce jokes about them in every continuity they’re in until you draw your dying breath.

Chemistry Man x Ms. CHO: You’ve never seen an obsessive, heated rivalry that you didn’t think had at least a little bit of romantic tension. Alternatively, if you’re a fan of Man of Action’s other shows, you saw the chance to recreate whatever was going on with Dr. Psychobos and Azmuth in Omniverse and snatched it up as fast as you possibly could.

Dr. Light x Mrs. Light: You think shipping your OC with a canon character is a little too self-indulgent, but you REALLY want to ship your OC with a canon character.

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 12:15, 14.06.2024 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Ej mam teodhe problem bo chce zrobix dzisiaj 20k krorkow i fasta przy okazjii. Zrobilam 8k i strasznie krexi mi sie w gloqie, jest mi niedobrze, jestem cala blada i wstac n moge + mam ciarki. Pierwszy raz tak mam i trochę to straszne XDDDD myślę, że chyba fasta przerwe bo jednak kroki sa dla mnie wazniejsze (zwalsza że sb obuecalam ze tyle zrobię a jestem uparta i co by sie nie działo, zrobię te 20k) Przykro mi z powodu fasta ale no trudno, jakoś pociągnę jeszcze 3h i akurat bedzie 24.

Dodatkowo zwazylan sie dzisiaj bo wczoraj miałam binge i myslalam ze przytylam ale od tygodnia waga stou na 43.7 wiec przykro trochę. Zmierzylam tez uda, lydki, brzuch i talie i nic nie kompletnie nie zmienilo przez co czuje sie jeszcze gorzej....

Dobija mnie twz fakt, ze nawet wciągając brzuch nie widac mi żeber co chyba jest przez budowe ciala..pls myslixie, że z czasem coa sie zmieni czy raczej gowno z tym zrobię?