I Will Never Understand How Anti Shifters Exist🧍🏽‍♀️. Like You Literally Have The Ability

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(This gif of Lee Jung Jae with a baby is so cute♡(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡)

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Summary: In-ho, and Gi-hun if they had a family!

Plz Read: This is part one of the dad series! So, I'll be releasing two characters at a time. Next will be Thanos and Dae-ho!

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Hwang In-ho

୨୧ In-ho never saw himself as a father. What he did for a living was unsafe, and he was already pushing the limits by letting you break down his walls.

୨୧ He never understood how he got so lucky with you. He had always felt undeserving of love. But then you walked in, and everything changed. You made him feel worth something, like he belonged in this world.

୨୧ He was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with you. And to be honest, it scared the shit out of him. You were perfect. Wherever you walked, flowers bloomed behind you. Wherever you went, the sun beamed down.

୨୧ So he never expected you to accept him for his faults. When he first told you the truth about his job, you were taken aback (obviously). But you could see he wasn't proud of what he did, you knew he felt ashamed telling you the truth. And after a long night of deep discussion, you accepted it.

୨୧ After all, In-ho and the 'frontman' were two different people. And who were you to judge when you had a dark past of your own. You both saw each other for who you were, not broken people, but people with broken pasts. And you were able to pick each other up, sealing the cracks with kisses and tender love you both so desperately needed.

୨୧ So when he proposed, he couldn't even ask the full question before you engulfed him in a hug. Peppering him in kisses and repeated, "Yeses", until you both were a crying mess on the floor. Happy tears, of course.

୨୧ In-ho knew he was going to marry you from the gecko, he had been carrying a ring in his pocket since your first date (okay Jim Halpert). But what he didn't know was that only three months later, you'd be handing him a small box. A single pregnancy test sitting inside, resting on top of the cutest baby onesie he'd ever seen.

୨୧ You were scared at his lack of a reaction, his body sitting still as he held the test between his fingers. So many questions were running through his mind, his hands becoming increasingly sweaty as he thought about how he could possibly keep you and the baby safe from his double life.

୨୧ But as he communicated this, you took his hands in your own, giving him the much-needed reassurance he craved. It took a few months for his nerves to fully calm down and be replaced by excitement. This was his second chance to have a family, and he was determined to make it perfect.

୨୧ During your pregnancy, you did not lift a finger. Hungry? Here comes an entire menu door-dashed to your doorstep. Tired? There you are cradled in In-ho's arms. Need to shower? In-ho is already lathering your hair in the bath, your back resting against his chest.

୨୧ While going through your third trimester, you often find yourself staring in the mirror. Missing how your body looked when you could see your own feet, hating how your stomach was adorned with stretch marks. But you could never let your thoughts get to you. Not when your husband is constantly on his knees, worshipping you like a goddess.

୨୧ Not only were you beautiful, but you were carrying In-ho's future. Those marks on your skin only reminded him of how very soon a mini him would be held in his arms.

୨୧ And on the day you gave birth, In-ho did not leave your side once. He made sure the doctors and nurses catered to your every request, making sure your voice was heard. And after twelve hours of labor, In-ho was finally able to hold his baby. All 7 pounds and 6 ounces.

୨୧ You wish you could freeze the moment. Making sure to take as many mental pictures as possible while In-ho cradles your son in his arms. During the first night, In-ho did not sleep a wink. Every sound, every coo, every breath, he was by your baby's side. Reaching down into the bassinet, your son's tiny hand wrapped around his finger, it was the perfect image.

୨୧ And in that moment, In-ho felt complete.

୨୧ I think it's obvious to say that he would be a very protective dad, especially when it came to strangers. No, you can't touch his baby without asking. No, you can't kiss his forehead, it's flu season. He always pushed the stroller, making sure to have one hand on you too. His love for you only grew stronger each day, you had given him a family, a purpose. You were at the center of his universe.

୨୧ "Appa, I'm scared." In-ho felt the tiny hand in his grasp pull him down, the small face of his son peering up at him with big brown eyes.

His backpack weighed more than him, and his black hair fell in front of his face as he looked at his father, "What if the other kids don't want to be my friend?"

