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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 1 year

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You've Got Another Thing Coming

Pairing: ModernDayRockstarEddieMunsonxReader

Request: This is for one of my very favorite people and a supporter of mine from damn near day one when I first posted a book on Wattpad @mmunson86 I hope I did your request justice BB! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Alright not me jumping into this right away with a request buut whenever you can can you do a one shot of Eddie Munson x reader but modern day?

Eddie is a rockstar & reader is his wife/the bands personal hair stylist

Okay soooo here we go he is in a meeting for an upcoming tour, and she is back in the hotel lounging around , he has not seen her most of the day so he starts to text sexting her , sooo she takes it a step further and sends him a very suggestive picture, when i tell you this man is ready to bolt out the door!🤣

He tells her that he is going to destroy her & she keeps testing him till he gets back to their hotel room and does exactly that this man destroys her shoot even calls her names is rough ( obvi its consensual & that's what she wanted from him) after they are done maybe some fluff🥹🤍

18+ ONLY

Eddie rolled his neck, drumming his fingers on the top of the long table, trying not to tune out as everyone around him talked lighting, stage set-up, whether there should be a fog machine or not. They were starting a new tour in four months and he’d been told he had to attend this meeting but he never understood what he was here for. He played music. He didn’t care if the lights were LEDs or if they tried some new spotlight during his guitar solo.

Slyly, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He hadn’t seen you all day and he could just picture you in his mind right now, spread out in that King sized hotel bed in those tiny shorts and that soft cami that concealed nothing, perfect little nipples pressing against the silky material as you relaxed, probably watching some serial killer documentary that you found. Damn, he’d be much more useful in that bed with you than sitting in this conference room.

Getting an idea, he opened the text thread with you, tongue darting along the side of his mouth as he typed.

Hey princess, relaxing and enjoying the quiet?

No. I’m reading and I want you in this bed next to me.

Oh yeah? Reading some of your smutty shit again?

Yeah, and now I’m all turned on and there’s no one here to take care of it but me.

Eddie grinned, nibbling his bottom lip. Fuck, how long was this meeting going to take? He raised his head every now and again, nodding and smiling, trying to appear like he was invested in whatever the hell they were talking about now but he was far more invested in this text conversation.

Aww, sweetheart. You need me to make you feel good? You want my fingers deep inside that pretty little pussy?

Yeah. I need you, baby. My fingers just aren’t the same, Eddie. I try closing my eyes and imagining it’s you but it’s not enough.

Eddie’s head jerked back as a photo came through. He growled low, deep in his throat. You were on your back on the bed, hair fanned around you on the pillow, those little shorts gone, your own fingers buried within you. He could see those perfect nipples through the silk of the tank but your eyes…Jesus Christ, you were giving him your best fuck me eyes and he was instantly hard as granite, shifting slightly in his chair, trying to allieve the pressure. His eyes darted to the door. Would anyone really care if he just left? They couldn’t stop him if he just ran. What the hell was he even here for?

Fuck princess, I am going to destroy that pussy when I get back.

Promise?

Another picture came through. Eddie’s lips pressed together, suppressing the groan that so badly wanted to come out of him. You were on all fours, your legs spread apart just enough to give him the perfect view of your pink pussy all ready for him. You looked over your shoulder at the camera, eyes inviting him.

Are you sure you want to keep playing this game, sweetheart? This meeting is going to end sometime.

I’m dripping wet, baby. I need to come. If you don’t get here soon, I might have to finish without you.

In the third picture, you were on your back again, spread open, but with your vibrator in your hand, an amused smile on your lips.

Don’t you fucking dare. You put that away and lie there like a good girl until I get there and then I am going to make you come so hard, you’ll still be feeling the aftershocks for days.

Promises…promises…I just don’t know if I can wait…

“Alright, so I think we have this all settled. It all sounds great guys,” Eddie said, jumping up from his chair. “Really good meeting. Tour is going to be awesome. Thanks everyone.”

He practically sprinted from the conference room, through the lobby, and to the elevator. His cock was throbbing, eager to get up to the room so he could follow through. Eddie knew what you wanted when you got all bratty like this and he was more than happy to give it to you. The elevator took forever but finally the doors opened and he ran down the hallway.

Using his keycard, he slammed the door open, hearing the buzz of your little toy. He walked around the corner to find you with that subpar mechanical replacement for him pressed against your clit. You moaned, eyes closed, and he stood watching, running his finger over his lower lip. The door closed audibly and your eyes popped open, catching sight of him.

“I thought I told you to put that sorry excuse for pleasure away,” he said warningly.

“You were taking too long,” you replied, spreading your legs further, giving him more of a show. “And I was so horny, baby.”

“That’s because you’re a needy little slut.” Eddie grabbed the vibrator, throwing it across the room. He grabbed her jaw tightly, tilting her head back. “I told you, I’m the only one who makes you come. Say it.”

“Not when you’re not here,” you said, testing him, challenging him, wanting to push him as far as you could.

Eddie’s free hand cupped your pussy and you released a long, low moan, hips rolling toward him as your body tried to get what it really craved. A slap sounded as he smacked your pussy roughly, his other hand keeping it’s tight grip on your jaw.

“You want me to take care of you?” You nodded, your head barely moving in the grip he had on it. “Then be a good girl and say it,” he hissed, lips right next to your ear.

“You’re the only one who makes me come,” you whimpered.

“That’s what I thought,” Eddie stated, keeping your pussy cupped in his hand but applying no pressure anywhere you needed it. “I was in a very important meeting and you sent me those dirty photos? Those perfect little nipples all hard, pointing at me, just begging for my teeth.”

His hands came to the straps of your cami, appearing to pull them gently down your arms, but then he gave a forceful tug, ripping the entire top in half and the fabric fell away. His thumbs came to each achingly hard bud, running gently over them back and forth before pinching them both harshly and twisting until you squeaked.

“That’s right. Naughty little whores have to take their punishment before they get what they want. Now, you’ve left me with a painfully hard cock, princess. You’re going to need to fix that.”

You moved to sit up but he shook his head. Eddie made quick work of his belt, pants, and shirt before moving to the bed. He spun his finger and pointed and you knew what he wanted. Maneuvering yourself, you laid across the bed, your head hanging off the edge. His throbbing length hung over your face, wet with pre-cum that you could see gathered along the slit. Your head bobbed up, gathering the sticky substance on your tongue and he hissed in appreciation before roughly grabbing your jaw again.

“That’s a start. Now, open that pretty mouth for me so I can give it a proper fucking.”

You obeyed, opening your mouth and he thrust, sending his cock straight to the back of your throat, gagging you. But this wasn’t gentle Eddie, the boyfriend who was concerned, the one who would ask sweetly if you were okay. This was feral Eddie, the Eddie who took what he wanted from you and your center was aching for all that was to come because this had been your intention from the moment you sent that first photo. He fucked your mouth, watching the tears stream down your face, his hands roughly grabbing your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples until you were a whimpering mess.

“That’s my good little whore. Take it all, baby. Can’t be so bratty when your mouth is stuffed with my cock, can you?”

Eddie slapped your tits, causing you to jump and squeal as he hit the back of your throat again and again. His dirty talk ceased, replaced with grunts and groans and you knew he was close. He always lost the ability to form coherent thoughts when his orgasm was upon him. He thrust once more and your mouth filled with his release. You closed your lips around his cock until he was through, swallowing every last drop.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” he gasped, dark locks plastered to the sides of his face and forehead. “Good girls get rewarded.”

Then he was spinning your body, lifting your legs up, draping them over his shoulders, the crooks of your knees balanced on him, your pussy in front of his mouth. You gasped as he dove in like a man starved, his tongue pressing into your entrance, his nose moving over your clit as he shook his head back and forth.

“Fuck!” you cried, gripping the sheets tightly in your fingers.

Eddie’s hands gripped your ass, pressing into the supple flesh, and you were helpless beneath them, this position allowing you no purchase to do a damn thing but go along for the ride. His mouth traveled away from your center, teeth biting into the tender skin of your inner thighs, marking you. You gasped, digging your heels into his back, back arched in pleasure, body quaking with need.

“You’re so pretty when you’re so needy,” he growled, grinning down at you before he took your clit between his lips, turning his head from side to side, taking it with him, pulling at it painfully but fuck, it was so damn good. “See? This is what good girls get. Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded helplessly, a chorus of mumbling moans falling from your lips as his tongue began flicking over your clit, up and down, side to side, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm you’d been craving since you’d sent him that photo.

“Oh, my princess is close. I can feel it,” Eddie crooned, his tongue running from your clit to your entrance and back again. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

“Fuck!” you screamed, your body shaking, Eddie gripping your hips so you didn’t collapse with the force of your release.

You gasped for air, but didn’t have time to process anything before he was maneuvering you again, twisting your body and propping you up on all fours. You moaned, prepared for his cock, shocked when you felt two fingers press into you, curling, exploring. He hit that perfect spot and you cried out.

“Oh yeah, there it is,” Eddie breathed, his other hand coming around to find your breast, this time massaging it gently, his fingers rolling your sore nipple tenderly, always knowing exactly what you needed. “I’m not done with you yet. I promised you aftershocks, baby.”

“Shit…” you whimpered, rocking your hips back against him, grinding yourself against his hand as he continually hit that sweet, spongy place that had you seeing goddamn stars.