In-ho gave a small laugh, kneeling in front of his son as he brushed the hair from his eyes, "Su-ho, you are the strongest boy I know. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend, you'll be okay kiddo."

He fixed Su-ho's shirt, straightening it up and brushing off his shoulders, "Will you be here when I get out?" The small voice caused him to smile, his son peering into the school with curiosity.

In-ho took a moment to look at him, his prominent dimples reflecting your own, "I'll be right here. Waiting with mama and your sister, okay?" Su-ho looked at his dad, a small smile evident on his lips as he ran into his arms.

He held him close, taking in the moment. Truth be told, he was scared too. Kindergarten meant he was growing up, and that terrified him, "Be good okay?"

Su-ho gave one last look before running into the school, giving a small wave as he disappeared into the sea of Hello Kitty backpacks and Sesame Street lunch boxes.

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Seong Gi-hun

୨୧ You were a blessing in Gi-hun's life. You helped him in more ways than one, giving him sanctuary and care after going through hell at the games. You were patient with him, giving him time to grieve the loss of his friends. And you were the sole reason he rekindled things with his daughter, making his ass board the plane instead of turning around.

୨୧ You were the best thing to have ever happened to him. You gave him a reason to live, a reason to fight instead of letting his past consume him. He spent many nights in your arms, your hand absentmindedly running through his hair while making idle chatter. You'd stay like that until you both fell asleep, the comfort of each other's presence engulfing you in a safe bubble.

୨୧ It was on the first anniversary of Sang-woos death when he realized it. You had spent the night panicked, driving through Seoul trying to find your boyfriend. His phone was shut off, and you immediately thought the worst.

୨୧ When you found him outside of a convenience store, a half-empty bottle of soju sitting in front of him, your first instinct was to tell him off. But you didn't. Instead, you sat in front of him without a word, pouring a shot of soju into the small plastic cup. He watched you, watched how you joined him without question, watched how you shared his pain.

୨୧ That's when he realized he was going to marry you.

୨୧ Your wedding was perfect. Though, even if you and Gi-hun eloped, it would've been perfect. Just as long as it was him you were saying, "I do" to in the end. You didn't have a honeymoon, opting for your late-night talks in the comfort of your own home.

୨୧ You actually brought up the topic of kids first. Which, Gi-hun brushed off almost immediately. He was so scared of ruining things with you like he did with his ex-wife.

୨୧ So after one drunken night and one missed pill, you found yourself alone on your bathroom floor, a positive test sitting on the sink. You couldn't tell Gi-hun. You just couldn't. And even though you wanted a baby, you knew he didn't. And you respected that. So when those two lines popped up, you felt the word beneath you begin to shake.

୨୧ You fell asleep on the bathroom floor, having spent the evening picking your brain with a way to break the news to your husband. When Gi-hun returned from work, not finding you in your usual spot by the TV, he grew concerned. He called out your name, which remained unanswered, so he tried the bathroom.

୨୧ When he opened the door, he immediately ran to your body, shaking you as you slowly woke up. He had completely missed the test on the counter. But when you finally got the courage to tell him, he stilled.

୨୧ Doubts ran through your mind, "This was it. Things are ruined now, and things will never be the same. You might as well move out-" but the sudden feeling of Gi-hun cradling you close snapped you back to your senses. He placed a hand on the back of your neck, cradling you close as he started to cry, "I know this wasn't planned, but I promise everything will be okay."

୨୧ But, things weren't okay. They were perfect.

୨୧ Every morning, Gi-hun would wake up with his arm protectively over your stomach, mindlessly tracing shapes. He opened every door for you (which he would do already), and always made sure you were comfortable.

୨୧ While walking home from a date during your second trimester, you suddenly resented the black heels that pinched your feet. Gi-hun told you not to wear them, but you insisted, cramming your feet into shoes two sizes too small.

୨୧ But, Gi-hun being the perfect man he is, kneeled down and began to unlace his shoes. A confused look was evident on your face as he slipped them off and turned his attention to your heels. He untied the strap and took them off, slipping his shoes onto your sore feet before cramming his own into the heels.