“What were you thinking using a vibrator?” he asked, his hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. “You’re going to throw that pointless fucking toy away, aren’t you?”

“Yes…yes…” you gasped, your body already racing toward your second orgasm of the night.

“That’s right. You don’t need it, princess. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yes…I…oh…fuck…fuck…fuck!” you screamed as you rode out the next high. Your body was covered in sweat, every muscle trembling, feeling like it was ready to give out. You collapsed forward on the bed but Eddie’s hand came under your stomach, propping you back up.

“Oh no. You started this, you dirty little whore and you’re going to finish it with me like the good girl I know you can be,” he growled, those ring clad hands wrapping over your hips. “I’m not done with you yet, princess.”

A cry of pleasure ripped from your lungs as his cock thrust into you from behind. Eddie drove into you relentlessly, fast and hard, your skin audibly smacking against one another. He groaned above you as you dropped to your forearms, your face pressed into the mattress.

“Fuck, yes, take every single inch of me,” he commanded, his hand snaking around your hips and between your legs, coming once again to your dripping center. “Come on, pretty girl, I know you have one more in you. You’ve come on my tongue and my fingers and now I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Eddie, fuck baby, that feels so good…oh shit…I’m so close…”

“I know you are. I can feel it, pretty girl, the way your pussy just swallows me up, fits me like a fucking glove. Shit, I crave this goddamn pussy like I crave a nicotine fix,” he growled, fingers moving over your clit, determined to get you there before him.

He pressed down on your back with his free hand, causing your legs to spread just a bit wider. The position had his cock pressing against that spot again. He was like a fucking sorcerer, the way he always managed to find it. His fingers continued working your center, moving over your clit, so sensitive now it was almost painful.

“Fuck yes baby!” he groaned loudly as you screeched, fingers clawing at the sheets as you came for the third time. As your walls pulsed around him, pulling him tighter, he quickly followed, hands gripping your hips again for purchase as he thrust through his release.

You felt as his cock slipped out of you, your body collapsing to the bed, spent but so damn satisfied your skin felt like it was humming. You jumped when you felt something between your legs again but it was just a warm, damp towel. Eddie gently turned you over, cleaning you up, his lips pressing soft kisses over your belly, your hips, your thighs as he did so.

You lay, eyes closed, exhausted, feeling as if you couldn't move, didn’t want to move. But then his arms were gathering you up, carrying you. Opening your eyes, you saw he had started a bath in the massive jacuzzi tub. He set you down inside, stepping in behind you and pulling your back up against his chest. Fingertips trailed lightly up and down your arms, his lips pressing against your hair, cheek, jaw, just under your ear.

“Such a good girl…” he praised softly. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No,” you breathed, melting against him, completely relaxed between the feel of his body and the warm water. “That was so fucking incredible.”

“Mmm…I agree.” His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty fond of you too,” you teased and he splashed you gently with water before burying his face in your neck, peppering it with kisses.

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strawberrycircuits · 1 year

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Hey I know this is a slightly older post but!!! https://www.tumblr.com/strawberryrosewood/712994275545202688/quite-literally-every-detail-i-could-find-on-my

So like...the shot with Wally's hand on the book. I can actually answer some questions about this!!!

1. That page and the question come from an ask from Clown's Tumblr, so while we get no explanation for where the mentioned voice itself came from, it's just kinda. Meant to be the ask. But in a more direct character interaction way

2. I think Wally's response is like that because he's taking the opening of the question literally. Since it starts with "May I" he's basically saying "yes you may". No idea what the "hope this helps" was supposed to be about though. Maybe like....yes you may ask this or that but THAT is also the wisdom itself??? Dunno

Anyway. Pardon my brainrot

aagh i kept meaning to answer this </3

GOSH yeah that makes it make more sense. also ur probably right abt it being a silly joke but ?@?#,$*$?$ man im so insane about theorizing for this thing idk. it still Rubs Me The Wrong Way /neu but i have been overthinking the hell out of everything in the site (you have no idea how insane i am about eddie dear and his role in things you dont wanna fucking know) so its probably my brain worms more than anything Actually Intended

ppl have been pointing out some instances of cut off text like that (another instance is the 1st image of the newspaper in the recovered media slideshow) and i have Thoughts about how Wally interacts with the viewer in the context of both the show and the horror aspects and it makes me go insane. buut ya that image is probably not much on its own

ty for givin me ur thoughts man !!! i have been thinkin abt WH a lot more since i made that poast so a lot of my speculations are very . eh. there lmao

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single-malt-scotch · 2 years

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hrmmm hrmm thinking about minecraft and roleplaying and d&d.

i mentioned it before i think in a post but i DO love roleplay actually, i love roleplaying overall- my lack of appeal w recent rp in things like hermitcraft more so comes from the fact theyre aimed at being family friendly/for kids (and that they dont really make "characters" to separate from themselves) buut also i kinda wonder how much any folk doing this stuff thinks of their role as a 'dm' of sorts. this isnt to say everyone needs to take such a organized role, but as the interest in minecraft SMP storytelling increases, i do wonder more if anyone would tackle this with more organization, bc I often feel like it lacks that and it's why I don't hold interest in it.

honestly i cannot deny that i would looove to be in charge of story telling in a setting like a minecraft server. if i had people to play with id get so into the idea of directing a general story. but thats the one thing i realize- many SMPs that i see that are popular dont have much direction in this regard, and theres many times where story pops up and fizzles out with no ending because... there was no goal in mind.