୨୧ A laugh escaped your lips as he struggled to stand, reaching your hand out to support him. He brushed it away though, insisting on showing you his model walk. Which he did, just terribly.

୨୧ During the third trimester of pregnancy, it is very common to start nesting. And you often had packages being dropped off on your doorstep. The thing is, it wasn't your name on the package. It was Gi-hun's.

୨୧ You had a high chance of preterm labor, and to counter that, your doctor put you on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. Which bummed you out. You still had a whole nursery to finish decorating, clothes to order, and a crib to assemble. And if it wasn't for Gi-hun, it would have never gotten done.

୨୧ During your bed rest, you always found Gi-hun sitting on the couch, his nose buried in his iPad as he scoured through Amazon. But after hundreds and hundreds of packages later, you decided to put a child lock on the iPad, much to Gi-hun's demise.

୨୧ You had a daughter. A beautiful, healthy, baby girl who had your nose and Gi-hun's eyes. The second she was born, Gi-hun became a whole new man.

୨୧ It was like he unlocked a new level: 'Girl Dad'. Wherever he went, and whoever he met, he would show photos he'd taken of his daughter. Not only was his camera roll full of pictures, but he had filled his wallet with Polaroids as well.

୨୧ And as your daughter got older, Gi-hun knew the My Little Pony theme song by heart. Suddenly he didn't mind wearing princess dresses and tiaras, and glitter had become a staple in all his outfits. Girl dad Gi-hun was the best version of Gi-hun, in your opinion.

୨୧ He loved his little family.

୨୧ "Ohhh, so pretty!" The small toddler slowly walked down the stairs, careful to not trip over her dress. Her tiara was slightly too big, tilting as she bashfully spun around, showing off her princess dress.

She looked back up the stairs, the fairy wand held tightly in her hand, "Appa, your turn!" Your eyes peered up the stairs as your husband rounded the corner. A bright smile formed across your lips as you held back a laugh, covering your mouth while you watched your husband struggle down the stairs in his princess costume, "Mommy's laughing at me." He pointed to you, your daughter whipping around with her hands on her hips.

"Don't laugh! He looks pretty." She shakes her head with sass, waving her finger in emphasis. As you throw your hands up in defense, she turns back around to proudly clap as Gi-hun curtseys.

You whip out your phone, taking a picture as he fixes her tiara, "You're going to be late! The birthday party is in 15 minutes!" You hand Gi-hun a small gift bag while laughing as he flashes the plastic rings on his fingers.

"You laugh now but next time, this will be you." He motioned to his dress, whispering so your daughter wouldn't hear. You giggle before patting his butt and leaning against the doorframe as they walk down the porch, a content smile evident on your face.

You bring your hands up in front of your face, clicking your finger down as you take a mental picture.

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a/n: i have the fucking flu. but hey, i finally published this! yayayay. but yeah, this will be a series! i'll probs make a taglist. okie dokie love yall!

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what could have been

“In all timelines, in all possibilities

Only you can show me this.”

hamilton and shifting mixed 🤭🤭

me when i see someone give up on shifting:

I wanted to see Vi’s reaction to Cait’s dracula outfit but despite going to the commune wearing it, Caitlyn changed her outfit right before ambushing Vi in ep 6 🥲

May Lord Apollon always give light to you in your darkest moments.

May Lady Artemis assist you in forging your own path - the one least traveled.

May Lord Ares plant your feet on the ground and keep you steady.

May Lady Athena remind you of the power you wield to turn the tide in your favor.

May Lady Aphrodite smile back at you in your own reflection as a reminder of your worth.

May Lord Hephaestus encourage you to look back with pride at your own strength and resilience.

May Lord Hermes guide your steps when they're filled with uncertainty.

May Lady Persephone emphasize all of the beauty that exists in the world around you that has gone unnoticed.

May Lord Dionysus nurse your passion for life, celebrating even the smallest things with you.

May Lord Poseidon aid you in knowing when to assert yourself and when to go with the flow.

May Lady Hestia warm you on your coldest nights and shelter you from every storm.