RPing is complicated while it is improv, in setting like D&D and other group settings, its likely someone is in charge of the overall direction. or its what would be recommended, because without proper planning for the long term, you lose the plot unless everyone involved is capable of winging it very very well.

personally id love to see someone tackle an SMP with the same intention as tackling a normal D&D campaign... not to say they need dice roles or NPCs planned out but, i think theres a big lack of management in some SMPs that reach for very ambitious ideas and that can often be their downfall/what causes stories to stay unfinished or forgotten.

not everyone needs to make an SMP like that, im just saying id enjoy seeing someone use minecraft as a D&D sandbox tbh. and i think of LOM because i think thats what Rob kinda went for before deciding minecraft wasnt the platform he wanted. he went on to DM multiple campaigns of D&D with his friends and they were all very well done-- if hed done it in minecraft too i wouldnt been all over it still! funny enough the only other thing that came to mind while writing this was Shadow of Israphel which felt very D&D-ish with the fact there were NPCs, but it was also heavily scripted- still, it hits a lot of the marks when it comes to storytelling in minecraft.

its hard to draw the line though, since RPing can get quite intense on a certain scale. i wouldnt want to see heavily scripted super serious plot all the time. but i do feel like one issue i have had is seeing improv RP from random players can really deviate the tone across the server and videos. Like, to see some people engaging in the Hermitcraft s8 plot while some are just... not at all? kinda awkward. it feels like im watching someone put on a crazy LARP constume while other people are just sitting in casual wear minding their own business. and i have to decide one of those doesnt exist - and i feel like the same is kinda happening with hermitcraft s9 too now with ren being king and all. its also why i completely ignore some players on the Life series bc i was immediately slapped with them putting on a roleplay-ish persona that just did not feel along side the people i watched. even some bits in the middle of videos i skipped past just to not see it lol.

so yeah idk what im saying here other than.... RP is cool, love it! would love to see more RP focused SMP where perhaps... 1) everyone was actually into it so it didnt feel awkward between different tones of playing 2) there was more organization, perhaps treated more like D&D dming, in order to not lose plot lines when they do happen. it would be great too, as it would help keep everyone tied together, having a proper dm figure would help so no one gets left out tbh. 3) i also just hate the family friendly vibes sorry thats what im missing most.

and admittedly i loved dming a 20-30 member RP when i did it on discord. kinda wanna run a rp focused smp now, whoops

#also dont intend to sound like im dissing on anyone's rping btw #i actually think grian is really great at his planning and i know he doesnt other similar things too #in the end my lack of interest on that regard is just the tone lol

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81scorp · 3 years

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My top 7 movies of 2016 (and a bonus)

Hey kids! Its that time again! That day you`ve all been waiting for, when I talk about the movies I`ve seen in the cinema and rank them according to my own personal taste and bias!

Except this year there were some... complications. You might have heard about something called the corona virus, a pandemic and stuff like that.

This year I only had time and opportunity to see one movie in the cinema, not enough material to make a list of as you can see. So instead I`ll give you a list of the movies I saw in 2016! Now, if you`re wondering if I`ll do a list of all the movies I saw in 2015 I`ll have to dissapoint you.

I didn`t start keeping track of my movie going experiences until 2016.

(One of these movies came out 2015, and it even came to the cinemas in my country that year but I didn`t get to see it until 2016, so that`s why it`s on this list.)

M`kay? M`kay.

7: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

Zack Snyder is good at making a movie look good but he is not a good story teller.

Man of steel had some shortcomings, but surely Snyder would learn from that and do better in the next movie that would help build the DCEU and lead up to Justice league, right?

Nope. Batman kills, Supes is sad, just like most of this movie, and I can`t really take Eisenbergs Lex seroius as a villain.

But atleast Wonder woman is not in the movie long enough for them to screw up her character, so there`s always that.

Overstuffed, not strong enough to live up to it`s own ambitions and uses up all the big guns in it`s climax instead of saving them for later movies. Snyder was not the right guy for these movies. He`s better suited for telling his own stories than others.