May Lady Demeter keep your plate full and your cup overflowing.

May Lady Hera show you how to keep your head held high, even when the world heckles you.

May Lord Zeus raise your strengths and talents higher to prove to you how amazing you truly are.

May Lord Haides sit with you on days of worry and offer a grounding hand to hold.

SITUATION(S) DO NOT MATTER TO SHIFT

THE LOCATION YOU SHIFT IN DOESNT MATTER

the location you shift in DOES NOT MATTER you can shift on the toilet, in bed, on the bus, in the shower, etc. anywhere that you can stand, sit, or lay down you CAN shift in.

THE SOUNDS DONT MATTER

those dogs barking, water running, people talking, random noises. don’t matter in the slightest, you can shift within a second so what does it matter?

THE PHYSICAL FEELING DOES NOT MATTER

the type of bed sheets you have do not matter, your skin / limbs touching don’t matter, the chair your in doesn’t matter. nothing matters.

ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF SHIFT NOTHING ELSE

✶ things i learned from shifting. . . as someone who's shifted.

i , the hardest part is pretending it's hard : shifting is not a herculean task. it's not climbing everest barefoot or decoding the voynich manuscript. it's deciding you're done with the mundane and stepping into the divine. every time you say, "i can't shift," you're just playing a trick on yourself. a bit like insisting you don't know how to breathe until someone reminds you. (spoiler: you do.)

ii , time is a house of mirrors :  when you shift, you're not "leaving" this reality. you're just walking down another hallway. it feels linear until you turn, and suddenly you're face-to-face with yourself, or a version of you that's holding a cat and wearing thigh-high boots. time is bendy. it's pliable. it's like clay, in a way. it's an obedient servant if you tell it to be.

iii , belief is your first-class ticket :  you don’t need a spell, a potion, or a seven-step guide. you just need belief. conviction is the real magic here. call it delusion if you like. i call it decisive manifesting. and trust me, i've shifted while feeling like a hollow shell of a human. belief doesn’t have to roar.

iv , you can't outrun yourself : shift all you want, but the core of you, the you that laughs too hard, cries too often, and loves too much, comes along for the ride. your dr self isn’t some perfect barbie doll version of you. they're you, but in technicolour. the grass is greener, but you're still the one who's walking barefoot on it.

v , failing is still shifting :  every attempt you call a failure is still a step closer to mastering it. you don’t beat yourself up for dreaming weird dreams, do you? so why do it here? your mind’s just warming up, stretching its muscles. let it stumble. even if you "fail," you’re still playing the game, and that counts.

vi , nothing is as serious as it seems :  shifting is playful, silly, camp. you’re choosing realities where you’re a pureblood gryffindor or dating a young peter parker!! have fun with it. get deranged. be the girl who giggles when thinking about her dr instead of sulking. make it ridiculous and extravagant. you’re literally bending reality to your will. why not make it a soap opera?

vii , you’re never ‘too much' : the universe doesn’t care if you want to rule a kingdom or live quietly in a cottage by the sea. your desires are never too loud, too big, or too weird. you are expansive. your mind was built for this. ask for it all, then ask for more.

viii , shifting is a love letter to yourself :  it’s saying, "i believe in you," over and over, in different fonts, languages, and realities. it’s the grandest way to love yourself, to say you deserve the universe and every parallel one, too.

ix , reality is a suggestion, not a rule :  the same way you decide to wear eyeliner and not cry in it, you decide what’s real. you decide the boundaries, the limits, the laws. shift as easily as you breathe because that’s what it is: life, but on your terms.

x , trust the multiverse, and trust yourself :  the multiverse knows what it’s doing, but so do you. trust that you’re aligned with everything you’re seeking and that everything you’re seeking is also seeking you. it’s not just about waiting for the stars to align. . . it’s about knowing that you are the one aligning them. believe that the shift is already happening, because it is. all you have to do is show up for it.

now, stop doubting and go.

love these alternate dimensions

AU where Vi gets raised by Silco after s1e3 loosely based on the initial drafts..

always wished they got to interact normally in canon (where they weren't at each other's throats lol)