6: Suicide Squad

This one gets a better spot than BvS because I like it. I like that Batman was allowed to be Batman this time and not another one of Snyder`s broken antiheroes who are appearently obligated to kill people just because the plot says so. I like that we were introduced to characters that aren`t Batman, Superman or Wonderwoman for a change, the DC comics universe does have more characters than those three after all. I like that they weren`t afraid to introduce magic into the DCEU. I like that Harley Quinn, a character with potential, finally appeared on the big screen.

But the keyword here is "like". Just because you like something doesn`t mean that it`s good.

The plot is admittedly a mess. A mess I could follow, but still a mess. Some consider this movie worse than BvS because that movie at least had ambitions while this does not. Yeah but this was fun, and without ambitions it had one less area where it could fail.

Buut that`s not really an argument in it`s favor.

5: Dr Strange

I feel bad putting it this close to Suicide Squad on the list becuse it is much better than that.

Pretty standard MCU quality. Does not dissapoint but doesn`t excel either.

"Iron Man but on LSD" is an accurate description of the plot but also a very generalizing way of describing the movie. Cool set pieces, original ideas and a clever climax makes it different enough from most of the other chapters in the MCU saga churned out by the giant Marvel movie factory.

4: Star Wars: the force awakens (2015)

I didn`t ask much from the new Star Wars movies. I only wished for two things: Don`t mention Jar Jar or midichlorians.

Besides avoiding those obvious mistakes the movie also had good acting, likeable characters capable of delivering non-wooden dialogue, sets that weren`t completely CGI`d and a pretty engaging scene between Han Solo and Kylo Ren. Sure, it played it a little too safe by borrowing more than a few plot points from A new hope but other than that it did what a Star Wars movie should do.

3: Deadpool

The basic spine of the plot is not very innovative and a little old fashioned: boy meets girl, boy loses girl to kidnappers, boy gets superpowers and rescues girl. But what sets this apart from other movies that have used the same formula is the execution. It has a lot of comedy, raw violence and some self aware fourth wall breaking.

R rated superhero comicbook movies are few and rare. R rated superhero comicbook movies that break the fourth wall are even rarer, and thats what makes this movie intersting.

2: Captain America: Civil War

The MCU has always had a little problem with sequels. A few examples are Iron man 2 and 3 and Thor the dark world. Here`s were the Captain America movies are a golden exception.

Captain America: Civil war did not surprise me as much as Captain America: Winter soldier but it still gave me something to sink my teeth into.

It gives both sides good and understandable reasons to fight for the things they believe in and it introduced two new characters in a way that felt like it helped the plot instead of cluttering it.

It gives you some "Hell Yeah!" moments but also someting to think about.

And now...

Drumroll please.

My number one pick for 2016 iiis...

1: Zootopia

As usual, the movie that gets the number one spot on my list is an animated one that knows how to tug at my heart strings. I like when a movie gets me to feel someting but to get the number one spot on my list a movie needs to do a little more than that, and that`s what this movie did. It made me feel and it made me think.

Some tears, some laughs and a little commentary on todays society.

Here`s where my list would normally end, but this year hasn`t exactly been normal. Before I get to the one movie I actually saw in the cinema this year I`m gonna list some of the movies I planned to see this year but didn`t get the chance to.

Wonder Woman 1984

Onward

Sonic the hedgehog (I did see this one in 2020. On DVD. It was adequate.)

Scoob!

Birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one Harley Quinn

The New Mutants

(Black Widow used to be on this list but since it got delayed to 2021 I couldn`t keep it on my 2020 list.)

And now...

Drumroll please... again.

The only movie that I saw in the cinema in 2020 iiis...

Jojo Rabbit (2019)

It is late world war two, we follow Johannes "Jojo" Bretzler, a 10 year old boy who believes in the nazi ideals so much that he has Adolf Hitler himself as an imaginary best friend.

Just when you think that we have made all the movies we can about WWII this movie shows that there are still are a few angles left that we haven`t tried.

Jojo Rabbit shows us not just how dangerous, but also how immature nazism is. The worst kind of immaturity, the kind that lacks any kind of selfawareness and believes that it is dead serious.

If I could to sum up this movie in three words they would be: Important, serious and funny.

And that`s my list, feel free to disagree.

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Deviation nr: 142

Written Stuff nr: 35 I usually post these lists at the beginning of the new year instead of at the end of the old one. But this year there was no point in waiting for any late December releases (for obvious reasons). I had already seen all the movies I could see. Let`s hope that next year is better.

#movies #review #list #2016 #2020

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tbh-entp · 5 years

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Heya! How did you figure out you're Ne-Ti and not Ti-Ne? I can't for the life of it, get behind myself in that regard. Ne is so hard to pin down for me, for some reason. And it really is bothering me.

Hey! So for me, this has always been suuuper straightforward-- ironically, I tend not to get along very well with INTPs so the differences between us (to me) screams out at me all of the time. There’s a guy in my lab now who’s an INTP, and I don’t know, they just don’t rub me the right way. Specifically the subset of engineer INTPs, to be fair. (There’s another ENTP in my office who gets along with this guy just fine-- I think it’s because my Fe is so strong and I seem to only find INTPs with no regards/or ability to read other people... drives me crazy)

On a more objective side, I”ll go through some differences between us, and perhaps that’ll help you out!

Ne-Ti vs. Ti-Ne: What’s happening there?

The way I think of this is that Ne-Ti is read from outside, and then analyze, form opinions, principles

Ti-Ne is have opinions, principles, theory and apply them to what’s being observed

So Ne-Ti is like... see a shirt, try to knit a similar shirt

Te-Ni is like, knit a shirt, try to fit the shirt onto someone

i don’t know why this is the metaphor that came up but i’m not deleting

I find that ENTPs take a looong time to form opinions on things because we’re constantly taking in information, modifying how we think or understanding a new perspective, and then taking in new information.

We’re very... modify-able

It has its ups and downs because our morals can be questionable, and sometimes we have to form opinions...

But also tend to be v. open minded

We make the non-logical, logical, anything is up for analysis

INTPs have opinions that they’ve logically thought out and formed, and they test them out on the real world only after they’ve been formed. They spend a long time ruminating on their thoughts, and they’re often very logically sound.

Less changeable/open-minded-- which can definitely be good because they know what they think, and they’ll say what they mean

I mean they are open-minded, but only to facts that are sold to them the right way

Not as open as ENTPs (lol keep in mind I’m an ENTP writing this, so relatively we take the open-minded cake)

But can be a bit inflexible if they think something is illogical... or if they don’t follow the logic

They’re not interested in plotless brainstorming like ENTPs are.

Interactions w/ people

ENTPs have stronger Fes.

Although it’s not one of our dominant or secondary functions, ENTPs often end up w/ very strong Fes-- sometimes it’s debilitating (i.e. Ne-Fe loop)

AKA ENTPs can read other people pretty well. We can use it for good or for evil, but the point is, we’re often pretty in tuned with others

We might not know how to react (as discussed in some very recent posts), but we know what’s going on.

Also in order to be funny or clever by any means you have to be able to read your crowd

INTPs aren’t on the other-people game

They’re not here to play with other people’s feelings or manipulate others by any means

They tend to say what they mean and have little interest in social rules if it doesn’t pass their logical test

My findings

Both types accidentally insult other people (whoops)

But more often INTPs struggle with this... they are so so logical and they say what they mean and often aren’t as good at regarding a whole picture or considering that there is more data that they haven’t yet seen.

They try to be sure before they make decisions though. Also, they tend to second-guess themselves a lot when they’re not sure... so there’s a lot of thinking going on up there.

ENTPs do this as well, buut we are better at recognizing when we do this and modifying (we may not squash it out completely because still, we are logical-ass cats), but or nature is to respond to what we’re reading from others, so we do adjust accordingly.

ENTPs will also be actively incorrect. Last night I was arguing a point and said Spotify is an American company to further my cause... INFJ knew it was Swedish so he called me out. An INTP wouldn’t be caught dead in this situation

INTPs are more reserved and quiet; ENTPs have their secrets but we’ll say what we’ve got to say

The guy in my office sometimes whispers in meetings because he’s so shy.

I’ve repeated what he’s said much louder as an effort to help him...... (not sure if it was insensitive of me but I mean, if you want to be heard you have to make noise, you know?)

But ENTPs talk and work out their wrong theories out loud and with the addition of continuous input and change

INTPs work out all of their theories in their heads and then share them after these thoughts have been well marinated

Both are chameleons, but different types

INTPs blend because they’re good at mirroring others

They talk when they need to talk, and they won’t when they don’t need to.

BUT when required, they can mirror what they see and take what they observe as their own actions

This drains them out p. fast

ENTPs blend because we read our environment and kind of take control so that we stay interested

When we’re surrounded, we’ll try to read the crowd, and throw in some stuff to keep it interesting for us

But many times we can be the life of the party without really wanting to be

otherwise, I find we just detach

Also p. draining

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Well. I had the bulk of this written before ASPR and the more recent episodes and added the details of the alcove later (in this kind of sandstone, alcoves are everywhere because that’s just how sandstone erodes; it’s porous and weakly-cemented grains get washed out a lot faster and allows gravity to let the sandstone fall away in chunks), after I’d actually been inside one. Then ASPR happened and I stepped away from this for, well, up to now because posting it right now feels like it’s reactionary.

Buut, I gotta post something to make up for my post-ASPR malaise. So here we go. Mist/e1!Peri because people like them for some reason. All photos are my own, taken a few weeks ago on a wild and expensive adventure, and the mention of the compulsion was added shortly after ASPR. This is rough and unbeta’d and I’m still not sure if I should post it on AO3 because I don’t want to look like I’m bitter or anything.

It was getting to be that time of year again. Clouds collected, low and heavy in the sky. They were of that dark grey-blue color of unpolished injector alloy that contrasted so well against the red sandstone formations that seemed to proliferate around Facet Nine. The air was dense and humid in that way that was almost stifling. Somewhere in the distance was the rumble of thunder.

Mist loved this time of year. Sure, they had to move the injectors lest they be swept away in the ensuing flash floods, but it was always worth the work because it was something else to do with Peridot. They set the injectors to climb to the tops of the cliffs and waited in the shuttle until the rains were over. She liked to listen to the drumming of hard rains against the hull and breathe in the smell of wet sandstone wafting in from the vents Peridot left open for her. It smelled like absolution.

Perhaps that was a side-effect of Peridot's little ritual cleaning of her gem. Once Mist had gotten comfortable with it, it felt a little like the layers of her life being washed away and replaced with something a little more clean and pure. Like little bits of her previous owners being washed out of her gem.

Peridot wanted to do something different this year. They programmed the injectors to climb earlier than usual and left the Beta Kindergarten area to follow the river. Peridot could have shifted the altitude higher and zipped straight to their destination, but she seemed to enjoy weaving along the cliffs and towers that marked the sides of the great red river that wound its way through miles of ancient seabeds and deserts compressed into sandstone by the weight of eons.

At some point past the parts where the river wound into tight bundles like serpents, Peridot left the water-carved path and went south to another valley of monumental sandstone spires and buttes reaching to the sky. She rounded the shuttle around a mesa and parked before a couple of alcoves set into cliffs.

The clouds were denser and heavier out here and threatened to break into rain at any time, and still Peridot disembarked from the shuttle and offered Mist her hand to help her down. It was one of those old-fashioned gestures Peridot retained long after most gems forgot about such things, and Mist found it hopelessly charming. Mist slipped her hand in Peridot's and couldn't quite suppress the smile that threatened to split her face.

"I found this place in one of the probe records," Peridot began. Mist's hand settled in the crook of her elbow in that way that had quickly become a comfortable habit. Peridot's other hand patted hers as she led the way past the flood zone and into the alcove. It was a nearly perfect bowl carved into the rock by countless years of floods, and the alcove wasn't quite as dark as it should have been.

Then Peridot stopped on a patch of sand and rock that was brighter than the rest and gave her that light, hesitant little half-smile. Curious, Mist looked up. And up. And gasped as she realized that a round skylight had been shaped right in the very middle of the alcove. The rim was just a little too ragged to be gem-made and resembled a waxing moon more than a true circle, and the dark stains of desert varnish were too uneven to be intentional.

"Oh," she finally managed. The rippling underbelly of those dark clouds was framed by the shadowed rim of the skylight. It must be spectacular in the daylight.

Peridot's nervous little smile expanded into a more confident grin. "I thought you might like to watch your monsoons in a different setting this time around."

Mist turned to view the entrance. While the entrance was cradled by sandstone walls, she could still see a bit into the distance. Enough to enjoy the show, anyway. Peridot's shuttle was hidden behind one of those walls and impossible to see from her vantage point. She turned and settled into Peridot's side, and she was sure her eyes were sparkling. "It's lovely! But there's more, isn't there?" There was always more when Peridot decided to drop everything and take her somewhere nice without an explanation beforehand.

Peridot led her to a particularly even, level lip of stone and gestured for Mist to sit next to her. Mist never minded the gestures, not when they came from Peridot. She settled next to her Peridot and waited, curious.

"I talked to a couple of older moonstones who had been in service since the, ah, advent of pearl production. There's no guarantee that it will work because you were made after the change in pearl production, but. Well. I thought it was worth a try." Peridot looked a little uncomfortable, as she always did when the subject of pearls and their role in society came up. Mist didn't know how to reassure her, or even if she should. "There's a form I need to file, but I'll have to go to the first colony to do so. They didn't think I should risk doing it myself from here. Not while there's a war on and every missive and network access is monitored. And, ehm. Words. *That* I thought should be done formally."

The sky rumbled ominously in the middle of the final word. Faintly she was aware that there were soft pats of rain against the sand. They fell in heavy, erratic drops, one after another. Then two after one, then quadruple that and so on until she couldn't count the gap between drops anymore.

"I don't understand."

Peridot reached behind her neck to rub at the gem set at its base; it was an old, self-comforting habit that she was hardly ever aware of. "Well, ah. I know we had that talk a while back about you being free and agreeing that I can't really *give* you your freedom. This is simply a formality."

Mist blinked, not quite able to parse what she was hearing. "Formality?"

"Yes. Um." Peridot stood and wrung her hands for a moment before straightening like she always did when she lectured. She waved at a recording device set nearby to activate it. Mist hadn't noticed before now. "I, Peridot Facet-1F Cut-2AA, Blue Diamond colony 1, surrender ownership of Trapiche Emerald Facet-4B7 Cut-6BR Pearl 2. This is retroactive up to Homeworld date 10.3.19.18.3.0.0.1, the date in which I was given ownership of this pearl. With the completion and filing of the Voluntary Surrender of Personal Property Form P.O. 87S after this war is over with, you are a free gem."

The sky cracked so loudly that she could feel the sandstone vibrate underneath her. Rain fell through the skylight in a great torrent, pooled a few feet in front of her, and drained out of the alcove.

Every word made sense individually. She could sort of string them together, but it felt so unbelievable that they didn't quite make sense. None of the other pearls had ever mentioned anything like this. It seemed too good to be true. Surely it didn't really *mean* anything.

"Give me an order," she said at last, faintly. The compulsion had always been faint with Peridot, during the few times Peridot needed her to do something. Most of the time she simply did what Peridot asked because it was something to do, or because Peridot was working and needed a tool or an extra hand, and nothing Peridot had ever asked of her was intended to hurt.

Peridot watched her consideringly, and her hands drifted together in that way that showed her discomfort with the subject. They wrung once, twice, and finally Peridot replied; "Ple--, er. Bring me some of that rainwater."

The sky cracked again, breaking the long silence that followed. There was no twinge of compulsion, nothing that might have urged her to stand and obey. The rain still fell uninterrupted.

Thankfully she was already sitting, or she would have been floored. "Could you try again?"

Peridot's hands tightened together, but the order came quicker this time. "Step outside, collect some rainwater in your hands and bring it to me."

There was still no twinge. The clouds moved and the rain fell and nothing catastrophic had happened to remind her of her place. A relief she couldn't possibly describe swept through her, and she still couldn't quite believe it. So she tried something else. Something she never would have considered a thousand years ago. "No." The word felt so alien that she froze and waited for some sort of reaction. Trapiche Emerald coming back somehow to slap her, the ceiling falling on her, *something*.

Nothing happened but the easing of Peridot's posture and the tick of a suppressed smile tugging at a corner of her lips. "Well, it seems to have worked."

The tension seemed to break inside her, making her feel almost giddy. The laugh that followed had the edge of hysterical relief, but it was short-lived and vented off the weight of all those emotions she couldn't quite name. "Oh! I should tell Lavender and Mint when we get back." They were the other two pearls among the Crystal Gems with permissive owners. Maybe those owners would follow Peridot's example.

"I'll write up the task list if it's something they want to pursue," Peridot replied. She waved at the recording device to turn it off and settled back next to Mist, her posture so much more relaxed than it had been when this started.

Mist shifted close enough to press against Peridot's side and rest her cheek on the shoulder. She could feel the tears coming and did nothing to stop them. Peridot shifted and leaned back against the sandstone with her other hand curled back to protect her gem from its surface, and there was an unspoken invitation in the way she relaxed against the stone. Mist took it and curled up next to her, her head cradled comfortably in Peridot's shoulder.

The rains finally eased by the time Mist felt like speaking again and breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"Thank you. I know you didn't have to do it."

The arm around her shoulders squeezed lightly, reassuringly. "It's the least I could do."

Mist snuggled closer and closed her eyes to listen to the receding thunder, the patter of rain, and the water as it drained away from the pool under the skylight and seemed to sweep away every awful thing in her past.

Notes: This is Big Hogan Arch in Monument Valley. You can only get there by Navajo guide. There’s a second arch right next to it on the mesa, known as Moccasin Arch. Big Hogan is bigger than it looks in the photos, and it’s kinda hard to see the shelf.

The date Peridot gives is 986,978 Homeworld-solar years after the creation of gemkind. This will surely change once we have a better understanding of their origins as a species and how long they’ve been around. If we do at all. The date reckoning is broken down from a galactic year and then in chunks divisible by 20 and is based on the Maya calendar. I am 100% sure I got the math wrong, but oh well.

Peridot’s gesture, while a very nice and considerate thought, ultimately doesn’t mean much on the grander scale. Mist might be delisted as an owned pearl once that form is filed, but that doesn’t mean someone can’t kidnap her and register her as new property again. Homeworld is awful and doesn’t really have places for off-colors and gems who don’t want to be in their niches anymore. But, at least it was an attempt to redress a grievous wrong, and that means a lot more than just feeling bad about it.

#SU: Beta AU

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